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“Daddy, please,” I begged as he added a third finger. He stretched me open wider, the burning intensifying, and for the first time the pain took my breath away and I felt real fear.
His cock wasfarbigger than his fingers.
I whimpered as he pumped them into me, the burn never really lessening as his movements turned a bit rougher. The pinch deepened, burrowing down into my core and refusing to let go. Then he pulled his fingers free, and I heard the bottle of lubricant squeak again before the steel tip of the plug pressed against my asshole.
I stiffened and reached back, grabbing at his wrist and attempting to stop him from pushing the plug inside me. Instead, he pinned my hand behind my back and cleared his throat, showcasing his disappointment.
“Bad girl,” he scolded.
Without warning, he forced the metal plug inside me with one hard push and I couldn’t clench hard enough to stop it. It seemed like only a fraction of a second had passed with the tip pushing against my asshole when its large, bulbous end had pushed fully into me. Once the shock of the moment passed, the pain took over.
With a sharp cry, I recoiled away from his thighs. My body tried to become even smaller, tensing over and over again around the base of the plug which only caused more pain to flare up and down my spine. My whimpers didn’t stop as the fiery agony burned through me. It overwhelmed me, its bounds seemingly endless. A part of me worried it would go on forever until it finally started to quell, and I was able to catch my breath. I whimpered a little as I settled back down over his knee.
“There now. I think my little girl is finally ready for her spanking,” he said, and my clit pulsed hard.
“It hurts,” I whined, and his thumb pushed the base down a little.
“My cock is far bigger than this plug, my Ada,” he warned as his finger caressed my swollen folds. He teased my needy clit, and it felt so impossibly good that I couldn’t help but grind into his touch.
“I know, Daddy,” I moaned. I bit my lip to keep quiet a sigh of disappointment when he pulled his hand away only for him to wipe my wetness off on my right bottom cheek. The cool chill of my arousal made me shiver with need as his palm settled on the opposite cheek. His other arm wound around my waist, holding me in place for what was quickly looking like the spanking of my life.
“Are you ready to cry over Daddy’s knee, little girl?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned, lifting my bottom just a little to show him how willing I was.
I needed him to spank me hard and then put me on my hands and knees so that he could fuck my ass even harder.
The first spank landed directly on top of the plug. Its fullness caught me off guard, but another firm spank landed just beneath it. I gasped, the infernal sting rising far more quickly than I anticipated.
My anxious arousal steamrolled me, taking me by surprise and forcing me along for the ride.
Shane didn’t start off spanking me gently. From the start, each slap was viciously ruthless and adoringly cruel. With my bottom full and my cheeks stinging, there was nothing more to focus on than what was happening in that moment. My entire world became the brutal sting, and I was fully aware that this was only going to end with fresh tears streaming down my face.
He did exactly as he’d said he would.
In what seemed like mere minutes, my entire bottom was on fire. He punished from the upper peaks all the way down to the middle of my thighs. His hold on me was strong no matter how much I wiggled and squirmed. I knew that my physical strength would be no match for him at this point. He could hold me down and spank me as long and hard as he needed to like this.
I made no vow to keep quiet, but what I did hold myself to was the notion that I wouldn’t make this easy on him. When he finally made me cry over his knee, every tear and every sob was going to be real. That was going to be the way it was between us, from now until the end of time.
“Daddy!” I wailed.
“We’re only just getting started, little girl. This ass is going to be much redder by the time I’m done.”
He meant it, too. The wicked sting of his hand drove deep, biting hard with agonizing pain only to be followed by a visceral burning desire. I could feel myself spiraling, falling head over heels as his palm seared a message into my vulnerable backside.
I belonged to him.
“You’re mine, little girl. To have, to hold, and to break,” he growled.
His declaration combined with the fierceness of his punishing hand was enough to push me over the edge. I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling my body tense around the plug. He smacked directly on top of it several times, forcing me to truly contend with the scalding sting as well as the foreign fullness inside of my most private place.
Impossibly so, the spanking got harder, and my will to outlast him finally began to falter. I tried to hold out a bit longer, but his punishing hand focused on my thighs, and my eyes started to water.
“Break for me, my little Ada,” he coaxed.
Like my body was answering his call, the first tear coursed down my cheek. There was no stopping what came after that. My tears fell in spades, breaking me down and stealing away the stress of the past few weeks in an instant.
The freedom I experienced with Shane was like nothing else. There was no better feeling in the world, not from drugs or booze or any stimulant.
