by COE 3. 1. 0
He pours me a glass of milk and raises it to my lips. My hands are still engaged in holding up my skirt.
“Drink, Gina. Milk is good for you. Builds your bones and teeth.”
I obediently swallow the milk. He upturns the glass so that the milk rushes into my mouth, faster than I can swallow it. He does this on purpose, I believe. The ice cold milk floods my upper lip and spills from the sides of my mouth, dripping onto the front of my nightgown and the tented fold of my raised skirt, and further down to the wooden flooring.
“My, my, what a bad girl you are to spill your milk.” His voice takes on a harder edge. Harder than any tone he has ever used on me.
A frisson of fear bubbles in me as I gaze upon his face. The planes of his handsome cheeks have lost their softness.
“You see the mess you made?” He suddenly grabs hold of my hair at the back of my head.
I cry out in more shock than pain.
“Kneel down and lick it all up from the floor. Keep your skirt up at all times.”
Trembling slightly, I fall to my knees. It’s a balancing act to bend my body over as well as to keep my dress up, so I settle for thrusting my ass out. My dress slides down my angled body, revealing my stomach and the undersides of my breasts. I lower my mouth to the little puddles of spilt milk, aware that a milk moustache decorates my upper lip. My pink tongue darts out to lick them.
As I lap at the milk, Russell goes behind me to inspect my ass. I feel his hard shoe wriggling in between my relatively closed thighs, nudging them apart.
“Keep your legs apart at all times, Gina.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I can feel the tip of his shoe honing in on my pussy. Its textured edge teases my soft lips, dragging them away from my sticky clit. I’m starting to get wet, and I’m certain that my creams are smearing the rough leather of his shoe. The thick material continues to graze my sensitive skin, bluntly stroking my clit.
I feel a hand upon my ass. It snakes all over my soft skin and pinches the plump flesh. A finger worms its way and burrows into my asshole.
My breathing quickens, as does the pulse at my throat.
When I have finished licking the milk off the floor, he taps my ass. “You’ll need a potty break now, Gina.”
“But – ”
The hand smacks me harshly on the rump. “No buts.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I get up, making sure that my dress is lifted high to reveal everything below my waist. Russell gestures to a potty in a corner of the playroom. It’s blue and boat-shaped, made out of some plasticky material.
“Now, Gina, I want you to pee into the potty. You are not allowed to get any piss out of the potty bowl or I’ll make you go down on your hands and knees to lick it from the floor.”
A flutter of angst fills my stomach. The bowl of the blue potty is relatively small, made for a toddler.
“Do it, Gina, or I’ll be very angry.”
I pull in a deep breath. I’m not even sure I will be able to let my urine flow. It’s too soon after the milk and I don’t have an urge in my bladder yet.
I place my legs around the side of the potty, still holding up my nightgown. The potty is the size of a small stool. I wonder who used it once. Max? Alice? I lower my haunches in a squat. My groin is directly above the bowl. I close my eyes to relax my pelvic muscles.
Russell moves to my front. He too squats before me. His eyes are watchful and riveted upon my pussy. It is a humiliating position for me to be in.
I steel my resolve. I decide that the best way to approach this would be to release my urine in short measured bursts, not an uncontrollable continuous stream. I have done this before – urinated in front of another dominant, another master. I can do it again.
After straining a little, my bladder starts to ease and my trickle begins. I angle my urethra so that the stream pours downward instead of jettisoning forward. I stem the flow after each spurt to ensure that none of it splashes onto the sides of the potty. When I have finished, a pool of warm yellowish urine glistens at the bottom of the pan.
“Very good, Gina. I would not have to punish you after all . . . yet. Now stand up.”
I gingerly get onto my feet, making sure I don’t kick the potty away. That would be really, really awful.
“Take off your clothes.”
I’m relieved. At least I don’t have keep on holding up my dress. I tear the little girl’s nightgown over and off my head. I’m wearing nothing underneath, of course, and my breasts are revealed for the first time to Russell.
