"Ple-please… I need… I need…"
Sinking his fingers deep into her bottom, he gave additional orders. "Val, play with our girl's nubbin. Rosie, I want you to pop, I want you to have a hard cummie for me so I can feel your ass and pussy clench around my fingers." Valerie's fingers began pinching her clit as he found Rosie's g-spot, stroking the slightly rough area. As he felt her tense, he gave his last order, "Bite, Valerie, bite now."
Valerie followed Grant's lead, her bites growing stronger, her fingers pinching and pulling on Rosie's clit.
It was only moments after Grant had ordered her to come that Rosie was bucking beneath them, her body convulsing around his fingers, her head thrown back as she screamed out her pleasure. Though she had obeyed, Grant was not yet satisfied—he needed to spill inside her. He pulled his fingers from her, moving into position as Valerie's fingers slid between Rosie's nether lips, spreading them open for his cock.
Rosie moaned and bucked again as Grant filled her in just one thrust. Valerie's teeth nipped, and her fingers moved to twist a sensitive nipple as Grant fucked her hard and fast. When she screamed again, her hand going to find Valerie's, clenching tightly, Grant thrust as deeply as possible, bathing her cunny with his seed. Her continued contractions milked the length of his cock as he slowed his movements, bringing her down gently until her body relaxed. Moving again, he kissed both women.
"I am the luckiest man in the world with the two most beautiful, sexiest women alive." He saw the surprised look in Rosie's eyes as she panted from her consuming climaxes, and wondered when she had last been complimented. Giving her another kiss, he spoke again. "Do my girls want to go back to sleep?" he teased. "Or perhaps get up, shower and allow the man who loves them to escort them to dinner and the Ball?" He watched as the two immediately sat up and hurried to climb from the bed. His heart was captured even more when Rosie turned back and threw her arms around the huge bear that had wound up at the foot of the bed.
"Thank you, Mr. Bear. I'll try to be a very good girl so you won't be sad," Rosie said softly, giving the stuffed animal a kiss on the tip of its nose. Releasing the bear's neck, she turned and ran into the bathroom.
Grant lay back on the bed, hearing the women laughing as the water was turned on. Shit, how in the hell am I going to let her go? Hearing his name called, he shook his head, knowing that he would just have to make sure the time they had left was incredible. Joining them in the shower, he helped Valerie helped Rosie wash, shampooing her hair, their fingers constantly stroking over her as if attempting to memorize the very feel of their Little girl.
As Valerie opened the garment bags, laying their clothing out on the bed, Rosie got more and more excited. When she saw the skirts that Janice had chosen, she jumped up and down, her eyes dancing. "Oh, these are so cute!"
Valerie had to agree that Janice had known exactly what the trio was looking for. A blue felt skirt lay beside a pink one, with huge fluffy poodles set slightly off center. A rhinestone leash ran from the white poodle's collar to the waistband of Rosie's skirt, another glittery leash ran from the black poodle's collar on Valerie's. Two starchy, full petticoats were pulled from the bag, a pink one for Rosie and a black one for Valerie. Fresh, crisp white blouses with small buttons and peter pan collars, complete with puffy cap sleeves, would complete their dress, while socks and saddle-shoes would assure that walking and dancing would not be a problem. A blue silk scarf would be tied around Valerie's neck, a pink one around Rosie's, with matching scarves for their ponytails. Valerie was pleased to see new panties for both; black sexy lace ones for her, ruffled white ones for Rosie. The pointed cup brassiere and the white undershirt would be worn under the blouses. As Valerie helped Rosie dress, having to admonish her to be still so that her hair could be brushed and pulled into a high ponytail, she smiled the entire time.
Once Grant had dressed, both women stopped and stared. Gone was the austere business man. In his place was the sexiest James Dean look-a-like that had ever existed. He wore blue jeans that hugged his ass and a very tight white t-shirt that molded against the planes of his muscular chest. He had on black boots, and as he slipped into a black, leather, motorcycle jacket, both women fanned their faces and giggled, pretending to swoon. Grant shook his head but was pleased to see their obvious approval. While Valerie pulled her hair into a ponytail, Grant used the gel provided to slick back his thick black hair.
