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I cried out under Baby Bear's huge hand. His fingers' soft caress belied their size and strength as he tenderly soothed my clit, then entered my aching sheath. I gripped the towel I had been scrubbing with very hard as my backside squirmed, desperately searching for more reward.
The major tsked, though. "You won't get your task done that way, Susanna. Karl may have to spank you instead."
I knew she couldn't mean it. I thought she couldn't mean it, and yet my mind and my body responded as if I had no doubt she did. I cried out, "No, please!" even as I felt my vagina spasm around Baby Bear's thrusting fingers. I cast a quick glance backward just to make certain Mama Bear hadn't taken a step forward herself, in order to do something awful, and then I began to scrub again, doing everything I could to concentrate on cleaning the carpet despite the dreadful need the master sergeant had reawakened — and kept reawakening — between my thighs.
When I had finished blotting the carpet dry, they put me to bed, without my supper, just as Papa had said he would. I hadn't understood really, though. They put me to bed in Papa's hard bed, with Papa in it, behind me, and Papa's hard cock against my whipped bottom.
The major and the master sergeant had gone into the living room to watch a video. For a while neither of us said anything. I trembled in his arms, certain that he would begin to train me in earnest any moment. He would take advantage of his massive strength to position me exactly as he pleased. Then he would simply use my body with his enormous penis until he found satisfaction inside whichever of my holes he chose for his climax.
Instead, under the fluffy comforter, he simply held me against his strong body. He had his right hand on my left breast and his left gently around my throat, and I had never felt so captive, so possessed, but his hands did nothing but rest there, on those sensitive, highly erogenous parts of my naked body. I let out a tiny kitten sound with each breath, though my initial dread had changed to the beginnings of a longing that his strong fingers would move — that he would toy with my nipple, that he would tighten his grip under my chin, that he would train me, as he had promised to do.
I squirmed a little in his arms, and I felt his rigid cock twitch against me, down where he had turned my bare bottom into a painful mess of welts. I felt his warm breath against my ear and my cheek, deep and even. My forehead creased deeply as I searched my feelings for what I must do, or what I should do, or what I wanted to do, even. I had spent so long bound over the discipline horse that it felt like I had somehow forgotten what it meant to want something, as opposed to having my new Papa decide what would happen to me.
"Papa," I heard myself whisper, though I hadn't consciously decided to speak.
"Yes, little princess?" the colonel asked. A shudder went through me at the way I could feel the rumble of his voice against my back.
"Papa, are you going to… to do… things… to me?"
I felt his chuckle as a physical sensation in rest of my body as much as I did in my ears.
"Would you like me to do things to you?" he asked, very gently.
"Um… kind of?" I said, biting my lip and feeling my brow furrow yet deeper.
The hand around my throat tightened just a little. The one on my chest started to move down, over my belly. I swallowed hard, sure that I had done it — that I had won a kind of shameful victory. The colonel's fingers worked their way between my thighs. I parted them, feeling my cheeks go hot as I felt just how eagerly I welcomed Papa Bear's touch down there. He took my pussy in his broad hand, his fingers extending all the way between my legs so that he could press the tip of the middle one against my anus while the others caressed the painful welts his cane had left there. The heat in my face grew to an inferno as my whole body responded, thrusting my hips, trying to put my needy vagina and my virgin anus as deeply under his control as I could.
"No, princess," Papa Bear murmured, his hands becoming absolutely still. "Not yet."
"B—but…" I stammered. "But Papa…" My blush only intensified as I heard the pleading in my voice.
"Shh, Susanna," he said, his tone soothing, as if he were coaxing a half-tame animal into a calmer state. "I want you to try to sleep. You won't sleep all night, but your body needs a nap before we put it through what you have coming. Shh."
He loosened his grip again. He took his right hand away from my pussy and I let out a little whimper of frustration, but to no avail. Instead of putting it where I needed it, he caressed my belly gently, as if comforting me in my sorrow over having to wait for the degrading sexual ordeal he and my other bears had planned.
My tummy had lurched in apprehension at those menacing words, but something about his touch there did seem to calm me. I would never have expected I could sleep, but the next thing I knew I was waking up from a naughty dream about a big teddy bear that I had put between my legs, under the covers, in my gorgeous bed back home in my royal suite. In the dream, I tried to move my hips discreetly, so as not to make the covers show the wicked thing I had decided to do… the kind of thing a good girl never does… the kind of thing that in the old days would get a young lady whipped for playing with herself…
I felt whiskers against my cheek, and lips behind my ear, kissing softly. I let out a little kitten noise of pleasure, and I couldn't help letting my bottom move a little more urgently on the teddy bear. Then I whimpered, because the teddy bear had turned into a hand between my thighs. Papa Bear's hand, no longer frustrating me by merely taking hold of my pussy and my bottom, but rather fondling, caressing, rubbing gently.
"Oh, God," I whispered. "Oh… God… Papa… Papa…"
The soreness from my terrible punishment had become a glow. Each time my muscles tensed, down there, clenching and loosening at the insistent motions of the colonel's fingertips, I felt a tiny stab of pain, but every time that discomfort faded in an instant, and became pleasure and arousal. I started to think I liked the pain, and the idea made my heart jump even as down below I felt my pussy clench hard under my new Papa's terribly firm hand.
I hadn't opened my eyes yet, though I thought I could tell through my eyelids that the lights in the bears' bedroom had been switched on. I didn't want to see, because I thought I knew: Mama Bear and Baby Bear must have come back.
"Shh, Susanna," the colonel murmured and kissed my neck, even as his left hand, still under my chin, tightened its grip the way I had hoped, and dreaded, he would do before I had drifted off to sleep and my wanton dream.
Down below, his other hand worked me harder. My hips bucked hard and I cried out, the need and pleasure flowing forcefully through my whole body as I realized that someone had taken the comforter off us, so that what my new Papa was doing to me was visible to anyone who might care to look.
"Oh, Papa," I moaned. "Please…"
I could feel it against my back, the colonel's huge, hard manhood. I felt heat come into my face at the sound his hand had started to make between my thighs: the wet, slippery sounds of the terrible need I simply couldn't hold back. Papa Bear thrust two fingers into my desperate sheath and I instantly began to ride them.
I thrust my punished bottom back, seeking the firm, taut muscles of the colonel's lap wanting to feel the pain of his cane-welts renewed. I whimpered as I achieved my perverse goal, and I felt how my new Papa had taken his righteous anger out on my poor bare bottom.
You're a little slut, the distant part of me said. Such a naughty little slut. You love it, don't you? You love riding your Papa's hand after your whipping.
"Look at that," I heard the major's voice say, from above me. "Look how much our fuck toy needs it."
