Tiny?
“That doesn’t look so tiny to me.”
“It’s tiny in comparison to my cock and that’s what we’re working you up to taking.”
Holy crap.
She hadn’t thought about all the prep work. Even though she should have. She’d written about anal sex. It was just different when faced with it…when faced with what exactly was going in your butt.
“Can’t you take my temperature with one of those thermometers that goes in your ear?”
“I could,” he said cheerily. “But I’m not going to.”
She gaped at him. He didn’t have to smile while he said that.
“You seem awfully happy about sticking things up my butt.”
“Your bottom is a thing of beauty,” he told her. “And yes, it makes me extremely happy to stick things up it. Roll onto your tummy, I’ll grab some pillows to put under your hips.”
She groaned as he lifted the blanket. But she rolled over obediently. She had to admit, as embarrassing as it was, that she was a teensy bit curious about what the plug would feel like.
All in the name of research, of course.
Caley, you are so full of it.
He pushed some pillows under her hips, raising her up then settled the blanket over her upper half.
“Just relax, baby doll.” He rubbed her lower back. “Remember that you have your safeword. If at any time you get scared or something hurts, then you can use it.”
She took a deep breath in, trying to relax her tense muscles.
“Good girl. That’s it.”
She heard a buzz and looked over to find he’d picked up the vibrator. A blush filled her cheeks and she hid her face in the pillow. When she’d woken up this morning she’d had absolutely no idea that this was what she was getting herself into.
“Spread your legs. That’s it. Let’s just slide this under you. Is that in a good spot for you?”
A good spot? Her eyes had practically rolled back in her head. It felt like fucking heaven.
Her breath came in quick pants. A sharp smack landed on her bottom. “Caley, words.”
Oh. Crap. Right. Really? She had to speak? That seemed unfair.
“Yes, it’s good.”
“Yes, Daddy or yes, Issy.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” He rubbed the spot he’d just smacked. “Come as often as you like and make as much noise as you desire. I want to hear you come.”
Oh hell. Oh crap.
Her bottom cheeks were parted and a dab of cool lube was applied to her back hole before a wet finger slid inside her. The nerve endings in her ass seemed to dance into life. It was unexpected. And it sent her crashing over the edge. Her pussy clenching down, shivers racing through her body.
“Well, now, that was quick.”
Too quick? Oh no, how embarrassing.
“Shh, I can hear you thinking. There’s no rule about how long it has to take you to come,” he told her as he removed his finger then something firm and cool was pushed into her bottom. The thermometer.
“Just relax. Good girl. I’m going to push the thermometer inside you and then I’ll leave it there while I clean my hands.” The cool, thick thermometer filled her ass. “There you are, keep that in there.” She felt the bed shift as he stood. “Damn, that’s a pretty sight. I’ll be back in a minute.”
He walked into the attached bathroom while she lay there, her bottom bare, legs spread. A vibrator buzzing against her sensitive clit and a thermometer in her bottom.
Maybe she should have been embarrassed by that. But she was too turned-on to worry too much about how she looked.
She wanted to come again. Her folds were slick with her need. Her passage clenched, wanting something to penetrate her. Take her.
Daddy returned and sat next to her on the bed. “Good girl. Oh, look how tense you are. You need to come again, don’t you?”
“Y-yes,” she cried out.
He slid the thermometer out of her bottom. “Temperature is good. I’m going to put the plug in now, baby doll. Just take a deep breath. That’s it.”
She felt her cheeks part and something firm was pressed against her hole.
“Now out.”
She breathed out as he slid the plug into her bottom hole. It stung a bit and she had to focus on not tensing up. But as soon as it was in and she clenched around it, she could feel her need growing higher.
“Good girl, now roll onto your back. I’m going to help you come again. You’ve been such a good girl you deserve a treat.”
He helped her roll onto her back. The vibrator slid down onto the mattress and she had to concentrate on not letting the plug slip out. That would be embarrassing. He moved so he was lying on his stomach between her open legs. Reaching out, he parted her lower lips and took a long lick of her juices.
“Damn that’s delicious, baby doll.”
A vibration hit her entrance and she realized then that he’d picked up the vibrator. He pressed it slowly into her pussy until she was filled in both holes.
Fuck. Fuck. She needed to come so badly.
“Look how wet you are. All slick and in need. I’m going to plug you every day. Work on stretching this asshole until you’re ready to take me there.”
She groaned at the thought.
“Every night, when you finish work, I’m going to have you pull your pants and panties down then bend over and part your bottom cheeks. Then I’ll push the plug nice and deep into your asshole. You’re going to wear that plug while you sit at the table and eat your dinner. Then while we snuggle on the couch.”
Oh Shit. Shit!
She wasn’t going to last much longer. As though he realized how his words were affecting her, he stopped talking and started flicking at her clit with his tongue. She lost the ability to breathe as she was thrust over the edge, her orgasm rushing through her with the force of a bull let free from a pen.
