Page 33 of Papa's Little Bride
She obeys, and I move forward and cup her center. Dipping one finger within her folds, I bite back a groan when I find her soaking wet. She trembles and whimpers, but I don’t touch her clit, and I soon withdraw from her cunnycompletely.
She’s been naughty.
Penance first, and pleasure later—if she’s a good girl and takes all of her punishment with minimal fuss. I certainly have no intention of rewarding naughty behavior, and I tell her as much, causing her to flush and peer at me with wide, pleading eyes.
“I-I’ll be compliant, Papa, during my spanking. I promise.”
“All right, little girl.Over my knee.” I take a seat on the chair and guide her over my lap, making sure to drape one leg atop hers to better hold her in place. “Faith,” I say, caressing her bottom cheeks, “tell me why you’re over your papa’s knee right now about to get a spanking.”
“I-I was naughty, Papa. I ran away when I should have talked to you instead. I, um, put myself in danger and made you worry a lot.”
“I’d say that about covers it.” I shift her forward on my knee, forcing her bottom up higher. “This is going to be a quick but very hard spanking. But first, girls who are especially naughty get their bottom holes filled up. I intend to make this lesson a long-lasting one.” I reach into my pocket and withdraw the butt plug and the small bottle of lube.
“Papa?”
I splay her asscheeks apart and trickle a generous amount of lubrication atop her quivering hole. She tenses and then starts wiggling around, and I give her a warning swat to make her settle down. “You will hold still for this, young lady. Having a plug in your tight bottom hole will keep you from clenching these little cheeks of yours. I intend for you to feel the full impact of every single smack.”
Shuddering breaths leave her, but she finally settles down, and I press the tip of the plug to her snug, untouched hole. “You have the cutest little rosette, Faith. Sometimes Papa will touch you here for pleasure, but right now is not one of those times. Right now, this plug in your hole is strictly for punishment purposes.”
She whimpers time and again, and twists slightly, but I manageto push the tip of the plug into her, breaching her adorable pucker with the bulbous head of the thing. I give her but a moment to become accustomed to the intrusion, then I inch the plug further into her tightness.
Once it’s fully seated, I release my hold on her cheeks and press one hand to her lower back. I lift my other hand, preparing my aim.
Someone is about to become one verysorry little girl.
I smack her right cheek first, then the left one, and repeat this process with firm slaps that soon have her gasping for air. Under my punishing hand, her bottom soon turns a bright shade of pink. Her shoulders heave with her sobs, and though I hate to see her cry, this must be done. She must learn I won’t let her run away from any problems we might have.
Eachtime she involuntarily clenches her bottom cheeks, she emits a loud gasp, no doubt as she feels the fullness of the plug. I give her ten final hard slaps, most of them delivered to the tender curve where her behind meets her thighs, before stopping and resting my hand on her heated flesh.
“Faith, my God, I love you. I realize we’ve been together for a short period of time, but in that shorttime, you have become my whole world. I will not let anything happen to you, ever, and I will not let you go. When I said to hell with the thirty-day trial, I meant it.You’re mine.” I turn her over and gather her in my arms, cradling her to my chest as I hold her tight. Emotion sweeps through me, the gravity of what I’ve just said settling over me alongside a newfound sense of peace.
“Papa, I’m yours,” she says, framing my face in her hands. “And you’re mine, too.”
“Forever,” I whisper.”
“…and ever and ever,” she agrees.
