Page 35 of Guiding Little Gabi

Even as she complied, she tried to think of a way out of what was coming. She had read about figging. It had been dirty and forbidden, but it made her wet every time. Still, she’d never imagined it would actually happen to her. And yet, her pussy must have, because she could feel her arousal.

“I don’t think—Daddy!” she shrieked when the heel of his other hand rested against the top of her crack and a well-lubed finger pressed against her bottom hole.

This was going to be so much worse than she thought. Embarrassment set her face ablaze. A shiver of dread mixed with anticipation rolled over her.

“I’ve noticed,” he said.

“Noticed what?” She really needed to keep better track of the conversation but forgive her if a finger on her most private hole distracted her.

“Sometimes, you don’t think. That’s what has brought us here. I believe this lesson will encourage you to think more and lie less in the future. Now relax your bottom for Daddy. I’m not putting the ginger in yet. I’m going to use lube to make this first time easier.”

It took every ounce of her control to resist the urge to reach back and slap his hand away. Instead, she focused on the table so hard she was surprised she couldn’t see the wood on a cellular level.

Her eyes squeezed shut when his finger pushed inside her bottom. She tried to clench, but her position removed that option. As he pumped his finger in and out of her back hole, her pussy grew wetter.

Of its own accord, her back arched, offering him easier access.

“That’s my good girl. I carved this piece of ginger into the shape of a plug. It’s a good bit bigger than my finger, but Ipromise you’ll be able to take it. Now, relax your bottom and take a deep breath.”

This was the most humiliating experience of her entire life. So why was her pussy drenched? Pushing that question off for later, she drew in a deep breath.

She jumped as something cool and slick pressed against the sensitive skin of her bottom hole. Her heart crashed against her ribs as he slowly worked the ginger into her bottom.

He’d been right. It was uncomfortable going in, but it didn’t hurt.

“I think I need to make sure it’s in place,” he said. He pumped the base of the ginger in her bottom, putting just enough pressure to have her rocking back to meet his hand.

How could this possibly turn her on? That was so wrong. So scandalous. But she couldn’t stop herself because it clearly was turning her on.

“You took that very well. I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” she replied. Was that husky voice hers?

With wetness coating the outer lips of her sex, she wasn’t seeing the punishment here. And then he twisted the ginger inside her.

A tingle danced around her back hole. It felt cool, almost refreshing. No, wait. It wasn’t cool. It was warm and getting warmer by the second. It didn’t help that her Daddy kept tapping and pumping the thing.

She wiggled her butt to see if that would help. It did not. She tried bouncing and going up on her tiptoes. All that earned her was a smack on her bottom and a stern, “Be still, babygirl.”

Soon, the heat inside her grew from uncomfortable to an inferno.

“Oh. Oh! Oh, Daddy, no!” This was awful. “Please, Daddy. I don’t like it. Please! Take it out.”

She’d never felt so Little in her life. The heat her Daddy had created in her bottom pushed her deep into Little headspace. The only thing weeping more than her eyes was her pussy. She was on fire, yet so turned on. Either way, she wanted to scream.

A tug on the ginger shot relief and disappointment rocketing through her. At least it did until he thrust it back in. The movement caused the heat to soar even higher. She’d never thought of herself as a dirty girl, but the arousal now glistening on her inner thighs said it all.

“Why is Daddy doing this?” he demanded, continuing to work the ginger in and out of her hole.

She stomped her foot, but that didn’t help any more than her previous efforts. Gasping, she answered him. “B-because I lied.”

“Yes, and why else?”

Why else? There was an else? Why was he doing this? He didn’t have to waste his time. Unless he didn’t see it as a waste at all. That was it. He was doing it because he cared. Because he wanted to. “Because you’re my Daddy.”

“For. How. Long?” He thrust the ginger plug deeper with each word.

“Forever, Daddy! You’ll be mine forever!” He wasn’t going to leave. He wasn’t going anywhere. He was her forever Daddy.

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