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“Good girl,” said Rip, as he slowly removed the thermometer from her asshole. “It’s as I thought. Your temperature is spot-on. Your pulse is perfect. Your breathing rate is a little fast, but that’s to be expected.”

“It is?”

“Considering what your Daddy’s about to do to you, I’d say so.”

Mabel bit her lip. “Are we going to fuck, Daddy?”

“Absolutely not,” Rip replied angrily. “And I don’t want to hear you using that word again. You will refer to it as ‘making love’ or ‘coupling’ from now on.”

Huh, well that was interesting. Rip didn’t mind her saying “making love”. "You don’t come across as the romantic type,” she said pointedly.

“I’m about as romantic as a desert.”

“I always kinda liked the desert…” Mabel said, squirming around excitedly.

“Just to be crystal clear,” said Rip, “there will be no fucking today.”

“Wait, you’re allowed to say it?”

“Daddy’s allowed to say whatever he wants,” Rip replied. “Because Daddy makes the rules.”

“Seems unfair,” Mabel said under her breath.

“I think it’s time Daddy stopped you from giving him all this backchat and whining, don’t you, babygirl?”

“Um… does that mean this is a red day now?”

Rip chose to ignore her, simply presenting her with a large object right in front of her face. “Ever seen one of these, babygirl?”

It looked like a giant pacifier, but it was camo-colored. Military-style. “Am I meant to suck it?”

Rip laughed. “No, sweetheart. This is a butt plug. And it’s about to stretch your ass open nice and wide as punishment for all that attention you’ve been giving your pussy today.”

Mabel’s eyes widened. “That thing won’t fit—”

“Sssh now,” said Rip, putting his finger on her lip. “Nice and quiet so Daddy can concentrate. Luckily, you’ve still got plenty of lube down there.”

Rip placed a cushion under Mabel’s pussy, forcing her butt to stick up in the air, then he held the plug at the entrance to her ass. She wanted to protest, or at least to question this, but she knew that her Daddy wanted her to be quiet now.

CHAPTER 10

Inserting a butt plug was a delicate act. Rip got the impression this was Mabel’s first time, so it was important he didn’t rush it.

First, he used his forefinger to slowly rub the lube around her hole. He applied gentle pressure to stretch her tight muscle, letting it know what was about to come. Next, he pushed the tip of the plug up against her anus. He felt her twitch, maybe even flinching slightly, but her breath was regular and her posture was relaxed, which told him that she was ready for this. Shewantedit.

He slid the rubbery teat of the plug into her tight hole, feeling a predictable bump of tension when he reached her sphincter muscle. He held the plug steady, waiting for the muscle to unclench. When he felt it relax, he pushed on through, feeling the muscle start to pull the plug in of its own accord, sucking it up like hungry baby.

When the plug was in as far as it would go, stretching her nice and wide and deep, he felt her body relax and heard her moan softly.

“Good girl,” he said, feeling strangely proud of his little warrior for being so open to this new experience.

But he wasn’t about to forget that this was a punishment. The moment he saw her hands stray south, heading down toward her glistening pussy, he grabbed a rope.

“No you don’t,” he said, yanking her arms behind her back and tying her wrists together with a rope. “These hands of yours have been very naughty today. All that touching. There’ll be no more of that tonight. Your pussy has had enough attention for one day.”

Mabel whined but Rip didn’t react. Instead, he took a step back, admiring the view. Seeing her like this drove him wild. Trussed up on his bed, her hands behind her back and her panties down, with the thick handle of a butt plug protruding from her anus. She looked pretty as a picture. Tempting as a charred steak on a silver platter.

“Just one thing missing from this picture,” he mused aloud.

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