She shuddered as he withdrew the vibrator and pulled the pillows out from under her. He then wrapped the blanket around her and walked into the bathroom with the vibrator and thermometer, probably to clean them. The man had a thing about cleanliness.
When he returned, he sat next to her, leaning against the headboard. Then he reached over for the bottle of water. “Sit up a bit, baby doll. Drink some water.”
She half-reclined against him, not even bothering to reach for the bottle. She knew the drill by now. After drinking some water, she snuggled in against him. He ran his hand up and down her arm.
“Are you sure I can’t do the same for you?” She didn’t look up at him, too embarrassed by her offer. She wasn’t exactly sophisticated.
He wasn’t going to let her get away with that, though. He reached down and tilted up her chin, so she was staring up into his firm, blue eyes. “When I think you’re ready for more, then you can have your mouth and hands on me as often as you like. Well, when I’m not inside you. And you’ll need to brace yourself because I am going to be taking you every chance I get.”
“That sounds nice.”
Umm. Whoops she hadn’t meant to say that out loud.
But how would he know when she was ready when she didn’t know? And how long would he wait?
“Don’t you have to go back to work soon?”
She knew he’d talked to his boss about some extra time off, but there had to be a time limit on that.
He snorted. “Kent was so happy I was taking time off; I think he nearly wet himself.”
“Issy!”
He grinned. It was a slightly evil grin. “Think they all believe I’ll be less crotchety if I have a vacation. Idiots.”
She rolled her eyes at him. “So he’s really okay with you having time off?”
“Baby doll, even if he wasn’t, I’d still be here. But I promise you, if I let him have your number, he’d probably call you up to thank you. Do not worry. I’m here until you realize you can’t live without me.”
That might have already happened.
* * *
She stared at the whiteboard as she sat up in bed. The plug shifted in her ass, sending a wave of arousal through her.
Uhh, so yeah, who’d have thought she’d have enjoyed having a piece of plastic up her ass so much?
After she’d recovered from her orgasm, Issy had gone and retrieved some more of her gifts. One of which she was looking at right now.
The whiteboard was about the size of a ledger-sized piece of paper. Across the top was written, Caley’s Rules.
Then numbered down the board, were a list of rules.
No lying
No putting herself in danger i.e. no speeding, texting while driving, meeting with strangers alone
No disrespecting herself or her Daddy
Bedtime is 10 p.m. unless she is in Little mode when it is 9 p.m.
No working more than fifty hours a week or more than ten hours in a single day
No skipping meals
Must drink eight glasses of water a day and have no more than four cups of coffee a day
Must tell Daddy before she leaves the property, and let him know where she is going and if she will be late when returning
If Daddy texts or calls her, she must reply or call back within thirty minutes
Must listen to Daddy
Must attempt to pick up after herself
“Are you sure you didn’t miss anything?” she asked, gulping at the list. Sheesh.
“Well, I ran out of room for anything more. But if we need to, we can buy a bigger whiteboard.”
Was he insane?
“Thought it best to write it all down, then you can’t claim you forgot a rule. Not that that is an acceptable excuse for not following the rules, anyway.”
Lord help her. She studied the rules again. Was it bad that the one she figured she was going to find hardest was the last one?
“I don’t even notice that I’m dropping things, how am I going to pick things up?”
“Don’t worry, baby doll. I don’t expect you to suddenly change overnight. That’s why we have the Caley-basket. At the end of the day, you’re going to go around with your basket and pick up all the stuff you’ve left behind. Hmm, and we’ll start with a count of ten. If you’ve left less than ten items out, you get a smiley face on the reward side of your chart. If you leave more than ten, then it’s a frown on the punishment side.”
Yeah, that was another ‘gift’. The rewards and punishment chart was really just another whiteboard with a line down the middle. She earned smiley faces and frowny faces and at the end of each week, they got added up.
She glanced at the two jars he’d placed on the dresser. They were filled with cut-up pieces of paper. One jar had a sticker on the front that said Rewards, the other had a sticker that said Punishments.
Apparently, all those bits of paper had either punishments or rewards on them for her to choose from depending on whether she had more frowns or smiley faces at the end of the week.
She really wasn’t sure how she felt about that.
“You should know that for each time you break a rule, you do get an immediate punishment. So, say I caught you texting while driving, I’d likely pull you over my knee and paddle your bottom thoroughly. Then you’d also get a frown on your chart.”
She gulped. So she got a punishment when she originally broke the rule then another one from her jar if she got more frowns than smiley faces at the end of the week.
Oh. Crap.
“You’re still owed a punishment for yesterday. I didn’t give that to you immediately because you weren’t well. That is likely the only time that I will delay a punishment.” He grabbed a whiteboard marker and started marking frowns on the whiteboard. She got frowny faces yesterday for not eating, not drinking and not obeying Daddy.
Oh. She was in so much trouble.
* * *
While Issy was cooking dinner, she grabbed up her phone and opened her contacts. She missed him. She just wanted to talk to him.
She called him before she could second-guess herself. If he didn’t want to talk to her or was busy, he didn’t have to answer.
“Hello, love.”
