Dylan’s fingers expertly pumped her asshole, while his thumb worked on her clit. “My God, girl. I’d say you enjoyed that.” He continued to stroke and pound into her until she moaned, wiggling her hips, trying to avoid his ministrations of her sensitive flesh.
She couldn’t even answer. Words formed in her head, but none was able to make their way to her mouth. Hell, she couldn’t even figure out how to open her eyes yet. While she slowly brought her breathing back under control, she opened her eyes, joining reality once more. Dylan washed her pussy and bottom again, she assumed to get the rest of the soap off of her. It felt beautiful, the cold cloth soothing her fevered skin. The water was turned on in the tub, and she assumed he was drawing a bath for her. She continued to stay bent over the counter while her body recovered, exhausted from the morning’s activities.
“C’mon, baby.” His large hand grasped her elbow, helping her to stand. It was then that she noticed that damnable rubber bottle with the nozzle again.
“Are you f—” She stopped herself, stuttering for a second, trying to find an appropriately pissed off replacement word. “I don’t want to.”
That was the extent of her show of resistance though. Swearing wouldn’t work, and would more than likely only increase her pain. Fighting wouldn’t change the end result, but when staring at the enemy — which in this case was a black rubber bottle holding her enema — turning into a whining child seemed like her only option.
“I didn’t ask you what you wanted.” He tossed her over his lap, her upper body supported by the bed. “Look at this poor backside. Such a naughty girl and you still can’t figure out how to behave.”
Chapter 14
Dylan shook his head. How in the world did someone have this many bruises and welts, and decide that being sassy was the best option? He knew that some of his friends didn’t like sassy women, but he loved her spark and fire. He enjoyed her little sarcastic quips and comments. Yes, some days it angered him, but most of the time, he delighted in her quick wit, their verbal sparring keeping him on his toes. And, of course, what he had a fondness for most, was that it gave him the opportunity to punish her, watching her ass turning red.
But today, he would just give her a light hand spanking. “Daddy told you he’d paddle you if you came. Did you come, Sassy?”
“Yes, Sir. Twice.”
“So, this isn’t a surprise then.” He lightly smacked her cheeks — left, right, center, thigh, thigh. Rinse and repeat. “You’ve sworn a couple of times, and were mouthy as hell too. You need to restrain yourself.” He accentuated each word with a slap.
“Oh, God. Not so hard!” Her hand reached back, but he tucked it to her side, continuing to pinken the area nicely.
Just as she began to cry, he stopped, massaging her warm bottom. “Did that reignite the fire, baby?”
“Yes, Daddy. It hurts.” She had turned her head to look at him, her long hair like a thin veil over her face, her lips pouting.
“Does it burn enough so that you’ll figure out how to behave for the rest of the morning or — wouldn’t this be amazing — the rest of the day?”
“I will.”
Dylan patted her hip. “Okay, get up.” He stood with her, walking to her nightstand, pulling out a pair of panties. “Put these on, please. Then I want you up on your knees and elbows on the bed. Knees near the edge of the mattress.”
Brittney scowled at him, but donned on her white, hipster panties, which highlighted the redness of her thighs. The fabric was so flimsy that the color of her bottom could clearly be seen through the thin cotton. She rubbed herself as she made her way to the bed, reluctantly assuming the prescribed position.
“I don’t like my a — my butt showing toward the window. What if some creeper has his binoculars out and is snooping on us?”
“Well, then I guess he gets to see your cute little asshole.” He laughed, watching her stiffen in response. “Girl, trust me, no one can see into this room. You’re fine. But I’ll close the blinds a bit if it makes you feel better.”
He tilted them so “some creeper” wouldn’t be able to see, chuckling out loud to himself.
Never a dull moment.
Picking up the towels he’d placed on the bench by the window along with the tubing and nozzle to the enema bag, he neatly put the large towel beside her, arranging the paraphernalia upon it.
