Fic: My Heart Belongs To Daddy, 2/2, McCoy/Chapel, NC-17, D/s
Title: My Heart Belongs To Daddy, part two
Author:trek_bdsm
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: McCoy/Chapel
Warnings: Consensual sexual domination and submission, age play, toys
Word count: 6454
Summary: Christine decides to give McCoy what he's been too scared to ask for.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to their respective owners and copyright holders, clearly not to me. The characters may practice elements of BDSM that do not fall under the category of "safe sex". I assume you're not stupid, but in the spirit of a vague disclaimer being nobody's friend, I'll spell it out: I practice safe, sane and consensual BDSM in my real life; the characters in my fic may not. I do not condone unsafe sex in real life in any form, and any idiot that copies verbatim anything they read off the internet deserves the embarrassing trip to the hospital that will inevitably follow.
Golden rule, folks; if you're not sure about it, don't stick it up there.
Comes after One Small Step, Good Girl, Just What The Doctor Ordered and Take A Deep Breath, And Another, Part One and Part Two.
Hours later, she took one last look at herself in the mirror and nodded satisfied. She had pulled her blonde, shoulder-length hair up into two neat pigtails, and dressed each bouncy pigtail with a jaunty red ribbon tied in a bow. Small hairpins, fashioned to look like cherries, kept any stray locks of hair neatly pinned back. She’d painted her face carefully with cosmetics, eschewing her usual red lipstick for a more innocent pink, achieving the unusual feat of looking natural and innocent by using a variety of products. She didn’t bother with a bra (little girls didn’t need them, after all), but she’d stitched lace across the back of a pair of pale pink cotton panties in neat rows, so when she bent over the frills could be seen underneath the layers of stiff net petticoats that made the baby blue skirt of the dress stick out from her body. Little white ankle socks, with more lace stitched carefully around the edge of the opening, completed the look, along with a pair of shiny black mary-janes that were very similar to her own childhood shoes.
She’d piled some props in the main living area of their cabin; some coloring books and pencils, some brightly colored books that had innocent, child-friendly covers that masked some deliciously dirty reading material inside. On a whim, she’d also replicated some alphabet blocks, and had arranged them to spell out a crude invitation to her Daddy in bright, primary colors.
The sound of the door to their cabin opening and closing brought her from her reverie. She listened hard at the door of the bathroom, and caught a tell-tale intake of breath. She hovered in the doorway to the bathroom, unsure as to whether she should sail out and start the proceedings herself, or wait for Len to take charge. There was a fine line between instigating a game, and topping from the bottom, and she knew that Len wouldn’t appreciate that at all. As it turned out, she didn’t need to prevaricate for very long.
“Baby girl!” Len hollered from the other room. “Get out here. Daddy’s home.”
She hurriedly wiped the smile from her face and stepped shyly out from the doorway. Her lover’s face was the very picture of lust, and a small knot of tension that had been sitting in her stomach started to dissipate. She had read the signs correctly; she had got it right.
“Come over here into the light, darlin’, let Daddy see the pretty dress you’ve got on,” he said gruffly, holding out his hand to her.
She walked slowly across the room, pausing a few steps away from him. She tugged the ends of the skirt in a girlish manner, and shuffled from one foot to the other under his scrutiny.
“Do you like it, Daddy?” she asked breathlessly, feeling his gaze on her like it was a tangible thing, burning its way down her body.
“Turn around, baby girl, slowly,” he cautioned. “Let Daddy see all of you.”
He held her hand up in the air, and she pirouetted slowly, letting his hot gaze take in the long, exposed length of leg, the masses of stiff petticoats and the sweet little socks and shoes.
“Well, aren’t you just a pretty little princess,” he marvelled, his voice husky with desire. “And what about your panties, baby girl? Are you going to show Daddy your pretty panties?”
Christine turned, and gracefully bent over, the palms of her hands touching the carpeted floor of the cabin easily.
“See what I can do, Daddy?” she asked, looking up at him from between her legs.
“You’re very clever,” he assured her, reaching out to stroke her ass gently, fingering the lace she had carefully stitched to her pink panties. “Stand back up now, there’s a good girl.”
Christine stood up and faced him again, settling her ridiculous skirts.
“Will you tell me a story, Daddy?” Christine asked, taking him by the hand and leading him to an armchair in the corner of the room. “I brought out some of my story books for you to choose from.”
“Alright,” he said agreeably, letting himself be seated in the chair. “Show me your books.”
“I have Cinderella,” Christine offered, showing a book that housed a copy of a particularly lurid retelling of the tale for a distinctly adult audience. “Or Rapunzel, or I have Snow White.”
“Snow White, I think,” Daddy decided, and Christine selected the volume and presented it to him from her position kneeling on the floor.
“Up on my lap, there’s a good girl,” he ordered, and she scrambled to obey. Once she was seated comfortably, with one of his arms wrapped around her, he opened the book and began to read. He was clearly expecting a traditional fairy tale; he barely kept the surprise from his voice as he encountered page after page of purest pornography.
Once upon a time, in a country far, far away, there lived a princess called Snow White. She lived in a castle with her father, the king, and she loved her daddy very much indeed. She loved her daddy so much that she would sleep every night in his bed, and there was nothing that Snow White enjoyed most as when her daddy would tug up her nightgown and give her goodnight kisses all over her body.
At this point there was a fine illustration of a naked teenage girl being enthusiastically groped by an older man, who was sucking one of her nipples into his mouth.
“Look Daddy,” Christine said happily, “he kisses his little girl like you kiss me.”
“Kiss me now,” Daddy ordered, and she was happy to oblige.
But one day the king decided that he wanted a wife, and Snow White was too young to get married. So the king found a wife, and she did not want Snow White to sleep in the king’s bed anymore. Poor Snow White had to sleep all by herself in her own bed, without any of her Daddy’s kisses to keep her warm.
Another illustration, this time of the naked girl stretched out in another bed, rubbing at her clit and crying.
“Poor Snow White,” Christine sighed. “No Daddy to make her feel nice.”
“Mmm,” agreed Daddy, flipping the page eagerly.
But Snow White had grown used to her Daddy showing her how much he loved her, and they would meet secretly in parts of the castle. Her Daddy didn’t have a lot of time, as being king is a hard job, so he couldn’t always kiss her like he used to. In fact, sometimes, Snow White didn’t have time to take off her clothes before her Daddy put his hard cock in her little pussy. This used to make Snow White upset, and she would complain to her Daddy. But Daddies don’t like little girls that whine and complain, and the king would put Snow White across his knee and give her backside lots and lots of hard slaps.
Together, they studied the next illustration of a red-faced king swinging his hand down onto the reddened backside of Snow White, who had her face screwed up in pain.
“Let that be a lesson to you, baby girl,” Daddy said with a hitch in his voice. “Don’t talk back to your Daddy, or I’ll turn your ass red.”
“I’ll be good, Daddy, I promise,” lied Christine. Contrary to popular belief, good girls didn’t have nearly as much fun as bad ones did.
One day, Snow White’s step-mother was looking into her magic mirror. She asked, ‘Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the best cock-sucker of all?’
The queen was expecting her mirror to reply that she was the best cock-sucker in the land, but instead the mirror replied ‘Snow White is the best cock sucker of all.’
The queen was furious, and demanded to be shown proof of this. So the glass in the magic mirror rippled and revealed Snow White on her knees In front of her Daddy, with his cock pushed so far down her throat she was choking on its thick length. She gasped for air as her Daddy pulled his cock out of her throat, then whimpered as he thrust it straight back in again.
“Mmm,” sighed Christine, letting her head rest on Daddy’s shoulder. “I love it when I have your cock in my throat Daddy.”
“You’re a good little cock sucker,” her Daddy agreed, petting her hair.
