Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 53081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Isla gasped at the vulnerability she felt from that simple action.
“That’s my good girl,” her Daddy said in a much softer tone as he set a hand on her bottom and patted her several times over the plug.
She whimpered.
“You read the chapter in the book. You know what Daddy is going to do next.”
She had read it, and the thought that he was going to emulate that scene made her pussy drip onto the bed. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
He twisted the plug several times, making her hyper-aware of every nerve ending in her bottom. Next, he pressed against it, pushing it in a fraction deeper before pulling on it just slightly until she lifted her head off the mattress, unbelievably aroused from the pressure against the tight ring of muscles. He held the plug just right so she felt every bit of the resistance without pulling hard enough to dislodge it.
Isla wasn’t surprised. After all, this was exactly what the Daddy had done in the book. Caesar had obviously read the scene closely.
She finally took a full breath and lowered her head onto her forearms when he let go of the plug.
“I’m going to swat your bottom now, gently, at first, and then harder. I want you to focus on how the plug feels inside your bottom with every swat. Ignore the sting of my palm and pay attention to the fact that Daddy wants you to be aware of what it feels like to submit so deeply that even the inside of your bottom is mine.”
She licked her lips. “Yes, Sir.” Everything he said was laced with sex and promise. Was he going to end this scene without letting her come? He’d told her before that only good-girl spankings ended in orgasm. Was this spanking a naughty-girl spanking?
Isla thought back on that section of the book and remembered that the Daddy had fingered the Little girl to orgasm in the end. Maybe Caesar would do the same for her…? Or maybe when he’d said he would imitate the scene, he’d only been talking about the spanking part.
The first swat took her by surprise, landing right over the top of the plug. It vibrated inside her, making her tense.
“Relax your bottom, Little Fish.”
She tried not to clench her butt cheeks, but it was hard. The next spank landed more on one cheek than the other, but he still included the plug, and she moaned.
It was difficult to focus on the inside of her rectum instead of the sting of his palm, but she did it because he’d told her to. As he continued to swat her, his palm moving around her heated skin, her body relaxed into the rhythm. Her breathing evened out as she let her mind wander to her submission and how good it felt to turn herself over to her Daddy.
When he paused to check on her, his palm pressed against the base of the plug while his lips came close to her ear. “You doing okay, Isla?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.
“How does it feel?”
“So good,” she admitted. “I’m kind of floating.”
“That’s normal, Little Fish. It’s called subspace. It’s euphoric. A lot of submissives experience it during some form of impact play. Relax deeper into the mattress.”
She obeyed him, feeling like she was literally sinking through the bed. She was so relaxed that his next slaps nearly brought her to orgasm. How was it possible that she might come from a spanking? She knew the answer. It was because her Daddy was controlling how she felt. He’d done so with the power of suggestion by ordering her to focus on the inside walls of her bottom.
Suddenly, he increased the pace, raining a volley of swats right over the plug.
Isla lifted her head, cried out, and came so fast she didn’t have time to tell him or stop it. She prayed he wouldn’t be mad at her for coming during a spanking without permission.
Panting and unable to move, all Isla could focus on, as the waves of pleasure waned, was how her Daddy was rubbing her bottom and whispering sweet words in her ear. “Such a good girl. So proud of you. Take what you need, Little Fish.”
She was limp against the bed, eyes closed, lips parted, still breathing heavily as her Daddy gently removed the plug. She didn’t resist him. Instead, she relaxed the tight ring of muscles.
“Gorgeous,” he praised. “Don’t move.” He disappeared for a minute, probably to wash the plug, and then he was back. After gently rolling her over, he lifted her into his arms.
She whimpered. “Too tired, Daddy.”
He kissed her temple. “You need to potty and brush your teeth, and then you can sleep.”
She pushed her lower lip out because she didn’t want to do either of those things. She just wanted to sleep.
Her Daddy made it easy, though. He held her steady while she peed, wiped her, washed her hands, and then brushed her teeth for her. By the time he tucked her under the covers with Nado, she was smiling.