by Maggie Ryan
“Relax, Elena, this is not going to hurt a bit and clenching is not going to keep me from taking your temperature.”
She felt her buttocks being parted by his fingers and then flinched and gasped as something cold was smeared over her opening. “That’s freezing!”
“No, it might feel a little cool, but it’s not that cold. It will warm up in just a second,” he said a moment before she felt the thermometer begin to make its way inside her. Her whimper was ignored and he didn’t stop inserting the glass tube.
“How… how long?”
“About five minutes. Longer if you keep wiggling. It needs time to take a proper reading.”
Five minutes felt like a lifetime to Elena, but at least he softly stroked her bottom as they waited. She felt it being slid out and found herself hoping that she was running a tiny bit of fever. If she was, then she wouldn’t have to feel the plug taking the tube’s place.
“Good, no fever,” her daddy said, dashing that brief hope.
She felt a much larger dollop of the slick lube being applied between her cleft and then felt a pressure against her muscle and tightened her cheeks.
“It’s just my finger. You’ve had it up your bottom before. I’m going to push some lubricant inside to help the plug enter easily. Now, relax and let me in.”
Yes, she’d had his finger inside and though she would never admit it, and though it was embarrassing to think about, it had made her feel good and her pussy spasm. But, for some reason, this felt different. Despite her mixed feelings, she couldn’t contain a moan when his finger began to rotate inside her then thrust in and out. She could feel her face heat and her clit swell. When it disappeared, she felt empty and then squealed when she felt more pressure.
“Daddy!”
“It’s okay, sweetie. I’m using two fingers to stretch your muscle a bit before I plug you.”
“But it hurts!”
“Does it really, or is it just a little uncomfortable?”
“Uncomfortable but it’s… it’s…” He’d just stated she shouldn’t be embarrassed and she just sighed loudly and said, “I still don’t like it.”
“Believe me, you will appreciate a little preparation before you take the plug as it’s a little larger.”
She doubted she’d appreciate a thing about this, but before she could protest, her bottom was full of two fingers. Clutching the quilt, she waited for the pain. Instead, she felt a dribble of her cream slip from her pussy. Her own body was betraying her! If that wasn’t bad enough, her daddy’s chuckle told her that he was well aware of that fact. He continued to rotate his fingers, scissoring them until she couldn’t contain a soft squeal at the slight discomfort.
“You’re doing very well, sweetie,” he said, his fingers retreating and then popping from her. “No, don’t tense up. Your sweet little flower is relaxed now and ready to take your plug.”
“Oh, Daddy,” she moaned, burying her face in her hands.
The plug might not have been that much larger than his two fingers, but it felt like he was attempting to shove one of the logs he used for firewood up her ass. And one that he’d not yet cleaved in two.
“Daddy! I can’t. It’s too big!”
“Elena, I assure you that you not only can, but you will. Do you remember what I said about why it’s necessary to train your bottom hole?”
“You… you can’t! You’ll never fit!”
“I will not only fit, but once your bottom has swallowed every inch of my cock, I promise, you’ll enjoy it. Stop trying to keep your plug out. Loosen your cheeks and push back. It will help your sphincter—”
“Daddy! Don’t say that word!”
He chuckled. “All right, baby girl. Just push back now.”
She managed to obey and after a few moments of pressure, she gave a squeal as the widest part slipped home.
“That’s my good girl,” he said, tugging on the plug as if assuring it would stay. Evidently satisfied as he released it, she felt him pat her bottom. She remained still, trying to decide how she felt. He gave her a moment and then lifted her off his lap to stand before him, reaching to pull her panties up and her sweater off. Standing in her camisole and panties, she shifted from foot to foot and felt the plug moving inside her.
“What… what if it falls out?”
“It won’t. It’s nicely seated,” he said, helping her into her footed pajamas. “And, do I need to tell you what will happen if you attempt to remove it?”
“No, Daddy,” she said, having a very good idea that she’d receive a sound spanking if she tried.
“All right. Pick out a book for me to read you while I take care of the thermometer.” He bent to kiss the top of her head and left her room.
Elena took small, hesitant steps toward the bookshelf and was both surprised and pleased when the plug not only stayed in place, but the movement didn’t cause her any real discomfort. By the time her daddy returned, she was kneeling up on the window seat, staring out at the snow, but not really seeing it. Instead she was thinking about how much her life had changed in just two days.
“I love you,” he said, moving behind her and wrapping his arms around her.
“I love you too, Daddy.”
He carried her to the rocker and after reading her the little golden book, The Poky Little Puppy, he tucked her into her bed. “Sweet dreams, little one.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“For what, baby?”
She looked up at him, reaching out the hand that wasn’t clutching her unicorn to cup his cheek. “For everything.”
“You’re welcome, Elena.” He took her hand, kissing her palm before stepping away.
