by Golden Angel
"I'll remember without it, I promithe." The last plea of a desperate little girl. Her insides felt sore and sensitive already, she doubted she'd be able to forget her first enema so quickly. But that was about as far as she was willing to argue. The sooner the plug went in, the sooner she could wash the soap out of her mouth.
Meeting her eyes in the mirror, Daddy didn't respond as he pressed the tip of the plug against her bottom. It was slick with lube and the first few centimeters went in easily before her muscles began to strain.
"Open your eyes, baby girl," he said, pinching her clit and making her squeal as her eyes flew open. She hadn't even realized she'd closed them.
Her clit throbbed between her legs as Daddy pushed harder on the plug. The tight ring of her sphincter resisted and she watched herself grimace in the mirror. He pulled it slightly out of her and began to move it back and forth, fucking her ass with it and stretching her wider with each tiny thrust. Melody panted as she was stretched, the burning discomfort making her want to wriggle and squirm.
It was definitely bigger than the one he'd used last week, pushing deeper inside of her and stretching her wider.
"Good girl, almost there," Daddy murmured encouragingly. His eyes were flicking back and forth between watching what he was doing and looking at her expression in the mirror. Melody almost wished she could see both views as well, so she could watch the large piece of rubber slowly disappearing into her backside, the thick black base nestling between her cheeks once it was inserted.
She cried out as her muscles screamed in protest, the thickest part of the plug finally pushing inside of her. There was a sharp burst of pain and then it was over, leaving her even more full than the enema had felt. Now she understood what Daddy meant by saying she wouldn't be able to forget to behave this afternoon. There was going to be no way to ignore this plug.
Pressing her cheek against the cool counter, she breathed in and out as her body finished adjusting. Daddy's hands gently stroked her bottom, teasing the outside of her pussy, making the invasion easier to bear. After a few moments, he patted her backside.
"Okay, baby, all done. Now let's rinse out your mouth, and then you're going to show me how sorry you are."
On her knees in front of him, hands bunched in the skirt of her dress, Melody's eyes were full of needy arousal. Her freshly rinsed out mouth was open, and he slid his cock between her full lips, groaning with pleasure at the sight and sinking his fingers into her hair to pull her more fully onto him. Automatically, she sucked, her tongue pressing against the underside of his cock.
Caressing her head, he knew he was going to have to redo her pigtails and it didn't bother him at all. He watched her through half-lidded eyes as she bobbed her head up and down along the length of his cock, leaving it shiny and wet from her attentions. She hummed, low in the back of her throat, and the vibrations went straight up the back of his spine.
Groaning, he thrust, mostly gently... mostly allowing her to control the movements for now.
"That's it, baby girl, use your tongue," he urged. He shuddered with pleasure when she obeyed, her tongue dancing along the length of him every time she slid her lips down. Moving her hands to his thighs to help her to balance, she pushed forward, trying to get him deeper, to take more of him between her lips.
Suckling, swirling her tongue, she laved pleasure over his cock. The dichotomy between her modestly innocent outfit and the way she was eagerly sucking his cock was straight out of one of his fantasies. She squirmed, rubbing her thighs together, and he didn't stop her. It wouldn't be enough to make her cum, only enough to frustrate herself, and that served his purposes nicely.
"Good girl..." He said throatily, beginning to move his hips faster, pushing his cock in deeper. Her fingers gripped his thighs more tightly. "Swallow for Daddy."
The head of his cock pressed into her throat and he felt the delicate muscles convulse, which was all it took. He dug his fingers into her scalp as jet after jet of cum spurted down her throat, straight into her belly. Melody's mouth worked, enhancing his pleasure, as she sucked him dry.
"Such a good girl."
Chapter 21
The surprise outing was to the zoo, which was both wonderful and awful.
Wonderful because Melody loved the zoo. She loved seeing the animals, watching the shows, and the ice cream carts.
