Page 30 of Papa's Rules
Oh, her thoughts perked up. If Robert and Priscilla married, she would get a sister. What a happy notion.
Would Robert be pleased to see her? Or was he glad to have been rid of her for all this time so that he could go on with his own life? Was he happy? Did he have enough to eat and a roof over his head? She was glad to know he had a job and even happier that there seemed to be someone in his life who cared about him. But she still had her doubts about how Papa would feel at the prospect of welcoming members of Cammie’s lowborn family into Ashton Manor.
She hated that she had disappointed Papa and she hated even more that she was about to get her bottom punished with a butt plug. She pressed her face against the fabric of the sofa and continued to hold her bottom cheeks apart in the shameful way Papa had instructed her to.
She could feel Papa’s breath as he leaned down to inspect her private hole. ‘Twas shameful to have him so close to her naughty parts but she knew this was just the beginning. She squirmed as cool liquid slid down the crack between her cheeks. Next she felt the pressure of the hard plug tapping against her bottom hole.
“Relax, Cammie.” Papa’s voice interrupted her thoughts. “It will go in if you’ll just relax and loosen up the muscles here in your bunghole.”
“Oh, Papa. I am so sorry. A million times sorry. Must we do this?” She did not know when she had ever felt so miserable.
“If it makes you feel any better, Cammie, I had planned to purchase the plugs on our trip to the shop today. The only difference is that I intend to use them now to prove a point about obedience. The same point I intended to make when we left the shop without any hats at all. Hats are for good girls who behave themselves when they go shopping. Butt plugs are for naughty girls who disobey. Which girl were you today, Cammie?”
“I-I was a naughty girl, Papa.” She sniffled into the sofa.
“You most certainly were. Now keep your cheeks spread wide apart while I finish. Just a little further and this plug will be snug in your pucker.”
Cammie did her best to relax, just as she had done the times when Papa had probed her bottom hole with his fingers. She took a deep breath and willed the ring of muscles at the opening of her hole to loosen up so Papa could press the plug further into her. With a little bit of concentration, she managed to relax and she felt the hard object breach the opening to her bottom and work its way past that tight ring of muscles.
Despite the humiliating circumstances, a soft moan of pleasure escaped her lips. She truly was the worst sort of trollop to enjoy such activities. It made her all the more convinced that her mother must have been a prostitute. She wondered if she would be able to ask Robert about that when she saw him on Friday. Or perhaps it was not the type of question she ought to ask first thing.
Papa continued to work the plug in and out and round and round making sure it was properly seated in her bottom. Cammie suspected he enjoyed watching her squirm as he maneuvered the intruder around her bottom.
“Good girl, Cammie,” Papa said. “You may put your hands down. You did an excellent job of keeping your bottom cheeks open for Papa.”
He gave her bottom three quick swats on each cheek, which caused her to contract her muscles and clench the plug even tighter inside her bottom hole.
“The plug is not always meant as punishment, Cammie. I plan for you to enjoy having my cock deep inside your bottom, when the time comes.” He gave the plug a tap and gentle twist and despite her misery at being punished and disappointing Papa, a wave of desire moved through Cammie and she rubbed her lady parts against the arm of the sofa.
“Today, however, the plug will serve a dual purpose of training your hole and reminding you who you belong to, who is the master of your body.”
“You are, Papa.” Her heart ached with love for him, even though her current situation filled her with shame and dread. Her papa wanted to take care of her and she wanted to give him herself, body and soul.
She really ought to tell him about Robert. Resolved, she opened her mouth to speak, but snapped it shut when Papa took hold of her hand and pulled it down to her bottom and placed her fingers over the plug in her bum. “Do you feel that, Cammie? I put a plug in your back hole because it is mine, mine to do with as I please. Is that correct?”
Shame filled but fascinated, Cammie’s fingertips stroked around the end of the plug. “Y-yes, Papa.” Her fingers lingered on the very end of the plug, where it felt as though it was engraved.
Papa, observing her closely, of course, noticed. “Those are my initials, Cammie. My mark of ownership. Lest you forget that you belong to me.”
