“Stay like that. I’ll be back to get you into your teddy soon.”
She heard him running the water in the bathroom. Then he returned and had her roll over onto her back. He drew a yellow, snap-crotch teddy from the dresser. It was basically see-through with lace covering her breasts and pussy. He laid it on the bed.
Then he grabbed something from the closet.
“I bought this the other day.” He held up the object. It was black on the bottom and pink on the top and was long and curved. There was a prominent bump at one end on the top.
“This is a clit tickler. It sits in your panties and this bump here tickles your clit. I’ve got the remote to operate it.” He pulled a small remote from his pocket.
He removed the towel from her hair before he dressed her in the lacy teddy. Then he had her lie back while he positioned the clit tickler against her pussy before doing up the snaps on the bottom of the teddy. When she stood, it felt very weird, especially with the plug in her bottom. The tightness of the teddy held the clit tickler against her pussy.
He helped her into a matching dressing gown, then to her surprise he had her sit while he pulled some socks on.
“Um, this doesn’t exactly match the lingerie.”
He shrugged. “I don’t want you getting cold feet.”
Damn. He was the sweetest. Even when he was about to punish her.
Linc grabbed her hair brush and a pillow then led her out to the living room. She half-expected him to turn the clit tickler on while she was walking. As though hearing her thoughts, he turned and gave her a wink.
“I thought I better not turn it on when you’re moving around. Don’t want you walking into any walls or tripping over your own feet.”
Considering her legs didn’t work properly at the best of times, it was likely a valid concern. She should have known he’d worry about keeping her safe. They walked into the living room. It was toasty warm in there, but he still picked up a blanket from the pile on the sofa. He drew her over to the recliner and sat, placing the pillow between his feet on the floor. “Sit here, Mari-girl and I’ll brush your hair for you.”
She sat and he placed the blanket over her lap.
“Right, what should we watch? Romantic comedy? This one good?”
“Yep,” she replied as he brushed her hair gently and slowly. She relaxed against him, leaning her head on his leg as he started braiding her hair for her.
When her hair was done, he pulled her onto his lap and drew the blanket over her as she snuggled into his chest. Soon, she got caught up in the movie and stopped noticing the plug or tickler.
Then something started vibrating next to her clit and she gave a startled gasp, sitting up straight.
“Easy, Mari-girl,” he murmured. “Just let it happen.”
She eased back down against him. Her breath came faster, she pressed her thighs together, squirming around on the chair as she tried to gain her release. Then the buzzing stopped and she slumped back against Linc.
“Nooo, not fair. I was so close.”
“You didn’t think it was going to be that easy, did you?” he murmured. “Next time it comes on, you’re going to be a good girl and put your hands behind my neck, okay?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied.
She was just getting back into the movie, when the clit tickler started vibrating again. Damn, just as well she’d already seen this movie, because she was going to be lucky to remember her own name at the end of this torture.
“Good girl, keep your hands there. Move them and I’ll have to punish you.”
A whimper broke through as he lowered the blanket to her waist and pulled the teddy to one side, baring one breast. He played with her nipple as the tickler buzzed against her hard nub. She turned to look at him, only to see he was staring at the movie.
He wasn’t seriously watching it, right?
He squeezed her nipple. “Watch the movie, Mari-girl.”
Mierda! She turned her head around. Her body undulated against him, searching for the edge of the cliff to tumble over. Just as she was almost there, he switched it off again.
This continued on and on. He finally had her drop her arms, worried about her getting tired. But she had to place them on her thighs and not move them. He bared her other breast, played with them both, teased her clit until she was writhing on him, a bundle of nerves. Finally, he reached down and undid the snaps and removed the clit tickler. He ran his finger along her slick lips.
“So wet. Do you want my cock inside you?”
“Yes. Yes.”
Suddenly, he stood and turned off the TV before striding into the bedroom. She was held in his arms, bridal style. He laid her down on her back at the edge of the mattress, her legs hanging off the end. He knelt between her legs and spread her lower lips, licking at her. He hummed and she groaned at the sensation.
As he sucked on her clit, he slid the plug from her ass. Then he pressed a finger gently into her passage with shallow thrusts. It felt so good but it wasn’t enough. Another finger was added as he continued to ready her for him, stretching her. Her orgasm washed through her, coming in a wave that started off gentle before rapidly growing into something that consumed her. She arched off the bed with a scream.
He lapped at her, removing his fingers. Then he stood and reached into the bedside drawer for a condom. She watched hungrily, her body still throbbing with the aftereffects of her orgasm as he stroked his firm cock.
“Take the teddy off, baby. I want you completely naked.”
She wiggled out of the outfit as he sat back on the bed and applied lube to his condom clad dick. Not that she thought he needed lube. But she knew he wanted to make this as easy as possible for her.
When she was naked, he slid down so he was lying on his back on the bed. “Come here.”
“You want me on top?” Her eyes went wide. She thought he would guide things. Didn’t he know that she had no clue what she was doing?
“It’s all right, baby. I’ll help you,” he soothed, obviously seeing her panic. “But it will be easier for you this way. You can be more in control.”