“Let’s get these panties down. They are to stay right there. Dylan grasped the elastic, pulling them over her bottom so that they were inside out, holding them mid-thigh until her legs spread enough holding them stationary. “Don’t let them fall. They play an important role today.”
She looked over her shoulder, scowling at him.
He draped a cloth over the underwear spanning her spread legs, adding another on the mattress between her knees. “There. That should keep everything dry, especially if this red-bottomed girl minds direction. I swear if one drop gets onto the bed, you’ll be whipped with my belt, regardless of how many bruises you already have. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy. B-but what if it happens by mistake?” Her voice sounded small, worried.
He, of course, wouldn’t be able to carry through with such a harsh punishment, but he had no qualms about striking her with a belt lightly to prove his point. Keeping her on edge was more of a punishment than anything he would actually mete out.
“Mistake or not, Sassy, you’ll be belted. So, you’d better listen, and do as you’re told. You’re here because you chose to be impulsive and break rules. You will listen to rules or pay the consequences.” He ran his hand over her bottom, her hips jerking as if wary of what he might do to her backside.
“Jesus, your bottom is hot. It makes me want to fuck you from behind. I love sliding my cock up against a freshly scorched ass, and lucky for me, you seem to have one just about any day of the week.”
Sassy growled in her throat.
“What was that, sweetie? Did you say something?”
“N-no, Daddy. Nothing. Just clearing my throat.” At his glare, she swallowed hard.
Dylan worked some lube into her anus, but only used one finger. This time, the nozzle wasn’t that big. “Okay, bad girl. Let’s see if you can remember that holding something in is beneficial. It means you don’t get belted, you don’t make a mess, and you can prove to me that you know how to do something you thought was too difficult. Sound familiar?”
“Y-yes, Daddy. But I really don’t want to do this.”
Dylan hesitated. He didn’t wish to do something she was truly averse to, but that didn’t mean he intended to cave to any of her petulance either. “Do you think Daddy wanted you to react to his suggestions the way you did this morning? Did it require the anger and disrespect?”
She moaned into the bedspread. He had her. Her guilty conscience would help her admit that she deserved the discipline. “No, Daddy. I should have been nicer.”
“So, do you think you need a lesson in keeping things inside?”
“God... I hate it so much when you do this to me.” She bounced her forehead lightly on the bed.
“Hate what, baby?” This admission would be the clincher. The thing that sealed the deal, and he’d be able to move forward as planned.
“I hate when you make me say what I did wrong, and that I deserve whatever you decide on for my punishment,” her resigned voice breaking on the last word.
“Does that mean yes, girlie?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He nodded. It was done. “Stay still and open up when you feel the nozzle against your little pucker.” Picking up the thin plastic, he pressed it against the tight muscle, easing it gently into her. She pushed back as instructed, and he watched the tube glide in slowly until fully seated. “Okay, Sassy, I’m turning the spigot on.”
As he watched the water flow through the transparent tube, and it didn’t take long for her to begin moaning into her arms. He swore his cock was going to cut its way out of his pants. He was in such pain from watching her cute bum in
the air, accepting his punishment and clenching the hard, plastic nozzle.
“Now, we’ll talk. Your father will enjoy this club, and you’ll call him when we’re done, convincing him to come with Sunni. Besides, it’s time for him to come out and visit you here, instead of the other way around. I’m sure he’d love a vacation away from Wyoming once in a while.”
“Oh, Daddy!” She pulled her hips forward a bit, reacting to the insertion.
Dylan gripped the hose tightly, keeping it steady. “Uh uh, you’ll drip. Is that what you want to happen?” He eased the tube out, wrapping it into the bath towel to her side.
“N-no. But it hurts.” She panted a few breaths. “The cramps.”
