by Becca Little
“That wasn’t as bad as I thought.” I looked at him and smiled, continuing to trace his arms.
“We’ve got a long way to go before you’re not a virgin anymore.” He leaned forward and started to kiss my neck. “I’m going to shove every inch of my cock inside of you and fuck you until I explode.”
“Oh God...” The words echoed in my ear and made me nearly gush with excitement.
“This pussy will be mine whenever I want it.” He let his lips drift down my neck. “I’m going to fuck you every chance I get.”
He had shattered my hymen, but Braden’s cock still had a long way to go before he was totally inside of me. He continued to work it in slow, letting my pussy adjust to his girth before he pulled it back to my labia and started to push it in again. He kept repeating the motion until his cock was saturated from my pussy and I could hear him begin to moan. He had stretched out enough of my pussy to get a decent rhythm going, which he repeated a few times before he started trying to push the head a little further. I could feel pleasure, but there was a lot of pain that came with stretching required to accommodate his enormous cock. It felt like he was as deep as he could go, but there was still a good bit of his cock remaining. The part that he did get inside felt like an eternity, but I looked down and saw his cock only penetrating a small section of my pussy each time he went deep.
“Your pussy is so tight—you could make me cum right now.” He whispered into my ear and teased my neck with his lips. “But I’m not going to cum until I’m all the way inside of you.”
“Don’t stop.” I moaned and kissed his neck. “I want to feel it all.”
The pace quickened a bit and it felt like he was pillaging my pussy with his girth. He kept getting deeper until I felt something different inside of my body. In an instant, I went from enduring the pain and feeling a little bit of pleasure to being overwhelmed with pleasure. He withdrew his cock and I moaned loudly when he moved across it again. His cock had definitely found my g-spot and the quick movement across it was causing the pain to evaporate. His cock stretched and massaged the sensitive spot of intense pleasure that was buried deep inside of me. The stimulation made my body quiver with desire—I wanted more. He could feel the sudden shift in the way I reacted because he started thrusting against it harder, pushing himself even deeper when he started to pass it. He gave me so many thrusts that my head was spinning before I felt his abdomen pressing against my pelvis. He was all of the way inside of my pussy, buried to hilt in my wetness. He left his cock there as my pussy fully adjusted to him and although the pain lasted for a few minutes, he kept moving his hips so that my g-spot was stimulated. I let out several moans as I felt my body beginning to get even more turned on.
“Now I’m really going to fuck you.” He kissed my ear and bit down on it, moving a hand to my breast and squeezing it while he did. “I’m going to make you scream.”
“God...” I let out a load moan.
“You won’t even remember what it was like to be a virgin when I’m done with you. You’ll submit to my cock, ready for it whenever I want you.” He moved over and squeezed my other breast. “You belong to me.”
“Yes...” I leaned against his neck and let out a groan.
Braden’s thrusts started to intensify. The tender flesh that he had stretched for his cock to pound began to get ravaged with the fury of his thrusts. The movements got faster and more forceful as the encounter continued. He was filled with his lust and his thrusts were practically destroying my pussy. I felt his cock throbbing and pulsating inside, hungry for the release that I knew was coming. My pussy finally adjusted to his ferocity and then the sensation of my g-spot started to heighten my pleasure. It became nothing more than nirvana mixed with euphoria. The powerful thrusts hammered my g-spot and took me to a place I never realized was possible—bliss and desire—lust and longing. I didn’t want him to stop. He started to sweat as he worked himself inside of me again and again. The pressure built up inside of me fast. I knew I was going to orgasm and I knew it was going to be a powerful one. I had never managed to get that kind of sensation when I was masturbating. It was like nothing I had felt before. I was at a point where I wanted the orgasm but I also didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him to keep going. My body quivered and shook—unable to even consider slowing down the orgasm that was coming with the intensity of a roar. Branden’s fury thundered between my inner thighs.
“I’m gonna cum...” I moaned and writhed underneath him, feeling the euphoria intensifying.
He leaned back and lifted me off the bed slightly. With his powerful muscles, he controlled the movements of my body, keeping my hips locked in his grasp as he thrust himself into my pussy. I felt like I was being wrecked, pleasured, and it all collided together inside as I was slung around like a toy in his hands. I was moaning as I struggled to focus my thoughts. It was pure pleasure. The scent of his lust was resonating from and he brought me so close to an orgasm I could almost taste it. I panted heavily, my body struggling to get enough oxygen to keep me from passing out. My body convulsed while he hammered my pussy and then I felt the pressure begin to release with every muscle twisting and squeezing. The pleasure surged from my body like a wave crashing into a cliff of desire.
“Oh my God!” A scream roared from my body. It was so loud that I thought I heard the windows shake, but the bed was moving so hard it was impossible to tell.
“I told you that I would make you scream. Now I’m going to explode inside of you.” He tightened the grip on my hips and continued to fuck me.
