by Maggie Ryan
“Good, no fever,” he said after reading the thermometer, using a washcloth to clean away the excess lubricant from her cleft. He removed her pajamas, leaving her in her camisole and panties. “Go jump into Daddy’s bed. Someone has earned herself a reward for being such a good girl.”
She was gone like a flash and he grinned. While he’d make sure she felt rewarded, he knew he’d be the real winner.
Though she started out in her undies, they were soon on the floor. Liam spent a long time caressing her, running his fingers over her skin as his lips followed, licking, kissing and nibbling her flesh. Her nipples received a lot of attention, his fingers plucking and rolling them until she was moaning, and lifting her breasts toward his mouth as he lowered his head. He suckled each one until her hips were rocking and she was mewling in need.
Shifting, he lay on his back and then pulled her on top of him, her head facing the foot of the bed, her sweet pussy positioned over his face. At the first lick of her tongue against his shaft, he groaned and pulled her hips down until he could bury his tongue inside her sheath. As she continued to lave his cock, taking long swipes up and down, he slipped a finger between her cheeks and when she took the head of his cock into her mouth, he pressed his finger into her ass. Instead of stiffening, she pressed back, and the vibration of her moan against his cock had him growing harder.
She came almost immediately but he wasn’t nearly satisfied.
“Come again, baby,” he instructed, tonguing along her slit, loving the taste of her honey. Her ministrations felt so incredible that he wanted to stretch out the moment.
Beginning again, he drove her to the precipice, her body vibrating, yet he felt she was trying to hold back, to keep from exploding as if wishing to prolong the moment as long as she could.
He groaned as she took more of him into her mouth, allowing him to slip into her throat. “God, that feels incredible. Your throat is so tight.”
She swallowed and that was his undoing. He could feel the contractions gripping his cock and he decided they would come together. Adding a second finger to her ass, he began to finger fuck her as he took long deep sucks of her clit, flicking his tongue against the little bud. She tensed and as she came and screamed as best she could with him buried so deep, he felt his seed roar up his shaft and shoot into her throat. As she drank him down, he returned the honor, sucking, licking, and swallowing the honey that poured from her pussy.
When she pulled away, gasping a bit even as she continued to give tiny licks of his cock as if determined not to miss a single drop, he slipped his fingers free and placed little kisses over her pussy, her clit, and her inner thighs, which were trembling. Lifting her free, he turned her around and pulled her up so that he could kiss her.
“That… that was amazing,” she murmured after he’d kissed her deeply.
“You are amazing,” he said, kissing the tip of her nose before tucking her in beside him. Exactly as had happened the night before, the love of his life, the other half of his soul was sound asleep before he’d managed to tuck the quilts around them.
* * *
The next morning, he woke to find himself alone in bed, but the flush of the toilet told him where she’d gone. Joining her in the bathroom, he asked, “Did you go poo?”
When her answer was negative, he knew he’d need to address that concern soon. After their shower, he led her into her room, the box containing the plugs in his free hand.
“How many of those do you have?” she asked, gesturing to the box.
“There are four in here, but I have more.” Sitting on the bed, he didn’t miss her sigh, but when she climbed over his lap, he didn’t chastise her.
“Why do you need more?”
“There are all sorts of different plugs, sweetie. These are for training, but I have others that will give you different sensations,” he explained as he lubricated her passage, taking a few minutes to scissor his fingers to encourage her muscle to loosen. “Relax and take a deep breath, sweetie. This one is a little larger than yesterday’s.”
She whimpered and squealed, but didn’t attempt to resist as he slowly seated the plug. After he wiped her free of lube and stood her up, she shuffled her feet a bit. “It feels a lot bigger.”
“It isn’t, and you’ll soon forget you’re holding it.”
She huffed, “I doubt that,” but at his look, she added, “Sorry, Daddy. It just feels really strange.”
“You’ll appreciate your training when it’s time for me to pop your anal cherry.”
“Daddy!” Her cheeks flamed as she stared up at him.
He chuckled. “Sorry, sweetie, but that’s exactly what I’m training you for.”
“You don’t have to talk about it. I’ll never be able to look at another cherry again!”
His laugh was louder and he pulled her to him, cupping her plugged bottom in his hands and kissing her. “It will be fun watching you eat your favorite fruit with your eyes closed.”
She giggled and by the time he had her dressed, she seemed to have forgotten about the plug she was holding.
* * *
After breakfast, they played a game of Monopoly. He won but she didn’t fuss. When she went into the bathroom to wash up for lunch, he asked if she’d gone potty.
“Daddy, I don’t ask about your bathroom activities!”
“That’s because you’re the little girl, not the daddy. So, I take your answer to be no?”
“No, I didn’t have to and it would be a little hard with my butt plugged!”
“Watch your tone, Elena.”
“Sorry, but it’s embarrassing.”
For lunch, he served large salads with grilled chicken strips, wanting to get as much roughage into her as possible. When he took her upstairs for her nap, he told her to lie on her tummy and wait for him.
“Why?”
“Because I instructed you to do so,” he said, tugging down her panties when she’d complied. “I’ll be right back.”