Awful, because it was a lot of walking and the plug jostled inside of her with every step. She couldn't help but be aware of it, no matter what she was doing. Even more awful was that it turned out the plug was also a vibrator, with a remote, and Daddy enjoyed turning it on and off at odd intervals. She almost wished she was wearing a diaper again because she was pretty sure she was soaking through her panties.
All her fears about people staring or judging her had totally disappeared. No one even looked at her twice. They were just two people out on a date. The Daddy thing was as hidden from the public as the plug. Actually, it almost would have been kind of nice if someone would stare or show that they cared about the childishly styled dress, because then she wouldn't feel like she'd freaked out for nothing.
Wouldn't have had her mouth soaped, her bottom cleaned out, and be wearing a plug for no reason.
Wouldn't be walking around horny as hell with no orgasm in sight for nothing.
The fact that Daddy had used her mouth to get off but not done anything for her just made her even hotter.
There's something wrong with me.
Kind of a wonderful something though. Because no matter how itchy she felt between her legs, no matter how her insides clenched and throbbed, no matter how uncomfortable she was, she couldn't remember ever feeling this satisfied. Couldn't remember ever having this much fun on a date.
She practically felt like skipping between the animal pens. Might have tried if it weren't for the plug. At least she had panties to help keep it inside of her, but if she accidentally pushed it out entirely, she was pretty sure the panties wouldn't hold it. Then she really would be publicly humiliated. So she had to clench constantly to keep it in.
So no skipping or running or jumping of any kind.
"Where to next?" Daddy asked, as they walked away from the sleepy tigers. The indulgent look in his dark eyes made her feel warm and happy all over. His fingers were wound around hers, and he was just as relaxed and enjoying himself just as much as she was.
She looked up at the signs denoting what was on each path at the crossroads.
"Seals!" She did a little dance in place. A very small dance. Because the plug shifted and she had to clench around it.
Chuckling, Daddy led her down the path toward the seals.
Then, while she was watching them swim, the big meanie set off the plug again and Melody nearly moaned out loud as she gripped his hand more tightly. If he wasn't careful, she was going to end up climbing him like a monkey in a tree.
But she couldn't forget to behave, even if she wanted to.
Keeping Melody on edge all day meant that she was a little cranky by the time they returned to the house. Baby girl needed an orgasm... but she was going to have to wait. They needed to eat first. And, he admitted to himself, he was going to enjoy watching her squirm.
When he took the plug out, he let her have the bathroom to herself but warned her that she'd better not play with herself or she'd regret it. When she joined him in the kitchen to help make dinner, she was as flushed and tense as before so he knew she'd followed his orders. Kawan gave her a deep kiss as a reward before setting her to wash the vegetables.
She squirmed her way through dinner even without the plug teasing her. After having it inside of her for such an extended time, he was sure her little hole was a bit sore and would be for a while. It made for uncomfortable sitting. Kawan enjoyed watching her wriggle while they talked about the zoo and her favorite animals.
"Ice cream for dessert," he announced when she'd cleared her plate.
Melody pouted for a moment before her eyes turned pleading and a little sultry. "
What if I want something else for dessert?"
It didn't matter that she was using the same high, girlish voice that said she was firmly in her 'little' head space, the implication was clear. She wanted 'big girl' time with him.
He kept his expression inscrutable.
"Ice cream for dessert," he repeated in measured tones. It was more fun to keep her guessing about whether or not she'd get her orgasm.
Since she'd been a very good girl this afternoon and evening, he intended to reward her, but she didn't need to know that yet. She sighed dramatically, and he just barely managed to keep the smile from his face.
"Fine, ice cream," she grumbled, looking wholly adorable as she did so.
Despite the grumbling, she perked up quite a bit when he pulled the pint of Cherry Garcia and a bottle of chocolate syrup out of the fridge.
"My favorite!"
