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“Did he fuck this little ass hard, honey?” I repeated. Gently I pressed my thumb inside her, and she let out a cry of alarm and evident need.
“Oh, please… Daddy… oh, God… I… please let me…”
I watched, delighted, as her bare pussy gave a hard clench. She gave a sob from deep in her chest.
“Yes, Daddy,” she cried, as if her body had made the decision to obey rather than she herself. “He fucked me so hard. It hurt… oh, it hurt… but… but…”
I heard, a little surprised but very happy, a note of good-girl pride in Marianne’s words, along with an embarrassed reluctance. Moving my head a little to the side, I could see her face, left cheek against the table and eyes closed. Her right cheek had gone very red.
“But you took Daddy Phil’s cock, didn’t you? The way a good girl does?”
I took my left hand from the iron bar of my erection so that I could use it between Marianne’s thighs, rubbing her clit delicately as my thumb moved in and out of her still-well-lubed anus.
“Oh… Daddy,” she moaned. “Yes… yes, Daddy. Like a… like a…”
I could hear the coming orgasm in her voice, and I took my hand away. Human resources’ instructions had said very clearly that Marianne should not come until tomorrow. Part of me—the tender part—found the directive unnecessary and cruel. The rest of me—the stern daddy part I knew my bad girl needed most—understood completely.
Marianne Givens had already started to learn her lesson, I could tell. What had brought about the beginning of that rehabilitation was the uncompromising and unrelenting way Phil and I had given her what she so desperately needed: the strict sexual discipline that would in the end make her happiest. Today, that meant making sure she didn’t come as she had her ass whipped and fucked; tomorrow it would mean making sure she did—if Marianne managed to remain obedient.
I moved a little closer and took my thumb out of her adorable asshole, so that I could put the head of my hardness there. Marianne whimpered softly into the padding of the sturdy table Selecta had sent us so that we could fuck our SRDs as conveniently as possible. I took the warm halves of my bad girl’s sweet ass in my hands, squeezing them gently so that her whimper became a moan.
“Daddy’s going to fuck your little bottom for you now,” I told her. “Go ahead and open up like you did for Daddy Phil.”
* * *
Marianne
My breath, emerging from my nose, came out with a long, low whining moan as I tried to obey my daddy. After the spanks and the caresses, I couldn’t find any more resistance inside me. For a moment I thought I had forgotten the shameful thing I had learned from my blue-eyed daddy, the mortifying relaxing and pushing with muscles not meant to receive a man’s rigid penis.
Daddy Jacob wasn’t as patient as I expected he might be: he gripped my hips firmly and he kept pushing.
My moan grew into a little scream. I tried to buck my hips to get away.
My daddy held me in place, and kept thrusting into my smallest place. Then, just when I thought I couldn’t do it, my panicking body remembered. I gave the humiliating little push, and I let my daddy in.
The second cock in her ass… the second today… this afternoon… because… because she’s a bad girl… she takes two cocks in her bottom, when her daddies punish her…
The shameful thoughts running through my head made my hips jerk again and again against Daddy Jacob’s strong hands, my pussy wanting so desperately to find a masculine hardness that wasn’t there, that my daddies had denied me.
Instead, Daddy Jacob fucked my ass. It hurt… it hurt terribly. My brown-eyed daddy’s cock was much thicker than my blue-eyed daddy’s. It stretched me even further, until I screamed with the overwhelming mixture of sensations, and Daddy Jacob drove deep from the start, impaling me fully on his rigid shaft.
“Oh, Daddy…” I sobbed. “Oh… it hurts… please, Daddy… please…”
“Shh, honey,” Daddy Jacob murmured simply. “You know you need this.”
Oh, God.I did. To my dismay, I did.It’s all a punishment,I heard Daddy Jacob say in my mind,It’s all a punishment,as if every thrust into my poor, whipped backside brought a renewal of his words. A bad girl… a sore bottom… only fucked… a punishment.
Would it be a punishment even when they made me come? My moans softened as I somehow began to get used to the discomfort of having my daddy’s huge manhood in my most shameful place. I felt myself begin to yield to his thrusts, to his strength, to him, in a way I hadn’t imagined I could: despite how terribly full and open he had made my bottom, I found that I had begun to push against him, as if I wanted him there.
The surge of arousal in my pussy, when I understood that my body had acknowledged my need for my daddy’s discipline, made me desperate. Without even thinking about it, I moved my right hand from next to my face down between my legs. I couldn’t bear not to have some stimulation, some relief, some bit of friction there where I had begun to ache so deeply.
“No, honey,” Daddy Jacob growled, the sternness of his tone contrasting sharply with thehoney. He thrust in very deep, until his lap met my hot bottom cheeks. My hand had only managed to find out how terribly wet I was before it froze in fear.
“Put that hand back where it was,” Daddy Jacob said, his voice still very severe. He held his cock there, where it was, much too big for my little asshole. “Only your daddies can give you permission to play with yourself.”
I felt my face twist into a woeful pout. I took the hand away, put it back in front of my face. I let out a sob as my nose caught the fragrance of my desperate need.
“Good girl,” Daddy Jacob grunted, beginning my ordeal again, moving his hardness where it seemed every new thrust took me to a new level of submission. I heard in the huskiness of his words the truth of what he said next. “Daddy’s going to come in you so soon.”
