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Grabbing a fresh ice cube, I circled her clit. Antonia shivered with the cool invasion. When the ice cube melted and her inner fire quelled, I tapped her labia with my hand.
“When the coolness wears off, little brat, you’ll feel the sting, and your needy little pussy will be singing, begging for release.”
I ran a fresh ice cube down her crack and pressed the remnants inside her back entrance. Goosebumps broke out on her skin.
“Cold, baby?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I slid the galangal root partially in, massaging the tight ring of muscle to make sure the juice from the root was soaking into her tissue. It would take longer for her to feel the heat, but when she did, it would be an inferno.
I applied more ice on her swollen folds and hardened nub while I inserted the root plug. I stood back, admiring the little carved handle that protruded between her reddened cheeks.
“Tell me what you feel, little girl.”
“I’m not sure. It’s a little itchy, kinda numb, and a little warm. It’s getting warmer… crap! What is it? Get it out!”
“Always so dramatic. Surely you remember the heat of the galangal root, Antonia?”
A piteous-sounding moan came from my little brat.
“That’s not fair!”
Oh no she didn’t!
Grabbing the thickest of the paddles, I smacked her backside, striking the left then the right cheek, alternating side to side while she howled. Stopping suddenly, I leaned in close to her ear.
“I’m sorry, was you almost bleeding to death fair? How do you think it would have gone down, babygirl, if Daddy had come home to find you dead?”
I brought the paddle down with some force, driving home my point. “Would that have been fair?”
I punished her backside with hard concise strokes and a deliberateness she couldn’t hold out against for long.
“I’m sorreee! So sorry, Daddy. Please forgive me.”
“I already did, little brat. But you haven’t forgiven yourself and until you do, this session will continue.”
Just like that, the sniffling and tears stopped. Her body language shifted as if she was preparing herself.
“Feel the heat, Antonia. Feel it sear you from the inside out.”
She moaned in response to my words. More moans when I traced my finger along her dripping seam. Sliding my hand over the plug, I pumped it, causing fresh juice to melt any remaining effects of the ice.
The signals of hot and cold would cross, sending her spiraling with sensations until icy water and heat blended and deciphering between them would be almost impossible. The dragon tongue came down, whipping her reddened, chilled backside.
“Oh—ooh!”
The lash landed on the plug with a snap, shifting it forward inside of her. Her mewls grew in volume, her weeping entrance dripped with heat and need.
On a lighter stroke, I brought the tongue between her legs, the leather tip flapping against her dewy opening, heightening Antonia’s desire.
“Daddy! Please, please, may I come?”
“Do you deserve to come, naughty girl?”
“Nooo,” she wailed.
“Wrong answer.”