"I know." Smug satisfaction threaded through him seeing her happiness. This was one of his favorite parts about being a Daddy; little moments like this when she beamed up at him like he'd hung the moon just because he'd remembered one small detail.
Another good part about being a Daddy was telling her that it was time to get ready for bed as soon as he was done with the dishes and watching her balk before submitting.
"It's too early!"
"Little girls don't get to decide their bedtimes." He arched a brow as she fumed. "And naughty little girls don't get their reward for being good all afternoon. Now go on upstairs and pick out your nightie from the wardrobe. I'll be up in a minute." She started to stomp her way up the stairs and he called out after her. "No stomping!"
An aggrieved sigh floated down the stairwell, but she stopped stomping, and Kawan chuckled under his breath. She was going to be an interesting 'teenager' tomorrow, he was sure of it.
Once he was done with the dishes, he followed her upstairs, took her into his bedroom and helped her out of the nightie she'd put on, before setting her atop his cock so she could ride him to her heart's content while he fingered her sore bottom. After two orgasms, she was practically falling over, so he flipped her onto her back and pounded between her thighs until she was crying out in ecstasy again and he followed suit.
They fell asleep not long afterward with her snuggled in his arms.
A hand firmly gripped her bicep as Daddy finally caught up with her.
"Young lady, you are in so much trouble," he growled in her ear.
Well shit.
Today she was being a teenager and Daddy had taken her to the county fair. So far it wasn’t going very well. It wasn't a hard role to slip into, but Melody wasn't sure she liked herself as a teen.
What had been fun and bratty when she was 'younger' now felt kind of mean. She also didn't like the way Daddy's stern look made her want to melt down. It made her feel even younger, but not in a good way. She felt almost resentful, because she was pretty sure that if they’d come here yesterday, she would have been having a blast. Instead, she kept looking around at the animals and the rides, but she didn’t really feel like she could indulge in them the way she wanted to.
Teenagers didn’t squeal and jump up and down like little girls just because they saw a fluffy bunny. They didn’t try to go running to the funnel cake truck. They definitely didn’t try to milk a goat. She was standing next to an actual teenager when the girl’s mom suggested she try. Going by the teenager’s reaction, Melody’s desire to try did not fit the age.
Which made her feel pouty and sulky. Although, at least that fit. She just wasn’t enjoying herself though.
She'd gotten distracted by the giant stuffed tiger while she was waiting for him to finish up in the bathroom. The ring-toss stall was only a little ways away from the restroom building, and she'd thought she could check out the game and get back before Daddy was done. For once, the line had been longer for the men's room than the women's, and… well, she’d just had to run over.
Rather than apologizing, she let out an aggrieved sigh, letting her resentment show through. She hadn’t wanted to wait; she’d wanted to go see the tiger. Not that she could show how much she liked the tiger. Right? She couldn’t remember ever buying a new stuffed animal when she was a teen. That just frustrated her even more. "I didn't go very far; obviously you could still see me."
If she could make herself stop, she would, but somehow the words just kept coming out. Even when he was doing something nice for her, she’d been nothing but snarky since they’d arrived, and it was making her miserable.
The hard look he gave her now made her shrink into herself, and she stared down at the ground, feeling tears prick her eyes. She didn’t like today at all.
"Melody, baby girl, what's wrong?" The unexpected warmth in Daddy's voice made her wince. She didn't deserve it.
She sniffled. "I don't like being a teenager," she said in a small voice. A voice that was nothing like how she'd sounded a minute ago.
"That's okay, sweetheart, you don't have to be a teenager." Daddy's arms wrapped around her, pulling her into his chest. Melody rested her head against the little nook of his shoulder, sighing as she burrowed in.
Even though he said it was okay, she felt like she'd failed at something.
"I'm supposed to be a teenager today, though."
A deep rumble went through Daddy's chest, right under her ear; he was chuckling. "Sweetheart, the point of this weekend was to find out what feels right for you. If something doesn't feel right, you don't have to do it."