“Hi,” she whispered shyly then cleared her throat. “Is this a good time? I can call back later. Are you still at work?”
“No, love. I just got home.”
“I just wanted to call and make sure you got home okay.” It was lame, she knew. Basically, she just wanted to hear his voice.
“I did. Thank you.” Those warm tones soothed something antsy inside her. “I spoke to Issy earlier. He said you had a migraine last night? Are you all right now?”
“Oh yes. Too much caffeine not enough water. I’m still in bed. I’ve been here all day.”
“Poor baby, is Issy taking good care of you?”
She blushed remembering that orgasm. “Yes.”
A low chuckle came over the phone that made her blush. It was like he could read her mind.
“He’s got this reward and punishment chart for me though.” She explained it to him, pouting as she did.
“Aww, you know how to avoid the punishment jar, though, don’t you?”
She huffed out a sigh. “Yes.” She didn’t want logic, she wanted sympathy. “Still think it’s mean.”
Another laugh. She smiled. She liked that she could make him smile. There was something in his voice. Something sad or maybe it was tiredness.
“You sure you’re all right?” she asked him. He was always there for her. Talking her through things. Helping her see things in a different light. She hadn’t realized until he was gone, how much she’d come to rely on his calming influence. His advice. His help. With Issy, she could be vulnerable and know he would take care of her. She could let go. With Archer, she could tell him anything. Never hurt her. In fact, he’d done the opposite, he’d help heal the wounds on her soul.
They both had.
“I’m fine, love. Just missing you guys. I think I even miss that rundown shack of yours. I definitely don’t miss the microwave or washing machine.”
She was giggling as Issy stepped into the bedroom, his eyebrows raised in question.
“I’ve got to go. I think dinner is ready. Take care, Archer.”
“You make Issy take care of you,” he replied.
21
Now that was a damn pretty sight.
His girl with her nose in the corner, her panties down around her ankles, which were spread wide. She was wearing a nightie since she’d only just gotten up and he’d had her hold it up to her waist so as not to cover her bottom.
He had to reach down and adjust himself.
It had been two days since her migraine. He’d made her spend all of yesterday in bed, which she’d done with hardly any complaint. That, more than anything else, had told him how exhausted she was.
Today, he knew he’d have trouble getting her to rest and stay off her laptop. Which is why he planned on having her spend the day in Little space. With a bit of help from him.
It wasn’t just for her benefit. He wanted to spend time with her Little. Craved it. Happiness flooded him. Unlike anything he’d felt before. If only he didn’t keep feeling like something was missing. He guessed it was because she hadn’t committed to moving in with him. But he knew he had to give her time.
“Come here, baby doll.”
She dropped the nightie and reached down for her panties.
“Uh-uh, I didn’t say you could get dressed again.”
She turned; her eyes wide.
“Keep the nightie up around your waist. But lose the panties. I don’t want you tripping over them. Pick them up and bring them here.”
She slipped her panties off, holding onto them as she raised her nightie once more, revealing her pretty pussy. Damn. His cock throbbed. He wished he could lay her down and feast on her.
But that was for later. Right now, she was owed some punishment.
As she drew closer, her eyes widened as she saw the item sitting on the sofa next to him. “Uh, wh
at is that?”
“That is Caley’s naughty girl paddle. Isn’t it pretty?” It was a teak color and was long with a rounded end. “It’s hand-crafted and even has an ergonomic handle. So I won’t hurt myself if I have to paddle you for a long time.”
“You won’t hurt yourself? That’s what the person who made that paddle was worried about?”
He grinned. “Well, he wasn’t worried about how much it was going to hurt the person receiving the spanking, that’s for sure.”
“Oh dear Lord.”
He finally took pity on her. “Don’t worry, baby doll. I’m mostly going to use my hand. I’m just going to give you a few with the paddle at the end so you know what it feels like. Because next time you disobey me regarding your health, you’ll be getting your butt paddled until you can’t sit for days. Either that, or I’ll be taking my belt off.”
He saw her gulp. Didn’t hurt for her to be a bit worried, not if it made her think twice about not taking care of herself when he wasn’t around.
Not that he planned on going far.
He patted his lap. “Over you go.”
She drew closer, giving that paddle a look filled with trepidation. But she slowly placed herself over his lap. He drew her in close, placing one hand on the small of her back while he rubbed her bare bottom cheeks with the other.
She was tense to begin with, but as he kept rubbing, the tension started to slowly ease from her muscles.
“Can you keep your hands out in front of you or do you need me to hold them?”
“I can keep them there. I think.”
“Good girl. Let me know if that changes. What’s your safeword?”
“Bananas.”
With that, he smacked his hand down on her bottom. He heard her take a surprised gasp of air in. But he didn’t give her time to recover. His hand landed again and again. He didn’t pause to scold her this time or to rub. That last spanking hadn’t been a truly serious one. After all, he’d known she hadn’t deliberately thrown that glass. And she hadn’t been in danger.
This was entirely different.
Gradually, she started to shift around on his lap. Her feet tapped against the cushions of the sofa.
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