Page 56 of Daddy's Mercy

Allowing herself a small groan, she did as she was told, dragging in a lungful of air and holding it while he pushed the ‘pill’ against her entrance.

“Oh. Sorry, honey. You can let that breath out now, slowly. I forgot you’re not used to this.”

As the air slipped from her lungs, the medicine slipped into her bottom. “I don’t like it,” she whined, wiggling her hips in the air. “It feels like it’s sliding out!”

Not that she’d be all that upset if it did, but she had a feeling Dean would just repeat the process all over again. And she wasnotlooking forward to that.

Even if her clit was throbbing, demanding attention with every single beat of her heart.

“I’ve got good news for you, babygirl. I brought something to make sure that medicine stays right where it belongs.” Leaning over the back of the couch, he pulled an odd-looking hunk of black rubber from the bag and held it up for her inspection.

“What’s that?”

“A butt plug. Fresh out of the box and washed just for my babygirl. This time, I want you to bear down for me, like you have to potty. I know it sounds counter-intuitive, but it will help open you up for the plug.”

“No! You can’t put that thing in me!”

“Hey. Deep breaths, baby.” He stroked his non-gloved hand over her hair. “What color are you? Green, yellow, or red?”

Fuck. As much as she wanted to scream that she was red, she wasn’t in any pain. She was barely uncomfortable, as the suppository had obviously started to melt inside her.

Mostly, she was just embarrassed. And a little anxious about the constant stream of surprises he seemed to have tucked up his sleeve. “Um. Maybe like a yellowish green?”

“Okay.” Instead of getting angry with her for not just pushing forward, he smiled and brushed a kiss over her temple. “What can I do to help?”

“Can I know what comes after the plug?”

“Of course, baby. After I get this plug into your naughty little bottom, I’m going to spank you with my hand to get you nice and warmed up for the leather paddle I brought with me. Then, if you’re a good girl and take your spanking really well, I was planning to fuck you good and hard before we go back to bed. Any questions for me?”

“Will the paddle hurt?”

“Unfortunately, yes. You broke two separate rules at the same time, which means you’ve earned twice the punishment. Would it help if I let you see the paddle first?”

“I think so. Yes. If that’s okay.”

“I wouldn’t have offered if it wasn’t okay, babygirl.”

Reaching into the bag again, he produced a paddle not much bigger than a ping-pong paddle, but not quite as sturdy. “That doesn’t look so bad.”

“It can pack a punch and you’ll probably be feeling your punishment in the morning, but it shouldn’t leave any marks. Do you want me to give you one swat, so you know what to expect?”

“Please?”

“Good girl. For telling me what you need,” he added by way of explanation when she looked up at him quizzically.

She had a moment to miss his warmth pressing against her when he stepped away before his hand was on her ass again, briskly rubbing warmth into the cooled flesh. “I’ll give you more of a warmup during your actual punishment, so this might sting a little more right now, okay?”

“Yes, Sir.”

His hand disappeared and there was a softswooshsound just seconds before impact. Holy shit, he hadn’t been lying about that thing packing a punch! Not only was there the surface sting, like hundreds of bees attacking the same spot all at once, there was a deeper ache that seemed to go all the way down to her core.

“Ow ow ow! That hurt!”

“Hands on the couch, naughty girl. No rubbing until your punishment is over.”

She hadn’t even realized she’d moved until he’d scolded her. Snatching her hand away from her bottom, she pressed her palms harder into the cushion, determined to stay in place for the rest of her spanking and prove what a good girl she could be.

“Was that more than you can handle? I want an honest answer, babygirl. If it is, we can skip the paddle for now. I have plenty of ways to punish a naughty little girl that don’t require implements.”

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