Page 115 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

He smiled and covered my hard nub with the pad of his thumb. "Look at how wet you are... daddy's dirty little girl… so wet and ready." He flicked my clit and my entire body convulsed. My back arched, my legs stiffened, and the touch seemed to vibrate throughout my body teasing every nerve. Finally, just when I was about to scream from frustration and pent-up desire, he stuck his thick finger inside me, filling me. He stretched and teased, and tortured me with the single thick digit, all the while using his free fingers to caress my folds and tease my clit.

I pulled my legs wide apart to give him better access and was rewarded when he thrust deeper inside me. The pain was sharp, but fleeting, leaving only pleasure in its wake.

"Do you like that, little girl? Is it big enough? Can you take it?"

"Mmm, yes, Daddy," I moaned. "Harder. Faster. More."

I wasn't even sure what it was I wanted or what I was begging for, but he seemed to know. His fingers thrust in and out of my pussy, hard, fast, and punishing, and just when I thought I was going to come, a second finger pushed against the tight entrance of my back hole.

"Oh!" I yelped in surprise.

Todd shook his head, covering my mouth with his free hand. "Take it, baby girl. Take daddy in both your holes. Let him fill you totally and completely, claiming you as his."

The possessive command delivered in a dark growl while he continued to pound my pussy and while his pinky finger firmly breached my bottom hole, sent me flying over the edge, full speed ahead, racing to the peak of orgasm.

"Yes, Daddy! I'm yours! Claim me!" I cried. I was frantic as my veins filled with rushing waves of red-hot desire that felt like lava heating me from the inside out. I arched my back until I was barely touching the bed and grabbed his shoulders. My nails clawed into his back as I clung to him as if my life depended on it. And still he teased, fucked and poked, giving my body every bit of his attention until I couldn't take it anymore and cried out, pushing away from him, every nerve in my body singing. I loved his touch, and the way he stroked and strummed and teased, but I couldn't take it anymore. I sobbed out the throes of my release into his hard shoulder.

"God, oh, Daddy," I sobbed.

He lifted me like a baby, cradling me in his arms. "Such a good girl. You took it all, didn’t you? Took it all and begged for more. Daddy enjoyed his dessert very much. But guess what, doll? Daddy wants to fuck your mouth. It's your turn to suck down Daddy's thick cream."

Suddenly there was nothing more appealing, nothing I wanted more than his thick green cock inside my mouth. I wanted to make him moan and cry and beg and scream, just as he had done to me. I wiggled out of his arms, sat on the bed on my knees, leaning forward in front of him, and opened my mouth, waiting. "I'm ready for my dessert, Daddy."

Chapter Five

Two days later, I woke up in his bed, my stomach growling, my ass on fire, my pussy aching from our constant cycle of spanking, food, sexy time, nap, repeat to a mind-blowing revelation. I was head over heels in love with a jolly green giant.

Beside me, Todd yawned, stretched, and pulled me close to him. "Good morning, little dreamer. Are you ready for your pre-breakfast spanking?"

I really wasn't. True to his word, Todd had kept his promise and spanked me before every single meal. Green beans, green beans, and more green beans. And just like he predicted, sitting through a meal had become almost unbearable.

I groaned and turned to him. "I'll eat breakfast," I promised, "but I don't want another spanking."

He raised his bushy eyebrows and kissed the top of my head. "I'm sure you don't, little one, but the way you still gag and cry through every bite, I'm not sure you can be trusted to behave with a mouth full of green beans if I don't spank you first."

"I caannn," I whimpered, knowing he had a point and was right to be unconvinced. Still, I would do just about anything to not get another spanking right now. "What if you distracted me instead?"

Todd grinned and his eyes twinkled with mischief. "Distract you while you eat? I'm usually the one feeding you, so how do you propose I manage that feat?"

Seeing where his dirty mind was going, I rolled my eyes and bopped him on the shoulder. He didn't even flinch. "Not like that!" I exclaimed.

"Then how? And how do I know this isn't just a delay tactic to buy yourself a little more time before you go over my knee again?”

"It's not, I promise." I crossed my hands over my heart like a child making a very serious oath. "What if you distract me with a story?"

"A story?"

"Yeah, you know a tale of dangerous peril, and thrilling circumstances, and a hero who ultimately manages to save himself?" I asked hopefully. "You never told me how you ended up living in the clouds, giant and green."

"So I haven't," he conceded. "Although that story doesn't really end the way you describe."

I shrugged. "It doesn't matter. I still want to know." I stuck out my chin and looked him straight in the eye. "I deserve to know."

"So, you do," he agreed with a sigh. "All right then, come on." He stood up, pulling himself to his full height and lifted me out of the bed, hoisting me over his shoulder like he always did.

"A story it is. No shenanigans, though. You'll eat every bite and if I have to turn you over my knee to make it happen, I will."

"Yes, Daddy," I sighed. We made our way to the kitchen where he plopped me down on a hard chair to watch him cook. He had gotten into the habit of spanking me first and then heating the food, an accommodation I appreciated. Green beans were bad enough, but cold green beans were the worst.

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