My orgasm bellowed out of me with a combination of pleasure and screams while he continued to fuck me. He kept thrusting deep, lifting me back off the bed with each powerful motion. It was almost like the bed morphed into a cloud of pure pleasure, an orgasm on the cusp of another release quickly after the first one finally passed. My g-spot was once again feeling the thump of his lust. I was already at the point of no return when I felt his cock began to pulsate and throb harder. The motions got quicker, the thrusts more erratic, and I could feel my pussy spasming on his engorged cock. He suddenly let out a grunt followed by a roar of pleasure and drove himself deep. The first stream of his cum exploded inside of me like a volcano, which continued to erupt and his hot cum filled my pussy. After he paused for a moment, he started picking up the pace again and I felt another orgasm releasing—rushing through me with as much power as the first one. He finally stopped as my body was spent, letting me sink against the bed.
Holy shit.
I couldn’t even form words. My mind felt like mud boiling with the afterglow of the passion I had felt. I didn’t think I could ever feel anything like that again. I felt him begin to shift, pulling his cock out of my pussy. He had destroyed every single shred of my virginity to the point that I felt like his cock belonged inside of me. There was an instant moment of absence, almost a panic when it was gone. He sank down beside me on the bed and pulled me close. I snuggled against his chest, feeling the euphoria and exhaustion. I was no longer a virgin. I belonged to him. He was going to make his submissive little girl, spank me regularly, and if he fucked me like he just had—I was going to be begging for more.
Chapter 10: Little Chloe
When I woke up the next morning, my pussy was sore from the pounding he had given me the previous night. I reached for him, but found his side of the bed empty. I rolled over and looked at the clock. It was almost eleven in the morning and I hadn’t woken up at all during the night. I wasn’t even sure how long I had slept. I rolled out of bed and sat on the edge for a moment. In addition to the soreness between my legs, I could feel the after effects of the spanking on my bottom. I walked to the bathroom and splashed some water on my face, trying to figure out if everything had truly happened or if it was just some kind of strange dream. I heard a noise in another room of the house and peeked out the door.
“Braden?” I called out for him.
“I’m in here. Come on down the hallway.” His voice echoed and I starte
d to walk towards it.
I followed his voice down the hallway and when I finally opened the door, I found him waiting for me. The room was one that was used by his sister when she was a teenager. His parents never did anything with it once she moved out. It still had all the teenage charm if you lived in her era. When I walked in, I saw that he had spent some time cleaning it. He had to have been up for hours while I slept away the effect of our passion. I mostly left that portion of the house alone. The sheets had been changed and replaced with a pink set, and in the middle of the bed was a blanket with a bag of diapers sitting on the side of it.
What the heck is this?
I looked at it and then to him, confused by what I was seeing. There were also other items nearby like a baby bottle, an enema bag, and it looked like he visited an adult toy store as well, because I saw a wooden paddle, some leather handcuffs, and various plugs peeking out of a bag on the floor. Whatever I had imagined when he said I would be his little girl definitely wasn’t what was in front of me. He took me in his arms and pushed my hair to the side, kissing me with the same passion I felt the night before. The clogged thoughts from what I had seen faded as he held me and made my emotions explode with the fireworks of our kiss.
“Are you ready to be my little girl?” He pulled away, leaving my lips longing for more.
“I... I didn’t realize you meant like this.” I motioned to the diapers and the bottle.
“I told you that you needed to start over. You need to become my submissive little girl in every way, and I will help you become the woman you are meant to be.” He squeezed my hand and he studied the expression on my face.
“I trust you...” I looked around the room again, fixating my eyes on everything I saw.
“You don’t have to dress like this all of the time. I’ll be on the road most of the time, but when I come through those doors, I am your Daddy and you are my Little Chloe.” He smiled.
“Chloe... I like that.” I was surprised he even remembered the name I wanted to use when I actually did hit it big. That name seemed like one forgotten by the direction my life had taken.
“When you are the woman you are meant to be, you will no longer be Megan. You will be Chloe—Chloe Clementine, the woman who is a household name.” He smiled. “We will erase Megan and this will be your rebirth.”
“I really like the sound of that. The end of Megan and the beginning of Chloe Clementine, just like I imagined.” I sank into his embrace as he held me close.
“Since you will require regular spankings, I picked up something that will help make sure you don’t forget me while I’m away.” He picked up the oval paddle that I saw peeking out of the bag and brought it down firmly against his palm. “This will remain on the nightstand and every night before bed, you will lower your panties, give yourself twenty-five smacks on your bare bottom, and send me a picture as proof.”
“Every day?” I raised my eyebrows and swallowed hard.
“If I don’t like what I see—meaning if you haven’t spanked yourself properly—I will give you a proper paddling when I get home.” He tapped the paddle on his palm. “I’m going to give you a demonstration of that right now.”
“I’m barely awake.” My bottom tensed at the thought of a session with the thick oval paddle. “I haven’t even had coffee.”
“I think this will wake you up. You probably won’t even need coffee.” He tilted his head and looked at me. “Remember what I said about absolute submission. When I tell you that you will be paddled, the only thing you say is yes sir or yes Daddy.”
“Yes sir...” I looked down at the floor.
