Page 20 of Daddy's Little Patient

"No, babygirl. We're here because you're hurting and you need a little help right now, but you’ve never had to ask for help before and it scares you, andthatmakes you want to do things just to prove you can, but you can’t, and that makes the hurt worse, which means you need more help, which makes you morescared. Babygirl, you need to stop running in circles. You need Daddy to take care of you. Isn't that right?"

Fresh tears spilled down Kelly's cheeks at his gentle words. "Y-yes, Daddy."

"Good girl for being honest," Cole said, beginning to rub soothing circles on her back. “I know you want a spanking, but we both know why that can’t happen just yet, don’t we?”

Groaning, she buried her face in the sofa cushion between her casted arms. She hated scoldings, Daddy Cole’s especially. She hated the way it made her feel. She knew what she’d done wrong, just like she knew that all the soft-spoken, sensible reasons in the world could have stopped her from cutting the casts off this morning. She was done being dependent upon him because she couldn’t even make herself a cup of coffee, much less to zip up her own damn pants! This wasn’t fair!

But of course, life wasn’t fair. She’d learned that lesson before she was five.

“Don’t we?” Daddy said again, his voice turning stern at having to repeat himself when she was already lying across his lap.

“Yes, Daddy,” she muttered into the couch. “I’m sorry.”

His tone only grew sterner. “If you aren’t now, you will be in just a minute.”

Her toes curled up tight. So did her stomach, her muscles locking as she heard the opening snap of a bottle lid from his bag. The sudden smell of peppermint oil made her whimper. Her bottom waggled, the dreaded anticipation of that first touch turning to a squeal of shock as he drizzled the peppermint oil directly onto Kelly’s upturned bottom.

She gasped, squirming desperately as the coolness quickly turned to intense heat.

“Spread your legs wide,” he said as he massaged it into her skin, spreading the fiery sensation all over her cheeks, down intothe crack of her buttocks and into the crease where her bottom met her thighs.

"Oh! Daddy, it burns!" Kelly cried, her toenails scraping the floor as her toes flexed and curled.

"That's the point," Cole said calmly, continuing to rub the oil in. "Now close your legs. This is to help you remember that Daddy is in charge of taking care of you right now. You don't get to decide when you're 'fine' or when you can do things on your own. That's Daddy's job."

She whimpered as Cole shifted one leg out from under her, clamping her thighs in the tight vise of his own, preventing her from opening them up so the cool air could kiss between and ease the fury of the heat now consuming her sex. It was mounting hotter. She had hell between her thighs, and it wasn’t dissipating.

“Please, Daddy!” She began to cry. “Please, it burns so much!”

“My baby has the prettiest pleas when she’s getting her naughty bottom punished.”

Reaching under her, he honed in on her inflamed clit. The heat of his own fingers ignited her flesh anew as he pinched, flicked, stroked through the folds of her burning pussy, sending her spiraling into rapture. It was a never-ending circle of torment, an inferno of pleasure and pain that couldn’t possibly get any worse… until he rummaged through his bag again, pulling out the dreaded punishment plug.

“Oh, no,” she whimpered, her bottom automatically tucking in.

“Say it,” he said, popping open a bottle of lube to slather down the three-bulb length.

“My Daddy loves me.” She knew what was coming, and every muscle locked up when he parted her bottom cheeks to spread extra lube all over the surface of her naughty hole. “Please, Daddy! Not there!”

But there was exactly where his finger penetrated her, spreading lubricant around the puckered rim of her burning anus and up as deep as a knuckle, taking the burning oil inside her now as well.

“No!” she squealed, trying to snap her legs shut, but his hand between her thighs refused to allow it.

“Spread them,” Daddy ordered.

The single finger in her bottom hole withdrew, becoming three in an instant. He pushed and she cried out, snapping her legs as wide apart as the couch and nearby coffee table would allow.

“Good girl,” he praised, three fingers becoming one once more.

Kelly panted in relief, her eyes drifting closed as the sharp piercing pain instantly reduced to an urgent wanton throb.

"Now, I want you to focus on the sensations, babygirl. Let yourself feel everything—the burning, the fullness in your bottom, my hand… Don't fight it. Just let go and let Daddy take care of you."

Kelly whimpered and nodded, trying to relax but the burning wouldn’t let her. She had long ago passed the point of being able to hold still.

Her bottom ground to the pulsing hurt, the fiery pleasure scalding its way through her clit and deep inside her ass, even before he brought the nose of the plug bumping up against her back passage.

Whimpers turned to howls as he pushed the first bulb inside her. His fingers were on her clit as he slowly stretched her open. Her bottom humped, a lewd lap dance she couldn’t stop even as he firmly pushed the second bulb of the plug into her bottom, immediately followed by the third on a thrust so brutal that she actually screamed.

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