Damn. He was always putting her needs first. She straddled his hips and he pulled her down for a kiss then drew her up his body so her breasts were hanging down over his face. He suckled from one nipple then the other.
Finally, he grabbed his cock with his hand and started guiding it into her.
“You lower yourself down when you’re ready, Mari-girl,” he murmured to her.
She pushed down with a groan. God, she felt full. Stretched. She pulled up then went lower again. Each time she moved, she took a bit more of his shaft inside her. But it didn’t feel right. She hesitated, looking down at him.
“Can we try with you on top?”
“Of course we can. Whatever you need. Remember? All you have to do is ask.”
He drew out then rolled them over so she was on her back with him between her open legs and pushed himself gently back inside her.
“How does that feel?” he asked.
“Better,” she whispered.
“Put your legs around me. Offer me those breasts.”
She held her breast up and he sucked on her as he drove himself in further. He pushed into her, taking her carefully but relentlessly until he was fully immersed in her. He moved to her other breast, laving her nipple with his tongue.
“Ready, baby?” he asked huskily.
“Yes. Yes.” Now that she was filled with him, she wanted more. He drew back, thrust forward. Slow and gentle then gradually faster. Harder. Until he was driving himself inside her.
“Oh. Ohhh.” She cried out.
He rolled them again so she was on top. “Ride me again. I want to see you. I want to touch you.”
She felt more emboldened now. She drove up and down on his cock as he placed his thumb against her clit, rubbing it. She felt her orgasm build, she clenched down around his shaft.
“That’s it. Yes! Come for me. Come on my cock. That’s i
t.”
She placed her hands on his chest to steady herself as she moved her hips back and forth, driving herself over his dick until her orgasm rushed through her. He grabbed hold of her hips, pulling her down as he roared his own release.
Slumping forward, she lay on his chest. A whimper escaped as he drew his cock from her. She was sated. Satisfied. And loved.
“That was amazing. You’re amazing. My beautiful, darling girl.” He murmured words of praise as she lay there, attempting to get her breath back. He ran his hand up and down her back, keeping her close.
When he went to roll her off him, she whimpered a protest, trying to hold onto him.
“Easy, Mari-girl. Just going to run you a bath.”
“No. Sleep,” she murmured.
“You can sleep. I’ll come get you when it’s ready.”
“No. You stay.”
He let out a small chuckle. “I’ll be back soon.”
She groaned but he slipped out of her hold and she heard water running. Then her legs were parted and a warm cloth was placed on her pussy. She let out a sigh.
“Ooh, that’s nice.”
“Good. A bath will feel even better.”
“No bath. Tired.”
“I can tell. I want to test your blood sugars before bed though. And you need a snack.”
She grumbled. But in the end, he got his way. She ate a small snack, he bathed her gently, much like one would a precious baby. He even helped her brush her teeth, which was weird.
Finally, he tucked her into bed, with one of his T-shirts on. Princess Nana was held tight in one hand and she was drinking down a bottle of water that he held up to her mouth.
“You finish this while I go quickly shower.”
She didn’t even have the energy to reply. She swallowed a few more mouthfuls before putting the bottle down. When he climbed back into bed minutes later, he picked it up and held it to her mouth again, having to remove her thumb first.
She complained but she was too tired to really fight. When he removed the bottle, he drew her back into his embrace, so he was spooning around her.
“Mine,” he whispered in her ear as she drifted off. “All mine.”
She certainly was.
33
“What are we doing today, Daddy?” Marisol swung her feet as she colored at the table. Her picture was nearly finished. She concentrated on carefully coloring in the lines.
This morning, Linc had woken her gently. He’d placed a warm heat pad between her legs to soothe her pussy while he’d given her a bottle of water. When he’d let her out of bed, he’d dressed her up in her princess onesie.
She loved it.
Now, they’d had breakfast and he was cleaning up as usual, while she colored.
“Well, after you’ve checked your blood sugar, I’m going to have you go get your round paddle and meet me in your playroom. You’re going to get your spanking for being naughty yesterday and then you’re going into the corner for fifteen minutes.”
“Daddy, no!”
Drat. How had she forgotten about the spanking! She looked up at him pleadingly. But he simply gave her a firm look back.
Her shoulders slumped. Darn it. This was gonna suck.
Twenty minutes later, she moved slowly towards the playroom, her paddle in hand. She dragged her feet. Opening the door, she walked into the room with a big sigh. Her bed had arrived a few days ago and Linc had made it up with some soft pink linens. It had a canopy hanging over it with fairy lights. She’d missed her nap yesterday so she hadn’t gotten to sleep in it yet.
Linc was sitting in the middle of the bed, watching her. He crooked a finger at her and she made her way slowly over. Grabbing the paddle, he set it on the bed next to him. That’s when she saw the anal plug and lube sitting there. Oh no. He drew her between his open legs. He took hold of her hips gently.
“Why are you getting punished, teeny?”
“Because I was naughty and put myself in danger.”
“And why is that so bad?”
