Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 66851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
I am my daddies’ fuck toy, and I put them in danger, so they strapped me down to the fucking table and whipped me until I can’t walk… until I’ll have to stay in bed the next day…
Until I could never disobey them again, no matter what they tell me to do… no matter how shamefully they fuck me, or let their friends fuck me.
I had started to breathe in little puffs through my nose. I realized that my right hand had begun to strain against the cuff that bound it to the leg of the table, as if I wanted to thrust it down between my legs.
As if. Of course I wanted to play with myself: I was a bad, bad girl who needed not just a whipping but also true sexual discipline, strong men’s hard cocks demanding every pleasure my body could afford them.
Desperately, I moved my hips, trying in vain to find something to rub my clit against. I squeezed with my thigh muscles, and it almost helped.
I heard Daddy Jacob’s voice from the door.
“Alright, honey. I’ll let you off the table now, and you can go to bed.”
I turned to look at him, where he stood in the doorway. Had he seen what I was doing? How bad a girl I had just tried to be?
“Daddy,” I said, suddenly coming on a desperate plan. “Daddy… can I… can you…”
Daddy Jacob inclined his head, his brow a little clouded with puzzlement. “Yes, honey?” he asked.
“I know I won’t get my… my underwear,” I said. “But…”
His eyebrows went up. “Yes?” he said again.
“But maybe you can… you know… maybe as a punishment? Me and Ashley?”
He didn’t answer, but the look in his eyes told me I would have to ask for it, no matter how embarrassing.
“As part of my punishment?” I tried, in a whisper. “Daddy, would you fuck me and Ashley together now?”
CHAPTER 28
Marianne
Daddy Jacob frowned.
“Are you looking for a way to take your mind off your punishment, Marianne?” he asked. “It’s important that you think about what you did, and where it got you.”
“I am,” I insisted, tears coming to my eyes. “I did, after my whipping. I’m so sorry, Daddy… I… I guess I want it because… because it’s all supposed to be punishment? Even when your beautiful cock makes me feel good?”
I felt like I’d started to lose the thread of the idea, but at the same time I could sense that I had really found an important truth—about me, about my daddies, about why I had ended up here in their firehouse. Daddy Jacob and Daddy Phil had told me that everything here should feel like punishment, and I had thought I understood. After the terrible lesson my bear daddy had just taught me, though, the idea of a program—a life, really—of sexual discipline seemed to have taken on a new urgency.
Daddy Jacob’s lips had curved up a little, probably because I had called his penis beautiful. It had just come out, really. How could I think of my daddy’s manhood any other way?
That little smile made my mind rush forward, looking for some way to make it as clear to him as possible that I didn’t want to distract myself from the soreness of my backside and what it meant. No, I wanted to show my daddies, and Ashley’s daddies, and Ashley, that I had learned my lesson.
“What if…” I started, the idea forming in my mind as I spoke and becoming clearer and more compelling. “What if I wasn’t allowed to come? When you and the other daddies fuck me?”
I felt my cheeks burn at the shame of saying it straight out like that. My tummy lurched at the thought of letting go of the possibility of climaxing, because I needed to come so very badly. But I could tell from the way Daddy Jacob’s eyebrows went up that I had surprised and maybe even impressed him.
I kept going, the warm glow of helpless affection in my chest, for this enormous man who had punished me so severely, pushing my thoughts and words along.
“Because… because it’s part of the punishment… and if you make me make Ashley come, but I can’t come myself, and you all… you know… you all fuck me really hard and you…”
I stopped and swallowed hard. Crawling panic had come suddenly into my tummy at the idea of the words in my head that I had stopped myself from saying.
Daddy Jacob’s chocolate eyes kept looking at me, very steadily. He tilted his chin down a little, as if to tell me that I had to say it, if I wanted the terrible thing I had proposed.
I swallowed again, feeling my face twist into a pout. When I spoke, it came out in my little voice, despite the very grown-up nature of the words.