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)
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, my voice barely audible even in the hushed room. “I know what it means.”
Daddy Daniel’s grip tightened slightly, a reminder of his control. “And what is that, Amy? Tell me.”
I licked my lips nervously, feeling heat rise in my cheeks as I formed the words. “It means… it means I can only be fucked with a very sore bottom, Daddy.”
A low chuckle rippled through the assembled daddies, sending a shiver down my spine. Daddy Daniel’s eyes narrowed slightly, his expression stern. “Louder, Amy. I want everyone to hear you say it.”
Drawing a shaky breath, I raised my voice, forcing the words past the lump in my throat. “It means I can only be fucked with a very sore bottom, Daddy!”
My declaration echoed in the ornate room, bouncing off the mirrored walls and coming back to me, as if the very space itself was mocking my admission. I felt my face flush hot with shame and arousal, the conflicting emotions swirling within me like a tempest.
Daddy Daniel nodded, a hint of approval in his eyes. “That’s right, Amy. And it’s time we reminded you of that fact.” He turned to address the other daddies, his voice carrying easily through the room. “Gentlemen, would you be so kind as to help me prepare our bad girl for her evening? I think she needs to be strapped to the spanking bench so I can get her ready for your cocks.”
CHAPTER 24
Amy
A chorus of eager agreement filled the air. I turned my head over my shoulder to see the six daddies rise from their chairs, their bathrobes falling open to reveal their impressive physiques. They approached me with predatory grace, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.
Strong hands gripped my arms, lifting me effortlessly to my feet. I gasped as I felt myself being carried the short distance toward the imposing spanking bench in the center of the semicircle. The plug in my bottom shifted with each movement, sending jolts of sensation straight to my pussy.
They positioned me carefully over the padded leather surface. My skin’s heat seemed all the greater against the smooth, cool top of the bench. Daddy Victor and Daddy Reggie took charge of my arms, stretching them out in front of me and securing my wrists with the sturdy leather cuffs.
Daddy Kwame and Daddy William grabbed my ankles, spreading my legs wide and fastening them to the lower part of the bench. Daddy Tom and Daddy Lawrence fastened the heavy belt across my back. The humiliating position raised my bottom high and pushed it back, offering it to anyone behind me. I whimpered softly at the touch of moving air on my pussy and my anus, stretched around the horrid plug, the sheer fabric of my nightgown only making me feel more exposed.
“Look at how her cunt is already glistening,” Daddy Tom chuckled, his hand coming to rest on the small of my back. “I can see it through the lace, even. Such an eager little slut you’ve got here, Daniel.”
I felt my cheeks burn with shame at his words, even as a fresh wave of arousal coursed through me. The leather straps bit into my skin as I couldn’t help testing my bonds, finding myself completely immobilized.
I sensed Daddy Daniel’s footsteps moving behind me, the muffled sound sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine. I felt his presence looming over me, his warmth radiating against my exposed skin. His large hand came to rest on my upturned bottom. The touch sent sparks of electricity through my body.
“Such a beautiful sight,” Daddy Daniel murmured, his voice low and husky. “My bad girl, all trussed up and ready for punishment.”
His fingers traced the curve of my ass, following the line where flesh met lace. I whimpered softly as he reached the base of the plug, still firmly lodged inside me. The pressure of his touch made the plug shift slightly, sending a jolt of sensation through my core.
“This plug has been reminding you all day of who you belong to, hasn’t it, Amy?” Daddy Daniel asked, his fingers circling the base teasingly.
“Yes, Daddy,” I gasped, my voice muffled against the leather of the bench.
“And now,” he continued, his grip tightening on the base of the plug, “it’s time to remove it so these other daddies can use you properly.”
I felt the plug begin to move, the gradual widening as Daddy Daniel slowly pulled it out. The sensation was intense, a mixture of relief and loss as my body struggled to adjust. I couldn’t help the low moan that escaped my lips as the widest part stretched me open once more.
“I’ll take that,” I heard Miss Frieda’s cool voice say, and a new flush of shame traveled my body as I heard her take the humiliating thing away. I felt lewdly empty, as if my most intimate place had truly been taken away from me and readied for cock, given to my daddy to use and to share as he chose.