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He’s already thinking ahead to Christmas? The movie will be done by then, won’t it? So is this just hypothetical, or… is he hoping for more?
Am I hoping for more?
“On amber days,” Rip continued, “I’ll let you experiment. I’m not saying you’re gonna make me into a sub. Like I said, that’s just not me. You’re not going to punish me or get away with bad behavior. But you can act a little more dominant — or bratty — on amber days if you like. You can order me around a little. See how it feels. Be the puppet master. If I’m not happy with anything you do, it’s back to a red day. Which means you’ll be instantly punished for trying to take control.”
Mabel thought about this. If he wasn’t going to submit to her, how was she meant to dominate him? Ah well. Probably best not to question it. Better to say yes while he was agreeing to let her at least push her boundaries a tiny bit.
“Okay,” she said. “Sounds good, I think. But… what’s today?”
“That all depends on how sick you are,” Rip replied. “We’d better check your vitals, just to make sure.”
Mabel held out her wrist, expecting him to check her pulse as he’d done when they were camping.
“Not here,” he replied. “I want you to lie down on the bed for me, on your front, and pull down your pants and panties. Call me when you’re ready.” He pointed to an open door leading into what was presumably his bedroom.
Mabel went into the room and looked at the simple metal bed with sheets on it that had been tucked and folded with military precision.
“Wow,” Mabel called nervously. “You’re a real neat-freak, huh?”
“I said ‘Call me when you’re ready,’ Rip called back to her. Not ‘Call me when you’re feeling sassy.’”
“Sorry, Daddy,” Mabel said, climbing up onto the bed. Had she really heard him right that he wanted her on her front with her panties pulled down? Was he about to spank her before checking her vitals, or was this some kind of humiliation thing? She got the feeling that if she tried to question him, she’d get told off again.
Ah well, here goes nothing…
She lay on her front, resting her head to one side so that she could breathe properly, and then wriggled out of her pants and panties.
“Ready, Daddy,” she called sweetly.
She heard nothing for a few moments, and she worried that Rip had left the cabin. She wondered whether to call again, or maybe this was part of the punishment he was doling out: making her wait. She seemed to remember seeing that on the list somewhere. It had been averylong list.
Finally, she heard Rip’s heavy booted footsteps. When she saw Rip enter holding a long thin object with a silver bulb on the end of it, she squirmed.
“Is that a… thermometer, Daddy?”
“Mmm-hmm,” Rip replied. “It’s a rectal thermometer. Hold still please while Daddy squirts some cold lube on your asshole.”
“I’ve never had one of those before, Daddy,” said Mabel. “I’m not sure if I can do it. It feels… wrong.”
“Nothing wrong with this,” said Rip, holding up the thermometer. “In fact, rectal thermometers give you the most accurate reading possible. I like to be precise. It’s important we check you’re fit and well. And ready for what comes next.”
Before Mabel could answer back, she felt Rip’s hand pushing apart her buttocks, which were still sore from yesterday’s spanking, and then she felt something cold and sticky being drizzled over her asshole. She felt it run down onto her pussy lips, too. He was being very generous with the stuff. Surely he was being more generous than was strictly necessary.
“Hold still now, babygirl,” he said. “This won’t hurt as long as you stay nice and relaxed.”
How one was meant to stay relaxed while one’s butthole was being plundered by a rectal thermometer was a mystery to Mabel, but she tried her best to breathe and stay calm.
“Good,” said Rip. “That’s far enough. Now, that needs to stay in place for three minutes. No wriggling around, please. Even the tiniest movement could mess with the reading.”
Mabel lay still, feeling the long, thin thermometer sticking out of her asshole. It tickled slightly, but it also felt… strangely good to have something up there. She’d never put anything into her ass before. Hadn’t even crossed her mind to try it. Now, she wondered how it might feel to have the object inside of her go deeper, or grow larger…
There was a small movement behind her, but she couldn’t look around far enough to see Rip. She wondered what he was up to. There was no way he could be touching himself, was there? She was being punished for touching herself today, so maybe that would be perfect payback? The thought of him masturbating at the sight of her bare, probed ass turned her on for some reason. She squirmed a little, rubbing her bare pussy against his sheets, feeling the cold lubricant oozing down her sensitive slit.
“Stop that, naughty girl,” said Rip. “Or Daddy’s going to punish you even harder later.”
Mabel swallowed, forcing herself to stop. But the stiller she lay, the more desperate she felt to soothe her aching pussy. It yearned to be touched, to be probed, too.
There was silence now for the reminder of the time she had to lie there. She stayed statue-still, hoping that if she got the process over and done with, they could move onto something more… pussy-focused.
