Page 41 of Big Daddy Sheriff

“Save it, little girl. We’re just getting started. Now bend over.”

Without further protest, she did as told, putting her hands on the arm rest and arching her back so that her naked cheeks were in the right position.

The right position for Daddy’s belt.

She yelped more as the belt made contact once again, bringing with it a jarring, searing pain that nearly took her breath away. Quinn didn’t give her very long to recover before unleashing a volley of spanks that had her shuffling on her feet as a deep-rooted pain set in. Her whimpers turned into sobs. Hot tears clouded her vision and streaked down her face.

The spanking seemed to last an eternity. In reality, it was only about two minutes. That was plenty long, though. By the time it ended, Alyssa’s bottom was a raging inferno. It would be some time before the fire died down to embers.

But the discipline was just getting started.

“Come here, honey,” Quinn said, taking her by the elbow and guiding her until she was positioned on his lap while he sat on the couch. “Do you understand why Daddy spanked you?”

“Because I said nasty things about myself,” Alyssa answered.

“That’s right. And you even doubled down on them, right before the spanking, with that little comment about your bottom,” he said. He held her close and kissed the top of her head. “Honey, Daddy can’t let you say such awful things. The more you say them, the more you’ll believe them. This is rooted deep within you, and I want to help. We need to break these negative patterns.” He kissed her again and held her tightly against him while she continued to cry. He felt his shirt growing damp from her flowing tears. “I want you to think about what got you here. I want you to remember it. Maybe if you reflect on it, you won’t make the same mistake in the future. Now, this won’t be pleasant, but I believe it’s necessary.”

Alyssa’s heart rate increased as a nervousness seized her. What did Daddy have in mind?

“What’s g-going on?”

He helped her off his lap and stood. “You’re about to see.”

He took her by the hand and led her toward their bedroom.

“Come on, honey. Let’s go get the butt plug.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

“Daddy! Yeow!” Alyssa cried.

She was completely naked, lying on her stomach atop the bed. With one hand, Daddy had her bottom cheeks spread apart while his lubricated finger invaded her tight, puckered hole.

“Just relax. Loosen up those muscles,” Quinn said in a patient tone.

“It… hurts… Daddy.” The strained words were filtered through gritted teeth.

He ignored her pleas and continued to wiggle his finger around, making sure to spread the jelly liberally until he felt she was ready.

She breathed a sigh of relief when he retracted his finger.

That relief would be short-lived, she realized, as Daddy guided her up to look at what he held.

The thing wasn’t too long and had a narrow tip before flaring out into a thicker middle. It then had a skinny portion that ended at a T-bar top. With shaking fingers, she reached out and touched the pink silicone, thankful it was kind of soft.

“This might hurt a little. At first. But it won’t last long.” He leaned over, kissed her forehead and then lips, and continued.“Don’t worry, honey. Pain isn’t the goal. You’ll feel this, though, and that’s a good thing. I want it to serve as a reminder of what you did and how you can behave better in the future. Now, lay on your back. Lift your legs. Like I’m putting a diaper on you.”

As embarrassing as a diaper would be, Alyssa wished that was what was taking place.

She was an anal virgin. Could she handle this? How long would Daddy make her wear it?

It took her a few moments, but she complied, and soon she was lying there as she awaited her fate.

“Spread your legs,” Quinn instructed her as he applied lubricant to the tip of the plug.

Alyssa did so with a whimper.

She’d never felt so exposed in all her life.

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