by Golden Angel
For Melody, this weekend had been about self-discovery. She cared what he wanted, more than she cared about her own satisfaction. Wanted to please him, more than she wanted to please herself. She was sweet, smart, and sexy, as both an adult and as a little. If there were such a thing as the perfect woman for him, she'd be it.
He was falling in love, faster than he would have thought possible and enjoying every minute of the trip.
For now, though, he needed to focus on ending this magical weekend with a bang. Kawan knew exactly how he wanted to wrap things up. Grinning, he headed for the stairs.
Chapter 22
The silence was deafening.
Melody had rushed upstairs, hurried through going to the bathroom and brushing her teeth, before practically throwing herself over the side of Daddy's bed. Butt up in the air, hands and cheek pressed against the mattress, she waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Every second seemed to stretch as long as an hour.
Was waiting part of the punishment? Because if it were, it was really working.
She'd already felt ashamed of how she'd behaved as a 'teen'. She couldn't even really explain why she'd gotten so mouthy. Teenage rebellion maybe? The urge to be a good girl just hadn't been strong enough against her urge to do what she wanted and say what she wanted. The snark had been strong this morning.
Too strong.
When she finally heard Daddy's footsteps coming down the hall, she was already so wound up, she tensed even more.
What was he going to do?
The creak of the door opening made her want to whimper as her very exposed, very vulnerable position slammed home.
"Good girl." Daddy's smooth tone made her relax slightly.
At least she'd managed to do this right.
She peeked over her shoulder to see Daddy standing a few feet behind her, hands on his hips, obviously admiring the view. Melody turned beet red, because her current bent over position, with her legs spread to make it easy for her to rest her upper body on the mattress, showed everything. Her feet started to inch inward.
Smack!
She squealed, the stinging spot on her thigh throbbing.
"Keep those legs nice and wide, baby girl," Daddy said sternly.
Now her thigh wasn't the only part of her that was throbbing. Even though she knew she was about to be punished, she was already getting turned on. Fingers stroked down over the small of her back, right down the center of her crease to her anus. Instinctively, Melody tried to clench her cheeks as Daddy massaged her little hole, but the widespread position made it exceedingly difficult, if not impossible.
"A plug first," Daddy murmured, and Melody bit back a moan as her arousal surged.
A few moments later, something hard and slick pressed against her rosebud. Melody pressed her forehead against the back of one hand, breathing deeply and trying to relax as Daddy worked the thick plastic back and forth. It felt so much bigger than before. The stretch was starting to burn painfully, her muscles protesting against the thickness of the plug.
"Daddy, it's too big," she protested, trying to move forward, away from the plug. Of course she was trapped by the bed, with nowhere to go and the plug continued inexorably deeper, making her whimper as she was stretched even further open. The slick lube meant the plug easily kept pushing past her clenching muscles. While it helped ease the rubber toy's entry, it did nothing to help her with the burn from being forced open so wide.
"No, baby, you can take it." His hand massaged her lower back. "Just relax and bear down."
A white hot burst of painful pleasure ricocheted through her as the thickest part of the plug pushed past her entrance. She gasped and rocked forward on her toes at the sensation. The plug nestled inside of her, thick and uncomfortable although the stinging burn was thankfully subsiding now that her sphincter was securely clenched in the plug's notch.
It felt huge inside of her and she panted for breath as her body adjusted to the invasion. While it didn't feel bad, exactly, she wasn't sure that she could say it felt good either. Yet the discomfort, the feeling of being so intimately invaded, totally turned her on.
"Good girl." Daddy's praise warmed her. She moaned when he twisted the base of the plug, turning it inside of her. The little nerve endings around that particular entrance felt exquisitely sensitive right now. Her toes tried to curl in reaction to the sensation and she fisted the sheets on the bed, panting even harder for breath as pure lust shot through her.
The thick black plug was firmly lodged inside Melody's tight hole, but Kawan couldn't help but play with it. He loved her little reactions: the hitch of her breath, the way her bottom cheeks moved when she clenched, and the squirming movements as she became more aroused.
His cock was rock hard, ready to replace the plug, but punishment before pleasure.
"You were a naughty girl this morning, weren't you?" he asked, continuing to toy with the plug, pulling on it. She gasped as her little hole began to stretch again and then sighed with relief when he let the plug go.
"I was being a teenager," she said, a little sulkily, sounding a bit like she had that morning.
Kawan chuckled, tapping the base of the plug and making her squirm. "Not all teenagers are little sassboxes all the time you know. And even when you weren't being sassy, you weren't following directions either. You deliberately wandered off rather than meeting me where you were supposed to after using the restroom."
There was a moment of silence, since she couldn't really argue with that.
"I'm sorry, Daddy," she said, her voice sincere.
"I know you are, baby, but that doesn't mean your behavior can go unpunished." It wasn't going to be a very harsh punishment, more of an attitude readjustment. And then some fun for both of them.
His hand caressed her ass, sliding over the soft curve down to her pussy. With her legs slightly spread, he could see all the delicate pink folds, glistening with her arousal. He traced his finger through her sensitive flesh, teasing her wet heat, and grinned as he circled her clit and she moaned in response.