He stares at them as if he has never seen tits before. I wouldn’t say my breasts are spectacular, but they are not too shabby either. My flesh is taut and tight, and my nipples are little pink rosebuds which perk up enticingly if properly stimulated.
A slow smile spreads over Russell’s fine lips.
“Come with me, Gina.”
I pad after him timidly. He opens a sliding door that leads outdoors – or more precisely to a little children’s playground complete with colorful slides in the shapes of dinosaurs, swings, a merry-go-round and a seesaw. My eyes widen at the pristine condition these are kept in.
Russell strides to the seesaw. He takes something out of his pocket that is long and hard. My tongue goes dry as he affixes it on one of the seats at the end. It is a dildo, attached to a plastic strap.
When he has finished tying the strap around and under the seat, the artificial cock stands like a lighthouse on top of its ripe balls. It’s amazingly realistic-looking and flesh-colored to boot.
Anatomically-correct veins delta all over its thick shaft, which looks luscious enough to suck.
Russell turns to me. “All ready for you, baby doll.”
Hesitating only mildly, I walk to the dildo-strapped seat. Russell helps me to straddle the seat and lower my body onto the upright cock.
“Easy does it.”
He makes sure that my pussy hole is atop the dildo’s swollen head. Then he pushes my hips down.
“Feel it going inside you, baby doll. That’s right. Take it all in for Daddy.”
I close my eyes to savor the girth of the appendage. I slide it into my wet vagina as far as it can go
– to the mouth of my cervix. My vulva stops just short of the balls.
“Now hold on to this,” Russell instructs me, placing my hands on the handle before my seat.
“Don’t let go.”
He goes over to the end of the seesaw and straddles it. I can well imagine him playing with his children on this seesaw in the normal father-offspring sense. Which makes his obvious fetishes even more shocking.
“Comfortable, Gina?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I squeak.
He begins to work the seesaw. The entire apparatus creaks with our collective weights. As my end goes up, the dildo presses deeply into me, eliciting a gasp from my throat. I go down again, my stomach lifting, and the dildo seemingly exits an inch out of my pussy.
The cycle is repeated. And repeated.
“Like it, Gina?”
“Yes, Daddy.” My pants are becoming shorter.
He increases the seesaw’s rhythm. The dildo pummels into my pussy mercilessly. Up. Down. Up.
Down. The sensation is raw, unnerving and intense. It’s a fucking unlike anything I have ever received.
Russell’s smile grows broader as a sexual flush spreads from my cheeks to my breasts, which are jiggling with the gravity and exertion.
On and on we go. My bare feet touch the ground each time I descend, and my legs curl into a squatting position as I lift off once again. As I go higher, my legs dangle off the sides of the seesaw. The dildo is secure and snug inside me. The hard board of the seat slaps into my buttocks each time I go up, and it seems to be rougher and rougher as the seconds tick by. My chest heaves and I can see my breasts dancing.
“Have you eaten your Brussels sprouts, Gina?”
I’m almost too breathless to answer.
“Yes, Daddy.”
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nbsp; “Good girl. If you go on being such a good girl, I might go easy on your spanking.”
Spanking? Inwardly, I quail.
“But I’ve been a good girl, Daddy. Why spank me?”
“Spanking is always a good thing, baby doll. It teaches you discipline.”
We go on like this for many stretched minutes, until my head is spinning from motion madness.
Russell slows us to a gentle halt. He gets off his end and my end of the seesaw plummets, sending a jarring shudder throughout my entire butt. My vagina feels sore with all the fucking.
He removes me from the dildo, which is now covered with a layer of my fluids. I can hardly stand properly. My entire groin area aches from the pounding I received.
“How’s my little baby girl holding?”
“I need to rest a while, Daddy.”
“Go ahead, doll.”