Rosa was sitting on the edge of the bed, her arm around her bear as she waited. She felt an incredible sense of belonging, a feeling of peace that she had never felt before. Hugging the bear hard, she whispered into its fuzzy ear, "I can't help it; I'm falling in love with two people, Mr. Bear. I am just so happy."
Grant, having heard her, considered forgetting her next lesson, but remembering their time together was short, he knew he needed to go ahead with his plans. Plucking her off the bed, loving her giggle, he gave her a kiss. "Baby, I want you to go over Mommy's lap." Seeing her face, he smiled. "No, sweetie, not for a spanking. I'm hoping there will be no more spanking tonight, as your little hiney is quite welted."
Rosa thought about asking what he intended but remembered her job was to submit to whatever these two wanted. She allowed herself to be draped across Valerie's lap, her torso and legs supported by the bed, her bottom over her Mommy's thighs. She flushed, but didn't protest, as Valerie lifted her skirt and petticoat onto her back, and only squirmed the tiniest bit when she felt her ruffled panties being pulled down to bare her bottom. Thinking that perhaps Grant was going to apply another coat of the arnica, she crossed her hands under her cheek and waited. When he pulled out the top drawer of the bureau, her head came up and she attempted to crawl off her Mommy's lap.
"Settle, Rosie," Valerie said softly even as her hand pressed against a bare cheek.
Grant made his selections and returned to the bed to see Rosie's eyes wide, her cheeks pink. Squatting down at the side of the bed, he showed her what he had taken from the drawer. A tube of something called Anal-Ease, and a package that contained a butt plug. She attempted to turn her head away but he shook his head. "No, Rosie, I want you to see what your Daddy is going to put into your sweet little bottom. This is a very small plug, and if you don't fight its insertion, I promise you won't feel any pain. This is not for punishment, sweetie, this is to begin training your bottom to open. Daddy's cock is too big to take without some prior training and stretching—and this plug, and others that I'll be using, will help you learn to accept my cock when I fuck you for the first time in your tight pucker. I do not want to have to spank you, but Rosie, I will if you are a naughty girl and fight your bottom-hole being penetrated. Do you understand?"
She tore her eyes from the package he was opening, too shocked to answer until she felt her Mommy's hand give her bottom a swat. She yelped, finding her voice. "Yes! I-I understand. How… how long, Dad-Daddy?"
"How long are you to keep this up your bottom?" Grant asked, wanting to get her accustomed to his use of every part of her beautiful body. At her shy nod, he stood up. "Until I take it out." He bent and kissed her cheek before moving to where he could proceed.
Valerie used her fingers to gently pry apart Rosie's buttocks, telling her to stop clenching. As Grant opened the lubricant, Valerie explained that lube was a gift from a daddy who cared about his girl. It made the experience of any anal penetration easier to accommodate, and more likely to be pleasurable. "Now, after Daddy lubes your little coffee-bean, he will push his finger inside, just like he did earlier. That helps loosen up your sphincter muscle. Do not tighten up, sweetie. When he is ready to put the plug inside you, I want you to push down like you need to go to the bathroom." Seeing Rosie squirm, she continued. "Sweetie, it is nothing to be embarrassed about. Pushing down helps your little hole to open for the plug. Are you ready?"
Rosa didn't think she'd ever be truly ready but she nodded. Another swat, this time from Grant, had her squealing, "Yes, Mommy!"
"Okay, be our good girl, relax and let Daddy plug your b
ean, and then we can get some dinner before the Ball."
Rosa knew she'd never think of coffee the same way again. Hearing her anus being called a coffee-bean, or just plain bean, had changed the definition of those used for her favorite brew. Feeling the first glob of gel, she tried not to squirm.
Grant saw how uncomfortable she was and paused, moving Mr. Bear so she could clasp his paw. He grinned seeing her clutch the bear's paw, so grateful they had purchased the huge stuffie for their little girl. "Okay, sweetheart, start pushing down now." Having generously coated the tip of the plug as well as the wider part, something he wouldn't do in the future as he believed only a thin coating was truly necessary, he placed the tip at her entrance. "Rosie, push down now. Open your bottom-bean for Daddy."
