"Keep still."
"Oh!" said Sophie as she felt his fingers tease her butt cheeks apart. Her face flamed. No one had ever done such a thing to her before. She felt as though she would die of embarrassment. But she did as Daddy told her, and she kept still.
Jack reached for the plug - a pretty pink one he had ordered online as a surprise. He pointed the tip at her anus and pushed gently. "Relax. In it goes."
"Ohhh!" The sensation was weird. It was also humiliating in the extreme.
"You feel that?"
"Yes," squeaked Sophie at the unexpected invasion.
"Yes what?" asked Jack in a tone that by now Sophie was all too familiar with.
"Yes, Daddy." Her face burned as daddy attended to her so intimately.
"I'm going to push it in a little further. Stop tensing your bottom. Relax."
"Oh! Ohhh!" Sophie felt the plug probe deeper. Humiliation flooded over her in great waves ... and yet, the deeper the plug went, the nicer the sensations it created became. The whole experience was erotic, and the embarrassment factor and Jack's control over her made it so exciting.
Jack gave a final little push. "There. It's in."
"Wh-what do I do with it?"
Jack grinned devilishly. "You can stand up to start with and give me a twirl."
Twirl indeed, thought Sophie. It's not as though I'm wearing a new frock! But she stood as ordered and turned around. The plug felt strange and kinky simultaneously. She tried to digest her feelings, but there was no time, because Daddy made her waddle up and down the landing wearing nothing but the plug. And he was right - she did feel extra submissive even if it was embarrassing.
"Hold it in, babygirl, or there'll be trouble," warned Jack. He smacked her bottom a few times. They weren't hard smacks, but they had the effect of pushing the plug in just a little further which produced sensations that sent tingles from her head to her toes and made her squeal."It's a very snug fit. I can see I'll need to order a size bigger next time." He smiled wolfishly at the thought.
Then Jack took her hand and led her into the bedroom. "Time for a little bondage, baby," he said as he attached leather cuffs to her ankles and wrists. "You did say you wanted to experience the helplessness of being restrained. Well now's your chance. And the actuality will be even better than the fantasy," he whispered huskily. "I guarantee it. Lay down on the bed - on your tummy."
Sophie shivered in anticipation, filled with the intoxicating smell of the leather. She watched as he opened one of the drawers in the wardrobe and produced lengths of soft bondage rope which he expertly attached to the bedposts and through the D-rings in her wrist and ankle cuffs. Very soon, Sophie's outstretched arms were pulled taut by the cord looped through the restraints. Jack repeated the process, splaying her legs wide apart. When he was done, he stepped back to admire the view.
"Do you feel helpless, little one? You should. There's little you can do to interfere with the wickedly decadent things I have planned for you."
Sophie nodded. Yes, she felt helpless ... deliciously so, tied and naked and spread wide for Daddy's intimate pleasure. She revelled in the feeling. It was almost orgasmic. Her pussy pulsed, and her ass filled with the plug added another exciting frisson to the dynamic. She shuddered with pleasure as Jack trailed his fingers down along the length of her spine and then yelped he delivered a sound slap to her bottom, followed by another and another.
"What shall we use next, I wonder." Jack grinned, already unbuckling his belt. As he lay it across her pink cheeks, she shivered in anticipation as the cool leather caressed her, her eyes opening wide as the first strike landed; it was more forceful than his hand and the sensations were electric. She moaned softly as the leather belt lashed across her buttocks. He gave her ten, each one progressively harder than the one before. After five she was writhing in pain yet hugely turned on. After seven she was squealing loudly. On the tenth she yelped and squirmed. After that, she felt his fingers probing her slick pussy and mewled like a kitten, eager for his touch. Her parted thighs revealed her dripping sex. As soon as he touched her there she bucked wildly, but wasn't allowed release.
"Please ... please," she begged.
"Oh how I love to hear my little one beg," chuckled Jack. Her round bottom was pleasingly pink and carried the marks he so delighted in giving her and which she enjoyed receiving. "I think we'll have you on your back now, honey." Deftly he unclasped the buckles on the restraints, flipping her over and securing her once more, spread-eagled before him. She gazed up at him, panting.