“Can I suck your cock now, Daddy?” Christine begged, letting one of her hands rest on the hardness tenting her Daddy’s uniform pants. She began to rub it slowly, the way she knew made him very happy.
“Later,” Daddy said sternly. “If you’ve been a good girl.”
Christine sighed, and put her head back on her Daddy’s shoulder. He cleared his throat, and picked up the story.
Once the queen discovered that the king and Snow White were still making each other happy, she wanted Snow White dead. She ordered a huntsman to take the princess into the forest and kill her. But when the huntsman saw Snow White’s soft, dark hair and pale, white skin, he knew that he could never kill such a lovely creature. Instead, he bartered with Snow White; he would spare her life, if he could fuck her.
Snow White agreed, because being fucked, even by a stranger, was better than being killed. The huntsman wasn’t as gentle as Daddy; he pushed Snow White to the ground, and tore her dress to get at her pretty little titties. Once he had his hands on her titties, he used his big, strong hands to squeeze them and slap them until Snow White started to cry with the pain. The huntsman liked it when Snow White cried, so he ripped off the rest of her dress. The king didn’t like for Snow White to wear panties, and the huntsman approved as well. It meant that he didn’t have to bother taking them off Snow White.
“You won’t rip my dress, will you Daddy?” Christine interrupted, concerned.
“No, baby girl, I won’t rip your pretty dress,” he promised, chuckling. He continued to read aloud.
The huntsman turned Snow White onto her stomach, then pulled her up onto her hands and knees. He pushed into her tight little pussy with one mighty stroke, and fucked her very hard indeed. It was painful for Snow White, and she cried a lot, but she had promised the huntsman he could fuck her, and fuck her he did.
When he had finished filling Snow White with all his cum, the huntsman did up his pants and left her, alone and crying on the forest floor. Her dress had been torn to shreds, and she had nothing to wear. She started to walk through the forest, cold and afraid. The sharp stones on the floor hurt her feet, and the fierce wind made the tree branches whip her pale skin.
Christine shuddered at the mention of the whipping, and she nestled closer to her Daddy.
“You don’t like the idea of whips, do you baby girl?” he said quietly, rubbing her leg in a comforting gesture.
“No,” said Christine with feeling. “Look at the picture, Daddy! Snow White doesn’t like it either!”
The illustration showed the girl with cruel red marks adorning her pale skin as she stumbled through the forest, naked and shivering with cold. Tears created track marks down her dirty face, and she looked utterly miserable. The artist had even captured the trickle of semen running down her inner thigh.
Through the gloom of the forest night, Snow White saw a light up ahead. She walked towards it, and found a small house that looked warm and comfortable. She knocked on the door, and it was answered by a man.
‘Please help me sir,’ she begged.
The man felt sorry for her, and invited her into the house. To Snow White’s surprise, she found that he shared it with not one, nor two, or even three of his brothers, but with six of them! They worked in a gold mine in the forest, and they all lived in the same house. But Snow White could see that seven men living together created a lot of housework. There were piles of soiled clothes and mountains of dirty dishes. The seven men were also lonely, because none of them had wives, and they worked too hard to find and woo them.
Snow White explained her predicament, and the brothers soon offered her a job working as their maid and fucktoy. They would keep her safe and warm, well fed and protected from her evil stepmother. In return, Snow White would cook their food, wash their clothes, tidy their house and keep their beds warm at night. As there were seven brothers, each one would have Snow White for one day a week.
Snow White was very grateful to the brothers for their kindness, and agreed to their generous offer. To celebrate, she sucked the cock of every brother, starting with the eldest and finishing with the youngest. Some of the brothers liked her to swallow their cum; others liked to paint her skin with it. By the time she had finished blowing the seventh brother, poor Snow White’s jaw ached and ached.
But as the brothers had not seen a woman in many years, they were hard again very quickly. This time they each fucked her pussy. Some fucked her gently, laying on top of her, kissing her face. Others fucked her harder, bending her over the dining table among the dirty dishes. One preferred to have Snow White sit on his lap and bounce up and down on his cock. By now, poor Snow White’s pussy ached and ached. But still the men became hard again.
This time, each of the men squeezed their big cocks into her tiny little asshole. When the first brother fucked her there, she screamed in pain as he had not used enough lubricant on her poor ass. But as each brother came in her ass, her little hole got bigger and bigger, and all the cum left there by the brothers helped them fit.
The brothers decided that Snow White was going to be an excellent fucktoy, as she had made them all very happy that evening. One of them found a collar in a closet, and another found a long length of chain. The attached the collar to the chain, and fixed the chain to the wall. The chain was long enough to let Snow White go anywhere in the house and the back yard, but not any further. The brothers explained that this would keep Snow White safe, so she agreed to put it on.
They paused in the story to admire the illustration of the sweat-slickened, cum-drenched naked girl with a thick metal collar around her neck. Semen dripped from both her holes, and some of the brothers were rubbing their cocks speculatively. Round four seemed imminent for the exhausted girl.
“My collars are prettier than hers,” Christine sniffed, and her Daddy laughed.
“What do you think, princess?” he said slyly. “Do you want Daddy to round up six of his friends so you can be like Snow White?”
“No!” wailed Christine, pressing her head against her Daddy’s shoulder and hugging him tight. “Only you can touch me, Daddy!”
“That’s right,” he agreed. “Only Daddy can make you feel good, baby girl. You remember that.”
He went back to the story book.
Snow White lived happily with the men for many months, but she could not help missing her daddy. No matter how hard they fucked her, none of their cocks was as perfect as her daddy’s had been. Every day she cooked their meals, scrubbed their dishes and cleaned their clothes while they went out to work. Snow White didn’t have any clothes, because the brothers didn’t let her leave the house. They had to keep her safe from the evil stepmother.
But the evil stepmother discovered that she was still alive when she once again asked her magic mirror who the best cock sucker in the land was, and the mirror replied, ‘Snow White’. The evil queen disguised herself as an old woman, and searched the kingdom for Snow White. She eventually knocked on the front door of the house one day when the brothers were in work. Snow White’s chain let her answer the door, so she opened it.
‘Can I offer you hair ribbons, my dear?’, the queen asked.
‘No, because the brothers like it loose so they can pull it,’ Snow White explained.
‘Can I offer you candy, my dear?’ the queen asked.
‘No, because the brothers do not let me eat sweet things like candy,’ Snow White explained.
‘Would you like one of my toys, my dear?’ the queen asked.
‘Oh,’ said Snow White. ‘What do you have?’
The queen offered her a pretty ball gag, and Snow White looked at it with interest.
‘How does it work?’ she asked, and the queen buckled it around Snow White’s head.
However, as soon as she did so, the magic on the gag took effect, and Snow White swallowed the ball! It cut off her breath, and she fell to the ground, unconscious. The evil queen took the rest of the gag off and ran away, thinking that Snow White was dead.
When the brothers returned home from the mine, they found Snow White laying on the floor by the doorway. They too thought she was dead, and they were all very sad. They bought her a crystal coffin, and put it outside their home in a clearing of the forest, to show the world their beautiful fucktoy and how much they loved her.
The crystal coffin was magic; it trapped a moment in time, preserving Snow White’s beauty as she lay, unconscious , inside. All the inhabitants of the forest came to look at the pretty fucktoy who had died so sadly, and to share their sorrow with the brothers.
One day, the king came riding by the brothers’ house and he spotted the crystal coffin. He was curious about the box, and looked inside. When he saw his little girl, he let out an awful cry. He had been looking for her ever since she disappeared, and now it looked like he was too late.
“I don’t like this part, Daddy,” Christine whispered. “It’s sad.”
“Don’t worry, baby girl,” he whispered back. “There’s always a happy ending.”