He gathers me up in his strong arms and holds me to his chest. My legs dangle off his arm and he supports my back and shoulders with the other. His eyes are crinkled and his mouth is smiling as he looks down at me – naked and vulnerable. He’s so incredibly handsome. I can drown in his splendid blue eyes.
He carries me into the playroom.
“Want some more milk, baby doll?”
“No thank you, Daddy.” My entire body is tingling.
He puts me on a long couch and lets me be for a while. He turns to busy himself with the rocking horse. His back is to me so I cannot see what he’s doing.
When he has finished, he beams as he turns to me again.
“You ready for your spanking, baby doll?”
My spirits sink. Do I dare say no?
5
I straddle the rocking horse. It’s rather large, about the size of a small pony. Russell has stuck a huge dildo with a suction cup on its base onto the saddle. The dildo fills and stretches my entire pussy, which is already sore from overuse. My nipples are clipped with a pair of furred clamps, which are in turn attached to two chains which are linked to the two handles on either side of the horse’s wooden head.
My hands are left unshackled. My fingers clutch at the bridle at the horse’s neck. My legs are bent at the knees, and my feet are placed neatly in the stirrups at both sides.
Russell runs his hands over my buttocks, which are placed high and protuberant upon the saddle.
“So soft,” he murmurs, “so virginal.”
A tremor runs down my spine. He gropes and kneads my soft flesh, as if he’s ripening them up for the kill. At the same time, he cups and strokes the undersides of my breasts. His touch is soft, gentle.
Like that of a cherished lover.
He tugs at the chains to make sure my nipples are secured tautly. I can scarcely breathe for fear of dislodging the clamps.
“Very good, Gina. Make sure these don’t come off, or there’ll be hell to pay. Now ride.”
He smacks the rump of the horse. The rockers attached to the legs of the horse begin to creak with increasing vigor. The fiberglass cock in my pussy is not pliant or yielding, and so my vaginal walls are pushed and rocked harshly against its hard shaft.
It’s a feeling like no other.
Compared to the seesawing movements earlier – which made use of the nailing motion coupled with the free fall of gravity – this is completely different, like that of a stick whittling in a hole.
Sometimes the force is rotational. Other times it’s on the same axis. I clutch at the bridle for dear life, feeling my buttocks slip on the saddle, thus slamming my back pussy wall against the cock.
The clamps on my very erect nipples are pulled taut by the chains, and then released, and then pulled taut again. I angle my tits forward so that the chains cut me some slack.
Beside the rocking horse, Russell undresses. He does this slowly – languorously – as he strikes the rump of the horse occasionally to keep it going. I have never seen Russell naked before, and I can’t help but avert my head to admire his body.
He obviously works out.
Of the Devlin family, he has the most impressive build yet. His pectorals are bulging and magnificent, and his broad shoulders are shaped like a bodybuilder’s. Thick veins run down his arms, denoting that he frequently pumps iron. His legs are a work of art. And his cock. Oh – his wonderful cock! I swear it must be at least ten thick inches long. Its girth is fat and broad, and the flesh within his tight, bursting skin looks iron hard and substantial. It’s as perfect as an anatomical model for show in a doctor’s office. It stands proud and tall above his large balls and below his rich thatch of blond pubic hair.
Leaving me grunting on the rocking horse, he turns to retrieve something from a cabinet. When he turns again, I see it for what it is – a flat paddle.
He returns.
“Very good, Gina, keep going.”
I’m too winded to answer.
He positions himself at the right side of the rocking horse.
“Are you ready for your punishment, Gina?”
My throat feels raspy and dry.
I manage a squeak, “Yes, Daddy.”
I close my eyes, waiting for the pain.
It comes all too soon. Down comes the paddle on my buttocks.
Smack!
“Ooof!” I say.
My buttocks sting and flood with sudden warmth. The rocking of the curved blades gathers force.
Smack! The second one takes me by surprise on the heels of the first. They can hardly be seconds apart. The rocking horse goes faster yet. Tears of pain come into my eyes. Inside my vagina, the merciless penis oscillates against all my walls.