Chapter Ten
Liam put a roast and vegetables in the oven while Elena napped. He’d not been surprised at her balking a bit with his attention to her bottom. She was a passionate woman but had always been a bit modest about her body. Why she didn’t see that she was beautiful wasn’t a question; he knew the answer lay in her childhood. Her insecurities came from being made to feel inadequate by her family. They considered themselves successful. He considered them pompous assholes. He knew Elena was not only a far nicer person than any of her family, she was as far from arrogant as one could get. She felt everything so deeply and would rather walk barefoot across broken glass than hurt anyone. When she’d run, it hadn’t been to hurt him, it was because she’d believed that by staying, he would be unhappy.
She couldn’t have been more wrong. He’d spend the rest of his life showing her that she was the only one for him. His love was perfect just the way she was—well, he still needed to add a bit more meat to her bones.
That thought had him making up a recipe of bread to put in the machine. Elena loved homemade bread and a few pieces slathered with butter and jam would help with his goal of fattening her up. He turned on the machine while smiling, remembering her quip about how he’d gotten roasting and fattening backwards. She had a sense of humor that often caught him by surprise and that was another thing about her he cherished.
He read for a while as the aroma of dinner began to fill the cabin. After a couple of hours, he returned to her room to find her just awakening. Her hair was tousled and she looked absolutely adorable as she rubbed her eyes.
“Hi, baby girl. Sleep well?”
“Yes, but I am still surprised I actually did. It feels rather lazy to sleep away half the day.”
He chuckled and sat down on the bed, placing the box and jar he’d brought with him on the bed. “You need the sleep.”
She crawled from beneath the quilt and onto his lap. After giving her a hug and a kiss, he asked, “Do you need to go potty before I put the next plug in?”
“What!”
“I’ll be moving you up in size until your flower becomes accustomed to opening.” When she attempted to pull away, he shook his head and tightened his hold. “Elena, you are going to have your pucker trained. It’s up to you how difficult yo
u want to make it. Now, do you need to use the potty?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” he asked sternly.
“I need to pee!”
Liam sighed. “Okay, if that’s the way you want it.” Her small size made it easy to flip her over.
“No, Daddy!” she cried, putting her hands back and attempting to cover her bottom.
“Yes, Elena,” he said, easily pinning both of her wrists with one of his hands while unbuttoning the drop seat. Pulling her panties down, he swatted her bottom. “You chose to be snotty and disrespectful, which means you also chose to get your little tushie spanked.” That said, he peppered her cheeks with sharp smacks until she was squirming and promising better behavior. “I’ll turn this bottom cherry red every day if that’s what it takes to teach you that being naughty is not a good choice.”
“I’m sorry!”
“Then stop squirming and kicking and accept your spanking.” When she stilled, he gave her a half dozen more smacks before resting his palm on her pinkened flesh. “Let’s try again. Do you need to go potty before Daddy replugs you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“All right. Relax while I remove your plug.” She didn’t exactly relax, and whimpered when he began to tug it from her. He knew that removing it caused her little flower to have to stretch just as much as had been required when he’d inserted it. “Baby, if you’d unclench, it wouldn’t be as uncomfortable.”
Once it was freed, he set her on her feet and took her hand, not bothering to close her drop seat. Perhaps walking down the hall and feeling the fabric flap against her thighs would remind her that her daddy was serious about his duties.
After she’d pottied, stating she was done, he asked, “When was the last time you had to poo?”
“Daddy!”
“It’s a natural function, Elena. Everyone does it.”
“That doesn’t mean you have to talk about it!”
“Answer the question, please.”
Her face was red but she shrugged and said, “I don’t know, why?”
“Because it’s important that you are regular. If you don’t poo today, I’ll have to take some measures to make sure you aren’t constipated.”
“What sort of measures?” she asked, her voice wary.
“Let’s not worry about that now,” he said. “Go ahead and wash your hands and let’s get you replugged and changed.”
She dragged it out as long as possible, scrubbing her hands repeatedly until he reached over and turned off the faucet. Ignoring her dramatic sigh as she dried them, he led her back to her room.
“How… how long do I have to do this?” she asked as he undressed her.
“As long as Daddy thinks it’s necessary,” he said, lifting her naked body and settling her across his knees. She immediately tensed her buttocks.
“Elena, you’ve already received two spankings today. Another will have you spending a half hour on your little stool after I’ve whipped your bottom and your making a penance that you are not yet prepared to make.”
“I already made a penance.”
“Not this one,” he said, patting her bottom before drawing his finger down the cleft and pressing against her anus. “If you earn anything other than a hand spanking or a paddling, you’ll make your penance across a bolster with my cock pounding this little hole. And, I promise, while it will feel good when I make love to your bottom, you will not enjoy it when I fuck it for penance after a punishment.”
Her gasp told him she was shocked at his explanation but when she loosened her cheeks despite the fact that his finger was still against her opening, he knew she believed every word he said.
He applied a generous amount of lubricant, both outside her opening and deep inside her pucker before he coated the next size plug. “Show Daddy that you remember how to be his good girl. Loosen your cheeks and push back.”
Her face was once again buried in her hands, but she obeyed. Groans and gasps were expected as this was both new and still terribly embarrassing for her. Hell, he thought it might always be a bit embarrassing, but she’d discover that she’d enjoy being filled in this orifice as well.
