Page 20 of Daddy's Arms

She jerked when the cold liquid squirted between her cheeks, but she quickly settled. Fighting just made it worse and delayed their pleasure. A single finger pressed against her bottom hole, and she had to remind herself to relax. Olivia squealed when he pushed in right past the initial resistance without giving her time to adjust, but she didn’t move away from the intrusion.

Slowly, deliberately, he fucked her bottom with his finger, coating her with the lubricant, before pushing a second finger inside. She squeezed her eyes shut against the sudden, sharp pain, but it quickly faded into a mild discomfort. Skilled, sure fingers worked her bottom hole, stretching her and loosening her up. When he pulled his fingers from her bottom, she had a brief moment to miss the feeling of being so full, but only a moment before the cool metal of the plug pressed against her hole.

“Breathe out, Livvy.”

She took a deep breath in and let it out slowly, relaxing as much as she could while he worked the plug into her bottom. It burned and stretched, and already she could feel tears stinging her eyes.

“Hnnh!” She tried to protest, but the steel ring prevented her from speaking.

“Almost there, little one.” He pushed the plug in a little further and she shuddered when the fullest part of it pushed past that tight ring of muscle. But then it was in, fully seated, and she sighed with relief. Getting the thing in was always worse than just having it in, and tonight was no different. The sharp pain was gone, and she was left with little more than the strange, full feeling that always came with being plugged. Moments later she heard the water running in the bathroom, and then he was beside her again.

“Daddy is so proud of you for taking your plug like a good girl. But it seems a certain naughty girl left her clothes all over the floor. Are we supposed to make messes with our clothes, little one?”

The question sent her already pounding heart into overdrive. She hesitated only a moment before shaking her head.

“Clothes go in the laundry when you take them off, Olivia Jane. You know better. I think a dozen with the strap should be a good reminder for my naughty girl.”

She braced for the blow, and still it took her breath away. When the first burning stroke fell, she instinctively squeezed her bottom cheeks together, a move she immediately regretted when she was reminded of the large item lodged firmly inside her ass.

He delivered each of the twelve with slow, measured precision. By the time he finished, she was a shaking, whimpering mess, and her bottom burned like he’d lit a fire across her skin.

And her pussy, soaked with her own juices, throbbed with every beat of her heart.

“Are you going to be a good girl and put your clothes where they belong?”

A silent nod replaced her usual “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl. Present your bottom for me, Livvy. I want to put some lines on it.”

Lines meant the cane. She had such a complicated relationship with the cane. While she loved the lingering marks it inevitably left behind, the process was agony and it never failed to reduce her to tears within a few short strokes.

Trembling, she tucked her knees up under her, so her bottom was lifted high, the skin stretched taut across her waiting cheeks. The cool, slender implement tapped against her bottom twice, and she allowed herself one soft whimper.

The room was silent, so quiet she clearly heard the softswooshof the cane before it connected with her exposed flesh. It took a heartbeat for the pain to sink in, and when it did, she screamed at the sensation, a thousand needles stinging her skin in a thin line where the cane had landed. A second and a third stroke fell in quick succession, and it took everything she had in her to stay in place.

His hand returned, gentle fingers running lightly over the welts. And then he squeezed each cheek in turn, pulling another scream from her with each flash of pain. Olivia let out a strangled sob, tears already streaming down her cheeks. His hand disappeared, and there was another softswoosh, another line of hellfire.

The caning continued without hesitation until twelve perfect lines had been laid across her ass. She could barely catch her breath through the waves of agony, but still her body was aching, demanding his touch and the pleasure only he could give her.

“On your back.”

A minute. I just need a minute. The plea echoed in her mind, urging her to snap her fingers, just once, just enough to let him know she needed a moment to breathe before he pushed her past what she could bear. But more than mercy, she needed this, needed him to push her as close to the edge as he could without actually breaking her. And because she trusted him to do exactly that, she rolled onto her back without taking the time her mind insisted she needed.

“Spread your legs. As wide as you can. Hands above your head.”

She positioned herself as requested, her pussy gushing at the sheer lust in his gaze. Daddy stepped away from the bed and returned a moment later with a familiar implement in his hand. The flogger wasn’t large, and the falls were thin and light. This particular flogger had one purpose in their household, and the knowledge of that purpose had her trembling again when he stepped back to the side of the bed.

“Do not move, even an inch. Or I’ll take the plug out and fuck your ass until you’re begging me for mercy. Understood?”

Braced for the first, painful stroke, she nodded. Apparently satisfied with her silent acknowledgment, he flicked the flogger in circles, making a figure eight in the air. Once he had his rhythm, he lowered his arm so the ends of the falls licked her inner thighs. Olivia whimpered, willing her muscles to stay locked in position as he continued up and down her thighs, leaving little kisses of pain along her tender skin. When she’d been thoroughly welted, he changed direction slightly, and the flogger lashed her exposed pussy.

She wanted to arch her back against the pain. Slam her thighs shut to stop the assault in its tracks. Roll off the bed and lock herself in the bathroom until the pain ebbed enough for her to continue.

But the only thing that would gain her even an ounce of mercy at this point was a snap of her fingers. And as much as it burned, as much as her mind screamed at her to make it stop, she was nowhere near her breaking point. She could take more. She knew it, and what was more, her Daddy knew it.

He continued lashing her exposed lips, each burning stroke making her throb in response. And when she was standing there at the edge, her toes up against the line she couldn’t cross without breaking, he stopped. Her body shuddered with relief, but she soon realized it was short-lived. Daddy dropped the flogger and stepped away from the bed just long enough to shed his clothes. And then he was on top of her, straddling her chest so she couldn’t move.

His intent registered a split second before he fisted a hand in her hair and lifted her head from the pillow. Seconds later, his rock-hard cock pushed through the steel ring into her mouth. Panic immediately set in and she jerked her head back, but he held fast. She gagged, her throat closing around his cock, but he didn’t so much as pause his assault of her mouth.

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