Page 58 of Daddy’s Hunted Bride

“Please… please kiss my bottom and make it better. Daddy,” I add, my entire body heating with humiliation.

“Of course, my sweet little fox. You only had to ask.”

Biting my tongue against a sarcastic retort that will only get me in trouble, I let him roll me onto my stomach. There’s a gentle tug and my diaper gives way, and I nearly sigh with relief as the cool air wafts over my skin. Even though the pain of my punishments has mostly faded, it still feels good to be released from the confines of my diaper.

Something prickly brushes against the back of my thigh, and I’m not quick enough to smother the squeal that slips from my lips at the ticklish sensation. Deep laughter vibrates against my skin as Daddy presses a kiss to my sit-spot.

“Does that tickle, babygirl?”

“Uh-huh.”

Again he moves his head, and I giggle as his beard tickles the back of my other thigh. “Daddy, stop!”

“Not a chance. I love your laugh, and I don’t get to hear it nearly enough.”

His words freeze me in place, the very air in my lungs refusing to budge. It’s such a little thing, but for some reason it feels… huge. Like an acknowledgement that he sees me as a real person. A real person whose happiness matters to him.

No. No, I can’t go there. If I let myself think, for even one second, that he actually cares about me, I’ll want to stay.

I can’t let that happen.

Shoving those dangerous thoughts to the back of my mind, I lift my hips. “Daddy, you said if I asked nicely you’d kiss my ouchies and make them all better.”

“You’re right, baby, Daddy did say that. And a good Daddy always keeps his promises.”

With that, he grips each of my bottom cheeks in his large hands and pulls them apart, exposing my hole to his gaze. It doesn’t seem to matter that he’s fucked me there multiple times, the humiliation of being so on display for him never fades.

But then he does something that cranks my embarrassment up to a hundred.

He kisses me.

Right on my asshole.

Oh. My. God.

“Daddy!” The protest comes out as a shocked squeak, humiliating me even further. “Not there!”

“But this is what you asked for, little fox. You asked Daddy to kiss your bottom and make it all better.”

“I didn’t get spanked on my bottom hole!”

Again he chuckles, the sound vibrating against my exposed entrance. “No, but you’ve been fucked here plenty of times, so I’m sure it needs some Daddy kisses too.”

Before I can assure him that no, my asshole does not need kisses, he pulls my cheeks even further apart. I try to clench them together, but I’m no match for his strength.

Something warm and wet prods at my hole and I realize with growing horror that it’s his tongue. He’s fucking my asshole with his tongue.

God, if you’re there, please just take me now.

But there is no answer from on high. Only my continued humiliation as Daddy continues to swipe his tongue over my entrance, licking and nibbling and teasing what should be a completely forbidden place.

The worst part of this entire experience is how much I don’t actually hate it. My embarrassment only serves to heighten my pleasure, and every stroke of his tongue turns me into a needy, whiny little mess beneath him. Until I’m whimpering and gasping and begging for more.

“Shhh, baby. You’re being such a good girl for me this morning. Daddy’s so very proud of you, little fox.”

His praise soothes some of the sting of humiliation, though not as much as I’d like. “You are?”

“So very, very proud. Would you like a reward for being such a good girl for me, baby?”