Page 57 of Koa's Little Girl
He ran his fingers down the row of plugs, considering each one. Her gaze felt almost physical on his hand. Koa stopped at the second smallest plug and pulled it out of the case. Her shoulders sagged in relief. He plucked the tube of lubricant from the case as well and shut it with a snap.
Setting it beside the rocker, Koa stood the items in his hands on the small table nearby. He drew her between his thighs and asked, “What is Daddy punishing you for, little girl?”
“I put myself in danger because I let curiosity overwhelm my need to be safe.”
“I like how you said that, Flame. Curiosity is a good thing. It helps us learn. But be curious in a safe situation.”
“Yes, Daddy. Can you punish me now, Daddy?”
“Let’s get your clothes off. Little girls stand in the corner nude.”
She nodded as if she accepted that. He quickly tugged off the big T-shirt he’d changed her into when he’d gotten herhome. Her smiling cloud panties landed on top of the discarded garment quickly.
“Let me help you, little girl,” he whispered in her ear.
Giana nodded and hugged him impetuously. He kissed her forehead before lifting her over his knees. Koa stifled a groan as her full hips brushed across his rigidly stiff cock. As soon as she was in the corner, he’d unzip his pants. For now, he balanced her across his knees and rubbed her adorable bottom.
“Relax, little girl. Lubricant first,” he reminded her. Koa loved the single-use, small tubes of lubricant with the applicator tip. Snapping off the top with an audible click, Koa watched her jump at the sound. He spread her buttocks and paused for a moment to admire her alluring body.
“Daddy,” she whimpered and hid her face against his thigh.
“Little girls don’t rush their daddies,” he reminded her, tapping the center of her tightly clenched opening. “Relax your muscles, Flame. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Koa waited patiently. Finally, the tension eased from her cute bottom. Koa squeezed the tube to apply some of the mixture to her opening before pressing the applicator tip into her bottom and squeezing it fully. His little girl squirmed at the feel of the mixture gushing into her tight channel.
Setting the tube aside, he smoothed the thick mixture into place. Her bottom was very sensitive and always responded to his touch. He pressed his finger deep into her slowly, letting her feel every millimeter of the digit.
Koa held his finger implanted in her without moving it as her breath quickened. Her upper thighs glistened with arousal. He could help her climax in a moment.
“Move, Daddy!” she pleaded.
“This is punishment, little girl. Not pleasure.”
“I don’t get to come?” she wailed.
“At the end of your punishment, if you’ve been a good girl, Daddy will reward you.” Koa assured her.
She nodded and drooped over his lap, submitting completely to his authority. “I’ll be good.”
Koa turned his inserted finger left and right, spreading the mixture. When he was satisfied that he’d prepared her, he removed his finger and pressed the tip of the plug to her opening. The cold metal glided on a sea of lubricant as he pressed it inside slowly. Koa stopped when it reached the fullest part and allowed it to glide back out. He teased her three more times, making sure her attention focused completely on his efforts.
The fifth time he stopped at the widest part, Koa said, “Ask me to fill your bottom with the plug, little girl.”
She looked over her shoulder to make sure she’d heard him correctly. Koa nodded his head. “Go ahead, Giana. Ask Daddy to put the plug in your bottom.”
Giana swallowed hard and whispered, “Do I have to?”
“Saying it aloud will help teach you the lesson that I’d like you to learn.”
He wouldn’t allow her to hide from anything. She blinked her eyes closed before saying, “Daddy, I’m sorry I messed up. Please put the plug in my bottom.”
“Good girl.” Koa pressed the plug into place and rubbed her bottom as she wiggled, adjusting to the feel of the thick device filling her. When she’d stilled, he instructed, “Go stand in the corner, little girl. I’ll let you know when it’s time to come back to Daddy.”
Relying on his support to stand, Giana weaved unsteadily on her feet as each movement affected her. When she could, Giana took baby steps to the corner. She braced her forearms on the wall in front of her and rested her head on them in relief that she’d made it.
Seconds ticked by, feeling like hours. How long would he make her stand there?
Giana heard the sound of his zipper releasing. She lifted her forehead and turned to see what he was doing.