Smack!
Russell is grinning. I steal a peek behind me. My ass is now florid and scarlet. Indeed, it feels very hot. The pain flares again – bright and immense like a nebulous cloud spreading all over. Unlike a cane, the pain is concentrated over a larger area – a band of white fire that straddles a wide sensitive space.
Smack!
I release a piteous wail.
“Come now, Gina. Take your punishment like a big girl.”
“Y-yes, Daddy.”
After the eight smack or so, I begin to cry openly. Tears run down my cheeks and drip off my chin.
“Please, Daddy,” I gasp.
“Please what?”
“Please stop, Daddy.”
“That’s right, Gina, I want to hear you beg.”
Smack! It’s a hard one this time. I cry out. The sensitivity in my buttocks has intensified, primed to flare up with decreasing doses of applied force.
“Please, Daddy!”
Smack!
“I beg of you!”
Smack! My nipples have become numb from all the tugging and straining of the chains.
“I will do anything you want me to.”
“What will you do, baby doll?”
Smack!
“Anything!” My chest heaves with each labored breath I pull.
“Anything what?”
“Anything, Daddy!”
Smack!
“I want you to describe what you would like to do to me.”
My mind is a whirlwind of rushed images and pain.
“I – I will suck your cock, Daddy. Lick it all clean.”
Smack!
“Go on.”
“I’ll rim your asshole, Daddy.”
Smack!
“And I’ll fuck you hard!”
“How hard?”
“Till you scream and come into me, Daddy.”
Smack!
“What else?”
“I’ll let you fuck me in the ass, Daddy.”
“Would you now?”
“Yes, Daddy, I would!”
He lowers the paddle. My entire body feels as weak as a newborn kitten’s. My ass is already numbed from the beating and my entire pussy feels like it has been fucked by a machine.
The rocking horse slows down as my shoulders slump in fatigue. Beads of sweat dapple my skin.
Even my pigtails hang limply from my damp head.
H
e lets the rocking horse grind to a natural stop. He unclasps the clamps from my sore nipples and plumps my tender red flesh up again. Then, with a strength that continues to amaze me, he lifts me off the dildo. But instead of helping me off the horse, he places me upon the saddle behind the very wet and glistening artificial dong.
He removes the dildo with its suction cup and strap. Then he pushes my groin forward to the forefront of the saddle. My pussy is already chafed and raw from overuse, and so the friction of the leather saddle upon my tender clit is exquisite and overwhelming.
Using my body for leverage, he gets onto the horse, depressing its rump with his weight. The entire structure groans. His silken skin and muscles press against my back. His hands grab my waist, and he lifts me up again with scarcely any effort.
“Push back your hips now, baby doll.”
I angle my hips so that my vulva is right on top of his impressive penile head. Its knoblike enormity eases into my wet slit, expanding my hole even farther than the dildos before it. I moan with pleasure as his marvelous tool impales me.
He brings me down until he’s completely buried inside me with a couple of inches to spare.
There’s nowhere for him to penetrate further because his tip is right at the mouth of my cervix.
But oh, the delight of it. What a cock it is! Thick and warm and firm, filling every crevice and smoothening out every fold.
His fingers tweak my nipples.
“Come, baby girl. Ride on Daddy. Ride hard.”
We begin to rock. The blades below creak and protest with our collective weights. His scent is of sweat and aftershave and eau d’ toilette, and everything sensuous and masculine that I can think of.
Attached to one another, we rock and rock, his penis punching my cervix with increasing vigor.
His shaft tickles and pounds and massages my G-spot until my fervor is whipped into a frenzy.
“Do you like your Daddy now?” he says in my ear. His breath is hot and ragged.
I’m gasping almost too much to answer.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Who’s fucking you well and good now?”
“You, Daddy.’
“Are you going to let your Mommy know about us?”