"Wicked," was all she could say.
"Yeah? Then let's take it up a gear, shall we?" Sophie nodded, without even knowing what it was she was agreeing to. All she knew was that she loved and trusted Jack and knew he'd never do anything to harm her, emotionally or physically. Jack dangled a blindfold in front of her. "I'll slip this on ... like so." He attached it, quickly checked the restraints weren't too tight, then whispered, "I'm leaving the room now, but I'll be back in a couple of minutes." He stooped to brush his lips against hers, and then was gone.
Sophie opened her eyes, then closed them again, but the effect was exactly the same. She knew she was stretched out lewdly, her pussy exposed, her bottom burning from the spanking, full and tingling with the plug. Deprived of sight, she found herself listening intently to each little sound. The beating of her own heart sounded like a loud drumming. And then came a new sound ... the creak of the stair tread, light footfalls on the landing, the faint creak of the bedroom door as he entered.
Jack removed an ice cub from his mouth and rubbed it over Sophie's swollen nipples. She shrieked in surprise, then giggled.
"Ice!"
"Right. But where will it go next, I wonder?" Jack trailed the melting ice cube down over her breasts and belly, then rubbed it alternately over her clit and labia, eliciting more shrieks of pleasure. But when he put it deep inside her she lifted her hips, shaking them from side to side.
"Oh! Oh! Cruel Daddy!"
"Nice?"
"Yes. No. I don't know! Ohhhh ... it's damned cold."
Jack laughed softly, then taking her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger, carefully applied a nipple clamp.
"What ... oh ... ow!" Sophie yelped as a second clamp was attached. Her nipples throbbed. But it wasn't an unpleasant sensation at all ... She mewled softly whilst trying to process all the sensations that had her body quivering.
Jack waited until the ice cube had dissolved in her steaming pussy before slipping in the vibe. As soon as he turned it on, Sophie's mouth opened in shock and surprise. So aroused was she that she came almost immediately ... came loudly and with the greatest of pleasure.
As her orgasm subsided, she was barely aware of Jack removing the nipple clamps and vibrator, but when the blindfold came off, she smiled at him appreciatively.
"That was... that was just incredible," she murmured.
"We're not done yet. My turn now." He smiled his hungry alligator smile as he unzipped his jeans. He was rampant, his cock engorged and eager. Moving to her side he stood over her. Wordlessly, she turned her head and began to lick his shaft and then take him in her mouth, savouring the taste and feel of him as he thrust and groaned, pouting in disappointment when he pulled out ... only to smile again as he quickly rolled on a condom and entered her.
He glided in with a grunt of satisfaction, pistoning in and out, thrusting hard and deep and fast. Sophie was frantic in her need of him, another orgasm building, helped by the fact that she was restrained and could do nothing other than lay there and take it.
And when they were through, Jack released her, rubbed her wrists and ankles, and kissed her. "See," he said, "that stopped you jumping about all over the place, didn't it?"
"Oh it surely did, and I loved it. I love you too."
"Ditto." He kissed her and held her, smoothing ad stroking her long silky hair. "I think we'll forget the bedtime story for tonight, princess."
He got no response. Sophie was fast asleep.
---oOo---
Sophie was so excited she was counting down the days, marking each one off on the calendar. She packed not one but three massive suitcases, the third containing a heap of stuffed cuddly toys. Jack rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"One large case is all you need. And you can take one snuggly toy. We're going for two weeks not two years! And there's a washing machine and a dryer, not to mention an iron and an ironing board. Be a good girl now. One case only, and I mean it!"
"Yes Daddy." Sophie sighed and did as she was told. She knew by now that Jack was dominant but not domineering; he was controlling to an extent for sure, but he was also kind and loving, empathetic and understanding of her needs.
"And just because we'll be away from home doesn't mean you can go to bed late, young lady."
"Not even once?" She pouted prettily.
"Not even once. Now - off you go and do the dishes. I shall do kitchen inspection in thirty minutes, so make sure everything is clean and tidy. If it is, we'll do a jigsaw together - or maybe you'd like a nice smacked bottom instead, little girl?"
