Total pages in book: 209
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
“I’m not going to tell you it’s not going to hurt, baby girl, because it is. It’s what you need and I promise I will take good care of you when it’s over.” The deep timbre of his voice made my belly tighten and a wonderful tingling sensation began between my legs.
“Okay.” My bottom lip quivered, fighting off the opposing forces that wanted me to fight back and throw a tantrum, and the other ones that longed for this structure. This trust.
“Now, you know what you did wrong. You lied, you disobeyed, and you were disrespectful. All of those will get you a punishment. But today you did them all, so you are going to get twenty lashes with the belt, wherever I choose. Then, if you take your punishment like a good little girl, Daddy’s going to open up those legs and give you another lashing…with my tongue.”
A deep thunder crested inside me at the sound of his voice, and he stepped to my right into view.
Then, the first ‘swish’ of the leather cut through the air. Everything I knew to be true in the universe suddenly stopped, exploding in a bright white light as the belt made a smacking sound between my legs.
His left hand still held my breast as I noted the looped leather of his belt in the other. One final squeeze of my round flesh, then he stepped back, raised the belt and another whack.
“Oww.” I yelped as the stink of the belt smacked right over my nipple.
I tugged and pulled at the unyielding straps to no avail.
I glared at Adam, my inner toddler rising at I kicked and twisted, just as another strike came down on my other breast.
The flames of my anger and the physical pain blended into a hurricane inside me. I whipped my head back and forth, grunting and growling like an animal frantically trying to prevent the next blow.
“Little girls that don’t take their punishment well will get more punishment. Lie still. I will never give you more than you can take. Or you deserve.”
He brought down the next strike with a snap, as I hissed and that floaty feeling started.
One more. He alternated right breast, left. Nipple, other nipple, until I was panting and on fire.
“God, that hurts.” I squirmed, but the defiant toddler was retreating.
“You want a break?”
“Please!” I tried to catch my breath, my body breaking out in a fine sweat.
“I’ve got something else then, babygirl.” Adam reached down, there was the sound of a drawer opening and closing, then he laid a purple rubber sort of deal on my belly.
I struggled to look down as he reached between my legs and pressed two fingers to my opening as I shuddered, and he gave me a knowing look. Withdrawing his fingers, he splayed them apart, the wet webbing of my arousal strung between them.
“Wet babygirl. Punishment suits you.”
He held up the purple item and I recognized its basic form as another type of plug, only this one was cone shaped and a matching little remote control sat on tummy. Adam fingered me again, watching my face, then rubbed the slick juices on the plug, adding some of his spit for good measure.
My skin ignited as he set the item back down and his hands peeled my bottom apart, sending a deep panic through me.
“What are you doing?” I begged.
“You’re a smart little girl. You know what I’m doing,” he answered in a low, indifferent tone as I felt his fingers delve into my back entrance.
“So, we’re done with punishment?” I chirped and I sounded like a worried child.
“Punishment is just getting fun.” He gave me a side glance with a grin. “For me, that is. Next time, when I tell you to lie still and be good for your punishment, you should listen. Because, now, you’re going to take the belt on those pretty tits and this wet pussy and have the plug inside you. And this one vibrates. And it’s bigger than the last one. So much fun.” Another grin, another round of fingers in my pussy and spit on the device and my skin prickled from my toes to my nose.
I clenched my teeth as his cool, slippery fingers twirled around my tight little hole. Adam and I had never had anal sex, but since that last time when he fucked me with that other plug, I suddenly understood the appeal. The penetrating tip of the purple plug began spreading my tight muscle open.
“Oh god.” I whispered into the air, curling my fingers into fists, trying my best to relax as he applied slow, even pressure, even as the object got larger, opening me what seemed like beyond my limits, spreading and stretching the dark muscle until I was sure I couldn’t take any more.
I bit onto my lip, screamed into my closed mouth, and just then, the tight ring of my sphincter slipped over the largest part of the plug to settle again on a small ridge, leaving me breathless and filled with a dark arousal.