Page 35 of Zale's Little Girl
Sliding them in and out, he paid special attention to her sensitive opening and noted that she didn’t react with any discomfort. Pleasuring her allowed him to check that she hadn’t torn as well. He didn’t feel any evidence of problems—just sheer delight and responsiveness. Putting aside his concern, Zale concentrated on enjoying the sensation of her pussy quivering around his probing fingers. His erection threatened to burst through his shorts as he remembered just how incredible his cock had felt inside her.
When she lifted her bottom to meet his strokes, Zale rotated his hand to brush his thumb against her clit. When the walls of her channel clamped down on his fingers, Zale knew she enjoyed his direct touch on that sensitive cluster of nerves. Zale popped her again on the bottom, drawing a gasp from Pippa.
“I like having you over my lap, little girl. Maybe this will be the way I take your temperature.”
“What?” she said, sounding distracted.
“I have a thick thermometer that is made to go in your bottom, Pippa. I’m sure it will feel cold at first when it slides inside. It will go right here,” he told her.
Zale moved his free hand from holding her in place to part her buttocks. He scooped up a bit of her slick juices and traced a fingertip around the small ring of muscles.
“No, Daddy!”
“Do you need to use your safe word?”
Pippa covered her face and shook her head, giving Zale the green light to continue. He continued his intimate caresses for a few seconds. Zale could feel small contractions around his fingers. He knew she was close.
“Little girls always have their temperatures taken here. It gives the most accurate results,” he explained, keeping his voice steady. “The thermometer is a bit smaller than my finger, but this will give you an idea of what it will feel like.”
Zale pressed the tip of his finger through her clenched opening. Pippa’s body shook as she screamed her pleasure into the room. Talking softly to her, he gentled his touch before withdrawing his fingers.
“Such a beautiful baby. I need to hold you now, kitten.” He lifted her from her position draped over his lap and sat her in his lap. She inhaled sharply as her punished bottom pressed against his thighs.
Pippa turned and wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in the crook. He rubbed her back to reassure her as she recovered. Pressing kisses to her hair, Zale lavished her with love and praise.
“You are so brave and responsive. I am a very lucky man, little girl.”
Inside, he held his breath. Had he pushed her too far, too quickly? He rested his fingertips casually on her neck. Gradually, her heartbeat slowed. The brush of her lips against his skin calmed his worry. “Thank you for letting Daddy know you’re okay. It’s important for me to know what you like.”
“I didn’t like that,” she whispered.
“Lying earns you a one-way ticket to a naughty-girl spanking.”
She stiffened, and he knew she was considering what that would feel like. “Sorry.”
“Besides, I already know you liked it,” Zale stated firmly. “My ears are still ringing.”
“Daddy!”
“I’m just teasing you, kitten. You are the best thing I’ve ever found in the woods.”
“Do you find a lot of things in the woods?”
“We hang out under trees a lot. We can talk about my job later if you would like. Right now, I’m focused on you.”
Zale wiped her cheeks free of the moisture that lingered from her tears. “How do you feel in here?” he asked, pressing a hand between her breasts to her heart.
She was quiet for a few breaths before answering in a voice so soft he had to strain to hear it. “Crying helped. I hadn’t allowed myself to do that. When I figured out that I was in big trouble, I was determined not to let him see I was afraid. He would have enjoyed seeing my tears.”
“You are very brave, kitten.”
“Not really. I’m a chicken. Maybe a turkey for falling for the story they told me.”
“You are never to call yourself names again, little girl,” he told her sternly. “You ran when you had the opportunity to run and tried to get away before then. They used drugs to cloud your mind, or you would have realized earlier that you were in trouble. I’d bet you did some extensive searching on the internet about the company who offered you a job.”
When she nodded, he told her, “Consider all those factors before you think badly of yourself. I think you have been very brave and resilient.”
“Thank you, Daddy. I’m glad you’re home. I’m better when I’m with you.”
