Page 32 of Forever His Brat

Charlie loved everything about what he was doing. It hurt just enough to feel good without it being too overwhelming. His fingers between her folds kept her aroused, which cushioned the sting, so she continued to enjoy it.

But she knew it wouldn’t stop there, not if he was going to call it punishment. Even the fun playful kind of discipline needed to have a little more bite to it, but the warmup meant she’d be ready when he upped the stakes.

“You’re not allowed to come, Charlie. You had your fun earlier. This ismine,” he said with an abruptness that made it clear he’d noticed the low moans and the way she was riding his hand for more.

She groaned. “That was hours ago. Technically it was yesterday.”

“Too bad. Keep whining about it and you won’t get another one all week,” he warned her. He shifted his hand down and was suddenly spanking her thighs with crisp, hard swats.

It was a lot harder to hold onto her arousal with those. Her thighs probably weren’t nearly as tender as most, spending a lot of time in the saddle had toughened her up since she’d come home, but it was still much more intense.

Especially when he angled his hand to spank upwards against the undercurve of her cheeks. They bounced with the force of each slap and sent her rocking forward, but the sizzling burn that quickly settled in kept her from hurrying to press back into his fingers.

Even the way he swirled around her clit and stroked through her slick folds wasn’t enough to make her rush for more. It threw off the easy back and forth rhythm she’d developed. The moaning turned into whimpers and yelps as she strained and squirmed to avoid the spanks.

He fixed that by pulling her back into place, as he plunged his fingers up inside of her and used that hold to keep her there. There was something incredibly exciting about being controlled that way. And when she struggled to move away from the slaps that kept thundering down it had a very interesting effect.

Every time she tried to move forward to get away from the punishing smacks, she ground against his hand and humped it a little. Despite the rapidly growing pain in her backside the squirming and grinding was pushing her closer to orgasm.

“Daddy! I’m going to come if you don’t stop.”

“I wouldn’t if I were you. That would get you a taste of my belt and I’m not sure you’d like that right after an orgasm.” He sounded amused by her dilemma, which didn’t mean he wouldn’t follow through and she knew it.

He gave her a small reprieve when he pulled his fingers from inside of her and she sighed, relieved that she wasn’t going to disobey. But the spanking continued and a second later his slippery fingers began to probe her back hole.

She was no longer new to being penetrated there. Sam had thoroughly initiated her into the world of anal play and her own fluids were enough to ease the way as he worked one thick digit past the ring of muscle. He began to move it in and out as he loosened her for his fun. While he did so the spanking slowed to just an occasional smack.

That was a relief. The sting subsided quickly, and she relaxed the tightness of her muscles, which eased his access. A second finger was added and then he began to stretch her, scissoring them as she focused on the sensations that rolled through her.

She’d learned that anal could be pleasurable if she relaxed. Even this slow stretching with his fingers was sexy as he spread her wide. It didn’t have the same intense pleasure that she’d gotten when he played with her clit or fingered her pussy aggressively, but it was exciting in its own way.

There was a deliciously naughty feeling to being invaded there—as if it was still taboo. Charlie always felt a twinge of shame when he did things to her ass, but it was the kind of humiliation that was also a turn-on. She squirmed and whined as she was prepared.

He shifted on the bed, reaching for the drawer of the nightstand where they kept various lubes. In the dark room her other senses seemed extra keen, and she knew exactly what each sound meant.

The snap of the lube cap flipping open. The little splutting sound as he squeezed a dollop into his hand. These were warnings, so that when she felt the cool touch against her bottom hole there was no surprise—at first.

Then she noticed something unexpected. There was a chill that grew as he circled one finger around her hole, teasing by pushing just the tip inside. It tingled and grew cold like a mentholated rub.

With her cheeks spread he leaned in and blew a warm breath down the valley. The effect suddenly escalated, and she gasped at the shock of it. “Whatisthat?” She might have sounded a little bit nervous, because she was.

“I did warn you this was punishment, right?” Sam laughed. “Remember thosespeciallubes we bought a while back?”

For a second her mind blanked and then she did remember. They were from an online BDSM boutique that specialized in sensation play. The store had a wide variety of lubes that were different from the standard and were designed for people who liked a little something extra.

They ranged from hot to cold and Sam had picked out a couple from each side of the spectrum. Charlie remembered when they arrived because they’d done a test run for safety. She’d been a little unsure of how intense they would be and whether it was something she would enjoy.

The end results had been interesting. The warming lubes had been fun enough that after a day she’d asked for a second try in a more intimate place. They left her dripping with need and desperate to feel him inside of her. The cooling lubes had led to an opposite reaction.

They were definitely an intense experience, nothing that pushed limits but— it had been obvious she wouldn’t enjoy it. For Sam that made it a perfect punishment addition and he’d put them away with that in mind.

Charlie had to admit that she’d fantasized a bit about him using them in her for punishment. The idea of it was exciting, sexy, but also a little worrisome because during the test run, she’d been able to wash it off when it built to a level that bordered on discomfort. But after the small experimental tests he’d put them away and he’d never returned to them—until now.

Sam had also purchased a couple different levels of intensity and she wasn’t sure which one he was using on her. “Ooh, it tingles a lot. Like ginger but…” She trailed off.

It was hard to explain. Ginger had a stronger effect, but it also didn’t have the coldness which did add a lot to this.

Sam stopped. “Is it too much?”

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