"Both!" Sophie's eyes sparkled. Jigsaws and spanking, what could be nicer? Just the sex afterwards.
They did all three, and after her bath, in spite of her excitement that they were going to Scotland in the morning, Sophie fell asleep while Jack was reading her a bedtime story.
---oOo---
Jack woke her at 6am. Sophie blinked, groaned, and snuggled back down under the duvet.
"Come on, princess. Up you get. Breakfast's ready." Jack pulled back the duvet.
"But I'm still sleepy," mumbled Sophie. And then she remembered. "Oh! It's today! It's Saturday! And we're off to Loch.. Lochig..."
"Lochgilphead. Into the bathroom with you while I get your clothes ready."
Sophie scuttled off, washed her hands and face and began brushing her teeth furiously. By the time she returned to the bedroom, Jack had her clothes organised.
"Arms up," he said, pulling off her nightshirt. "Here we go. It's blue for you today."
Sophie dressed quickly in pale blue jeans that ended mid-calf, and a sweet top in the same colour, over which went a dark blue cardigan decorated with lots of little white pom-poms.
"Oh, I love my pom-pom cardigan."
"Yes, it's very cute. Give me your foot." Jack slipped on a little white sock and a low heeled white pump. "Now the other foot. Good, that's it. We'll do your hair when we've had breakfast."
The tantalising smell of grilled bacon wafted up the stairs. Jack made them bacon rolls with slices of grilled tomato, and lashings of tomato ketchup, just the way Sophie liked it.
"Oh this is so good," said Sophie with her mouth full. "Can I have some coffee please?"
"No not this morning. It will make you too hyper. You can have a glass of fresh orange instead." Jack poured from the carton. "There we go. Drink up."
Sophie chattered constantly during breakfast, and fidgeted while Jack brushed her hair and put it into two pigtails.
"Maybe I should get you one of those tartan berets," Jack said with a grin.
"Maybe I should get you a kilt," said Sophie.
"No need. I have one."
"What? You do? Really?"
"Yes, really. In fact - I have the full Highland dress if you must know."
"Wow! Can I see it?"
"Sure you can. When we get there."
"Will you wear it?"
"Hmnn, probably not. It's only for special occasions."
"Awww - I'd really like to see my Daddy in a kilt! Do you have a sporran too?" she asked, darting a lewd look at his groin.
"Behave yourself," he admonished, though his green eyes twinkled. "There'll be plenty of time for that later."
---oOo---
The six hour drive dragged interminably, particularly with Sophie asking "Are we nearly there?" every twenty minutes or so. After 2 hours they stopped for a drink, and then had to stop again 30 minutes later as Sophie decided she needed to pee again.
She spent a short while leafing through a book, then put on her earphones and listened to some music on her iPod, but became bored with it pretty quickly. There following more fidgeting.
"Oh I wish we were there!" she declared. "Are we nearly there? How much longer?"
"We're just over half way, so I reckon we'll be there in under three hours, but longer if we stop for lunch."
"Let's skip lunch. There's a bag of apples on the back seat. We can have apples for lunch." She reached for the bag and handed one to Jack.
He shook his head. "Not just yet, princess, but you eat if you're hungry."
Sophie wasn't really hungry, just bored with the long journey. She selected an apple anyway and bit into it, chomping her way through as Jack began to tell her more about where they were going.
Lochgilphead is situated at the apex of a short loch called Loch Gilp, an offshoot on the western shore of the much larger Loch Fyne. Scotland is full of lochs. Do you like fishing?"
"I've never been fishing - except for little crabs from rock pools - but I'm sure I'd like it."
"Then maybe we'll do some fishing. There's plenty of fishing tackle up at the castle, and we can buy live bait from the village."
"Eww ... maggoty things?" Jack nodded and laughed. "I'll leave that side of it to you then, and I'll just reel in the big fish," she said.