He reached around, rubbing her lower belly, helping to ease some of the discomfort. “You can do this, baby. There’s nothing left in you at this point, this is just water. You got this.” Dylan turned the spigot again, letting more cold water rush into her. When it neared the end of the bottle, he shut it off, patting her hip. “You’ll be all set now, girl. Just hold this for five minutes and you’ll be done.”
“I can’t do that!”
“You will. I’m watching you. If it becomes an issue, I’ll reassess my time. Until then, you will handle this gracefully, I have no doubt.”
“Pfft!” With her head turned, he had no problem seeing the eye roll that accompanied the sound.
He slapped the outside of each thigh. “Attitude, Sassy. My god, you are the most strong-willed woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.” He shook his head. “Your poor father. We need to talk when I see him again.”
He knew that wasn’t something she even wanted to contemplate, but he needed a heart-to-heart with the man to find out what techniques he thought worked best with his daughter. She was a hard nut to crack.
He grabbed the towel draped over her stretched panties, dabbing it on her bottom, focusing a corner of it onto her anus. “Keep a tight hold on this. You shouldn’t have a problem keeping it from dribbling, but this is what the towel is for on your panties.”
She moaned again, obviously having a towel to catch the excess from her bowels was more than she wanted to think about.
“Are you aroused by all this attention, Sassy?”
She didn’t answer, probably thinking it was a rhetorical question.
“Brittney Leigh, what is the rule about questions?” He pinched her red left buttock.
“Ow!” She moved to avoid his hand, but the movement must have made her cramp. “Oh, no!” She paused, taking in a deep breath before answering, “I’m supposed to respond to all questions.”
“Answer then.”
“Yes, Daddy. I’m aroused.”
“Good girl.” He slid his finger into her sex, her drenched, dripping sex. “You weren’t lying. Holy shit.” Dylan pushed his finger further into her, pumping her sex while the other hand manipulated her clit. Having no doubt that the fullness of her bowels increased the arousal, an orgasm now would be similar to one with a full bladder — intense and earth-shattering. He continued to pump her, increasing the pace and strength of his pounding until her thighs started shaking.
“Daddy, what if I can’t... do this?”
“Let go, baby. Just go with it.” He eased the worry in her mind by pressing his thumb against the tight back whorl, easing the tip in just slightly, knowing that when she came, her anus would open, leaving her vulnerable to losing control of the water inside her. Just the very act of entering her pucker had her hips jerking, her orgasm overtaking her. She rose up onto her hands and threw her head back, growling deep in her throat, her neck and face flushing a deep pink with her climax. Her breasts wobbled and jostled with every quake, the pebbled nipples hard and irresistible. He stopped paying attention to her clitoris, pinching one of the steel tips between his thumb and forefinger, working it so intensely that she groaned with yet another release.
“Oh, God. I... is it... oh, God! Oh, God!”
She couldn’t form a coherent sentence, and he loved watching her fall apart, sensation seeming to overwhelm her. And Dylan knew that if he didn’t free his cock soon, he’d be looking at the worst case of blue balls he’d ever had.
“Sassy, I’m going to pull my thumb out of your little asshole. Hold this water in for me, and I’ll help you get to the bathroom. You did it, baby. It’s been seven minutes.”
One he’d extricated himself from her, he eased her off the bed and into the bathroom, as promised. “This time, call me to help you from the toilet.” He wagged his finger at her in warning.
Chapter 15
Sassy couldn’t believe that she had not just one orgasm but two while holding an enema. What the hell kind of freak was she? Didn’t most people hate enemas? Fuck, she thought she hated them too. No one could have convinced her that she’d find this arousing. At all. Ever.
Even now, she sat with her clit still throbbing, her feelings and sensations a confused mess. She didn’t want to upset her Daddy anymore that day, but she couldn’t bear to go through another enema or punishment. She just couldn’t.
“Daddy? I’m ready.” She patiently waited, finding it much easier to do so this time. He’d been right. It was just water, and while the cramping hadn’t seemed any less intense, the rest of the process thankfully had been.