The king pushed aside the lid of the glass coffin and took his little girl in his arms. He couldn’t bear not to give her one last kiss from her Daddy. But, as he did so, something strange happened! When he moved his little girl, he dislodged the magic ball in her throat! Snow White was able to take a breath of air, and another.
When the king saw his little girl come to life in his arms, he was overjoyed with happiness. Snow White told her Daddy what had happened to her, and he promised that he would take revenge on his evil wife.
When they got back to the castle the evil queen was amazed to see Snow White alive, and screamed at the huntsman who was supposed to have killed her. The king was angry that they had attacked his little girl, and ordered them both to be executed. Their heads were chopped off by the sharpest axes in the castle, snicker-snack, snicker-snack.
The king thanked the seven brothers for looking after his little girl, and rewarded them with seven fucktoys, one for each of them. They had their pick of the castle fucktoys, and they all went away happy with their gifts.
The king and his little girl lived happily ever after.
“That was a happy ending,” Christine agreed.
“I wouldn’t let any nasty old queen take you away from me, baby girl,” her Daddy promised, and they spent a long time kissing happily in the chair. As they kissed, Daddy ran his hands over Christine’s body, sliding them up between her legs.
“Spread your legs, baby girl,” he muttered as he sucked on her earlobe. “Let Daddy play with those pretty panties of yours.”
Christine obediently spread her legs, and her Daddy’s long fingers rubbed firmly over her happy spot, making her leak more moisture into her already damp panties. After a few minutes of rubbing, he slipped his fingers underneath the waistband of her panties, and parted her folds with his fingers.
“What’s this?” he said angrily, surprising Christine.
“Daddy? What’s the matter?” she asked.
“Why can I feel hair on your pussy, Christine?” he demanded. “Everybody knows little girls have smooth pussies for their Daddy to play with. Stand up.”
Christine scrambled to her feet, her mind racing. This was unscripted. Up until now, everything had gone according to her plan. But Len was obviously settling into his role as Daddy, and it was time to hand the reins over to him for the night. He had never commented on her pubic hair before; Christine kept herself neat and tidy down there, but had never shaved or waxed herself bald. He didn’t seem to have a preference, so the topic had never come up. But now his little girl had unwanted hair, and it seemed that he was angling to remove it. She considered briefly, then gave a mental shrug. Alright. What the hell.
“Bend over,” he snapped, and she bent at the waist and touched the floor, displaying her panties again.
His fingers hooked into the waistband and tugged them down her legs, leaving them puddle around her ankles. His fingers ran through the folds of her pussy again, and slid backwards, up the crack in her ass.
“Oh Christine,” he sighed heavily, sounding disappointed. “Not only have you got a hairy pussy, but you aren’t wearing your plug!”
“I’m sorry, Daddy!” she wailed, enjoying the chance to beg and squirm. He prodded her asshole and she yelped.
“Not even lubed,” he said disparagingly. “Really Christine, I’m going to have to punish you for this.”
“I’m sorry,” she sniffed, but all she got was a tsk of disapproval.
“Saying you’re sorry won’t get you out of your punishment, missy” he said fiercely. “Stand up straight. Step out of your panties.”
As she did as she was instructed, he moved towards the storage closet where they kept their locked toybox. She heard him rummage about in it, then return to the armchair.
“Come over here,” he commanded, patting his leg. “Over my knee.”
“Please don’t spank me Daddy,” she begged as she arranged herself in the position he preferred; ass pointed high in the air, palms of her hands on the floor. If she moved her hands to cover herself, that was another twenty swats. Wriggling was allowed, if he was in a lenient mood. Somehow, Christine didn’t think she would get away with that tonight.
“So pretty,” he sighed, smoothing the palm of his hand over the pale skin of her naked behind, cupping first one ass cheek, and then another. “Smooth and luscious, just like a peach.”
The first slap came out of nowhere, hard and fast. This wasn’t a warm-up tap, this was the real deal. Christine’s yelp of pain and surprise was genuine.
“They’ll be like two cherries when I’m finished,” he promised grimly, and set about living up to his word.
Time and time again his hand rose and fell, cracking hard against the soft flesh of Christine’s ass. He peppered the entire area with hard smacks, leaving no inch of skin unpunished. He focused his attention on one spot for ten or twelve hearty spanks, and just when the pain left Christine writhing and gasping, he switched his attention to another spot and inflicted the same amount of agony there. She was crying with the pain, and begging him to stop, but he was indifferent to her pleas.
“If you don’t stop whining, I’ll gag you,” he warned.
Christine sucked in a few gasps of air, and tried to control herself, but then he focused his attention on the tender skin just under the curve of her ass. That was where you felt the spanking the next day, when you tried to sit down, and she jerked in his grip as she tried to avoid the onslaught.
“Please Daddy, I’m sorry, I’ll be a good girl,” she sobbed, but all that did was irritate him.
“I warned you,” he said roughly, then he grabbed her jaw with his powerful hand. He pushed her folded up panties into her mouth to serve as a gag, then slapped a strip of adhesive polymer over the top of it, effectively sealing her mouth until he decided to unpeel it.
She glared at him, outraged, but he just grinned and winked at her.
This was retaliation for lunchtime, she realised with a sinking sensation in her stomach as she was manhandled into a different position. She was swung sideways, so her legs folded behind her and came up either side of his head. Her ass was directly over his lap, but her head pointed downwards between his legs. This afforded him much better access, and he took the opportunity to practice his two-handed spanking technique.
The gag was a good idea; she raged and pounded her fists against the floor, but he did not stop the relentless blows to her ass. She cried bitter tears, but all he did was laugh at her predicament. She finally gave up her resistance and lay there passively, moaning and sobbing through her makeshift gag as the stinging slaps landed on her upturned ass.
“There,” he said gently. “That’s a good girl, Christine. Don’t fight it.”
He continued the spanking for another few minutes as she shivered and shook beneath his hands, her sobs tailing off to quiet whimpers. Her ass felt like it was on fire, and she knew that unless he gave her some painkillers that evening, she wasn’t going to be able to lie on her back or sit at a duty station all day tomorrow.
“All done,” he said eventually. “Just keep still, Christine. I need to put your plug in.”
Christine obediently lay still, sprawled across his lap. She had been wearing the little butt plugs a lot recently, as he gently introduced the idea of anal sex to her. She knew that he had always been enthusiastic about the prospect, but she had never tried it before and was a bit wary. Len was a well endowed man, and every medical student and nursing student had seen examples of lacerations and tearing because of badly prepared anal sex. The plugs were very small, and provided a sense of fullness when Len pushed inside her normal channel. He said that she felt tighter when he fucked her when she was wearing it, too. She was beginning to look favorably on the plugs, so she knew that it wouldn’t be too long before she was ready to try other anal activities.
She felt the cool drip of the lubricant drizzle down the crack of her ass as Len applied it liberally. ‘Too much is not quite enough’ was his motto, and she was glad of it. She felt the gentle press of the rubber plug against her asshole and she breathed in deeply through her nostrils as the familiar burning sensation started as she stretched around the unfamiliar object. Only this time, the sensation was quite different as the plug wasn’t one of the very small training plugs he had bought, but one of the larger ones that had made her blanch when she first caught sight of it.
In her position draped downwards over his lap, there was nothing she could do to stop the slide of the plug deep within her. She moaned through her mouth full of panties, and he chuckled.
“Nothing to worry about,” he said soothingly. “You’re just being a brave girl for Daddy, and wearing a big-girl plug.”
He lifted Christine back into a sitting position and she moaned loudly as her full, sore ass came into contact with his lap.
“If I take your gag off, do you promise to be a good girl for Daddy?” he asked, and she nodded, rubbing at her teary face with the back of her hand. Her face felt hot and itchy, and she was sure that she looked red and blotchy, and not at all attractive.
