Page 25 of Little Bits of Daddy (Montana Daddies)

“Wh-what?” She settled back on her side and stared up at him incredulously. He set her snack down on the bedside table, then handed her the bottle of water. Then he drew the blankets back, ignoring the way she tried to grab them and tsked as he studied her bottom.

“That is a very sore looking bottom.”

“What do you mean, wash it out?”

He grinned down at her. “I think you know exactly what I mean. Now, normally you might think that a potty mouth would get your mouth washed out. But putting soap in your mouth can make you ill so I won’t use that. However, washing out your bottom, I believe, could work just as well if not better.”

“Are you talking about giving me an enema?” she squeaked.

“I knew you’d get it.”

“No. No way. Never happening.” She shook her head frantically.

He sat on the bed facing her. She scooted back, over the pillow behind her. Whether to give him more room or because she was worried he might grab her and commence with the enema, he wasn’t sure. He got rid of the pillows, throwing them to the bottom of the bed.

“Never say never, little darling. But just to be safe, you might want to watch your language, huh?”

“If you hadn’t turned my bottom into a hot poker, I wouldn’t have been swearing.”

“It’s no excuse,” he told her sternly. “And Kent told me you’ve been swearing quite a bit lately. Now drink some water. I want to see most of it gone and at least half of that food eaten by the time I get back.”

He stood.

“Wait. Where are you going?” She reached out to grab his hand.

He grinned at her. “This talk of pokers just reminded me. Some new anal plugs arrived the day before I left and I didn’t even get to play with them.”

She groaned as he walked out the door.

Her butt hurt.

Like really hurt. She couldn’t even really concentrate on watchingBeauty and the Beastand it was one of her favorite movies of all time. She lay on her side on the couch, her head resting in Clint’s lap. He’d been amazingly attentive since she’d woken from her nap.

After she’d drunk and eaten enough to satisfy him, he’d had her lie on her side, then curl her legs up into her chest in the fetal position so he could massage some lube into her ass. Then he’d slowly pushed a different plug inside her. This plug had been far bigger than the one she’d taken earlier. And she’d taken great delight in complaining until he’d offered to get that enema ready for her. He’d just been teasing about that though. She hoped.

She shifted around, trying to find a comfier spot. Her bottom throbbed and clenched around the foreign invader inside her. She still wasn’t sure about taking him there.

“Okay, that’s the third time you’ve yawned in the last ten minutes, little one.” Clint turned off the television.

“Hey, the movie wasn’t finished.”

“You’ve seen it a million times, baby,” he said as he slid out from under her. He pulled off the blanket he’d placed over her, she was dressed just in one of his t-shirts, which came down nearly to her knees. He crouched and picked her up in his arms, cradling her against his chest.

“I don’t wanna go to bed.” She wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her up to the bedroom. “I get lonely there by myself.”

“Who said you’re going to be there by yourself?”

Happiness filled her and she pressed her thighs together as her clit throbbed. Clint never went to bed this early.

“Does this mean I get to come?” she asked.

He chuckled. “Poor darling, are you horny? Do you need to me to fuck you? To suck on your nipples? To tease your swollen little clit?”

“Yes,” she groaned. “I need it all.”

“Hmm, I’m not sure I should though. Not when you’ve been spanked and paddled today.”

“Please, I need you so bad. It hurts.”

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