Page 351 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

"What, green means go, red means stop, and yellow means, um… go faster?"

"You—” He pointed at her. “—are never driving my truck again. And no, yellow means slow down, something's not quite right and we need to talk about it. These are very important because, especially when we don't know one another well, this way I can keep track of where you are mentally while we play. Would you like to try?"

She looked from him to the cuffs. She didn't like them, but admittedly, they didn't seem as scary when they were in Daddy’s hands. "Okay."

"Back in position."

Hesitantly, every nerve trembling from her awareness of him, she lowered her head to the bed and raised her bottom until it was high in the air. She thought the diaper position was bad, but this put her in a whole new frame of mind. She relaxed almost against her will. Even when he put the cuffs on her and she both felt and heard the click of the teeth as it locked her arms behind her back, the sexiness of it was just enough for her to overcome her fear.

He smoothed his hand over her naked bottom. "How do you feel?"

"I'm okay." It was true too, she would have thought being in cuffs again would have brought back that same rush of terror she'd suffered the first time, but it didn't. Having him beside her made all the difference.

"Good." He swatted her bottom, then reached past her slide open the bedside table. She saw him withdraw a condom packet and bottle of lube, and the sexy pulsating in her core grew hotter, wetter, more frantic to be eased. She was arching her bottom higher, offering herself for the pleasure she ached for him to take, when he withdrew a shiny silver anal plug with a fake red jewel in the end. “Don’t be afraid,” he said, but it wasn’t fear driving her now. At least not until she heard the snap of the plastic lid on the lube bottle, followed by the cold wetness of gel drizzling directly onto her back door. “Have you ever had a Daddy before?”

Her whole world had just zeroed in on nothing but the cold gel coupled with the hot touch of his thumb, centering itself directly over her anus.

She shook her head.

“Words, baby. I need to hear your voice so I can keep track of where you are in your headspace.”

“No, Daddy,” she whispered.

“Has anyone ever taken your bottom before?”

“No.” She shivered, closing her eyes as his fingers spread the lubricant around before gently pushing more up inside her. It was a mix of carnal heaven and the barest hint of discomfort. Not much, just a pinch that made her tense before the soft submissiveness filled her along with his penetrating finger.

“Remember, yellow for slow, and red if you want me to stop. Don’t be afraid to tell me you need a minute, because we’re going to do some fun things and I want you to enjoy them. This time, anyway.”

Her body tensed deliciously.

In and out… in and out… she moaned softly as he switched from thumb to fingers. First one… then two. That pinched more, but it felt too good—too naughty—to stop. Not even when his fingers pulled out and the tip of the metal plug found its way to her well-slicked bottom hole.

“What color are you?”

“All the greens,” she moaned as it penetrated her, stretching her slowly open the further it sank into her. The pinch now was stronger than it had been for his fingers. “Oh! Oh, Daddy," she whimpered again. Her pussy clenched in rhythmic wanting as he gently fucked her with the plug.

"I'm so happy my babygirl likes this."

She clutched at the bedsheets, some of that tenderness developing teeth as he found a faster rhythm, right before he thrust it all the way into her. She threw back her head with a shout, riding the near orgasmic wave that rocked her when the fattest part of the small plug penetrated her completely.

"Are we still green?"

No way was she going to let him stop now. "Yes," she gasped.

He increased the pressure, pulling the thick part all the way out before pumping it back in again.

The pinch was steady, but it wasn't half as intense as the pleasure. It washed her, laved her, battered away at her insides in a pulsing dance the fullness of being fucked like this only amplified.

"No." His hand settled on her back. "Don't arch up. Push your bottom out. Take it for Daddy."

"It… uh, hurts a little," she gasped.

"I know. Take it anyway. Daddy will make it worth it."

She fisted her hands in the bedding, gritting her teeth against a hurt that should have been intense and yet wasn't. Wetness dripped onto her thighs, trickling down the inside of her trembling legs as her pussy twitched and fluttered, jealously throbbing for its turn under his pseudo thrusts.

"Imagine Daddy doing this with my cock when you've been naughty and your bottom is all hot and ouchie, and decorated by the welts of my belt."

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