Page 46 of Daddy's Little Liar
Her fingers were fidgeting with the blanket again, even as she hiked her chin at him and shakily declared, “I’m a big girl, Daddy. I can take it.”
He got up out of his sleeping bag, reached down through the darkness of the living room, and took her by the hand. “Come on, young lady. We’re going out to the garage.”
He led her through the dark from the living room to the kitchen, excitement and pride beating in his chest in equal measures. He turned the stove light on, giving them both enough light to see the way out and for her to watch while he took a length of ginger root from his fridge.
“Take off your skirt and panties and leave them on a kitchen chair. You can keep your blouse on until we get out there, but then you’ll take that off too. When you’re ready, wait for me by the back door.” Choosing the largest knob of the root, he cut it from the rest, deftly peeled and notched the base, creating a good ring for her naughty bottom to hold on to through the worst of stinging and burning, all the way until he was done striping his belt across her bottom. She wanted to know what a real punishment from him would be like? He already knew he was going to temper what he gave her because they hadn’t known one another for forever, and he didn’t know where her limits were yet. But he was confident that he could give her what she’d asked for, satisfy her curiosity, so to speak, and put her fear of the unknown to rest.
He could hear her getting undressed as he worked and the urge to steal a peek, to watch her long limbs as she stripped out of her skirt and underwear, pulled at him. He went to the table to fetch the bottle of lubricant, and when he was ready, he finally raised his head to find her waiting anxiously at the door. The hem of her blouse didn’t come down far enough to cover her pussy. That she was more than aware of that was clear in the way she’d folded her hands together, hiding it from him behind nervous palms.
“After you,” he said, strolling to join her at the door.
She looked at the root, then him, and then turned around. Her fingers fumbled with the lock before it turned, and she led the way out to his work office. The air out here was slightly cooler than inside the house. Thankfully, winter was over, or this would add another degree of discomfort that was already chasing goosebumps up the backs of her thighs and across the mostly pale surface of her naked bottom.
Reaching around her, he flicked on the light, and as soon as they were both down the single step onto the concrete floor, he closed the door behind them.
“This way,” he told her, taking the lead. Her whisper-soft footsteps followed him out of his office, only pausing when he told her to close that door too, before trailing him along the back wall, away from the disassembled car in his work stall, along the heavy-duty industry shelves stacked with both old and new car parts, to the very back where he had a secondary desk. It used to be his, back when he’d worked this place with his dad. Apart from a couple of pens and a ratchet, it was empty.
Pushing the rolling chair out of the way, he gestured for her to stand in front of it.
“By now, I think we’ve both said pretty much everything that needs to be, but if you’ve got anything you’d like to add, now’s the time.”
Clasping and unclasping her hands, she shook her head. “No, Daddy.”
“Turn around, put your hands on the desk, and bend over.”
Flicking the top on the lube, he added a hefty dollop to the ginger root, smearing it evenly while she eased herself down into what was still an unfamiliar position. His cock leapt when he slipped lube-slick fingers down into the crack of her ass, spreading the extra slickness across the tensing rim of her back passage.
“This is going in whether or not you relax,” he told her, slipping the narrow end of the root into position against her. “Deep breath.”
She obeyed.
“Push out as it goes in.”
That she tried made him proud all over again, especially as the plug got wider, stretching her open past what was comfortable. Her breath caught, and she tensed again just as the widest part invaded her.
“Ow,” she whimpered, dropping her forehead onto the small desk.
“Naughty little girls can expect to have all kinds of ‘ows’ when Daddy takes them to task,” he said, pushing the plug deeper until, with a sudden acceptance, the tightening ring of muscle gave way, and the plug slid firmly into place.
She bent her knees, bouncing and holding tightly to the desk while he twisted the plug, giving her all the friction necessary to put the stinging, burning ginger juices to work.
“Oh,” she moaned, one hand ducking down under her, pressing low to her stomach, although he knew that wasn’t where she was feeling it.
Stepping in close to her side, he wrapped his free arm around her waist, hugging her into his hip. His hand came to rest on the curve of her bottom. She had only the slightest mark left from her spanking earlier.
“Are you tender?” he asked, caressing the surface of both cheeks, letting her know exactly where his target was.
She nodded.
Drawing back his hand, he swatted her firmly, just a hair too hard for this to be a warmup, but nowhere near as hard as he would before this portion of the punishment was over. “I’m very sorry you’ve made this necessary.”
She jumped when he swatted the other side, bringing a flush of pink in the shape of his hand strikingly to life against the milky paleness. “Mm,” she muffled.
“Try to be as quiet as you can,” he cautioned, dropping his aim to swat the very top of her right thigh. More than jumping now, she arched onto her tiptoes, sucking a sharp gasp. “If you wake Iris, she’s going to know exactly what’s going on out here.”
Squeaking, Georgia grabbed the far side of the desk, hugging it as he swatted her other thigh. “Ow, Daddy!” she mewed.
“Ow, Daddy, indeed.”