He took me by the arm and led me to the bed. I already knew the position even before he pulled me across his lap and pushed my pajama pants down to my ankles along with my panties. He adjusted me until my feet were barely touching the floor and my exposed bare bottom was elevated in the air. When I felt the paddle lightly touch my skin, I flinched, but mostly from the cold feeling of the fresh wood. I knew it wouldn’t be cold for very long. He lifted it up and brought it down sharply on my bottom which caused me to wince and cry out.
Twenty-five with that — every day? I’ll go to bed crying.
It hurt a lot more than his hand did. His hand had been large, and created a quick stinging sensation. The paddle left a deeper sensation of radiating pain. Each time it came down, I felt my flesh succumb to the pressure and then bounce back where it hurt immediately. Since it was smaller than his hand, it left a tighter, more concentrated layer of pain where it landed, and he was able to land multiple smacks with it before it finally overlapped a previous spot. Unfortunately, when it did finally overlap one of the spots I had been punished before; it burned like an inferno of punishment. My legs kicked around to the point he had to drape his foot over them.
“Ow! Daddy it hurts!” I said as I struggled against his iron, vice like grip. Calling him Daddy was a bit unusual at first, but my lips formed the words without even thinking.
“You’re lucky I didn’t have one of these when I caught you stealing my money.” The paddle came down again and again.
The paddle brought tears to my eyes a lot faster than his hand did. They streamed down my face and started to form a wet spot on the bed underneath my face. Sobs erupted from my throat. I knew I probably deserved to be paddled—even if I hadn’t really done anything to earn it at that moment. My tears turned the pink sheets a darker shade as they pooled while I cried. I always was one who couldn’t stand pain very well, and I cried at almost anything, so it was no shocker that I was reduced to tears so quickly. My bare bottom continued to bounce and throb underneath the paddle.
I tried to focus on the naughty behavior I had embarked on and let the paddle cleanse me of it. I knew that was the purpose, but it was still difficult to accept that I would be receiving it on a regular basis. I was definitely going to make sure I paddled myself good, because I didn’t want to have another proper paddling from him unless I had truly earned it—I didn’t intend to earn it! I squealed and squirmed as he punished me, but to no avail. He seemed determined to make sure my first session with the paddle was one I would never forget. By the time he was done, I looked over my shoulder and saw a very bright, red bottom glowing and radiating with heat.
“Now go stand in the corner with your hands on your head while Daddy gets your enema ready.” He said as he helped me to my feet.
“Yes sir.” I couldn’t get to the corner fast enough. I didn’t want to give him any reason to punish me again.
Chapter 11: Little Chloe
The enema was scary. I had never had one before, but I had definitely heard of them. As I stood there with my radiant red bottom burning, I decided it couldn’t be any worse than what I had already received. He came back after a few minutes and took me into the bathroom where he bent me over and inserted a plastic nozzle into my anus. A warm sensation followed as the fluid drained into it. It actually felt good once the initial sting of having the nozzle shoved in wore off, but after a few ounces of liquid drained into me, I felt very heavy. It was a strange fullness, like I had more than my fair share to eat, but I had to use the bathroom, all at the same time.
It’s making me cramp — don’t complain, Chloe. Don’t complain!
The feeling intensified, along with the pressure, as the bag full of warm liquid began to drain into me. The contents were a light opaque white, and I had no clue what was actually going into my body, but I trusted Braden—my new Daddy. As the liquid continued to drain, I suddenly felt the cramping intensify. It was light at first, but after it was fully emptied inside of me, it got worse. He removed the nozzle from the enema and before I knew what was happening, a plug was shoved. The plug was bigger than the nozzle and stretched me open as it went in. The bottom part was smaller than the part which was originally inserted, so my anus clamped around it leaving only a flat surface exposed.
“You’ll hold this for an hour.” He said calmly as he left the bathroom.
It felt lik
e an eternity in that bathroom. I cramped and hurt to the point that I wanted to cry. Sitting on the edge of the tub was impossible with my burning bottom stuffed by the large butt plug. I didn’t understand the point of the enema. I wasn’t sure if it was for punishment, or just some rite of passage he had decided to level on me to show me that I was his submissive Little Chloe, and he was my Daddy. My mind raced with confusion, but the answers didn’t come to me. When he finally returned and began the process of removing the plug, I thought I was going to burst. The enema’s release was one of the greatest moments of my life. The cramping continued until it was all gone, but once it was finally removed from my body, I felt refreshed.
“The enema is meant to cleanse.” He held me close and stroked my hair. “It is similar to the spanking—an act of submission, but it will help you transform into the woman you want to be.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” I nodded in understanding.
He ran a hot bath and helped me into it. I felt a little woozy once the warmth took over. The enema had left me weak and a little tired, but once the warm water touched my bottom, I was right back to being fully alert. He washed me from head to toe like a small child that didn’t have the ability to do it on my own. After the bath was mostly done, he spread shaving cream on me and shaved my pussy bare. The soreness from losing my virginity was still present, but I held as still as I could. He swiped the blade across my underarms and my legs just clean them up before finally rinsing me off. Once I was dry, he styled my hair into long curls before finally leading me back to the bedroom.