“What’s wrong, Juliana?” Samantha asked.
“Nothing. I’m just a little sleepy,” I said, rubbing my eyes, trying to wake myself up.
“Me too. I’m used to getting my afternoon nap right about now,” she said, yawning as well.
“Nap? No, I don’t take those,” I hated naps. They took forever and who wanted to stop what they were doing in the middle of the day to sleep?
“You should. My daddy says they’ll make me grow up big and strong.”
“No, they won’t.”
“Yes, they will.”
“No, they won’t!”
“Yes, they will!” she shouted, then stood up and raced out of the living room. I didn’t know what she was up to and decided to ignore her. She was crazy if she thought nap times were a good thing. I settled back in to watch the end of Dora the Explorer.
Joey and I were still watching TV when Robert and Meghan came into the room.
“Joey, can I talk to you for a second?” Meghan asked.
He nodded and got up from the couch and walked over to her. They spoke in hushed tones for a minute and then left the living room.
“What’s going on?” I asked as Robert led me out of the living room and upstairs into his bedroom. I noticed that Jackson was leading Samantha into my nursery.
“It’s nap time, sweetie,” he said in a soft tone, closing his door behind us.
“No! Come on! I’m not even tired!” I whined. I really didn’t want to take a stupid nap.
“Samantha just came to me and told me you kept yawning while you, she, and Joey were watching TV. Do I have to remind you what happens to little girls who lie to their daddies?”
“But—” I began, but he cut me off.
“No buts. I want you to lie down on your tummy in bed,” he said, gesturing for me to climb in.
“No, Daddy! Please, I’m not tired!” I whined and stomped my foot.
He sighed and got up and left the room. Guess I won that round, I thought happily. My happiness, however, was short lived, as he came back into the room holding a few items. He shut the door and turned towards me. “Juliana, I want you to take off all of your clothes.”
“What?”
“Now, little girl.”
His tone told me there was not going to be a compromise on this. So as he sat down on the bed, I slowly began to undress. When I stood naked in front of him, he said, “On my lap now. You’re in need of a spanking.”
“Daddy!”
“Julianna,” Robert warned and pointed to his lap.
I sighed, knowing there was no use fighting him. If he said I was going to get a spanking, then I was going to—no ifs, ands, or buts about it. I laid myself over his lap, and thankfully he got right down to business.
Smack! “You. Will. Listen. To. Me.”
The spanks were rapid and hard and were undoubtedly leaving large red spots on my behind. I bit my lip so I wouldn’t cry. I have guests.
Smack! “You will take your nap.”
As much as I tried to hold it in, I couldn’t contain the tears that slid down my face. I hated being spanked, and I especially hated being spanked while knowing I had guests in the house who could probably hear everything that was going on.
Smack! “You will—not—stomp your foot at me.”
I couldn’t help the sob that escaped my lips. Those last few spanks hurt the most! I vowed then and there I would not stomp my foot at him if this was the reaction it got. As I silently sobbed, he rubbed his hand over my butt, increasing my embarrassment.
After a few minutes, I was ready to get up, but when I tried, he pushed me back down. “There is one last part to your punishment. I’m going to make you wear a butt plug for your nap and for the rest of the time our guests are here. I’m hoping that it teaches you to always listen to your daddy. If you take it out, you’ll be over my knee again. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
Another wave of embarrassment rolled over me as his lubed finger entered my bottom hole. He added a couple more before pulling them out and the unmistakable feel of the rubber butt plug was at my bottom hole.
I couldn’t help the whine that escaped my lips as he gently pushed it in me.
“Relax, baby girl. You’re okay. This is the widest part,” he said as I whined again, my bottom hole stretching to accommodate the plug.
“There you go. Now let’s get you dressed. Then it’s nap time,” he said, as my bottom clenched around the invader. I didn’t like having the plug in me, but I knew my daddy wouldn’t take it out, no matter what I said.
I nodded. After all the crying and squirming, I was exhausted. He helped me get my clothes on. It was uncomfortable because every time that I moved, the plug shifted in my bottom, making me very aware of it.
After a few more attempts, I was dressed and was tucked into bed.
“Sweet dreams, baby girl.” He left the room and I was soon sound asleep.
Chapter Nineteen
I gently closed the door to my bedroom and headed back into the kitchen. Meghan and Jackson were sitting around the kitchen table and I sat in the chair I’d vacated earlier.
“Juliana asleep?” Jackson asked.
“Yes, but I have to warn you, I think she is very angry at Samantha. She knows she was the one who told us she thought Juliana needed a nap. Juliana fought so hard to not take a nap that I had to spank her and as a reminder for her to be good, I gave her a butt plug.”
“She fell asleep plugged? Wow, she must have been exhausted,” Meghan said.
“She was. I don’t like having to spank her, but when she’s misbehaving, I have to.”
“I know how you feel. I hate having to spank Samantha, but when she’s doing something harmful to herself or not following the rules, I have to.”
“Yeah. Do you guys think that the plug was too much?” I asked, nervous they would say yes.
“I don’t think so. I have one for Joey I use when he’s really bad. The plug reminds him all day about what he did wrong.”
