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“Good girl. Now push back for me.”

“Daddy, it’s been a long time.” I’d loved anal play in college, but I couldn’t remember the last time something had been inside my ass, and that plug was scary-huge.

“Good to know. I’ll go slow.” I felt him shift, and when his touch returned to my ass, it wasn’t the plug, but his finger. “I’ll have to stretch you out before you’re able to take the plug. That’s okay, we have time.” He trailed his finger down to my pussy and shoved it inside.

“Ah!” I yelled in surprise.

“You’re so wet we shouldn’t need lube, but remember you have a safeword if this becomes too much.”

It wouldn’t become too much. I knew that much. Bas knew my mind and body better than anyone on this planet. This punishment might suck, but he would never harm me. I was safe. I was more than safe, I was happy. Happier than I had been for years.

Fuck.

Chapter Fourteen

Bas

Rent-A-Daddy, I tried to remind myself. I was supposed to be providing a service, and I was taking liberties I definitely shouldn’t be taking, and that I had sworn after last week I wouldn’t take again. Liberties I absolutely wouldn’t be taking with any other client. Who was I fucking kidding? This wasn’t any client. It was Nyla. My Nyla.

There was a war between my head and my heart as I listened to her little noises while I finger-fucked her ass. She wiggled and squirmed on my lap as I forced her to submit. She couldn’t fool me, though. She loved this and I would have been lying if I said I didn’t. It took every ounce of control I had not to trample the fake boundaries we’d established, then re-established, and take her the way I knew we both wanted. I couldn’t. Not yet.

Once I felt the muscles begin to relax, I added a second finger. I silently wished I’d chosen a smaller plug, but she’d be able to take it once she was primed and ready. It wasn’t supposed to be easy; it was a punishment, after all.

After a few minutes her body began to slacken over my lap like I was giving her a massage. She was the only submissive I’d ever played with who could reach subspace with this kind of attention, but I wasn’t going to allow that tonight. It was time.

I picked up the plug and recoated it in her juices before pressing it against her puckered opening. She took a surprised breath and I smiled. My sadistic side loved catching her off guard.

“Lift your bottom nice and high for Daddy, little girl. It’s time to take your naughty plug deep into your ass,” I narrated for her, knowing it would add a little humiliation for her to hear what was about to happen before I did it.

Her little whimpers as she obeyed my dictates fueled my soul. I pushed the plug into her at an agonizingly slow pace. Nyla opened and closed her hands, her knuckles turning white as she made a tight fist. She panted and mewled as her muscles stretched when she was forced to take the full girth of the plug.

“This is the widest part,” I informed her, holding the plug in place. “How does it feel to have your bottom stretched so wide?”

She shook her head.

“I asked you a question, little girl.” I wiggled the plug to urge her to comply.

“It hurts!” she cried.

“I’m sure it's not pleasant. Why is it that you need this naughty plug torturing your bottom hole?”

“Because I’m not in charge… Daddy, please,” she begged.

“That’s right, you’re not in charge, but since you asked so nicely…” I pushed the plug inside, giving her a slight reprieve from the pressure, but it was wide and would be a constant discomfort during her spanking. I planned to keep her plugged often as a reminder of her place, but not with one so big. This one was strictly for short-term use during a punishment.

Once it was seated, I patted Nyla’s bottom. “Now it’s time for your spanking. This is the last part of your punishment tonight.”

“Tonight? There’s more?” She whipped her head around to look at me and I smiled.

“There will be some repercussions for your actions today that will help you remember that you have rules and guidelines and a daddy who is paying attention when you don’t follow them, but you can relax. After this your punishment is over.”

“Yes, Daddy.” I could see the questions on her face when I spoke about the future. I had the same ones, but tonight wasn’t the time to discuss the answers.

“Now correct me if my memory is failing me, but I seem to remember that the best way to get to a naughty Nyla’s brain is with a thick rubber paddle applied liberally to her sit spots.”

“That was a long time ago.”

“Yes, I’m aware your tolerance isn’t what it used to be, but I figure it’s like riding a bike. Once your body figures out what's going on, you’ll be back to yourself in no time,” I teased, knowing it would indeed take a while to build her up to where she had been, but I also knew she needed me to push her.

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