He gently peeled back the polymer, and pulled the panties out of her mouth.
“There,” he said. “Almost done.”
“A..almost?” she asked, her breath still coming in little hitches.
“You’ve still got hair where there shouldn’t be,” he said in a disapproving tone. “But don’t worry. We’ll soon sort that out. Go get a towel from the closet, and lay it on the floor. Lay on your back, and hitch your pretty dress up over your hips.”
Christine struggled to her feet and winced as she limped over to the closet. Walking with the larger plug in was an unusual sensation. As she followed her instructions, her Daddy disappeared into the bathroom, only to reappear a few minutes later with a bowl of warm water, some face cloths and his old-fashioned shaving kit. Most men preferred to use one of the modern sonic shavers as there was no risk of accidental cuts to the skin, but her Daddy was old fashioned and shaved the way his great-granddaddy had, with a sharp razor and shaving foam.
“Since you couldn’t be bothered to make yourself presentable for your Daddy, it’s up to me to do it for you,” he told her. He knelt between her spread legs, and dampened a cloth in the water before dabbing it over her pussy. He massaged shaving foam into the hair there, and began to make slow, methodical passes with the razor. Christine held her breath; she had watched her Daddy shave many times, and his hands were always steady and sure. But it was different when he was holding a sharp blade next to her most vulnerable area! He was taking his time and shaving her slowly, occasionally moving her body to allow him complete access to every part of her pussy.
When he had finished shaving her, he dabbed away all the shaving foam and massaged a sweet-smelling oil into her skin.
“There,” he said, obviously pleased with himself. “Your ass is a nice shade of red, your plug is in and you’ve got no nasty hair to spoil Daddy’s view of your sweet little pussy. Do you want to see what you look like?”
“Yes please, Daddy,” Christine said meekly, and he helped her up from her position on the floor. He walked her over the to the full-length mirror that hung on her wall and lifted her skirt and petticoats to reveal her newly-shaven pussy.
“All soft and smooth,” her Daddy said, happy with his handiwork as he palmed her and slipped a finger up inside her slick channel. “Just like a little girl should be. Turn around sweetheart, and look at your ass.”
Christine dutifully turned around and twisted her head to catch a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her ass cheeks were still scarlet, and the flared base of the rubber plug sat neatly between her cheeks.
“Pretty as a picture,” her Daddy said, content. “Give me a kiss, baby girl.”
His arms wrapped around her, strong and tight, and Christine gladly gave herself up to them. They kissed happily for a while, and Christine could feel her Daddy’s hard cock pressing into her thigh. She ran a hand over it, as she had earlier that evening.
“Can I suck you now Daddy?” she pleaded, and he nodded.
“Slowly,” he cautioned, and she sank to her knees and unfastened his fly. She reached inside and brought his long, thick cock out and immediately began to press butterfly kisses to the length of it.
“Oh, I love your cock, Daddy,” she said breathlessly, pressing kisses to the underside, and running her tongue along the length of it, before sucking the head into her mouth.
It was Daddy’s turn to moan now as she went to work on his cock, nibbling, kissing and sucking as she stroked the base with her hand. She felt his hands clamp down on her head as he began to rock into her mouth, his strokes getting progressively deeper as he began to fuck her mouth in earnest. After listening to her choke on his cock for a while, he pulled out, leaving a long sticky trail of spit and pre-cum to fall from her mouth.
“On the bed,” he ordered. “Hands and knees.”
Christine scrambled to obey him, the plug in her ass making her walk awkwardly as she stumbled towards the bed. She had barely settled herself in position before her Daddy stepped behind her, put his hands on her hips and thrust his long, wet cock into her pussy. The force of his thrust caused her to let out a brief yell; as his hips slapped against her ass, the pug was forced a little deeper into her, which made her tighten the muscles in the walls of her pussy around his cock. That made him grunt and thrust in harder, which set the whole situation off again. Daddy wasn’t gentle with his baby girl; he held onto her tight, and pounded away, making her wail and keen nonsense words in a high-pitched tone.
“I want you to come around my cock,” he ground out. “I want your smooth little girl pussy to squirt all over it, do you hear me, baby girl? Come for Daddy, come on. Come for Daddy.”
He lifted one of her legs in the air suddenly, exposing her clit and pussy from a different angle, and he punctuated each of his last few words with hard thrusts and quick slaps to her clit.
Christine’s orgasm hit with the force of a neutron star collapsing. Pleasure radiated through her body from her clit outwards, causing her arms to collapse and for her to be able to do nothing but shudder and gasp for breath for a few moments. As she lay helpless and gasping beneath him, her Daddy quickly tugged on the base of her plug and pulled it from her body. Before she could register the action, his cock, slippery with her saliva, vaginal fluid and a hasty application of lube, slid home into her ass.
She could do nothing but squeak slightly at the unfamiliar sensation, but her Daddy let out a long moan that reverberated around the room. He pulled out a little, then thrust back inside again. He repeated the movements until he was pounding away at her ass almost as hard as he had pounded her pussy. In a daze, Christine reached back and rubbed at her clit with spit-slicked fingers. The pleasurable thrusting in her ass, combined with clit stimulation was enough to send her over into another orgasm, and as the muscles in her pussy and ass tightened up with the force of it, the squeezing was enough to give her Daddy the release he had been fighting ever since her mouth had slid confidently up and down the length of his cock.
He grunted loudly as his hot semen splashed inside her, and she shivered as she felt it trickle into new places. Her Daddy slumped down over her for a few moments as he recovered from the force of his orgasm, then he carefully pulled out of her.
Christine lay sprawled on the bed as he staggered over to the bathroom. She heard the taps run as he stripped his uniform off and throw it onto the floor. She knew she should be annoyed that he didn’t use the hamper, but it was hard to worry about things like that when you had your lover’s cum trickling out of your ass. He reappeared with another bowl of warm water and some towels, and she lay peacefully as he carefully cleaned her up and patted her sore ass dry. She felt his fingers press gently into her asshole and she winced at the sensation as he checked to see that she was undamaged.
“You’re gonna be sore tomorrow,” he said eventually as he rubbed a soothing gel into her ass.
“It was worth it,” she yawned.
He helped her into a sitting position, smirking as she winced when her bare ass cheeks bore the brunt of her weight. He knelt at her feet to unbuckle her shoes and slip her socks off, then he unfastened her dress and lifted it over her head. Christine tried to stand up and deal with her clothes, but he gently pushed her back onto the mattress.
“I’ll do that,” he said authoritatively, so she let him. When he had finished hanging up her dress, he returned and rubbed another layer of cooing gel into her aching ass.
“I can give you something from my kit if it’s very bad,” he said apologetically.
“It’s fine,” Christine said around a yawn. “The gel is working, and if it still hurts tomorrow I’ll take a painkiller then.”
“Alright,” he agreed, pulling her under the covers and pulling their bodies into their usual sleeping position.
They were silent for a while, and Christine was on the point of drifting off to sleep when he said quietly,
“Thank you for tonight, Christine. I don’t think that I would ever have had the courage to tell you that I wanted to play like that.”
“You’re welcome,” Christine replied sleepily. “I’m just glad that I read your signals right. I was a bit worried that I’d got it wrong and you’d think I was sick in the head.”
He laughed darkly.
“Then you know how I feel,” he said, a hint of bitterness in his voice.
“Hey, hey, none of that,” Christine said softly. “All this is just harmless fun. We both know that. Nothing we do in private has any bearing on us in public.”
He kissed her again, but this wasn’t a kiss of dominance, but one of somebody seeking reassurance. She gave it to him, stroking his hair gently and murmuring sweet words of love in his ear until his muscles started to lose their tension and he relaxed into her embrace.
