“I understand, Papa. Th-thank you.”
He reached for the salve and uncapped the container. She tensed at the sound and whimpered, but she remained in place like a good girl, still holding her bottom cheeks apart for the plug.
“Please hold still while I apply some lubricant to your hiney hole, Cynny. This might feel cool, but I promise it will make the entrance of the plug much easier.”
She mumbled her assent, and he rubbed a copious amount of the clear liquid onto her pucker. Then he pressed forward with one digit, breaching her hole only long enough to coat her insides with the salve. She mewled and squirmed slightly, but for the most part stayed still during his ministrations. His heart warmed knowing that despite this being a new and intimidating experience she was trusting him to take care of her and wasn’t resisting his touch. When he’d sent a footman to Mrs. Stilton’s shop, with a note requesting the special box be delivered to his residence as soon as possible, he hadn’t known how Cynny would react when faced with the prospect of anal training. But it pleased him that despite her nervousness she wasn’t fighting him. So sweet and trusting, his little bride.
Chapter 12
You’re being a very good girl so far, Cynny, and Papa is most proud of you.”
Papa withdrew his finger from her tight hole and reached for one of the plugs. The smallest one, she noted. That brought her a bit of comfort, as it only appeared a smidge larger than the carved ginger root she’d endured several weeks ago. At least this intrusion wouldn’t burn, and she hoped she never misbehaved so poorly that her papa decided she needed such a severe, shameful punishment.
She gasped when he pressed the plug more insistently against her tightness, until he finally breached her most private entrance. She flushed all over as he worked the object into her bottom, plunging it partway in, only to withdraw a bit and then continue forward. Her heart raced faster. He was inserting the plug in her behind as he might drive his cock into it. She pictured him standing behind her naked, his muscular form gleaming in the light of the sconces while he repeatedly thrust his manhood in and out of her bottom hole. A blissful shudder ran through her and her kitty clenched and pulsated with tingling heat.
“Keep holding your cheeks apart for Papa.” He slid the plug deeper, and deeper still.
She moaned in needy desperation when he gave it one last firm push and left it submerged in her tightness, not withdrawing it for another plunge.
“You may release your bottom now and place your hands on the bed, little one. But don’t stand up. You’re to stay like that for several minutes while the plug stretches you out.”
After a deep breath, she let go of her backside and shifted on the bed, clutching the covers as time began to pass ever so slowly. What she wouldn’t give to feel him stroking her clitty or pushing his fingers into her aching kitty. She tried to remain still, but her hips kept jerking forward as she sought to put pressure on her quim. With her legs spread apart, it was the only manner in which she might relieve the throbbing in her womanhood. She doubted Papa would approve, but she now heard him walking around his bedchamber and even crossing into her room, where she heard him order Mrs. Hennely to supervise the preparation of a bath.
When she thought Papa was still in her room, she thrust her center against the bed three times in quick succession, and she sighed at the pleasure and relief that wound through her. Sometimes when her papa gave her a bath, he stroked her kitty and made it feel good, even giving her a release while she rested on her hands and knees in the water as he prepared to cleanse her privates with a warm wet cloth. She hoped he gave her such attention in the bath this morning. She rocked forward once more, standing on her tiptoes in the process in order to drag her clitty over the edge of the mattress. Ripples of euphoric warmth spread through her, and she couldn’t help but repeat the motion over and over again, careless of whether or not footsteps were approaching, she was becoming so lost in the pleasure that she lost her ability to focus on anything but curing the sweet agony that was mounting between her thighs.
Smack! Smack!
She gave a startled cry and immediately went still, then chanced a look over her shoulder to find Papa glaring at her. With his neckcloth loosened, his jacket removed, and his sleeves rolled up to reveal his thick muscular forearms, she couldn’t help but stare in adoration. Even if he was probably going to spank her again.
“Sorry, Papa,” she said. “My kitty feels achy and my bottom hole feels…achy too. And I feel as if I’ve contracted a fever, I am most unsettled.”
“I think, given your lustful reaction to the plug filling your hiney hole, that perhaps I should have used a larger one.” He delivered five more swats to her backside that had her gasping and clutching the covers harder, the smacks making her ever aware of the intrusion in her bottom. “However, your bath is waiting and I don’t want the water to get cold. Tomorrow during your anal training, do not feign surprise when I use the next size up.”
“I-I understand, Papa.”
“Hold your cheeks open again. I’m going to remove the plug.”
She obeyed, drawing her bottom apart and waiting for him to withdraw the plug. He grabbed hold of the base and twisted it around as he slowly, ever so slowly, pulled it from her snug hole. Once it was out, she flushed hot because he hadn’t yet ordered her to release her cheeks and she was spread shamefully wide to his gaze. She felt the heat of his stare on her secret pucker and whimpered at the feel of her moisture sliding down her inner thigh. Oh no. She’d gotten so aroused that she was making an even bigger mess. She wished she could control her body’s reactions in times like this—the times when she wanted nothing more than for Papa to claim her or at least stroke her kitty until she was catapulted into the clouds.
“I think,” he said, pressing a finger to her exposed rosette, “I know a little girl who’s going to enjoy feeling her papa’s cock in her hiney hole.”
She had no response but another whimper, for his observations, while likely true, left hot shame coursing through her. But in spite of her embarrassment, she eagerly anticipated the day when Papa decided she was ready for his cock in her bottom. The plug had been cool upon insertion, but her papa’s cock was warm and pulsing, and she imagined it would feel oh so nice plunging in and out of her tightness. Heat bloomed on her face. Would Papa spurt his seed into her bottom hole, just as he did in her kitty? Well, she supposed she would find out soon.
He pushed her hands away from her behind and guided her off the bed. He brought her flush against his huge, solid body and wrapped his arms around her, running his hands up and down her back. She threaded her arms around his waist, hugging him back and leaning her head on his chest, with her ear centered over his heart. She liked to feel the steady thumping of his life force whenever she got the chance. It brought her comfort like none other, and she imagined her heart beating in the same rhythm, to the tune of her papa’s heart.
“Come, little girl. Papa will give you a thorough bath and then we’ll have breakfast. Perhaps we’ll go for a walk in the gardens and then have story time in the library.”