God, how many freakin names can one use for a butt-hole, Rosa thought even as she bore down. Despite the lubricant and her cooperation, she still gasped and then squealed loudly when the plug began its journey. Though small, it was slightly larger than the two fingers she had felt before. "Daddy, no… please," she pleaded, before squealing again as the plug's thicker bulge had her arching. "It hurts!"
"Hug Mr. Bear, Rosie," Grant said, keeping the pressure on her anus. "It's only because your plug is a bit thicker here." Pushing forward, he watched her sphincter fight for another moment before surrendering and allowing him to seat the entire length of the plug. He ignored Rosie's squeal, seeing her face buried in Mr. Bear's fur. Smiling again, he twisted the flange on the plug, making sure it was well seated. Patting her bottom, he squatted back down in front of her. "All in, sweetie. You were a very good girl for Daddy. I'm proud of you." He stood, kissed her cheek, and went into the bathroom to wash his hands.
Valerie pulled her panties up and slowly pulled her away from the bear. "You did a beautiful job, Rosie. The little flange looks so precious peeking out between your cheeks. I'm proud of you as well."
Rosa simply nodded, too mortified to answer. When she was guided to stand at the side of the bed, she felt the plug's presence deep inside her body. What if it fell out? Oh, God, what if she was dancing and… and it slipped out of her bottom and fell to the floor? Everyone in the Castle would know she had something as shameful as a plug stuck up her ass.
Seeing the panic flash across her face, Valerie cupped her cheeks with her palms. "Don't worry, Rosie. Daddy plugged you quite securely and your muscles will keep it inside. Even if it slips a little, your panties will hold it in. Believe me, you'll forget you are even holding it before too long, as it is a tiny plug."
Rosa had her doubts, the plug seeming to pulse within her. Grant took her hand and led her to the door, her steps even smaller than normal as she attempted to walk with her cheeks clenched and her thighs pressed together. "Rosie, unless you want everyone to think you are in desperate need of a potty, I suggest trying to walk normally. I promise, you'll be just fine and no-one but Mommy and I will know you have a plug in your tushie."
Her face told of her embarrassment, but by the time they were a few feet down the corridor, her gait became if not completely, at least a little more normal.
Dinner was eaten standing up, not because her bottom was really too sore to sit, but because the moment she took a seat, the pressure caused the plug in her bottom to increase and she shot to her feet. Ignoring the few glances her jack-in-the-box movement caused, she noticed that she was not the only one standing to eat. Still, she was so wrapped up in her plight that she couldn't relax and enjoy the meatloaf and mashed potatoes until she realized that her backside did not have a huge neon blinking arrow pointed to her coffee, oh God, um, bottom-bean.
When they finished their meal, it was growing late and the corridors were becoming congested with people heading to the ballroom. Rosa's excitement returned as her eyes darted from person to person, seeing every sort of costume imaginable. She flushed when Valerie bent down and pointed out a couple dressed as jungle cats; the woman a lioness, the man a cheetah.
"I wonder why he isn't a lion?" Rosie asked. When the cheetah seemed to turn and look directly at her, she prayed he hadn't been a wolf earlier. She felt that the plug in her bottom seem to grow at the memory of what the furries had been doing in the maze. Had it been witnessing that act that had Grant deciding to plug her bottom, or had it all begun during the trip to the clinic? Regardless, she dropped her eyes from the cats, not really wanting to know.
Grant had a good guess at her sudden flush but answered her question. "I'm guessing so she remembers that cheetahs are the fastest animal on earth. If she tries to run, he's telling her he'll easily catch her. I wonder whether he bites her throat to hold her in place as he ruts with his prize." It was with a pink flush that matched her pink poodle skirt that Rosie entered the ballroom with her parents.
Chapter Fourteen
The sight before her was magnificent. All three rooms had been opened to create a massive ballroom. Balloons floated near the ceiling, some tied in various places as well. Tables had been set up around the outside of the space, leaving the center free for dancing.