“I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you,” he told her seriously. She returned the sentiment, his words filling her with a sweet joy that carried her off to sleep, and gave her pleasant dreams.
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Author:trek_bdsm
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: McCoy/Chapel
Warnings: Consensual sexual domination and submission, age play, toys
Word count: 6454
Summary: Christine decides to give McCoy what he's been too scared to ask for.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to their respective owners and copyright holders, clearly not to me. The characters may practice elements of BDSM that do not fall under the category of "safe sex". I assume you're not stupid, but in the spirit of a vague disclaimer being nobody's friend, I'll spell it out: I practice safe, sane and consensual BDSM in my real life; the characters in my fic may not. I do not condone unsafe sex in real life in any form, and any idiot that copies verbatim anything they read off the internet deserves the embarrassing trip to the hospital that will inevitably follow.
Golden rule, folks; if you're not sure about it, don't stick it up there.
Comes after One Small Step, Good Girl, Just What The Doctor Ordered and Take A Deep Breath, And Another, Part One and Part Two.
Hours later, she took one last look at herself in the mirror and nodded satisfied. She had pulled her blonde, shoulder-length hair up into two neat pigtails, and dressed each bouncy pigtail with a jaunty red ribbon tied in a bow. Small hairpins, fashioned to look like cherries, kept any stray locks of hair neatly pinned back. She’d painted her face carefully with cosmetics, eschewing her usual red lipstick for a more innocent pink, achieving the unusual feat of looking natural and innocent by using a variety of products. She didn’t bother with a bra (little girls didn’t need them, after all), but she’d stitched lace across the back of a pair of pale pink cotton panties in neat rows, so when she bent over the frills could be seen underneath the layers of stiff net petticoats that made the baby blue skirt of the dress stick out from her body. Little white ankle socks, with more lace stitched carefully around the edge of the opening, completed the look, along with a pair of shiny black mary-janes that were very similar to her own childhood shoes.
She’d piled some props in the main living area of their cabin; some coloring books and pencils, some brightly colored books that had innocent, child-friendly covers that masked some deliciously dirty reading material inside. On a whim, she’d also replicated some alphabet blocks, and had arranged them to spell out a crude invitation to her Daddy in bright, primary colors.
The sound of the door to their cabin opening and closing brought her from her reverie. She listened hard at the door of the bathroom, and caught a tell-tale intake of breath. She hovered in the doorway to the bathroom, unsure as to whether she should sail out and start the proceedings herself, or wait for Len to take charge. There was a fine line between instigating a game, and topping from the bottom, and she knew that Len wouldn’t appreciate that at all. As it turned out, she didn’t need to prevaricate for very long.
“Baby girl!” Len hollered from the other room. “Get out here. Daddy’s home.”
She hurriedly wiped the smile from her face and stepped shyly out from the doorway. Her lover’s face was the very picture of lust, and a small knot of tension that had been sitting in her stomach started to dissipate. She had read the signs correctly; she had got it right.
“Come over here into the light, darlin’, let Daddy see the pretty dress you’ve got on,” he said gruffly, holding out his hand to her.
She walked slowly across the room, pausing a few steps away from him. She tugged the ends of the skirt in a girlish manner, and shuffled from one foot to the other under his scrutiny.
“Do you like it, Daddy?” she asked breathlessly, feeling his gaze on her like it was a tangible thing, burning its way down her body.
“Turn around, baby girl, slowly,” he cautioned. “Let Daddy see all of you.”
He held her hand up in the air, and she pirouetted slowly, letting his hot gaze take in the long, exposed length of leg, the masses of stiff petticoats and the sweet little socks and shoes.
“Well, aren’t you just a pretty little princess,” he marvelled, his voice husky with desire. “And what about your panties, baby girl? Are you going to show Daddy your pretty panties?”
Christine turned, and gracefully bent over, the palms of her hands touching the carpeted floor of the cabin easily.
“See what I can do, Daddy?” she asked, looking up at him from between her legs.
“You’re very clever,” he assured her, reaching out to stroke her ass gently, fingering the lace she had carefully stitched to her pink panties. “Stand back up now, there’s a good girl.”
Christine stood up and faced him again, settling her ridiculous skirts.
“Will you tell me a story, Daddy?” Christine asked, taking him by the hand and leading him to an armchair in the corner of the room. “I brought out some of my story books for you to choose from.”
“Alright,” he said agreeably, letting himself be seated in the chair. “Show me your books.”
“I have Cinderella,” Christine offered, showing a book that housed a copy of a particularly lurid retelling of the tale for a distinctly adult audience. “Or Rapunzel, or I have Snow White.”
“Snow White, I think,” Daddy decided, and Christine selected the volume and presented it to him from her position kneeling on the floor.
“Up on my lap, there’s a good girl,” he ordered, and she scrambled to obey. Once she was seated comfortably, with one of his arms wrapped around her, he opened the book and began to read. He was clearly expecting a traditional fairy tale; he barely kept the surprise from his voice as he encountered page after page of purest pornography.
Once upon a time, in a country far, far away, there lived a princess called Snow White. She lived in a castle with her father, the king, and she loved her daddy very much indeed. She loved her daddy so much that she would sleep every night in his bed, and there was nothing that Snow White enjoyed most as when her daddy would tug up her nightgown and give her goodnight kisses all over her body.
At this point there was a fine illustration of a naked teenage girl being enthusiastically groped by an older man, who was sucking one of her nipples into his mouth.
“Look Daddy,” Christine said happily, “he kisses his little girl like you kiss me.”
“Kiss me now,” Daddy ordered, and she was happy to oblige.
But one day the king decided that he wanted a wife, and Snow White was too young to get married. So the king found a wife, and she did not want Snow White to sleep in the king’s bed anymore. Poor Snow White had to sleep all by herself in her own bed, without any of her Daddy’s kisses to keep her warm.
Another illustration, this time of the naked girl stretched out in another bed, rubbing at her clit and crying.
“Poor Snow White,” Christine sighed. “No Daddy to make her feel nice.”
“Mmm,” agreed Daddy, flipping the page eagerly.
But Snow White had grown used to her Daddy showing her how much he loved her, and they would meet secretly in parts of the castle. Her Daddy didn’t have a lot of time, as being king is a hard job, so he couldn’t always kiss her like he used to. In fact, sometimes, Snow White didn’t have time to take off her clothes before her Daddy put his hard cock in her little pussy. This used to make Snow White upset, and she would complain to her Daddy. But Daddies don’t like little girls that whine and complain, and the king would put Snow White across his knee and give her backside lots and lots of hard slaps.
Together, they studied the next illustration of a red-faced king swinging his hand down onto the reddened backside of Snow White, who had her face screwed up in pain.
“Let that be a lesson to you, baby girl,” Daddy said with a hitch in his voice. “Don’t talk back to your Daddy, or I’ll turn your ass red.”
“I’ll be good, Daddy, I promise,” lied Christine. Contrary to popular belief, good girls didn’t have nearly as much fun as bad ones did.
One day, Snow White’s step-mother was looking into her magic mirror. She asked, ‘Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the best cock-sucker of all?’
The queen was expecting her mirror to reply that she was the best cock-sucker in the land, but instead the mirror replied ‘Snow White is the best cock sucker of all.’
The queen was furious, and demanded to be shown proof of this. So the glass in the magic mirror rippled and revealed Snow White on her knees In front of her Daddy, with his cock pushed so far down her throat she was choking on its thick length. She gasped for air as her Daddy pulled his cock out of her throat, then whimpered as he thrust it straight back in again.
“Mmm,” sighed Christine, letting her head rest on Daddy’s shoulder. “I love it when I have your cock in my throat Daddy.”
“You’re a good little cock sucker,” her Daddy agreed, petting her hair.