The cheeks of her ass clenched and then quivered, releasing, and he could hear her panting for breath again. If she'd tightened around the plug, it would have made it feel even bigger, and this was already the largest he'd used on her.
"I think a count of twenty is appropriate," he mused, as if he was just making up his mind on the spot, his finger still sliding around her swollen clit, teasing the little bud. Melody moaned in response, her bottom lifting up slightly, like an offering. "If you're a good girl and don't move out of position, it'll just be twenty with my hand. If you're a naughty girl and try to cover your bottom or stand up, I'll add five with the hairbrush."
"Yes, Daddy." Excitement threaded through her answer and Kawan wondered if she might be naughty just to see what the hairbrush felt like.
His mouth quirked. It was likely she thought he was going to go easy on her with his hand.
Well. It was simple enough to disabuse her of that notion.
SMACK!
She gasped, jerking forward, and then shuddering when she inadvertently clenched around the plug in response to the hard swat. Kawan didn't wait for the sting to sink in, he immediately drew back his hand and landed another stinging slap to the other side of her ass.
SMACK!
"Ow! Daddy, that hurts!"
"That's the idea, baby girl," he said, somewhat amused. "Naughty girls get real spankings."
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Although her feet danced in place a bit, making her bottom jiggle even more, she didn't stand or try to cover herself. The sound of palm meeting flesh was interspersed with her little gasps of pain. Dark pink splotches bloomed on her creamy skin, giving him nice pale targets to aim for next.
Kawan pressed his free hand against his throbbing cock as he watched her buttocks turning pinker and her pussy becoming even more swollen and creamy under the painful assault. He loved the way a well-spanked bottom loo
ked, and Melody's was certainly a beautiful one.
Now Melody really wished she'd been better behaved at the fair. At the very least she could have told Daddy that she didn't want to be a teenager. Her hips began to move up and down, trying to relieve some of the aching burn and also seeking out stimulation for her needy pussy.
Despite the plug filling her bottom, she felt achingly empty, and after Daddy had teased but not actually touched her clit, she wanted to rub herself against anything that she could. The angle at which she was bent over the mattress wasn't quite right but it was so close.
SMACK!
SMACK!
She'd already stopped paying attention to the count, too wracked with rising lust and the growing burn from her spanking to care. Heat and need flared inside of her as Daddy spanked her, the punishment fueling her passion. It hurt; he wasn't giving her a gentle spanking by any means, but it turned her on too.
The throbbing burn, the plug filling her most intimate area, made her feel decadently naughty and deliciously depraved. It didn't matter that it hurt; she was lifting her hips to meet each swat, the pain fulfilling her in a way that pleasure alone just couldn't satisfy.
When she moved to meet the next swat and it didn't come, she whimpered in disappointment.
"Good girl," Daddy said, and his palm came down to rest on her hot bottom. Not with a slap, but with a caress that made her moan as the pleasure and pain spun together inside of her. "We're almost done."
The slight sting of his hand squeezing her punished cheek contrasted sharply with the sudden, arousing stir of sensations when she felt him pulling at the plug again. This time he didn't just tease, he pulled until her anus was forced back open around the thickest part, making her cry out and shudder. Her toes curled; the feeling of being emptied, of the toy receding, stimulating her in an entirely different way than before.
Just as the plug had made her feel fuller than ever, the lack of it made her feel emptier than she would have thought possible.
Something softer but thicker pushed at the slightly gaping hole the plug left behind, and Melody instinctively knew it was Daddy's cock.
"Oh, please..." She choked out the words, halting because she couldn't possibly beg him to put his cock there.
"Please what, baby girl?" he asked, dropping a kiss to her spine, the position pushing him deeper in her ass. She gasped at the burn, the way his cock widened her already stretched muscles. There was no comfortable notch for her sphincter to settle into though, there was nothing but the burning stretch as he sank deeper into her.
Her soft pants as she was stretched, filled, his cock creating a burning path between her roasted cheeks, did little to help ease the discomfort. Yet she didn't ask him to stop. It was so filthy, so raw, so wonderfully perverse to have his cock sliding into that intimate space. Melody had never felt more submissive or more aroused.
"Please, Daddy, more..."
Daddy groaned, his hands gripping her hips, and he withdrew slightly before pushing in even deeper. Her pussy pulsed in response, her delicate muscles clenching around him in hot spasms that did nothing to ease the uncomfortable ache of his invasion or her growing arousal.
"Oh it hurts..." She moaned the words, pressing her face against the mattress, gasping for air as Daddy pushed deeper.
"I know it does, baby girl, but you're going to take it for Daddy, aren't you?" Daddy's voice was smooth, his fingers tightening on her hips. Despite his words, his forward momentum slowed, leaving her hot and throbbing around him but not yet entirely filled by him.
Melody had the insane urge to push back against him, until her roasted bottom was pressed against his body and his cock was fully embedded inside of her... but she had no way of knowing how much further he had to go.
