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“I’d fuck your ass so hard, until you were crying and begging me to stop, promising to be a good girl forever.”
I wanted it. I wanted it badly, but I wasn't stupid enough to think Cas would cross that line with me, so I resolved to replay this moment later, in the privacy of my own room and wondered if I could sneak the vibrator when he was asleep.
He pulled his finger out abruptly and I actually felt bereft at the loss. I felt him moving and there was a popping sound followed by a squirt, then cold liquid dripped onto my back hole. Lube. At least he wasn’t plugging me dry, though he probably could have.
The plug was much different than his finger though and I was worried. As the tip pushed against my hole, I felt myself stretching and cried out. It didn't hurt per se, and it wasn't necessarily unpleasant, but there was a dirty shamefulness to it and to the fact that I liked it. I liked what Cas was doing to me. For a hot minute, I even considered what I could do to get in trouble like this again.
That thought went right the fuck away when the plug popped past my entrance, filling me completely with a pleasant pain, and Cas picked up the brush again.
It had been minutes since he’d spanked me and apparently just enough time had passed to refresh the burn and allow the numbness to wear off.
“Owwww!” I cried, when the hairbrush caught the fleshiest part of my ass. “Daaddy, stop! I’m done! I'm all done!”
Cas just chuckled and laid down another half dozen swats. “Babygirl, you're not done until I say you're done, and we’re not even close. Do you hear me?”
I cried, because what else could I do? I felt helpless and also… kind of relieved. There was something wonderfully freeing and comforting about not being in control, even if it meant Daddy spanked me until my ass fell off.
For a while it felt like that was exactly his plan. He’d spank, then lecture, then spank some more, and the feelings his lecture brought… It was so much more than just a release from the guilt of last night. It was like Cas was healing my inner child, allowing her to grieve, allowing her to come out from where she’d been hiding, to really feel and mourn all that she’d lost. It was exhilarating, and liberating and exhausting. I cried until I could barely breathe. Half the time I was barely aware of the fact that Cas was still spanking me.
Finally, he stopped and rubbed my aching bottom. His cool hands felt good against my scorched skin, roughened from the wooden hairbrush. “You're doing so good, babygirl. Daddy is so proud of you. We’re almost done.”
“Almost?” I broke then. I wanted to be done now. I wanted Cas to hold me and call me his good babygirl. I wanted to cry in his arms and promise to never be so naughty again. I wanted all that and so much more.
“Yes, babygirl.” Cas sighed, and stroked the untouched skin between my bottom and my thighs. “I haven't even touched your sit spots yet. That's where you'll really feel it. Not just while it's happening, but tonight and tomorrow too.”
“I don't want to really feel it,” I cried pitifully. But I was lying. I did want to feel it. I wanted to know what it felt like to be spanked into submission. I wanted to be Cas’ good babygirl and that meant taking the whole punishment, the way he intended to give it.
Not that he gave me a choice anyway. He rubbed my bottom for another minute and then stroked my hair, telling me what a good girl I was being, and then, without warning, he brought the brush down hard across my sit spots. I screamed. It hurt worse there than on my ass and I sobbed anew, but somehow they were cleansing tears.
“Cas,” I cried through the shattering sobs. “Daddy, I'm sorry!”
“I know you are, babygirl. I know you are.'' He didn't stop though and brought the brush down a dozen more times as I cried. When he paused and I shuddered a sigh of relief thinking he was done, he said “Not done yet, babygirl. Ten more and I want you to think about how you want the rest of this road trip to go.”
All I could think about was the possibility of Cas’ cock in my mouth… my ass… my pussy. That was how I wanted the rest of the trip to go, and I was willing to do anything to make it happen.
Chapter Six
Cas
This was dangerous. I’d known that going in, but I'd lied to myself. I’d told myself I could punish Polly, have her juices wetting the fabric of my jeans, my erection pressing into her belly, her ass pinkening under my ministrations and somehow keep it platonic. That went out the window with her tearful confession, her whispered apologies and her sweet trembles as she mewled from the pain of her punishment. When I’d pushed the plug into her ass and she’d taken it so willingly, I couldn't help but voice the fantasies of how much farther this would go if she were mine. The crazy part was, she didn't even seem scared off by it.
And she took her spanking like such a good girl. When it was over, when she was beyond well and truly punished, I pulled her into my lap and wrapped my arms around her. She tucked in, clawing like she couldn't get close enough. Gathering handfuls of my shirt into her fists, she cried into the fabric.
I stroked her hair, shifting so that her scorched ass fell between my thighs. “You did good, babygirl, I'm so proud of you.”
“Cas… Daddy?” she whimpered, pulling back to look up at me.
I took her face in my hands and wiped her tears with my thumbs. “Yes, babygirl?”
“I feel… everything.”
“Everything, babygirl?” I questioned, not knowing what she meant.
“Yeah.” She sighed and shifted in my arms, curling against me. “Sore. Sorry. Embarrassed. Thankful. Little. Big. Happy… horny.”
“Ah.” I cleared my throat and shifted to disguise my own horniness. “That’s normal. But… uh… I think it's better if we leave that to ah… our own devices.”
She pouted. “Fine. Then can I use the vibrator at least?”