"You aren't disappointed?" Relief swept through her.
Daddy's fingers slid through hair, untangling the long strands with his fingers, soothing her. "Not at all. Although I was having fun thinking up good punishments for when we get home."
Crap. Her bottom tingled as if already preparing for a spanking. Melody's thighs pressed together. The surface of her bottom wasn't the only thing tingling.
I'm a dirty girl.
The thought held only amusement, no shame or embarrassment. That was one good thing to come out of this weekend; she definitely understood a lot more about herself and what she wanted. Peggy had been wrong. Ignorant. There was a side to Melody that had been unexplored, ignored, until now.
Wriggling in Daddy's arms, jubilant glee rose up inside of her. She didn't need to think about her work. Didn't need to worry about her living situation. She knew he would take care of everything, and she could just have fun at the fair he'd brought her to.
"Can we try to win the tiger?" she asked hopefully.
Daddy laughed. "Of course, sweetheart." Then his voice lowered, whispering into her ear. "But you're still being punished for your earlier behavior when we get home."
Darn it.
It had taken way too much money—and finding an easier game—but Kawan had eventually managed to win Melody a tiger. Granted, it was a smaller tiger than the massive once she'd first found, but she was happy enough with it.
"The other one would have been too hard to carry anyway," she told him, hugging the stuffie to her. She'd named it Tony, and Kawan had done his best not to laugh.
While Kawan would have been happy with her at any 'age,' he had to admit the one she'd chosen was his favorite. It was a good balance of allowing him to take care of her while she still retained independence. And although he'd enjoyed her bratty 'teenage' mouth, she was much sweeter like this.
Likely there would be times when she wanted to be a little 'older' or a little 'younger,' but she definitely seemed happiest around six to eight years.
They wouldn't always have time to spend a whole weekend like this, especially while she was still earning her PhD, but he would make the most of the time they did have. It helped that she was at his house. This relationship was moving faster than he'd thought it would, definitely faster than he'd planned it to, but it just felt so right.
He felt happier than he had in a long time.
They ate dinner out, her stuffed tiger sitting on her lap, and she was yawning by the time they got home.
Home. She made
it feel like a home and not just his house. It was a feeling he was going to have to examine more closely later when he had the time to devote to it. Right now he needed to focus on his baby girl's discipline.
"Go upstairs and do whatever you need to before bed," he told her, slipping easily into his stern Daddy role. It wasn't hard, all he had to do was dredge up a memory of what a bratty 'teen' she'd been. "I want you waiting for me naked and bent over the side of my bed, ready to take your punishment for the evening. I'll be up soon to take care of your discipline."
"But..." She looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes, but saw the determination in his expression and immediately slumped. Even though her head was down as she turned toward the stairs, he could see the little smile on her lips.
The naughty little thing must have sensed that he wasn't actually upset. While she responded to his discipline on multiple levels, what really fueled her behavior was not wanting to disappoint him. Which was why she'd persisted in trying to please him by spending the full day in a role she didn't feel comfortable in, which had resulted in her acting out because she had been so uncomfortable.
She was everything he wanted.
For a long moment, Kawan stared at the window looking out onto his front yard. It was dark outside, so he could see nothing but his expression. Something felt strange. Different. Like there had been a shift in his world, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.
I'm not worried.
That was it.
There was a part of him that had expected to fight his feelings for her. To compare her to Krissy, especially because she was living here with him so quickly, because she had needed him to help her, because she wasn't experienced... but Melody was real. Her inner sweet submissive little was exactly who she was, not a front she put on to play him.
Krissy would have had no problem playing any parts he'd asked of Melody this weekend. But that's because for her it had been just that—playing. She wouldn't have cared about his disappointment. She would have also used her role for everything she could get from him. If she'd decided she wanted a massive stuffed tiger, nothing but that would have satisfied her, no matter how much money he'd had to spend to make it happen.