“Can I suck your cock now, Daddy?” Christine begged, letting one of her hands rest on the hardness tenting her Daddy’s uniform pants. She began to rub it slowly, the way she knew made him very happy.
“Later,” Daddy said sternly. “If you’ve been a good girl.”
Christine sighed, and put her head back on her Daddy’s shoulder. He cleared his throat, and picked up the story.
Once the queen discovered that the king and Snow White were still making each other happy, she wanted Snow White dead. She ordered a huntsman to take the princess into the forest and kill her. But when the huntsman saw Snow White’s soft, dark hair and pale, white skin, he knew that he could never kill such a lovely creature. Instead, he bartered with Snow White; he would spare her life, if he could fuck her.
Snow White agreed, because being fucked, even by a stranger, was better than being killed. The huntsman wasn’t as gentle as Daddy; he pushed Snow White to the ground, and tore her dress to get at her pretty little titties. Once he had his hands on her titties, he used his big, strong hands to squeeze them and slap them until Snow White started to cry with the pain. The huntsman liked it when Snow White cried, so he ripped off the rest of her dress. The king didn’t like for Snow White to wear panties, and the huntsman approved as well. It meant that he didn’t have to bother taking them off Snow White.
“You won’t rip my dress, will you Daddy?” Christine interrupted, concerned.
“No, baby girl, I won’t rip your pretty dress,” he promised, chuckling. He continued to read aloud.
The huntsman turned Snow White onto her stomach, then pulled her up onto her hands and knees. He pushed into her tight little pussy with one mighty stroke, and fucked her very hard indeed. It was painful for Snow White, and she cried a lot, but she had promised the huntsman he could fuck her, and fuck her he did.
When he had finished filling Snow White with all his cum, the huntsman did up his pants and left her, alone and crying on the forest floor. Her dress had been torn to shreds, and she had nothing to wear. She started to walk through the forest, cold and afraid. The sharp stones on the floor hurt her feet, and the fierce wind made the tree branches whip her pale skin.
Christine shuddered at the mention of the whipping, and she nestled closer to her Daddy.
“You don’t like the idea of whips, do you baby girl?” he said quietly, rubbing her leg in a comforting gesture.
“No,” said Christine with feeling. “Look at the picture, Daddy! Snow White doesn’t like it either!”
The illustration showed the girl with cruel red marks adorning her pale skin as she stumbled through the forest, naked and shivering with cold. Tears created track marks down her dirty face, and she looked utterly miserable. The artist had even captured the trickle of semen running down her inner thigh.
Through the gloom of the forest night, Snow White saw a light up ahead. She walked towards it, and found a small house that looked warm and comfortable. She knocked on the door, and it was answered by a man.
‘Please help me sir,’ she begged.
The man felt sorry for her, and invited her into the house. To Snow White’s surprise, she found that he shared it with not one, nor two, or even three of his brothers, but with six of them! They worked in a gold mine in the forest, and they all lived in the same house. But Snow White could see that seven men living together created a lot of housework. There were piles of soiled clothes and mountains of dirty dishes. The seven men were also lonely, because none of them had wives, and they worked too hard to find and woo them.
Snow White explained her predicament, and the brothers soon offered her a job working as their maid and fucktoy. They would keep her safe and warm, well fed and protected from her evil stepmother. In return, Snow White would cook their food, wash their clothes, tidy their house and keep their beds warm at night. As there were seven brothers, each one would have Snow White for one day a week.
Snow White was very grateful to the brothers for their kindness, and agreed to their generous offer. To celebrate, she sucked the cock of every brother, starting with the eldest and finishing with the youngest. Some of the brothers liked her to swallow their cum; others liked to paint her skin with it. By the time she had finished blowing the seventh brother, poor Snow White’s jaw ached and ached.
But as the brothers had not seen a woman in many years, they were hard again very quickly. This time they each fucked her pussy. Some fucked her gently, laying on top of her, kissing her face. Others fucked her harder, bending her over the dining table among the dirty dishes. One preferred to have Snow White sit on his lap and bounce up and down on his cock. By now, poor Snow White’s pussy ached and ached. But still the men became hard again.
This time, each of the men squeezed their big cocks into her tiny little asshole. When the first brother fucked her there, she screamed in pain as he had not used enough lubricant on her poor ass. But as each brother came in her ass, her little hole got bigger and bigger, and all the cum left there by the brothers helped them fit.
The brothers decided that Snow White was going to be an excellent fucktoy, as she had made them all very happy that evening. One of them found a collar in a closet, and another found a long length of chain. The attached the collar to the chain, and fixed the chain to the wall. The chain was long enough to let Snow White go anywhere in the house and the back yard, but not any further. The brothers explained that this would keep Snow White safe, so she agreed to put it on.
They paused in the story to admire the illustration of the sweat-slickened, cum-drenched naked girl with a thick metal collar around her neck. Semen dripped from both her holes, and some of the brothers were rubbing their cocks speculatively. Round four seemed imminent for the exhausted girl.
“My collars are prettier than hers,” Christine sniffed, and her Daddy laughed.
“What do you think, princess?” he said slyly. “Do you want Daddy to round up six of his friends so you can be like Snow White?”
“No!” wailed Christine, pressing her head against her Daddy’s shoulder and hugging him tight. “Only you can touch me, Daddy!”
“That’s right,” he agreed. “Only Daddy can make you feel good, baby girl. You remember that.”
He went back to the story book.
Snow White lived happily with the men for many months, but she could not help missing her daddy. No matter how hard they fucked her, none of their cocks was as perfect as her daddy’s had been. Every day she cooked their meals, scrubbed their dishes and cleaned their clothes while they went out to work. Snow White didn’t have any clothes, because the brothers didn’t let her leave the house. They had to keep her safe from the evil stepmother.
But the evil stepmother discovered that she was still alive when she once again asked her magic mirror who the best cock sucker in the land was, and the mirror replied, ‘Snow White’. The evil queen disguised herself as an old woman, and searched the kingdom for Snow White. She eventually knocked on the front door of the house one day when the brothers were in work. Snow White’s chain let her answer the door, so she opened it.
‘Can I offer you hair ribbons, my dear?’, the queen asked.
‘No, because the brothers like it loose so they can pull it,’ Snow White explained.
‘Can I offer you candy, my dear?’ the queen asked.
‘No, because the brothers do not let me eat sweet things like candy,’ Snow White explained.
‘Would you like one of my toys, my dear?’ the queen asked.
‘Oh,’ said Snow White. ‘What do you have?’
The queen offered her a pretty ball gag, and Snow White looked at it with interest.
‘How does it work?’ she asked, and the queen buckled it around Snow White’s head.
However, as soon as she did so, the magic on the gag took effect, and Snow White swallowed the ball! It cut off her breath, and she fell to the ground, unconscious. The evil queen took the rest of the gag off and ran away, thinking that Snow White was dead.
When the brothers returned home from the mine, they found Snow White laying on the floor by the doorway. They too thought she was dead, and they were all very sad. They bought her a crystal coffin, and put it outside their home in a clearing of the forest, to show the world their beautiful fucktoy and how much they loved her.
The crystal coffin was magic; it trapped a moment in time, preserving Snow White’s beauty as she lay, unconscious , inside. All the inhabitants of the forest came to look at the pretty fucktoy who had died so sadly, and to share their sorrow with the brothers.
One day, the king came riding by the brothers’ house and he spotted the crystal coffin. He was curious about the box, and looked inside. When he saw his little girl, he let out an awful cry. He had been looking for her ever since she disappeared, and now it looked like he was too late.
“I don’t like this part, Daddy,” Christine whispered. “It’s sad.”
“Don’t worry, baby girl,” he whispered back. “There’s always a happy ending.”
