Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 141428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Dear Lord.
So embarrassing. To her shock, he ran a finger down where her cheeks met. She tightened them.
“What’s wrong, baby girl? Don’t you like me touching your bottom? Is that on your limits?”
“N-no. I just . . . do you want to do that?”
“Perhaps. But only if it’s something you want. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want. And you can think about it since it’s not happening right now. Part your legs. Good girl.”
She lowered her legs and pushed them apart. He kneeled between her open thighs.
Okay, perhaps being spanked wouldn’t be so bad if she got an orgasm afterward. He parted her pussy lips and ran a finger over her clit, circling it.
Greedy girl.
She’d already come several times. How many orgasms did she want?
“Unfortunately, you don’t get to come after a punishment.” He said that just as he pushed two fingers deep inside her. She moaned, then her brain caught up with what he’d said.
“W-what? Why not? Then why?”
“Why am I touching your pussy? Getting you all worked up?” he murmured.
“Yes!”
“For these.” He held up some beads. She blinked, wondering what the heck he was talking about.
“What are those?”
“These are Ben-Wa balls. Have you heard of these before?”
Oh heck.
She was in trouble now.
Hayes could tell by the look on her face that she had heard of Ben-Wa balls and she wasn’t a fan of where he was about to put them.
“I can see you know where these are going.”
“I don’t think that’s going to work!”
“Oh, it will work. See, you are still being punished so these are going to go up inside your pussy and you aren’t allowed to come. If you do come, then I’m going to spend a good part of tonight edging you. And believe me you do not want a punishment edging.”
“Holy heck.”
“If you need to pee, then you can ask me to take them out. Otherwise, they stay in there until I take them out.”
A calculating look filled her face.
“And you can’t ask to pee after five minutes and expect them to stay out. I’ll put them back in,” he warned.
“Darn it.”
He grasped hold of the ball at the end and, parting her pussy lips again, he slid one ball into her pussy, pushing it up inside her. The second ball popped in. Then the third. A string hung down which was used to pull them back out.
Later.
He licked his fingers clean while she watched, her face enraptured. Then he grabbed her panties and put them on her.
“Wait there while Daddy gets you something to wear.”
He got her new yellow onesie from the living room and walked back in with it. He’d deliberately bought a short sleeved one with wide arm holes.
After getting her dressed in it, he picked her up and put her on his hip.
“So, baby girl. What would you like to try playing with first?”
This was torture.
It was definitely against Little law.
She whimpered as she moved and the balls inside her pussy rubbed against each other.
Not cool.
She was so turned on that it was nearly painful. And Daddy expected her to pay attention to the Lego castle he was trying to help her build?
No. Nope.
“This is impossible, Daddy! I can’t do it with this stupid hand.”
“Don’t call your hand stupid,” he scolded. “It’s not stupid.”
“But it’s so hard to put this together when I can’t really use it.” Plus it was throbbing in time with her poor bottom. Having a sore bottom also made it hard to concentrate.
And then there were the beads in her pussy.
“It’s time for a break, anyway. You need some painkillers, lunch, and a nap.”
“I do not need a nap.”
“Yes, you do,” he said firmly. “I’ll pack this up. Let’s put a cartoon on the television while I’m making you something to eat.”
“Spaghetti?” she asked hopefully.
“All right. Spaghetti.”
“Yay!” She settled on the sofa with a wince. “You need cushions, Daddy.”
“Why?” he asked.
“Um, because you don’t have any and cushions look pretty.”
“Oh, I thought you were going to say so you could cushion your sore bottom.”
Yeah. That too.
Hayes put on a cartoon about talking dogs that she loved while he got her lunch ready. She just couldn’t get comfortable, though. She attempted to wiggle around. But every time she did, a burst of pleasure ran through her.
This sucked.
She huffed and lay on her side. Then with her good hand, she reached down to cup herself.
“No touching yourself, baby,” Hayes said from the kitchen.
Darn it.
“Daddy, do you have eyes in the back of your head?”
“Yep,” he replied. “And you should remember that.”
She moved her hand away and tried to concentrate on the TV show. She could feel her eyes getting heavy.
No falling asleep.
When he put her down for a nap she was determined not to sleep. Just to show him that she didn’t need a nap.
Although it would be really nice to have a nap.