They saw butlers and maids with trays of delicious looking finger foods. They stopped to watch as Mr. Grimsley, switch in hand, appeared beside a butler who had allowed his tray to tilt, spilling several crab balls onto the floor. Placing the tray on the floor and bending at the waist, the man allowed his trousers and underwear to be lowered in order to receive a half-dozen cuts of the switch on his backside. Rosie felt empathy for the man as he thanked the Master, adjusted his clothing and picked up the appetizers before heading towards the door to replenish his tray, the first couple of steps giving evidence that the welts across his ass had definitely made an impression. Master Grimsley gave them a curt nod and moved away to make sure his charges remembered food was to be served, not spilled.
Grant led them to a table, pulling out chairs for both of his girls. The scene was captivating and they all took several minutes just observing. People in all states of dress were on the dance floor. Looking at Rosie's face, Grant grinned—it was just as entertaining to watch her reactions to the party as it was to watch the crowd. When the music changed to a swing number, he bent close.
"Rosie, I'd like to dance with Mommy. I want you to stay right here at this table. Will you do that for me?"
"Yes, Daddy, I love people-watching," she agreed, looking up and giving him a smile and a giggle, obviously remembering the poor butler's switching. "I promise I won't move. Have fun dancing."
Grant held out his hand to Valerie, who bent to kiss Rosie's cheek before accepting it. The couple walked to the dance floor and Rosie watched as they slid into the dance without effort. As Grant led Valerie through the steps, it became obvious to all around the couple that they had either taken lessons or were simply so in tune with each other that not a single misstep jarred the flow of the dance. Grant twirled, dipped and then lifted Valerie off her feet over his head before dropping her down to slide between his spread legs, then back up to her feet. The crowd applauded as the dance ended with a few other difficult moves.
Rosie was clapping the loudest, pleased that they belonged to her. As the music again shifted to a slow tune and Grant and Valerie enjoyed another dance, she gave a sigh. Only one more day and two nights before the bus left on Friday, taking them away.
Grant saw her wipe at her eyes as the dance ended and he escorted his wife back to the table. "What's wrong, Rosie? Is your plug bothering you?"
Blushing beet red, she shook her head. It would be easy to blame her unexpected tears on something physical, but it would be a lie. "No, Daddy, I was just thinking. I'm going to miss you and Mommy so much when you leave."
Grant felt his heart twitch, and saw Valerie move to lay her hand over Rosie's. "Let's not think about that tonight," he suggested. "We have lots of time to spend together. Now, Daddy wants to dance with his little teeny-bopper."
Rosa decided he was right. Why spend their remaining time together being sad? Instead, she would soak up every moment so that she could relive them over and
over again.
While she was nowhere near as smooth or experienced in dancing as Valerie, she found it easy to follow Grant's lead. She felt as if her feet never really touched the floor as he twirled her around, weaving between other dancers, joining her in laughter as they passed every sort of furry, people dressed in the styles of the roaring twenties, Daddies with Littles dressed in anything from just a diaper and bonnet, to Victorian outfits. Though the costumes were limitless, there was one commonality among every person in the room. People were laughing, dancing, singing along to the music, and simply talking. A few cries rang out, indicating some submissive was getting a reminder on his or her party manners, but there was no doubt that everyone was having the time of their lives.
Rosie was sitting at the table, legs swinging and body swaying with the music, when a woman captured her attention, her entire body stilling as she took in the woman's costume. She was dressed in the regalia of a Roman slave girl, her sheer white toga both concealing as well as hinting at the incredible body beneath, drawing the eye of everyone she passed. One alabaster shoulder was bare, and the toga's hem ended just beneath the curve of her ass, flowing with every step. Silver straps were wrapped around slender, shapely legs, from her knees to the sandals on her feet. A beautiful arm bracelet glimmered in the lights and her hair was plaited elaborately and shimmered with beads that had been artfully attached. The woman's face glowed, and the smile that began to appear as she caught Rosie's eyes spoke volumes. Recognition swept over Rosa and she jumped up with a delighted squeal.
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