Page 67 of Defended
Chapter 22
The silence was deafening.
Melody had rushed upstairs, hurried through going to the bathroom and brushing her teeth, before practically throwing herself over the side of Daddy's bed. Butt up in the air, hands and cheek pressed against the mattress, she waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Every second seemed to stretch as long as an hour.
Was waiting part of the punishment? Because if it were, it was really working.
She'd already felt ashamed of how she'd behaved as a 'teen'. She couldn't even really explainwhyshe'd gotten so mouthy. Teenage rebellion maybe? The urge to be a good girl just hadn't been strong enough against her urge to do what she wanted and say what she wanted. The snark had been strong this morning.
Too strong.
When she finally heard Daddy's footsteps coming down the hall, she was already so wound up, she tensed even more.
What was he going to do?
The creak of the door opening made her want to whimper as her very exposed, very vulnerable position slammed home.
"Good girl." Daddy's smooth tone made her relax slightly.
At least she'd managed to dothisright.
She peeked over her shoulder to see Daddy standing a few feet behind her, hands on his hips, obviously admiring the view. Melody turned beet red, because her current bent over position, with her legs spread to make it easy for her to rest her upper body on the mattress, showedeverything.Her feet started to inch inward.
Smack!
She squealed, the stinging spot on her thigh throbbing.
"Keep those legs nice and wide, baby girl," Daddy said sternly.
Now her thigh wasn't the only part of her that was throbbing. Even though she knew she was about to be punished, she was already getting turned on. Fingers stroked down over the small of her back, right down the center of her crease to her anus. Instinctively, Melody tried to clench her cheeks as Daddy massaged her little hole, but the widespread position made it exceedingly difficult, if not impossible.
"A plug first," Daddy murmured, and Melody bit back a moan as her arousal surged.
A few moments later, something hard and slick pressed against her rosebud. Melody pressed her forehead against the back of one hand, breathing deeply and trying to relax as Daddy worked the thick plastic back and forth. It felt so muchbiggerthan before. The stretch was starting to burn painfully, her muscles protesting against the thickness of the plug.
"Daddy, it's too big," she protested, trying to move forward, away from the plug. Of course she was trapped by the bed, with nowhere to go and the plug continued inexorably deeper, making her whimper as she was stretched even further open. The slick lube meant the plug easily kept pushing past her clenching muscles. While it helped ease the rubber toy's entry, it did nothing to help her with the burn from being forced open so wide.
"No, baby, you can take it." His hand massaged her lower back. "Just relax and bear down."
A white hot burst of painful pleasure ricocheted through her as the thickest part of the plug pushed past her entrance. She gasped and rocked forward on her toes at the sensation. The plug nestled inside of her, thick and uncomfortable although the stinging burn was thankfully subsiding now that her sphincter was securely clenched in the plug's notch.
It felt huge inside of her and she panted for breath as her body adjusted to the invasion. While it didn't feel bad, exactly, she wasn't sure that she could say it felt good either. Yet the discomfort, the feeling of being so intimately invaded, totally turned her on.
"Good girl." Daddy's praise warmed her. She moaned when he twisted the base of the plug, turning it inside of her. The little nerve endings around that particular entrance felt exquisitely sensitive right now. Her toes tried to curl in reaction to the sensation and she fisted the sheets on the bed, panting even harder for breath as pure lust shot through her.
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The thick blackplug was firmly lodged inside Melody's tight hole, but Kawan couldn't help but play with it. He loved her little reactions: the hitch of her breath, the way her bottom cheeks moved when she clenched, and the squirming movements as she became more aroused.
His cock was rock hard, ready to replace the plug, but punishment before pleasure.
"You were a naughty girl this morning, weren't you?" he asked, continuing to toy with the plug, pulling on it. She gasped as her little hole began to stretch again and then sighed with relief when he let the plug go.