Returning, he eased the plug from her. “Do you need to go to the bathroom?”
“No, sir.”
“All right. I’m not going to plug you but I am going to insert a suppository. Hopefully that will help you. If not, we’ll move to the next step.”
“What’s that mean?”
“It means that Daddy will give you an enema.”
“No! Please! I don’t want an enema!”
“Baby, it’s important to get your body in balance. I’ve given you plenty of time to go on your own. It’s not something to feel ashamed about. It’s necessary for your health.”
She whimpered and it took a swat to her bottom for her to unclench her cheeks. He pushed a thick bullet into her, pressing in up inside with his finger. “I’m not sure how long it will take, but I’m putting you into regular pajamas to make it easier for you to go on your own.”
She didn’t speak, her face red, but she didn’t protest when he dressed her in a set of pink fleece pajamas and carried her to the rocking chair. He read her a story he was pretty sure she didn’t even hear as she didn’t relax, remaining stiff as if expecting to have to make a dash for the bathroom at any moment. Tucking her into bed, he kissed her. “Relax, sweetie. You’re not going to have an accident.”
“How do you know?”
“Because it’s a gentle laxative and your tummy will tell you in plenty of time to make it to the potty. Now, get some sleep. I’m going to chop some more wood since it’s stopped snowing. If you need me, come get me, all right?”
“Okay, Daddy.”
* * *
The sky was blue and cloudless as he dug out his chopping block and the logs waiting to be split that the snow had buried. After he’d worked a while, he paused and looked toward the road. He could hear the sound of engines and knew that the snowplows were at work. He paid extra for the privilege since his cabin was up on the mountain, but he considered it worthwhile. If it didn’t start to snow again, he’
d take Elena into town the next day. His Range Rover had four-wheel drive as well as snow chains.
The next time he paused, he heard a different sound. Looking up, he saw Elena at her window, tapping on the glass. It was a view he’d never tire of. He gave her a wave and decided they had enough wood for now. After stacking it inside, he removed his boots, setting them on the hearth before heading upstairs.
“Hi, baby girl,” he said, stepping into her room. “I take it you’re feeling better?”
“I didn’t feel bad to start with,” she said, “but I did go potty so you don’t have to ask me again.”
He didn’t appreciate the bit of snarkiness he heard in her voice, but understood she considered the entire topic embarrassing. “Okay, then go ahead and get back on the bed.”
“Why?”
A bit of snark was one thing, this was another. “Elena Michelle, I’m getting a little tired of you questioning me every time I instruct you to do something. I suggest you just say, ‘yes, Daddy,’ and do as you’ve been told.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said, climbing on her bed.
“Pull down your pants and panties,” he said, not because he didn’t enjoy doing so himself, but because he was determined to drive his point home. Once she’d bared her bottom, he opened the box and removed the last training plug. “Reach back and pull your cheeks apart.”
“Wh… yes, Daddy,” she said, catching herself.
“Good girl.”
Sitting down beside her, he discovered he loved the sight of her small hands holding her cheeks open, presenting her pucker to him. His cock twitched and he had to fight the desire to forgo the fourth plug and simply sink into her bottom. But this wasn’t the time or the place to do so.
“Keep them wide open while I lubricate you,” he instructed, pleased when she pulled them a bit further apart. He might not be ready to take her virginity, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t play a bit. For the first time, he didn’t stop at two fingers, slowing inserting a third despite her small yelp.
“Relax, Elena, you’re doing fine. This will help you accept the last plug.” It really was amazing to watch her little flower gradually acquiesce, stretching to accept his fingers and then the final plug.
He patted her bottom once it was seated. “Good girl. You’ve no idea how precious you look holding your little plug. I’m proud of you for minding Daddy.”
Chapter Eleven
Elena felt a little guilty, but the thought of being given an enema kept her quiet. She just couldn’t imagine the humiliation of Liam doing something so… so invasive. Besides, her daddy was excited about taking her into town and she would be the best little girl she could to make him proud of her for a real reason.
“You look so pretty, sweetie.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” she said, giving a little turn and watching the pleats of her pink skirt flare around her legs. “I love this outfit.” He’d put her into a pair of white tights and a white sweater that had thin pink ribbons woven through the knit with two small rosettes at the collar. With her Mary Janes on her feet and her arms slipping into her pink coat, she felt pretty. Instead of putting her hair into the pigtails she was becoming accustomed to, he’d brushed her hair until it shone and flowed down her back in soft waves. She slid her hands into the fur muff.
“Do you have our list?”
“Yes, sir.”
“All right, let’s go.”
The day had dawned clear, no sign of the snow returning anytime soon. She squealed when he picked her up before stepping off the porch. “I can walk, Daddy.”
“I know, and although it might have stopped snowing, it’s still deep. No need to get your feet wet when I love carrying you.”
Once in the car, she asked, “Are you sure it’s safe to drive?”
“Yes, the road was cleared yesterday and this vehicle is capable of handling almost any condition. Just relax and enjoy the view.”
