The thought does not sit well with me.
Shoving it aside, I focus on my babygirl. “I know it hurts, baby, but you were very naughty tonight, weren’t you? Teasing Mommy by flirting with someone else on our night. Such a naughty, naughty baby.”
Her whines pierce the air as I force her down, slowly, helping her take each and every inch of the cocks inside her sweet little holes.
Halfway down, she stops, sweat breaking out across her brow as she shakes her head. “I can’t, Mommy! They’re too big! Please, it hurts!”
“Aw, my poor baby,” I coo at her, letting her have her moment as I stroke her hair. “Are your poor bottom and your sweet little cunt so very full? Too full for you to take any more?”
“Y-yes, Mommy,” she says with a pitiful sniffle.
“That’s a shame. Because mygoodgirl would take it all for me. Mygoodgirl would do whatever her Mommy tells her to. But maybe you aren’t my good girl tonight.”
Tears sparkle on her lashes, and I have the fleeting thought that perhaps I should feel bad about the guilt trip I’m laying on her.
But I don’t.
With another loud whine, she works herself further down onto the cocks, so I give her a tiny bit of praise as a reward.
“Much better. Keep going, princess. You’re almost there.”
It seems like forever before she’s finally perched on the saddle, her holes having swallowed up both of the rubbery dicks. Running my hand over her hair once more, I press a kiss to her forehead before taking a step back and tapping the end of the crop against her thigh.
“All right, my naughty girl. Time to ride.”
Juniper
Ow, ow,ow.
I’m so full. Too full. Usually when Mommy fucks both my holes, she uses a much smaller cock for my bottom than the one she’s chosen tonight.
She must be more upset than I realized.
That thought brings with it a painful sort of hope that unfurls in my chest. If she’s feelingthatpossessive, maybe there’s hope for more than just our Wednesday-night meetups.
Ugh. Stupid Pen, putting ideas in my head. Before my conversation with her a couple nights ago, I’d managed to convince myself I was perfectly happy just getting my Daddy/Mommy fix a few nights a week at the club. That I didn’t want any more than that.
Now here I am, my pussy and bottom burning from Mommy’s punishment, and all I can think about is whether or not she might want to take me on a date.
“Juniper Skye, are you listening to me?”
Uh-oh. I wasn’t, not really, and judging by the hard glint in Mommy’s eye, I’m going to pay dearly for my distraction.
“Sorry, Mommy. It’s hard to focus.”
It isn’t the full truth, but it’s also not a lie. Sitting naked on a rocking horse with both my holes full of rubber reallydoesmake it a bit hard to concentrate.
Mommy smiles at my explanation, and dread curdles in my stomach. Those smiles never bode well for me, especially when I’m already in trouble.
“What a lucky Little girl you are,” she purrs, stepping forward to run a hand over my hair.
“I–I am?”
“You are.” Her fingers tighten in my hair, pulling my head back with a sharp stab of pain through my skull. “Because you have a Mommy who knows just how to help Little girls focus.”
Releasing her hold on me, she steps back, and before I can process what’s about to happen, a bright, stinging pain explodes across my bottom cheek.
Instinctively, I rock forward with a cry, as if I can somehow outrun the pain. But all that accomplishes is moving the horse beneath me, forcing me to fuck my holes with the dildos attached to the saddle.
