Page 15 of A Bad Girl's Needs

I felt Daddy Daniel’s large hands grip my hips, pulling them back and angling my bottom up. The movement stretched my paddled flesh, reigniting the fiery sting and making me whimper. His fingers ghosted over my tender skin, tracing the welts left by the paddle.

“Such a pretty shade of red,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “But I think we can make it even prettier once I’m buried deep in this tight little hole.”

I heard the snap of a cap opening, and then the cool sensation of lube being spread around my puckered entrance. Daddy Daniel’s finger circled my anus, applying gentle pressure but not yet breaching me. My body tensed involuntarily, clenching against the intrusion.

“Relax, Amy,” he cooed, his free hand rubbing soothing circles on my lower back. “Show your new friends how good a girl you can be for your daddy.”

“Yes, girls,” I heard Miss Frieda declare. “Play close attention to what’s happening to Zoe’s and Amy’s bottoms. Several other daddies have booked stays in the guesthouse beginning this evening. You’ll have their cocks in your own bottoms soon.”

I heard one of the unseen, naked bad girls in their row behind us let out a little sound, somewhere between fear and disbelief. At the same time, I heard Daddy Daniel unzip his fly.

“Jenna?” Miss Frieda said. “Do you have some problem with the idea of obedience? Or with receiving the consequences of your actions?”

“No, Miss Frieda,” I heard Jenna say in a tiny voice.

“Turn around and touch your toes,” the trainer said, her voice severe.

I let out a sob, then, because Daddy Daniel had accompanied my mental image of pretty, red-haired Jenna bending before Miss Frieda with the pressure of the head of his cock against my tiny, untried anus.

“Let me in, bad girl,” he murmured, bending over to place his lips against my ear. “A naughty girl like you knows how to do this, I’m sure.”

CHAPTER 8

Amy

My face blazed like the sun. A strangled whimper escaped my throat as I felt the blunt insistence of Daddy Daniel’s cock against my virgin asshole. My body tensed instinctively, clenching against the intrusion.

“Relax, Amy,” Daddy Daniel murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “Push out, like you’re going to the bathroom. Your body knows what to do.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, mortified by his crude instructions but desperate to obey. Taking a shaky breath, I bore down, feeling my muscles loosen slightly. Daddy Daniel took advantage immediately, pressing forward with steady, inexorable pressure.

A burning stretch bloomed as the head of his cock breached my tight ring of muscle. I cried out, my fingers scrabbling against the concrete wall for purchase.

“That’s it,” Daddy Daniel praised, his voice strained. “Take it like a good girl.”

Behind us, I heard the sharp crack of Miss Frieda’s strap connecting with flesh, followed by Jenna’s yelp of pain. The sound sent an involuntary shudder through me, causing my muscles to clench around Daddy Daniel’s invading cock.

He groaned, his hips jerking forward slightly. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he growled.

Inch by agonizing inch, Daddy Daniel worked his thick shaft into my virgin asshole. The stretch burned, a deep ache that radiated through my core. Tears streamed down my face—of discomfort, of arousal, of mortification.

As Daddy Daniel’s cock stretched me, the sharp slaps of Miss Frieda’s strap against Jenna’s upturned bottom fell into a rhythm. Each crack made me flinch, clenching involuntarily around the huge intrusion in my ass.

“Relax, Amy,” Daddy Daniel urged, his voice strained. “The more you tense, the more it will hurt.”

I tried to focus on my breathing, willing my muscles to loosen. Daddy Daniel’s hands gripped my hips tightly as he continued to work his shaft deeper into my tender passage. The burning stretch was intense, bordering on unbearable.

Suddenly, Zoe’s voice rang out from her cell. “Oh, God, Daddy Otto! I’m coming!” Her cries of ecstasy echoed off the concrete walls, filling me with a confusing mix of arousal and shame.

“That’s it, you dirty little slut,” Daddy Otto growled. “Milk my cock with that tight ass.”

The wet sounds of their coupling seemed to grow louder, punctuated by Zoe’s desperate moans and the rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh. To my horror, I felt a fresh gush of wetnessbetween my thighs. My treacherous body was responding to the sounds of Zoe’s pleasure, even as Daddy Daniel’s cock stretched me to my limits.

“Please,” I whimpered, with no idea of what I might ask for.

“Please what, Amy?” Daddy Daniel asked, his voice low and dangerous. He stilled his hips, his cock buried deep in my aching asshole. “Tell me what you need.”

I whimpered, overwhelmed by the burning stretch in my bottom and the throbbing ache in my pussy. The sounds of Zoe’s orgasm and Jenna’s punishment swirled around me, heightening my conflicted arousal.

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