Page 42 of Big Daddy Sheriff

“Oh, gosh!” she cried as the tip bumped against her forbidden hole. “Daddy,” she whispered.

Her fists grabbed handfuls of the comforter beneath her, her body going rigid, as the plug penetrated her.

“Take deep breaths, little girl. That’s it. You’re doing so good. Daddy’s proud of you.”

The plug kept sliding upward, causing Alyssa to cry even more. She was thankful when shefinallyfelt the T-bar rest against her.

“That’s it. You did good, honey. Give yourself a minute to get used to it.”

Alyssa slowly relaxed as her body adjusted to the foreign object’s intrusion. Okay, this wasn’t so bad. It wasn’t good. But it didn’t hurt. It just felt… weird.

“Stand up. I want you to walk around for a moment and see how it feels,” Quinn said.

Alyssa did as told, but kept her gaze cast downward the entire time, unable to match Quinn’s gaze.

She walked a bit stiffly and bow-legged. It was perhaps the most bizarre sensation she’d ever experienced.

Well, if Quinn wanted a way to grab her attention and make her think about her naughty behavior, he’d sure found it. She’d think about it with each damned step she took.

“How long, Daddy?” she whined.

“I’ll tell you when, honey. But we’ll start with about an hour. During that time, you’ve lost clothing privileges, too.”

Alyssa thought of protesting but decided she was in enough trouble as it was. There was no sense in making it worse.

She felt a bit better when Daddy took her into his arms and hugged her tightly, gently swaying.

“You’re a good girl, honey. You just made some bad choices. Can you be a big girl for Daddy and make better decisions next time?”

“Yes, Daddy. I promise.”

He kissed the top of her head and patted her bottom.

“Daddy loves you.”

“Oh, Daddy. I love you, too. So, so much.”

Despite all she was enduring, the statement was absolutely true.

And there was nowhere else she’d rather be than right there with Daddy.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

The night of the big sleepover rolled around, and Quinn could tell Alyssa was bursting with excitement as they arrived at Grace’s house.

He chuckled as he watched her practically skip out of his pickup and up to the front door.

“Slow down,” he called. “You’ll trip and hurt yourself.”

“Sorry!” she yelled back, though she barely heeded his warning.

Once they got inside the house, the girls’ excitement only ratcheted up even more.

“I can’t believe this is your first time here!” Grace said. “Want to see my treehouse? Daddy built it just for me.”

The girls hurried to the backyard… if you could call it that.

There was no fence and the property didn’t have a clear end, but there wasn’t another house anywhere close. There was a little bit of a clearing just off the deck, but after that, it was nothing but towering trees as far as the eye could see.

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