“Yeah, and then if you guys have sex, pull the plug out as she’s coming. It’ll make her come harder than she ever has before,” Jackson added with a grin.
“I’ll keep that in mind. Just make sure that Samantha knows to watch out for her. I don’t want Juliana to take her anger out on Samantha.”
“I know and Samantha knows that too. Samantha told me she kept seeing Juliana yawn and she figured that if she took a nap too, Juliana wouldn’t mind taking one either.”
“That should help, and Juliana should get over it. She likes Samantha too much.” I turned towards Meghan and asked, “Where’s Joey? Is he napping too?”
She looked towards the living room. “No. He’s just watching some TV. He might doze off, but he really isn’t a big nap person. He normally only takes a nap when he’s sick, acting younger, or really grumpy. Then I have to make sure I have a bottle of milk, his pacifier, and blankee ready for him.”
“How old does he act when he’s in his little mindset?” I asked.
“For the most part around eight. But there are times when he acts a tad younger, like three. It just depends on how he’s feeling. I sometimes like him to act younger. I like the extra snuggle time with him. How about Juliana?”
“She likes to act around six years old, which is fine by me. Boyle liked to treat her as a one year old to humiliate her more, so I don’t know if I’d ever treat her that young. We talked about it, and she made it pretty clear that she’d never want to act younger than three.”
“That’s a shame. Samantha likes to act like she’s four most of the time, but maybe once a month or so she’ll let me treat her as a one year old. That’s my favorite time with her. I get to give her lots of cuddles and take care of my baby girl’s every need.”
“I’m sure that she’s also easier to keep out of trouble when she acts that young too. Sometimes I wished that Joey acted that young because there are some Saturdays where his bottom is so red, it glows as vibrant as a
ruby.”
Everyone at the table chuckled at that.
“Maybe one day Juliana will let me treat her that young after she trusts me more. I think the only thing she’d mind is if I tried to make her wear a diaper.”
“That’s okay. You can do everything else for her except that. It took Samantha a while to get used to wearing and using a diaper when I started treating her like a one year old. Just make sure to talk to her about it. Otherwise, you never know what evil schemes she’ll come up with to get you back.” Jackson chuckled.
“These littles of ours, they keep us on our toes.”
“Yes, they do. Just last week…” Jackson began.
* * *
“Are you awake?” A soft voice whispered in my dream. I ignored it and continued to play with the bunny rabbits I was chasing around in the open field.
“Juliana? You gotta wakes up.” That same voice said again, and this time someone pushed me a little.
I fought to stay asleep, wanting to hang onto my dream as long as I possibly could.
“Juliana! Come on! You gots to get up!” The voice persisted and someone shoved me again.
“What?” I groaned, opening up my eyes and coming face-to-face with Samantha.
“Good, you’re up. Do you wants to play now?” she asked, popping her right thumb into her mouth and beginning to suck on it.
“Play?” I repeated. My brain was not fully awake yet as I tried to understand what she was talking about. I shifted on the bed and my attention went straight to my plugged bottom.
“Yeah. My daddy said that after my nap we could play,” she said, taking my hand and pulling me out of the bed and into my nursery.
I was still confused about what she wanted to do when she pulled out a few dolls from the toy chest. Then everything finally clicked as she looked up at me.
“Oh! You want to play… like with toys.”
She nodded rapidly and then looked down at the dolls again.
“Okay. But I’m still mad at you for telling my daddy I was tired. Did you know that he gave me a spanking and he put a plug in my bottom hole?” I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Sorry. You were tired though! Besides the plug might feel uncomfortable now, but trust me, if he takes it out like how Jackson does, you’ll be thanking me.”
“You’re insane. The next thing that you’re going to tell me is that a spanking can feel good.”
“Sometimes spankings do feel good! If it isn’t a punishment spanking, it’ll have you coming in minutes!”
“No, it won’t. All spankings hurt!” I argued. There was no way I could picture Robert smacking my bottom and having that cause me to be aroused.
“Juliana, trust me, some spankings do feel good and when Robert takes out your butt plug, you’ll be screaming in ecstasy,” she said, with a lustful look as if she was remembering some very fond times. She snapped out of it and said, “I’m sorry again. But I thought it was what was bestest for you.”
I sighed. I couldn’t be mad at my bestest friend for long. “Fine. Don’t do it again.”
“Okay. Let’s play now.”
“We can have a tea party with all of my dollies… if you want,” I offered.
A smile spread across her face as she nodded and sank down on the ground next to me.
* * *
Samantha and I played with our dolls for the rest of the afternoon. We even got Joey to play with us, though he mostly just sat and watched. I think he didn’t want to play with us because he thought we had cooties. The butt plug didn’t hurt to wear; it just kept my mind constantly zeroed in on that part of my body.
We were so immersed in our play that none of us heard the adults come up.
“Samantha, sweetie, it’s time to go,” Jackson said.
“Same thing for us, Joey,” Meghan added.
“Five more minutes, Daddy! We’re serving tea to the queen of England!” Samantha said, pouring some more tea into the queen’s cup.
“Samantha, now. Unless you want me to spank your bottom. Help Juliana clean up her toys first.”