The king pushed aside the lid of the glass coffin and took his little girl in his arms. He couldn’t bear not to give her one last kiss from her Daddy. But, as he did so, something strange happened! When he moved his little girl, he dislodged the magic ball in her throat! Snow White was able to take a breath of air, and another.
When the king saw his little girl come to life in his arms, he was overjoyed with happiness. Snow White told her Daddy what had happened to her, and he promised that he would take revenge on his evil wife.
When they got back to the castle the evil queen was amazed to see Snow White alive, and screamed at the huntsman who was supposed to have killed her. The king was angry that they had attacked his little girl, and ordered them both to be executed. Their heads were chopped off by the sharpest axes in the castle, snicker-snack, snicker-snack.
The king thanked the seven brothers for looking after his little girl, and rewarded them with seven fucktoys, one for each of them. They had their pick of the castle fucktoys, and they all went away happy with their gifts.
The king and his little girl lived happily ever after.
“That was a happy ending,” Christine agreed.
“I wouldn’t let any nasty old queen take you away from me, baby girl,” her Daddy promised, and they spent a long time kissing happily in the chair. As they kissed, Daddy ran his hands over Christine’s body, sliding them up between her legs.
“Spread your legs, baby girl,” he muttered as he sucked on her earlobe. “Let Daddy play with those pretty panties of yours.”
Christine obediently spread her legs, and her Daddy’s long fingers rubbed firmly over her happy spot, making her leak more moisture into her already damp panties. After a few minutes of rubbing, he slipped his fingers underneath the waistband of her panties, and parted her folds with his fingers.
“What’s this?” he said angrily, surprising Christine.
“Daddy? What’s the matter?” she asked.
“Why can I feel hair on your pussy, Christine?” he demanded. “Everybody knows little girls have smooth pussies for their Daddy to play with. Stand up.”
Christine scrambled to her feet, her mind racing. This was unscripted. Up until now, everything had gone according to her plan. But Len was obviously settling into his role as Daddy, and it was time to hand the reins over to him for the night. He had never commented on her pubic hair before; Christine kept herself neat and tidy down there, but had never shaved or waxed herself bald. He didn’t seem to have a preference, so the topic had never come up. But now his little girl had unwanted hair, and it seemed that he was angling to remove it. She considered briefly, then gave a mental shrug. Alright. What the hell.
“Bend over,” he snapped, and she bent at the waist and touched the floor, displaying her panties again.
His fingers hooked into the waistband and tugged them down her legs, leaving them puddle around her ankles. His fingers ran through the folds of her pussy again, and slid backwards, up the crack in her ass.
“Oh Christine,” he sighed heavily, sounding disappointed. “Not only have you got a hairy pussy, but you aren’t wearing your plug!”
“I’m sorry, Daddy!” she wailed, enjoying the chance to beg and squirm. He prodded her asshole and she yelped.
“Not even lubed,” he said disparagingly. “Really Christine, I’m going to have to punish you for this.”
“I’m sorry,” she sniffed, but all she got was a tsk of disapproval.
“Saying you’re sorry won’t get you out of your punishment, missy” he said fiercely. “Stand up straight. Step out of your panties.”
As she did as she was instructed, he moved towards the storage closet where they kept their locked toybox. She heard him rummage about in it, then return to the armchair.
“Come over here,” he commanded, patting his leg. “Over my knee.”
“Please don’t spank me Daddy,” she begged as she arranged herself in the position he preferred; ass pointed high in the air, palms of her hands on the floor. If she moved her hands to cover herself, that was another twenty swats. Wriggling was allowed, if he was in a lenient mood. Somehow, Christine didn’t think she would get away with that tonight.
“So pretty,” he sighed, smoothing the palm of his hand over the pale skin of her naked behind, cupping first one ass cheek, and then another. “Smooth and luscious, just like a peach.”
The first slap came out of nowhere, hard and fast. This wasn’t a warm-up tap, this was the real deal. Christine’s yelp of pain and surprise was genuine.
“They’ll be like two cherries when I’m finished,” he promised grimly, and set about living up to his word.
Time and time again his hand rose and fell, cracking hard against the soft flesh of Christine’s ass. He peppered the entire area with hard smacks, leaving no inch of skin unpunished. He focused his attention on one spot for ten or twelve hearty spanks, and just when the pain left Christine writhing and gasping, he switched his attention to another spot and inflicted the same amount of agony there. She was crying with the pain, and begging him to stop, but he was indifferent to her pleas.
“If you don’t stop whining, I’ll gag you,” he warned.
Christine sucked in a few gasps of air, and tried to control herself, but then he focused his attention on the tender skin just under the curve of her ass. That was where you felt the spanking the next day, when you tried to sit down, and she jerked in his grip as she tried to avoid the onslaught.
“Please Daddy, I’m sorry, I’ll be a good girl,” she sobbed, but all that did was irritate him.
“I warned you,” he said roughly, then he grabbed her jaw with his powerful hand. He pushed her folded up panties into her mouth to serve as a gag, then slapped a strip of adhesive polymer over the top of it, effectively sealing her mouth until he decided to unpeel it.
She glared at him, outraged, but he just grinned and winked at her.
This was retaliation for lunchtime, she realised with a sinking sensation in her stomach as she was manhandled into a different position. She was swung sideways, so her legs folded behind her and came up either side of his head. Her ass was directly over his lap, but her head pointed downwards between his legs. This afforded him much better access, and he took the opportunity to practice his two-handed spanking technique.
The gag was a good idea; she raged and pounded her fists against the floor, but he did not stop the relentless blows to her ass. She cried bitter tears, but all he did was laugh at her predicament. She finally gave up her resistance and lay there passively, moaning and sobbing through her makeshift gag as the stinging slaps landed on her upturned ass.
“There,” he said gently. “That’s a good girl, Christine. Don’t fight it.”
He continued the spanking for another few minutes as she shivered and shook beneath his hands, her sobs tailing off to quiet whimpers. Her ass felt like it was on fire, and she knew that unless he gave her some painkillers that evening, she wasn’t going to be able to lie on her back or sit at a duty station all day tomorrow.
“All done,” he said eventually. “Just keep still, Christine. I need to put your plug in.”
Christine obediently lay still, sprawled across his lap. She had been wearing the little butt plugs a lot recently, as he gently introduced the idea of anal sex to her. She knew that he had always been enthusiastic about the prospect, but she had never tried it before and was a bit wary. Len was a well endowed man, and every medical student and nursing student had seen examples of lacerations and tearing because of badly prepared anal sex. The plugs were very small, and provided a sense of fullness when Len pushed inside her normal channel. He said that she felt tighter when he fucked her when she was wearing it, too. She was beginning to look favorably on the plugs, so she knew that it wouldn’t be too long before she was ready to try other anal activities.
She felt the cool drip of the lubricant drizzle down the crack of her ass as Len applied it liberally. ‘Too much is not quite enough’ was his motto, and she was glad of it. She felt the gentle press of the rubber plug against her asshole and she breathed in deeply through her nostrils as the familiar burning sensation started as she stretched around the unfamiliar object. Only this time, the sensation was quite different as the plug wasn’t one of the very small training plugs he had bought, but one of the larger ones that had made her blanch when she first caught sight of it.
In her position draped downwards over his lap, there was nothing she could do to stop the slide of the plug deep within her. She moaned through her mouth full of panties, and he chuckled.
“Nothing to worry about,” he said soothingly. “You’re just being a brave girl for Daddy, and wearing a big-girl plug.”
He lifted Christine back into a sitting position and she moaned loudly as her full, sore ass came into contact with his lap.
“If I take your gag off, do you promise to be a good girl for Daddy?” he asked, and she nodded, rubbing at her teary face with the back of her hand. Her face felt hot and itchy, and she was sure that she looked red and blotchy, and not at all attractive.
He gently peeled back the polymer, and pulled the panties out of her mouth.