"Yes, Daddy," she said, gripping the sheets beneath her even tighter. She peeked over her shoulder, but Daddy wasn't looking at her face, he was watching his cock slowly disappearing between the reddened cheeks of her ass.
"Good girl." Daddy's hands pressed down, holding her in place, before he pulled back and then pushed forward again, sinking another couple of inches into her hot hole. Crying out, she shuddered underneath him, clenching and squirming. Daddy massaged her lower back muscles with his thumbs, helping her to relax as he murmured again that she was a good girl. Flexing his hips, he thrust forward, finally burying himself completely inside of her, and making her gasp as his body pressed against the hot swells of her buttocks.
Then he began to pull away and the sensation of his cock dragging out of her body, rasping against her sensitive nerves, made her writhe. Somehow it felt even more intense than the insertion had. Then he reversed and began to fill her again.
Melody could only whimper and moan as Daddy began a long, slow ride of her ass. Each thrust went deep before pulling out almost to the head, and then sliding back in again. The sensory overload of the invasively pleasurable strokes combined with his body pressing against her sensitized cheeks every time he buried himself inside of her was overwhelming.
Then his hands slid up her sides, pressing underneath of her so he could cup her breasts, adding to the confusing mix of sensations whirling through her. Discomfort, pleasure, pain, the stinging burn and the erotic heat... he wasn't even touching her pussy and she could feel her orgasm growing inside of her.
"Oh, Daddy!"
"Do you like it?" he asked, pinching her nipples, thrusting his cock back into her a little harder now. It sank easily inside of her, her muscles had adjusted to his thick length, although the sensations were still uncomfortably intense.
"Yes! Yes, Daddy, I love it!" She practically sobbed the words out.
As if in reward, Daddy began to move harder, faster. Flinging her head back, Melody arched her back as strange ecstasy curled her body. It burned, far more than the spanking had, as his rougher thrusts increased the friction. Her nipples throbbed between his fingers and her pussy pulsed emptily in response.
"Oh, Daddy.... oh, Daddy..." she began to chant, over and over again as his cock drove her closer and closer to a deep, powerful orgasm. The faster movements made his balls slap against her pussy, sparking pleasure in her sensitive lips and clit.
Daddy's warm breath flowed over the back of her neck, her hips lifting to meet his hard thrusts, his cock pressing against a pleasure point she hadn't even known existed, deep inside of her body. Ecstasy coiled, a deep, implacable throbbing that left her gasping for air as it swelled inside of her.
As if sensing that she was on the cusp, one of Daddy's hands left her breasts and moved downward, thrusting between her thighs. The sharp pinch to her clit was all she needed to push her over the edge. She wailed as almost painful ecstasy flooded her system, unraveling all the coiled tension that had been wound so tightly inside of her.
She felt tears rolling down her face at the intensity of her climax, which only increased when she felt Daddy's cock begin to pulse inside of her. The thick length felt even thicker, harder, and she screamed in glorious bliss, rippling around him, as her clenching muscles milked hot jets of fluid from his pulsing cock.
"Such a good girl," Kawan groaned, his grip tightening on Melody's hips as he emptied himself into her tight ass. He rubbed her clit in slow, methodical circles, feeling her jerk underneath him, and slowly brought her down from her intense orgasm.
With his body covering hers, he could feel each contraction, each shudder of her muscles as she spasmed in hot rapture. The sensations were sinful and her tight grip around his cock, pulling at him, had given him one of the most intense orgasms of his life.
Finally, she slumped beneath him, her muscles languid, the tight grip of her ass easing around him. Kawan kissed her shoulder.
"Such a good girl," he repeated.
She made a small little sound of contentment, and then moaned when he began to pull his softening erection from her ass. The little hole was left pink and swollen, gaping slightly from use. Kawan lowered his lips to press a soft kiss to one hot red cheek, smiling as she quiver
ed slightly at his touch.
Pulling her upward, he lifted her in his arms. Her head lolled sleepily against his shoulder.
"Okay, baby girl," he said, heading for the bathroom. "Let's go get you cleaned up."
“Okay, Daddy,” she said, snuggling into him with a sleepy sigh.
Chapter 23
Melody thought that the transition back to work and the real world would be weird, and she was surprised at how easy it was. Maybe because work was part of her usual routine, while the weekend had been like stepping out of the real world and into a magical place for a little while.
The magic still lingered though, bringing a little smile to her lips over all sorts of things. Inappropriate things. Like, she really shouldn't be smiling over the careful way she had to sit down, and yet she couldn't stop the edges of her mouth from curving upwards in remembrance of why she was so sore.
She'd also worried about being distracted, worried that she might not be able to focus when she had so many other things to think about, but if anything, she got more work done than ever. It reminded her of how she'd felt after being at Black Light—like something had settled inside of her. She felt refreshed, more grounded, and like she could take on the world.
Of course, all she needed to take on was blood and stool samples, but she was super on top of it. Even Colin noticed how much work she was getting done, and she actually managed to leave the lab early, feeling like she was floating on top of the world. Lisa told her that McCready's noxious presence had pretty much disappeared. All the women in the department were talking about how he'd suddenly been making himself scarce which was a huge relief to everyone.