Once the slightly larger plug was seated, he spent a few moments rotating it, pulling it slightly out and pushing it forward again until she was giving soft moans instead of groans. He could see her pussy glistening and decided to reward her for her obedience, reluctant as it had been.
“Open your legs, baby.”
Once her legs shifted apart, he slid his fingers along her slit. “You’re very wet, Elena. Your little clittie is swollen.”
She squirmed a little as he pulled the plug a bit but pushed her hips up. He smiled and continued to stroke her clit and gently play with the plug until she was mewling.
“You look so beautiful with your little bottom filled and your pussy glistening.” He watched her face flush from where her cheek was pressed to the mattress. “Do you want to come, Elena?”
“Oh, yes… yes, Daddy.”
“Then ask me to use your little plug to play in your bottom.” He stilled both the plug and his fingers in her pussy as he gave the order. When she wiggled as if trying to get his fingers to move again, he said, “Ask me, Elena.”
“I-I can’t.”
“Baby, you can. There is nothing to be embarrassed about. This is you and me, no one else. Ask me to play with your bottom, Elena.” When she didn’t, he sighed. But when he lifted his hand from where it was cupping her sex, she made him smile.
“Please… please pla-play with… with the plug.”
“No. Say ‘please use my plug to play in my bottom.’” He gave her one swipe of her clit with his fingertip to encourage her compliance.
“Please play with my plug in… in my bo… bottom.”
It wasn’t verbatim, but it served his purpose. “Good girl, I’m very proud of you, Elena.” He resumed his movements, sliding two fingers into her pussy, pressing his thumb against her clit and pulling and pushing her plug in and out of her bottom. It didn’t take a minute before she tensed and then arched and screamed out as she came hard. He felt her pussy gripping his fingers and watched her pucker clenching and unclenching around the toy in her ass. Her honey dripped over his hand and her shudders continued as he slowly continued to stroke until her contractions eased.
“That was beautiful,” he said, pressing the plug home. “Just lie there,” he instructed, lifting her off his lap to lie on top of the quilt. “I’ll be right back.”
He returned with a warm washcloth and cleaned her up before helping her to stand. Cupping her face with his palms, he kissed her deeply, loving the fact that she purred into his mouth, kissing him back for all she was worth. His cock throbbed but he could wait. He wanted her to understand that her body was capable of all sorts of sensations that would send her flying. She needed to learn that nothing he asked of her, nothing they did together was anything to be ashamed about. Pulling away, he kissed her forehead.
“Can we build Mr. Snowy a little girl of his own?” she asked as he pulled a fresh pair of panties from her drawer.
“It’s very cold out,” he said, looking toward the window.
“I know but she won’t have to be as big and will keep him from being all alone.”
He could hardly argue with that. “All right, but you are going to be bundled up really well.” By the time they went outside, she looked as if she’d gained at least ten pounds. However, all those layers didn’t keep her from her goal.
As she stood back after giving little Miss Snowy a face and smiled up at him, he knew he’d made the right decision despite the weather. “They’re perfect, Daddy, just like us.”
“They are,” he agreed, taking her mittened hand and squeezing it. She’d requested they build her close to her snow daddy and he’d placed her twig arm so that it appeared the two were holding hands. After snapping a photo of the two and then one of his precious girl kneeling between them, a hu
ge smile on her face, he took her back inside.
After removing the plug that she hadn’t made a single complaint against holding, he gave her a bath to warm her up. As she’d not yet moved her bowels, he decided not to replug her for the remainder of the day. Dinner was eaten while wearing a thick pair of tights beneath another pair of footed pajamas. Once he’d cleaned the kitchen, they snuggled on the couch beneath an afghan reading their books. When she coughed, he placed the back of his hand against her forehead.
“I’m fine, Daddy.”
“I hope so, but you’ve been chilled a couple of times today. I’ll take your temperature before bed just to make sure.”
“In my mouth?”
“No, Elena. I’ll always take your temperature anally.” He waited for her complaint, but she just blushed and sighed.
When she started yawning, he closed his book. “Time for a little one to go to bed.”
“But it’s early!”
“Not that early.” Putting his book aside, he tugged hers from her hands and marked her place with her bookmark, placing it atop his. “Go on and potty and brush your teeth while I lock up and stoke the fire. I don’t want it to be as cold tomorrow morning as it was when we woke up today.”
“You’re coming to bed too?”
“I thought I would, but if you’d rather—”
“No, I want you to come with me.”
“All right, then run upstairs and get ready for Daddy to take your temperature.”
“Okay, Daddy,” she said, pushing free of the afghan and hurrying up the stairs.
He grinned and followed her not too many minutes later. He was very pleasantly surprised to see her lying on her tummy, her unicorn in the crook of her arm. Sitting down beside her, he bent forward and kissed her cheek. “I’m proud of you, little one.”
She smiled but was quick to bury her face when he unbuttoned her flap and tugged down her tights and panties. When she didn’t protest as he slid the glass tube into her bottom, he was even prouder.
