Page 203 of Rogue Daddy (Montana Daddies 12)

“Do you know what this is?”

He held up an object that was tapered at one end and flared at the other. Yeah, she knew what that was. And her hands crept behind to protect her bottom.

“That’s a butt plug.”

“It sure is.”

“Do you want me to plug you, Daddy? I’m surprised, when you wouldn’t even let me take your temperature rectally.” And that had only been a thin bit of plastic. This thing was huge.

“No, I don’t want you to plug me, brat. Take off your panties. Put them in the hamper since you’re not going to need them anymore.”

“Why?”

“Because I said so.”

Oh, she didn’t like the sound of this at all. But the look on his face said she better do what he said or else.

So she quickly took them off, then chucked them in the hamper. She was wearing a puffy skirt that ended about mid-thigh.

“Come back here. Pick up that lube.” He nodded to the lube, and she picked it up. “Now coat the plug with lube. I suggest you use plenty, since this is the first plug you’ve ever taken.

“Daddy, I don’t want to be plugged,” she whined.

“Is that your safeword?” he asked calmly.

No. It wasn’t.

“Why am I getting plugged?”

“Because you need to know that Daddy is still in control. And that if you break the rules, you’ll have consequences. I can’t spank you right now. But I can plug you and have you stand in the corner.”

“I could just do lines. I’ve been practicing my writing.”

“No lines for you. I won’t ever give you that punishment. I don’t want you to associate writing with punishment. Okay?”

“Yeah, okay, Daddy.”

But that meant she was getting plugged.

“You have one minute to get that nice and lubed up.”

She grabbed the plug. “It’s so big.”

“I’m much bigger,” he told her.

“It’s not a competition, Daddy.” She put as much lube as she could on the plug. Her poor bottom clenched at the idea of this going inside her.

“All right, time’s up.”

She handed over the plug, and he looked from it up to her. “Is there any lube left?”

She shrugged, embarrassed. “I wanted it to be nice and wet.”

“It’s that, all right. Gonna have to be careful it doesn’t slide right on out of your ass.”

“Daddy!” She cupped her hot cheeks. The things he said.

He wasn’t wearing his sling at the moment. He also wasn’t wearing a shirt. So other than his bandage, his chest was bare and delicious.

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