Elena did just that and her voice was hushed when she pointed out the window. “Look, Daddy, deer!”
He slowed the car so they could watch the doe and her fawn for a few minutes. “I wonder where the daddy is?” she whispered.
“You don’t have to whisper, sweetie. The windows are closed. I’m sure he is somewhere near keeping watch for danger.”
“Do you think they can find enough food?”
“I’m pretty sure they’ll be fine, but we put feed corn on the list, remember?”
After a few minutes, he took his foot off the brake and she watched until the deer were gone from sight. She was pretty amazed at how soon they reached the main road but knew it took much longer to hike up the mountain on foot than it did to drive down it. Her tummy became a little nervous as they drove into the town she hadn’t been aware existed. A bit surprised at how large it was, considering she’d expected nothing more than maybe a gas station and supermarket, she turned to him as he pulled into a parking spot in front of what she assumed was some sort of clothing store as the window displayed coats.
“Wow, I didn’t expect this,” she said as he turned off the car.
He chuckled. “What were you expecting? A one-horse town?”
“Something like that,” she confessed. After he helped her out of the car, and took her hand, leading her toward the store, she said, “Is this where you bought my clothes?”
“No, I bought most of those in the city or online. But this is where I’m going to buy you a snowsuit.”
“I don’t need a snowsuit, and you’ve already bought me a lot of new clothes.”
“And I loved buying every piece. But, yes, you do need a snowsuit. As much as you love playing in the snow, a snowsuit will not only keep you a lot warmer, it will help protect your clothes.”
“Oh, well, we do need to hike around when we put out the food for the animals, and I’ll be dry when we have another snowball fight.”
He smiled and squeezed her hand, reaching over her head to push the door open. A little bell tinkled, announcing their entrance. Elena stood, her mouth open as she looked around. The store held more than clothing. It held a little bit of everything. “This reminds me of a general store, like Mr. Oleson’s in the Little House on the Prairie books.”
He chuckled again and when a woman approached them, welcoming them, he asked if they carried snowsuits. “We sure do,” she said. “Though, I’m not sure we have one in your size.”
“It’s not for me,” Liam said, “it’s for Elena.”
“Oh, then I’m sure we can find one to fit her though we might have to try the teen department. Come with me and I’ll show you what we have available.”
They followed her through the store toward the back. Elena smiled to see that the ‘teen department’ consisted of a portion of a shelf that held other piles and sizes as well. The clerk soon had an armful of different snowsuits. “This won’t be as pretty as that coat and muff, but they will keep you warm. The dressing room is right through those curtains. Do you need any help trying them on?”
“No, ma’am, but thank you,” Elena said, darting her eyes up to Liam.
“Call me if you need help. I’ll be right here.”
“Okay, thank you,” she said, grateful he didn’t intend on following her through the curtain, not sure how the clerk would perceive having a man and woman sharing a dressing room. The clerk introduced herself as Gloria Steadman and went with her, placing the suits onto a bench inside the small dressing room. “I picked a few different sizes but, if these are still too big, we can try some of those in our children’s section. You are quite petite.” She smiled and shook her head. “I wish I had your genes. I swear I came out of my mother’s womb with these huge hips.”
Elena smiled. “You are very pretty, Mrs. Steadman.”
“And you are a little liar, but thank you,” Gloria said with a laugh. “I’ll leave you to it. Call if you need help.”
“I will,” Elena said a little less enthusiastically, her guilt ret
urning at hearing the word ‘liar’ even though the woman had been teasing. The first two suits were far too large, but the third one seemed to fit. Unsure if it would still fit with clothes beneath it, she poked her head out of the curtain. “Dad… Liam?” she called, flushing a bit at her near mistake.
“I’m here, sweetie, need some help?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Are you dressed?”
“Yes.”
“Then come on out and let me see.” Stepping through the curtain, she saw him smile. “You look great. Is that the one you’ve picked?”
“I don’t know. I mean, it fits well, but I wasn’t sure about wearing a bunch of layers underneath like I did yesterday.”
Liam reached out and wrapped his hand around her upper arm, giving it a squeeze, then reached down and squeezed her thigh. She was about to ask what he was doing when he put his hands on her waist and gave a squeeze. Her slight flinch and gasp had him asking, “Are you all right?”
“Yes, but why are you patting me?”
He laughed and set her back a bit. “I’m just checking the fit. One of the benefits of a snowsuit is that you won’t have to wear several layers and I believe you have enough room to wear just leggings and a sweater underneath.” Tugging the hood up, he tightened it around her face and tied the cord into a bow. “I’d say this fits you perfectly. You look like little Miss Snowy, though you are pink and your nose isn’t near as long.”
She giggled and smiled as he bent to kiss the tip of her nose. After changing back into her clothes, she brought all of the suits out, having neatly refolded those she’d tried on.
“Why, aren’t you sweet! Most customers just leave the clothes they don’t want scattered on the floor. Thank you, Elena.”
“You’re welcome. Oh, the one on top is perfect.”
Liam had her try on some thicker gloves and added a few pair of knee socks to the pile Mrs. Steadman had started on the counter.
