Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 61508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
“F-five!” I screamed, my voice raw and breaking. “Th-thank you, Daddy! Please… please, may I have another?”
I barely had time to catch my breath before the paddle whistled through the air again. The impact sent shockwaves of agony rippling through my body. I arched my back, pressing my forehead against the cool concrete as I fought to stay in position.
“S-six!” I sobbed, tears streaming down my cheeks. “Thank you, Daddy. Please… may I have another?”
My bottom felt like it was on fire, the skin tight and throbbing. Each breath sent fresh waves of pain coursing through me. Yet beneath the agony, I felt an undeniable heat building between my thighs. The thought of Daddy Daniel fucking me once my bottom was sufficiently sore sent a jolt of arousal straight to my pussy.
I heard Miss Frieda’s heels on the concrete as she approached. “Shall I take that paddle, Mr. O’Hara?” she asked, her voice cool and professional. “I have lube here for you, too. I recommend not using too much, so that Amy understands you’re disciplining her.”
My mind reeled, trying to process Miss Frieda’s words and the implications of what was about to happen. The idea of anal sex as a form of discipline sent a confusing mix of fear, shame, and unwanted arousal coursing through my body. I squeezed my eyes shut, pressing my forehead against the cool concrete as I tried to steady my breathing.
Zoe’s cries echoed from her cell, a cacophony of pain and pleasure that made my stomach churn. “Oh God, Daddy!” she wailed. “It hurts so good… please don’t stop!”
I felt Daddy Daniel’s large hands grip my hips, pulling them back and angling my bottom up. The movement stretched my paddled flesh, reigniting the fiery sting and making me whimper. His fingers ghosted over my tender skin, tracing the welts left by the paddle.
“Such a pretty shade of red,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “But I think we can make it even prettier once I’m buried deep in this tight little hole.”
I heard the snap of a cap opening, and then the cool sensation of lube being spread around my puckered entrance. Daddy Daniel’s finger circled my anus, applying gentle pressure but not yet breaching me. My body tensed involuntarily, clenching against the intrusion.
“Relax, Amy,” he cooed, his free hand rubbing soothing circles on my lower back. “Show your new friends how good a girl you can be for your daddy.”
“Yes, girls,” I heard Miss Frieda declare. “Play close attention to what’s happening to Zoe’s and Amy’s bottoms. Several other daddies have booked stays in the guesthouse beginning this evening. You’ll have their cocks in your own bottoms soon.”
I heard one of the unseen, naked bad girls in their row behind us let out a little sound, somewhere between fear and disbelief. At the same time, I heard Daddy Daniel unzip his fly.
“Jenna?” Miss Frieda said. “Do you have some problem with the idea of obedience? Or with receiving the consequences of your actions?”
“No, Miss Frieda,” I heard Jenna say in a tiny voice.
“Turn around and touch your toes,” the trainer said, her voice severe.
I let out a sob, then, because Daddy Daniel had accompanied my mental image of pretty, red-haired Jenna bending before Miss Frieda with the pressure of the head of his cock against my tiny, untried anus.
“Let me in, bad girl,” he murmured, bending over to place his lips against my ear. “A naughty girl like you knows how to do this, I’m sure.”
CHAPTER 8
Amy
My face blazed like the sun. A strangled whimper escaped my throat as I felt the blunt insistence of Daddy Daniel’s cock against my virgin asshole. My body tensed instinctively, clenching against the intrusion.
“Relax, Amy,” Daddy Daniel murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “Push out, like you’re going to the bathroom. Your body knows what to do.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, mortified by his crude instructions but desperate to obey. Taking a shaky breath, I bore down, feeling my muscles loosen slightly. Daddy Daniel took advantage immediately, pressing forward with steady, inexorable pressure.
A burning stretch bloomed as the head of his cock breached my tight ring of muscle. I cried out, my fingers scrabbling against the concrete wall for purchase.
“That’s it,” Daddy Daniel praised, his voice strained. “Take it like a good girl.”
Behind us, I heard the sharp crack of Miss Frieda’s strap connecting with flesh, followed by Jenna’s yelp of pain. The sound sent an involuntary shudder through me, causing my muscles to clench around Daddy Daniel’s invading cock.
He groaned, his hips jerking forward slightly. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he growled.
Inch by agonizing inch, Daddy Daniel worked his thick shaft into my virgin asshole. The stretch burned, a deep ache that radiated through my core. Tears streamed down my face—of discomfort, of arousal, of mortification.
As Daddy Daniel’s cock stretched me, the sharp slaps of Miss Frieda’s strap against Jenna’s upturned bottom fell into a rhythm. Each crack made me flinch, clenching involuntarily around the huge intrusion in my ass.