“I could have gotten hurt and Daddy would have been sad.”
“I would be devastated if anything happened to my teeny. She’s everything to me.” He reached down and undid the snaps at the crotch of her onesie.
“I want you to pull your onesie right up to your waist.”
Oh man. This was embarrassing. But she reached down obediently and drew it up so he got a good view of her pussy.
“Good girl. Now lay yourself over Daddy’s lap.”
He helped her position herself over his lap, with her torso and legs well supported. Then he tucked the bottom of the onesie up out of the way. He rubbed her cheeks.
“It’s twenty with my hand followed by ten with the paddle. Can you keep your hands down and out of the way?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Remember you can say red at any time and I will stop. I’ll also check in with you. Are you ready?”
Ready? Would she ever be ready? But she knew she wanted to do something to alleviate her guilt over worrying him so much.
“Yes, Daddy.”
He started immediately. And it was no warm-up. These spanks were hard and fast. Ten were given in quick succession and she barely managed to catch her breath. By the time he stopped to rub, tears were already coursing down her cheeks.
“How are you doing, baby?”
“H-hurts, Daddy.”
“I know, teeny,” he said with sympathy. “And we’re only part way through, I’m afraid. Is anything else hurting? No numbness? Dizziness?”
“No, Daddy,” she replied.
“Next ten.”
She was sobbing and kicking her feet as he delivered these next ones. She had to fight hard not to reach back and cover her poor sore bottom cheeks as he wailed into them.
By the time he stopped again, she had soaked the coverlet with her tears. Her sobs filled the room.
“Just ten to go, teeny,” he told her with regret.
The smack of the paddle sounded harsh in the room. And she cried with each slap. By the time it had finished, her bottom felt like it was on fire. She wished she could rub away the pain.
“Shh. Shh. Shh.”
Linc turned them both so they were lying on the bed. He was on his back with her pressed to his side, her head on his chest.
“Hush, baby. It’s all over. You’ve been punished and forgiven. It’s all done. Good girl. Good girl.”
He held her until her sobs died and she was relaxed against him.
“How you feeling, baby?”
“Like I’ve just been spanked and paddled,” she replied dryly.
His chest moved as he laughed. “Fair enough. Ready for the rest of your punishment?”
“Daddy, don’t you think I’ve been punished enough? I’ve learned my lesson. Honest.”
“Glad to hear that, teeny. But this will just help solidify it. Come on. Fifteen minutes in time-out then afterwards, Daddy will let you do some crafting.”
“Can’t Princess Nana do this part?”
“And why should Princess Nana be punished when you were the one who was naughty?”
“’Cause I’m a princess,” she explained.
“Do you think that a princess doesn’t get punished when she’s naughty?” he asked as he helped her sit up. She winced and immediately jumped onto her feet.
“Well, obviously that’s not the case,” she replied as she rubbed her sore bottom.
“Uh-uh, no rubbing,” he said sternly.
“Drat.” She crossed her arms over her chest, giving him big eyes. “But Daddy, I don’t think a princess should hafta do time-out. She should be able to tag in.”
“Tag in?”
“Yeah, like in wrestling.”
“You watch wrestling?” He raised his eyebrows.
She blushed. “Sometimes.”
“I’m surprised. I didn’t think you’d be interested in the sport.”
“It’s a sport?” she asked with mock-surprise. “I
was just there for the muscles and the tight outfits.”
He growled. “Brat. Right, bend over the edge of the bed. You’re going to be plugged while you’re in time-out.”
“I say Princess Nana should be plugged.”
“Princess Nana doesn’t have a bottom hole.”
“Lucky Princess Nana.”
“Marisol, face the bed, bend over and put your elbows on the mattress.”
With a sigh, she did as she was told. She heard him squirting out some lube then felt him part her bottom cheeks and place some lube on her puckered hole.
The cool plug was pressed to her back hole, she relaxed, taking a deep breath in and then letting it out slowly as he situated the plug in her bottom. He helped her stand up and then led her to the naughty corner.
“Right, you can sit on the stool. You might want to rest your thighs on it rather than your bottom then lean forward and place your nose in the corner. That’s it.”
She ended up with her ass hanging out over the side of the naughty girl stool, which was going to give him a good view of her tender cheeks, with the butt plug poking out between them.
“That’s a pretty sight,” he said with satisfaction. “I’ll start the timer. Fifteen minutes.”
She sighed. She really thought Princess Nana was getting out of this on a technicality.
This year, she decided, she was going to ask Santa for a doll with a bottom hole.
34
Ed looked up as Kiesha opened the door with a frown. He’d just gotten off the phone with a friend down in Dallas. He was trying to track down who that asshole cop had been years ago who’d scared Marisol.
He groaned. “Please don’t tell me Rosalind is back.”
She’d been calling constantly and trying to see him since she’d come in the other day to report Marisol missing. He didn’t know what her angle was, but she was driving him nuts. Today had been blissfully quiet. Until now.
Kiesha pulled the purple sucker from her mouth. “Nah, it’s not her.”
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