"You might catch us a salmon for dinner. Anyway, Lochgilphead was created way back in 1790 following completion of a road from Inveraray to Campbeltown and the town began to grow in importance following the opening of the nearby Crinan Canal, which provided a considerable short cut across the Kintyre peninsula. It's quite small, with around 2,500 people living there."
Sophie blinked. "That's tiny."
"Small is beautiful," Jack said, giving her a meaningful look that made her blush in delight.
"Does anyone look after the place when you're not there?"
"Yes. I have an arrangement with the Cruickshanks, a local family. Archie and his wife Mary clean the place once a month, and always go over before the arrival of any guests to make sure there's clean fresh linen and towels and everything is as it should be."
"Cruickshank. That's a funny name!"
"Ah yes. It derives from a Scottish nickname meaning 'bent legs'."
Sophie giggled at this. "And do Archie and Mary have bent legs?"
"Now that you mention it, Archie's are a bit bandy and he has very knobbly knees. But if you ever meet him, don't you dare tell him I said that!"
"I won't. I promise. Am I likely to meet them?"
"You might, yes. And of course, you'll also meet my mother."
"Oh! Does she know about me?"
"Yes. I've spoken to her about you over the phone, singing your praises. And in case you're wondering, I've warned her that you're a good bit younger than me."
"Did that bother her?"
"Not in the least. She's very ... direct, is my mother. She's one of those people that will say exactly what they think."
"Well I prefer that to someone thinking one thing but saying another."
"True. But Mother isn't known for tact." Jack winced, then laughed. "I once took a lady friend up there several years ago. Shall I tell you the first thing my mother said to her?"
"Yeah. Go on. What was it?"
"Och, lassie, that's a fine big nose you've got stuck on your wee face and no mistake. And are they false lashes you're wearing, or a pair of caterpillars?"
"No! She never said that, did she?" Sophie giggled.
"Yes she did. That's what she's like." Jack shook his head ruefully. "She's terrible at times, but she has a wickedly dry sense of humour too. I think you'll like her."
"But will she like me?" wondered Sophie.
"Of course she will. You're clever and pretty - with a modestly sized nose and no false eyelashes."
"What do I call her?"
"Address her as Mrs Drummond initially, but I expect she'll tell you to call her Shona."
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sp; They chatted a little while longer as Sophie tucked in to her second apple, and then her eyelids began to droop and the lull of the travelling car hummed in her ears like a lullaby as it ate up the miles.
---oOo---
She awoke just as Jack was driving through the castle grounds. Stretching, she looked around. "Are we nearly there?"
"Yes! Welcome to Kilchurny." He steered the car round a little bend and past a copse of trees, and there ahead stood the castle, tall and proud and beautiful with mellow old stone, turrets and little gleaming windows.
"Ohhhh! It's exactly like the picture in your room. No - it's better! Isn't it fabulous!"
"Well I like it." Jack smiled and pulled up, switching off the engine. "And I for one am anxious to stretch my legs." He opened the driver's door.
"Me too! Don't forget about me!" Sophie flung open her door and jumped out.
"As if I could ever forget you, princess." Jack took her hand. "Come on. I'll unlock first. We can bring in the luggage later."
Sophie was enchanted, and skipped from room to room, eager to explore everything. The entrance hall was spacious, with a cupboard for coats and shoes. The kitchen was long and narrow, fitted out with all mod cons, yet still retaining the feel of a castle with its high ceiling and tiny windows, and an expanse of stone wall above the tiled area over the work surfaces and fitted units. It led through to a much smaller room which was used for housing the generator and stacking huge logs. There was a big lounge with an enormous fireplace, and two wrought iron log baskets set either side of the hearth. Seating was plentiful - two wide three-seater leather sofas and two high-backed fireside chairs, also in leather. One wall had bookshelves, the others were hung with paintings and a couple of big gilt-framed mirrors. Next to the lounge was a smaller room which housed a large mahogany oblong table with twelve matching chairs. On the table's polished surface gleamed three silver candelabras. A mahogany sideboard was placed against one wall, and the wall opposite had a fireplace.
"Wow! You could have banquets in here!" said Sophie. "This is amazing. I bet it gets cold in the winter."
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