We both sighed as we began to clean up. Since there were so many people helping clean up, we had it finished quickly. Robert and I walked everyone to the front door, and we all said our good byes. Then it was just Robert and me once again.
“That was a lot of fun. I’m glad you invited them over,” I said, wrapping my arms around him.
“It was. We’ll have to do this more often.”
“Definitely,” I said, right before I leaned in and kissed him. Now that all the guests were gone, I had to get this plug out of my bottom. It was driving me insane.
He broke the kiss and asked, “Is there something you want?”
“Yes. I need you to take it out.”
“Take what out?” he asked, pretending like he had no clue what I was talking about.
I sighed, knowing he was going to make this harder on me than I thought. “Can you please take the butt plug out of my bottom?”
“Well, since you asked so nicely.”
To my surprise, he swooped me up into his arms and carried me into his bedroom. He placed me down on the bed and followed right behind me. His weight surrounded me, making me feel safe.
“Now, let’s see about getting that plug out,” he said, kissing along my collarbone.
“It’s in my bottom, not my collarbone,” I panted.
“I know,” he said, lifting his head up, a smirk on his face. “I just thought we’d get it out the fun way.” With that, he went back to kissing me, his right hand snaking itself under my shirt and pushing my bra away as he began playing with my right breast.
“Ahhh!”
He twisted my nipple hard. It hurt for a second, but then I felt it go straight to my core and I wanted more. I ground my pelvis against his hard shaft, silently begging him to take me.
Instead, the jackass said, “You’re always so impatient. Why can’t you just sit back and enjoy the ride?”
“I want to come! Ah!” I screamed, as he twisted my other nipple, sending another zap of pain straight to my core.
“All in good time, baby,” he said, right before he began kissing me. His tongue plundered my mouth, sending shivers through my body. After what felt like forever, he finally pulled my t-shirt and bra off, revealing two very swollen breasts. This was great, except that he moved my shirt so it was over my eyes and made it impossible for me to move my raised arms to touch him.
“Robert!” I cried out, trying to free my arms with no success.
“Beautiful,” he whispered ignoring my cries as he trailed a line from my mouth to my breasts. He spent a good time sucking and kissing each nipple, until I was begging him to take me.
“Reach out and touch the headboard. Whatever you do, do not let go until I say so.”
I nodded, doing as I was told. Once I was touching the headboard, he took his time, unzipping my jeans, pulling them off, and shortly my panties followed. When cool air touched my swollen clit, I moaned.
Finally, I thought. He trailed a line of kisses past my curls and right to my pussy.
My clit was so sensitive that one lick of his tongue made my entire body shake, but I was proud to say I continued to touch the headboard.
My initial reaction must have egged him on because he settled between my thighs and began kissing, licking, and sucking on my clit until I couldn’t take it anymore and an orgasm washed over me.
I was still experiencing mini-orgasms as the shirt that had been blinding me was removed.
I heard the opening of a condom, and a few seconds later, Robert pushed into me. “Oh my gosh!” I cried out as my pussy clenched onto his hard shaft.
“Ohh…” he moaned.
“Do you like that?” I teased, clenching my pelvic muscles on his hard shaft again.
“Tease,” he grinned, before pulling out and plunging back into my heated core.
I gasped at the delicious feelings that it sent throughout my entire body.
/> “Easy, baby. Just relax and feel,” he whispered in my ear, right before he started pumping in and out of me. My body met him thrust for thrust. Just like that, my body was building towards a second orgasm.
“Come!” he told me, and I was once again thrown over the cliff into the impending orgasm. Robert kept pumping into me, until with one last thrust he burrowed himself deep in me and climaxed.
I was coming down from the orgasm when he reached behind and turned the plug inside of me.
“Ahhh!” I cried out. It was too much. Robert placed one of his fingers on my clit and began to rub as he twisted and pushed the butt plug in and out. I felt myself building towards a climax again, but it felt like it was going to be too big.
“Come!”
“I can’t!” I cried as every muscle in my body tensed up.
“Yes, you can! Come now!” he commanded and my earth shattered as I came. My voice was hoarse as I screamed with my release. Black little dots were in the corners of my vision as I continued to orgasm, until he finally pulled the plug out of me and stopped rubbing circles on my clit.
I felt weightless, like I was floating. As if far away through a fog, I saw Robert leaning over me. His lips were moving, but I couldn’t hear him. I smiled instead, wanting to tell him that he was the best boyfriend ever.
He disappeared and I closed my eyes. My eyelids were too heavy to keep open right now. When I did open them again, I noticed that he was still naked and he was carrying me. Why? I wondered, but quickly got my answer.
He stepped into a bathtub full of warm water and that felt pleasant against my skin. Feeling warm and knowing that Robert would keep me safe, I drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Twenty
I was at work, thinking about how tonight was going to go. I hoped that Robert liked what I got for him for Valentine’s Day. I had been thinking about what to get him all week, when it finally dawned on me, so I got him a really nice pen with his name inscribed on it. I remembered when I’d visited his office, he’d broken his pen. Then he told me he constantly broke his pens. So hopefully this pen would be able to withstand his strength.
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