Page 16 of Little Bits of Daddy (Montana Daddies)

“Because naughty girls don’t get to come. You know that.”

She did. She’d just hoped he might have forgotten or decided to ignore that rule this one time.

Fat chance.

His fingers withdrew and she gave a groan that was a mix of relief and regret. She wanted more. Yet she didn’t know if she could take it. She tensed as she felt him spread her cheeks again. Something cold and solid pressed against her back hole.

Two sharp smacks landed on her ass. “I already warned you against tensing up, little girl.”

“S-sorry.”

“This plug is bigger than any of the others, but you’re going to accept it like a good girl and after I’ve seated it fully inside you, you’re going to thank Daddy for plugging you.”

She groaned at his words. Damn it. But she tried her best to relax. Her ass burned as he pushed the plug past the tight ring of muscle.

“No, it’s too big!”

He patted her bottom gently. “It’s slightly smaller than me, and I’m going to take this ass very soon.”

Oh God. Oh God. If this plug was still smaller than him then how the hell would she take him without being torn apart?

He paused for a minute. “All right, baby girl?”

She wanted to scream that no, she wasn’t. That she needed him to take it out. Instead, she paused and took stock. The pain was fading, morphing into a deeper ache. She didn’t know why she liked a little pain with her pleasure, but she did. Clint had reassured her time and again that there was nothing weird or wrong about her needs.

“I’m okay,” she told him. She wanted to do this for him. To take him inside her.

“That’s my good girl,” he told her in a warm voice, rubbing his hand up and down her bottom.

“Although I’d feel better if you were touching my clit,” she quickly added. Why hadn’t she thought of saying that earlier?

“I just told you that there’s no pleasure for you,” he warned in a deep voice. “Do you really think that you could stop yourself from coming if I was playing with your clit?”

“No,” she told him. Drat. So much for that.

He continued to push the plug inside her. Now that the burn was fading, she found herself loving the feeling of being full back there. Clint finally seated the plug deep and gave it a twist. She groaned as waves of arousal flooded her body.

“Don’t you look so beautiful with the plug seated in your bottom? You’re getting thirty with my hand. I won’t make you count them as this is going to be quick.”

Thirty? Quick? Oh my God.

“Daddy, please don’t. I’m sorry.”

He rubbed her bottom. “So am I, baby. Because I know that you’ve got more coming to you soon and this spanking will just make it harder on you. But I need to know you’re telling me the truth. All the time. No matter what we’re talking about.”

She sniffled slightly, feeling sorry for herself. “I didn’t want you to think I needed a nap. You just got back. I want to spend time with you.”

“I want the same thing, little darling.” He moved, lying beside her and giving her a soft kiss. “But you know honesty is important. Especially when it comes to your health.”

“Yes, Daddy. I know.”

“Good. Thirty.” He scooted back off the bed and stood to one side of her. She took in a deep breath in anticipation. She didn’thave to wait long. His hand landed with a hard, sharp crack. She cried out.

Holy shit. He was not mucking around.

Clint hated causing her pain.He’d much rather be climbing in that bath, playing with her, teasing her, then making love to her. But he had to trust that she was telling him the truth. He couldn’t allow any lies between them.

He smacked her ass, concentrating his spanks in the fullest part of her buttocks. He knew the plug would add an extra layer of sensation as she clenched around it. He moved his hand lower, counting out the spanks in his head. Her bottom quickly turned pink and her cries filled the room.

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