Page 49 of Tizzy's Little Thanksgiving

“It’s far smaller than your Daddy’s cock,” he said and grinned when her eyes widened and her mouth formed a perfect little “O” when understanding dawned.

“You’ll never fit, Daddy,” she said with a hint of regret.

“Don’t you worry, little Tizzy, Daddy will fit just fine.” With a final push and a sharp yip of surprise, the plug slid home, its flange feeling a bit strange between her little cheeks.

Without a word, her Daddy picked up the final item on the tray and slid the length over his palm.

She stared at it as if it were a viper preparing to strike and she supposed it was. “Wh-what are you go-going to use th-that for?” she managed, her eyes glued to the crop in his hand.

“What every Doctor Daddy does before taking their Little girls bottom,” he explained, reaching out to run the tip of the crop over the globes of her ass.

“So it’s true,” she murmured, well aware of the goosebumps popping up with every pass of the leather against her flesh.

“What’s that?” he asked as he bent down to speak against her lips.

“The mug.”

He looked puzzled but when she added, “The one with the purple star,” understanding cleared the furrows on his brow.

“My favorite one,” he said with a grin that had her pussy clenching. “I find it very telling that of all the glasses in my cupboards, you choose to drink from that one. Don’t you?”

If her very life depended on it, she still didn’t think she could have done more than the shake of her head she managed.

He chuckled in that sexy way he had and stroked her hair back from her forehead. Bending down once more, he said, “And yes, my little Tizzy, the words are most definitely true,” before dropping a kiss to her forehead, her cheek not pressed to the table and then the tip of her nose. “It is definitely my job to do the torturing.” At her gasp, he grinned. “What the mug didn’t say was that not alltortureis bad. Your Daddy is going to teach you the difference. Still green?” he teased, finally kissing her lips.

Sliding the tip of her tongue over her bottom lip savoring the taste of his, she discovered that she was truly ready to learn how pleasurable a bit of torture could be. Nodding, she said, “I’m emerald, Daddy.”

He started slowly, tapping the leather tip against her bottom in a random pattern, gently warming the skin and drawing the blood to the surface. She was soon panting, her pussy dripping like a faucet, her bottom clenching and unclenching around the plug she held inside. Lifting his arm, he slapped the crop down, and she arched, not away, but into the stroke. Who knew a bit of pain made the pleasure all the sweeter?

Her Daddy continued to strike her all over the surface of her ass, not crossing any prior stroke as he moved from the top of her cleft down over the full globes until he reached that very sensitive spot where her bottom met her thighs.

When he struck a bit more forcefully there, her cry was a mixture of surprise and pain.

“What a pretty red stripe,” he said, helping her visualize what he was seeing as he continued to add another to the underside of her other buttock. “You make the sweetest little sounds under Daddy’s crop. Your bottom wears each stripe so beautifully, Teresa,” he praised.

She didn’t speak, letting the curving of her lips as she met his gaze say it all. He continued, working his way down the backs of her thighs, these strokes earning more cries but none that seemed to concern him nor did she feel a need to say her safeword. She was a bit shocked to feel her pussy actually contract and understood she was only a hairsbreadth away from coming.

“I see some little kitty is ready for more intense play,” he said. “I believe this is the perfect opportunity to see if my little Tizzy can actually climax with her ass not only red but striped and plugged and without a single touch to that fat little clit I see peeking out of its hood.” Evidently his curiosity demanded he prove his hypothesis as he increased the strength of his strokes, reversing back up her thighs and when he laid a stroke across her sit spot again, she arched up.

“Daddy!” Her body convulsed with her climax.

“Fuck, that was the most incredible thing I’ve ever witnessed.”

It wasn’t until she said, “Will you fuck me now, please, Sir,” that he seemed to realize he’d spoken the thought out loud.

“Tits to table,” he instructed, giving her a final swat with the crop before returning it to the tray.

As he began to remove his shirt, she dropped back to press her torso to the paper, her hands clutching the edges of the table, her pussy leaking cream as she quivered between one orgasm and the next. The sound of his zipper being dragged down had her core contracting again as she waited with bated breath for her Daddy to fill her.

Grabbing the butt plug, he began to withdraw it and then reseat it until she was mewling and begging to be fucked. He was so intent on fucking her ass that it was his turn to shout as her small hand wrapped itself around his erection and began to pump it as he continued to play with the plug.

“Oh, god, you are such a naughty little minx,” he growled, not a trace of anger in his tone as she worked his cock, precum spilling out of the slit to provide lubrication for her fingers. He shifted his position to stand at the side of the table and then reached with his free arm to pull her toward him until she was angled correctly.

“Time to examine your mouth and throat,” Doctor Daddy announced.

“And here I thought lollipops came after the exam was complete,” she said.

“Ahhh, but I’m a very generous Doctor Daddy, little Tizzy. I’ll give you a lolly anytime you wish.”

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