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“Daddy, no. Please. I’ll be good.”

He ignores my pleas. “Arms above your head, Rava.”

I start crying as I obey him. “Daddy,” I murmur.

He restrains my wrists to the end of the exam table before lifting me by the hips. “Pull your knees under you and spread them open.”

I’m panting as he forces me into this degrading position. As soon as I’m arranged to his satisfaction, he removes my diaper, leaving me naked, cold, trembling, and sniffling. Why did I sass him?

His hand comes to the small of my back, holding me down, keeping me from lifting my hips and extending my legs. I’m so exposed, and my pussy is pulsing. I’m filled with what’s becoming my regular emotions: frustration and arousal. They go together. I’m so angry that he’s going to spank me yet again, while at the same time, my body betrays me. I like it when I’m naked around him. I don’t care what the reasons are as long as he’s touching me. The more of my skin he touches, the better I feel.

Even the thought of him spanking me turns me on because it means more of his palm against my desperate skin.

When Daddy palms my bottom, I moan.

“My Little pet likes to be restrained and punished.”

I shake my head between my outstretched arms. “No, Daddy,” I lie.

He reaches between my thighs and strokes my folds. “Naughty girl. Do you know how disobedient it is to tell fibs to Daddy?”

I squirm, not responding. It’s not necessary. He knows I lied. He can smell it and touch the evidence of my arousal.

“So much cream coming out of this naughty pussy. You have no idea how hard my cock gets when you’re this horny, Little pet.”

A tremor shakes my entire body.

“Your scent is intoxicating.” He drags his finger from my folds to my tight rear hole, making me clench in anticipation of him entering me. I have no doubt he will. He knows I enjoyed it when the doctor examined my bottom.

It’s still humiliating, though, so my face is burning hot.

Instead of putting a finger in me, Daddy inserts something else. I clench my cheeks to no avail. Whatever it is, it’s not painful. It must be narrow, or perhaps my rectum is still stretched out from yesterday’s activities.

My vision is blocked by my arms, so I can’t see a thing. What I know is that he’s gradually inserting it deeper, and when it’s fully seated, I’m confused because it feels like something metal is resting against the crack between my cheeks.

The sound of a chain clinking behind me makes me flinch. The palm on my back moves to my side. There’s a clicking noise I’ve come to recognize. It’s the sound of a clasp being attached to me. But where has he attached it?

The chain extends up my back, and a moment later, it’s snapped onto my collar.

I try to rise, confused, but Daddy presses me into place. “Stay still, naughty girl. It’s an anal hook. It’s lodged deep in your bottom and attached to your collar to ensure it remains secure until I decide to remove it.”

I squirm. “Daddy…” My tone isn’t whiny. I’m doing my best to avoid that noise.

“I’m going to spank you now, Little pet. It’s how you will learn to obey me. I won’t be lenient with you. As you’ve pointed out, you’re very intelligent, which means you’re well-aware that I will not tolerate whining. I assume your IQ is high enough that you haven’t forgotten that rule.”

He’s using my words against me, and I want to be angry. Yesterday, when I was in a similar situation as this, I was fuming. Today, I’m panting with need. My pussy is going to vibrate when he starts swatting me. I suspect when he’s done, I’ll be so worked up that I’ll repeat the same offense just to get his palm on me again.

Daddy swats my bottom hard. I gasp and hold my breath as I absorb the sensation. It’s different with the hook in my bottom. The metal rod vibrates inside me, quivering like a ripple effect of his palm.

Instead of screaming in pain, I push back, needing more. I’ve lost my marbles.

“Greedy Little pet. Trust me when I say you are not going to like this punishment.” He spanks me again. And again. And a fourth time.

I’m buzzing with an all-consuming need. The tight knot is building. Anticipation grows. My pussy is dripping.

Several more slaps fill the air, each one landing in another place on the backs of my thighs and my bottom. Sometimes, he even includes the hook, pushing it in deeper.

Finally, he stops. I’m gasping for breath and so desperate for release that I can’t think. I want to squirm, but I can’t because he has a firm grip on my back, pressing me into the table.