“There,” he said. “Almost done.”
“A..almost?” she asked, her breath still coming in little hitches.
“You’ve still got hair where there shouldn’t be,” he said in a disapproving tone. “But don’t worry. We’ll soon sort that out. Go get a towel from the closet, and lay it on the floor. Lay on your back, and hitch your pretty dress up over your hips.”
Christine struggled to her feet and winced as she limped over to the closet. Walking with the larger plug in was an unusual sensation. As she followed her instructions, her Daddy disappeared into the bathroom, only to reappear a few minutes later with a bowl of warm water, some face cloths and his old-fashioned shaving kit. Most men preferred to use one of the modern sonic shavers as there was no risk of accidental cuts to the skin, but her Daddy was old fashioned and shaved the way his great-granddaddy had, with a sharp razor and shaving foam.
“Since you couldn’t be bothered to make yourself presentable for your Daddy, it’s up to me to do it for you,” he told her. He knelt between her spread legs, and dampened a cloth in the water before dabbing it over her pussy. He massaged shaving foam into the hair there, and began to make slow, methodical passes with the razor. Christine held her breath; she had watched her Daddy shave many times, and his hands were always steady and sure. But it was different when he was holding a sharp blade next to her most vulnerable area! He was taking his time and shaving her slowly, occasionally moving her body to allow him complete access to every part of her pussy.
When he had finished shaving her, he dabbed away all the shaving foam and massaged a sweet-smelling oil into her skin.
“There,” he said, obviously pleased with himself. “Your ass is a nice shade of red, your plug is in and you’ve got no nasty hair to spoil Daddy’s view of your sweet little pussy. Do you want to see what you look like?”
“Yes please, Daddy,” Christine said meekly, and he helped her up from her position on the floor. He walked her over the to the full-length mirror that hung on her wall and lifted her skirt and petticoats to reveal her newly-shaven pussy.
“All soft and smooth,” her Daddy said, happy with his handiwork as he palmed her and slipped a finger up inside her slick channel. “Just like a little girl should be. Turn around sweetheart, and look at your ass.”
Christine dutifully turned around and twisted her head to catch a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her ass cheeks were still scarlet, and the flared base of the rubber plug sat neatly between her cheeks.
“Pretty as a picture,” her Daddy said, content. “Give me a kiss, baby girl.”
His arms wrapped around her, strong and tight, and Christine gladly gave herself up to them. They kissed happily for a while, and Christine could feel her Daddy’s hard cock pressing into her thigh. She ran a hand over it, as she had earlier that evening.
“Can I suck you now Daddy?” she pleaded, and he nodded.
“Slowly,” he cautioned, and she sank to her knees and unfastened his fly. She reached inside and brought his long, thick cock out and immediately began to press butterfly kisses to the length of it.
“Oh, I love your cock, Daddy,” she said breathlessly, pressing kisses to the underside, and running her tongue along the length of it, before sucking the head into her mouth.
It was Daddy’s turn to moan now as she went to work on his cock, nibbling, kissing and sucking as she stroked the base with her hand. She felt his hands clamp down on her head as he began to rock into her mouth, his strokes getting progressively deeper as he began to fuck her mouth in earnest. After listening to her choke on his cock for a while, he pulled out, leaving a long sticky trail of spit and pre-cum to fall from her mouth.
“On the bed,” he ordered. “Hands and knees.”
Christine scrambled to obey him, the plug in her ass making her walk awkwardly as she stumbled towards the bed. She had barely settled herself in position before her Daddy stepped behind her, put his hands on her hips and thrust his long, wet cock into her pussy. The force of his thrust caused her to let out a brief yell; as his hips slapped against her ass, the pug was forced a little deeper into her, which made her tighten the muscles in the walls of her pussy around his cock. That made him grunt and thrust in harder, which set the whole situation off again. Daddy wasn’t gentle with his baby girl; he held onto her tight, and pounded away, making her wail and keen nonsense words in a high-pitched tone.
“I want you to come around my cock,” he ground out. “I want your smooth little girl pussy to squirt all over it, do you hear me, baby girl? Come for Daddy, come on. Come for Daddy.”
He lifted one of her legs in the air suddenly, exposing her clit and pussy from a different angle, and he punctuated each of his last few words with hard thrusts and quick slaps to her clit.
Christine’s orgasm hit with the force of a neutron star collapsing. Pleasure radiated through her body from her clit outwards, causing her arms to collapse and for her to be able to do nothing but shudder and gasp for breath for a few moments. As she lay helpless and gasping beneath him, her Daddy quickly tugged on the base of her plug and pulled it from her body. Before she could register the action, his cock, slippery with her saliva, vaginal fluid and a hasty application of lube, slid home into her ass.
She could do nothing but squeak slightly at the unfamiliar sensation, but her Daddy let out a long moan that reverberated around the room. He pulled out a little, then thrust back inside again. He repeated the movements until he was pounding away at her ass almost as hard as he had pounded her pussy. In a daze, Christine reached back and rubbed at her clit with spit-slicked fingers. The pleasurable thrusting in her ass, combined with clit stimulation was enough to send her over into another orgasm, and as the muscles in her pussy and ass tightened up with the force of it, the squeezing was enough to give her Daddy the release he had been fighting ever since her mouth had slid confidently up and down the length of his cock.
He grunted loudly as his hot semen splashed inside her, and she shivered as she felt it trickle into new places. Her Daddy slumped down over her for a few moments as he recovered from the force of his orgasm, then he carefully pulled out of her.
Christine lay sprawled on the bed as he staggered over to the bathroom. She heard the taps run as he stripped his uniform off and throw it onto the floor. She knew she should be annoyed that he didn’t use the hamper, but it was hard to worry about things like that when you had your lover’s cum trickling out of your ass. He reappeared with another bowl of warm water and some towels, and she lay peacefully as he carefully cleaned her up and patted her sore ass dry. She felt his fingers press gently into her asshole and she winced at the sensation as he checked to see that she was undamaged.
“You’re gonna be sore tomorrow,” he said eventually as he rubbed a soothing gel into her ass.
“It was worth it,” she yawned.
He helped her into a sitting position, smirking as she winced when her bare ass cheeks bore the brunt of her weight. He knelt at her feet to unbuckle her shoes and slip her socks off, then he unfastened her dress and lifted it over her head. Christine tried to stand up and deal with her clothes, but he gently pushed her back onto the mattress.
“I’ll do that,” he said authoritatively, so she let him. When he had finished hanging up her dress, he returned and rubbed another layer of cooing gel into her aching ass.
“I can give you something from my kit if it’s very bad,” he said apologetically.
“It’s fine,” Christine said around a yawn. “The gel is working, and if it still hurts tomorrow I’ll take a painkiller then.”
“Alright,” he agreed, pulling her under the covers and pulling their bodies into their usual sleeping position.
They were silent for a while, and Christine was on the point of drifting off to sleep when he said quietly,
“Thank you for tonight, Christine. I don’t think that I would ever have had the courage to tell you that I wanted to play like that.”
“You’re welcome,” Christine replied sleepily. “I’m just glad that I read your signals right. I was a bit worried that I’d got it wrong and you’d think I was sick in the head.”
He laughed darkly.
“Then you know how I feel,” he said, a hint of bitterness in his voice.
“Hey, hey, none of that,” Christine said softly. “All this is just harmless fun. We both know that. Nothing we do in private has any bearing on us in public.”
He kissed her again, but this wasn’t a kiss of dominance, but one of somebody seeking reassurance. She gave it to him, stroking his hair gently and murmuring sweet words of love in his ear until his muscles started to lose their tension and he relaxed into her embrace.
“I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you,” he told her seriously. She returned the sentiment, his words filling her with a sweet joy that carried her off to sleep, and gave her pleasant dreams.
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