“There’s my girl. How are you, baby?” He walked in as naked as the day he’d been born, his very erect and very hard cock bobbing as he moved. He smiled, helping her off the toilet, guiding her to the sink to wash her hands. He wiped her face with a cool cloth, refreshing her again.
Once back in the bedroom, he bent her over the bed, her heart leaping into her throat.
Oh, dear God, am I in trouble again?
She must have looked afraid, for he stroked her back. “No baby. You’re not in trouble, but I swear if I don’t get some relief, I think my cock is going to split in two.”
Sassy loved seeing Daddy like this, a little out of control, sexually aroused, and needy. She smirked at him, trying to roll over onto her back, urging him climb on top of her.
“Nuh uh. Not tonight. No kissing, no sweetness. I want it rough and hard. Your little asshole has been winking at me most of the morning. I’ve watched your puckered hole milk and suck on that nozzle, making me wish it was my cock instead. I’ve been smelling your musky arousal, watching your juices drip from your hot little cunt. So now — now that I have you clean and ready — I’m fucking your ass. And fucking it hard, girl.”
He flipped her onto her belly. The tube of lube snapping open was followed by the sticky sound of his hand coating his cock. Then his hot, hard penis pressed against her anus. He pushed insistently until the head popped in, Dylan sliding a hand under her, finding her clit with no difficulty, circling and teasing the bundle of nerves. She jammed her still sore bottom onto his cock, opening to receive him. He slid in quickly, the preparation of her channel earlier in the day easing his passage.
Dylan groaned when he pushed to the hilt, the force of the impact and the fullness making her grunt. She loved the feel of a cock, the ridges rubbing and sliding inside her, her juices letting down, the jerk and twitch of the firm, unyielding rod. She loved feeling it pound inside her, prodding, bouncing, the force expelling the air from her lungs. In that position, her clit rubbed on the cotton comforter, her mound rubbing on the hard edge.
“Oh, God, Brittney!”
His voice was strained, strangled, words uttered through gritted teeth. His groin slapped against her ass, her arousal climbing higher, the muscles in her stomach constricting with her release.
“I’m coming!” he shouted, straining and stilling inside her, his hot seed filling her. She pressed against the mattress, screaming with her own climax.
They both collapsed on the bed then, exhausted.
And it wasn’t even noon.
Chapter 16
It was three in the afternoon, and she couldn’t remember the last time she had slept until that late into the day. But having two enemas, a spanking,
and anal did that to a person. It felt like the lower half of her body had been through a war. She’d definitely been well-used.
She rolled over onto her belly, reaching for Daddy, only to find his spot empty for the second time that day. Brittney sat up, ready to leave the bed, when he entered, her cell phone in hand.
“Here. Call your father.”
She swallowed loudly, dreading how uncomfortable the conversation was likely to be.
“Hi, Daddy.” She looked over at Dylan. At times like this, their dynamic struck her as odd. She never envisioned being in a relationship where she called her boyfriend Daddy, but on most days, Brittney wouldn’t change it for anything in the world. Still, there were fleeting moments like this where she questioned why she had chosen such a dynamic.
She had a good relationship with her father — healthy, stable, and normal. Cade had always been affectionate, holding and cuddling her, affirming her and building her up. He’d also been a strict disciplinarian, taking the lead role in her punishments and groundings. Some had a theory that the people who loved age play and wanted a Daddy Dom were people who’d lacked a father as a child or in their formative years. But she was proof that not all theories were accurate. To this day, she looked forward to seeing her dad, wanting his approval for whatever she did. Hearing “good girl” from him meant more than any praise from a professor or employer. And she felt the same way with Dylan.
“How are you, Britt?”
“I’m doing good. That’s why I’m calling. Dylan and I were talking... and there’s a club out here called ...The Playpen. We were thinking that instead of us coming out to Wyoming for vacation, why don’t you and Sunni come out here, and we can visit The Playpen while you’re here?”
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