“No, you have not.” Yet, is the unspoken word that hangs in the air, as though somehow she knows I was thinking about kicking her. “Before bed we’re going to insert your plug. That will help you take your Daddy’s cock in your ass when it’s time.”
Plug?
I do not understand what she means, but I remain bent over the bed. I am too exhausted to push myself up to standing without the use of my arms right now anyway.
As long as I am not getting a spanking, it cannot be too terrible, right?
Something hard and cold and slick pushes at the opening to my bottom, reminding me of the enema nozzle. Unlike the nozzle, which only got a little bigger as it went deeper, this plug widens very quickly and I cry out as my tiny hole is stretched wider than ever.
I’d wondered if the enema nozzle would prepare me for the Duke’s cock, and now I know the answer is no. The Duke’s cock is much bigger than the nozzle, and I do not know how big this plug is, but if it’s supposed to help prepare me for the Duke’s cock then the nozzle was surely not enough. This is more than discomfort – it hurts. Aches.
My opening and insides are already tender from the dual enemas, and I can feel that soreness as the plug is pushed inside me. My muscles clench, trying to push it back out again, to no avail.
“Nanny, please, it is too big!” The sharp ache burns and stings as the plug stretches me wider, tears gathering in my eyes all over again. I buck on the bed, though it does very little other than rub my breasts against the fabric of the awful shirt Nanny has put me in. My sensitive nipples throb from the stimulation.
“Do not worry, we’ll widen you,” she reassures me, which is not reassuring at all as the plug recedes and then pushes in deeper. It does, indeed, stretch me wider, and I cry out, struggling to push myself up to no avail.
I hear the sound of the door opening and I squeal, kicking my feet. Nanny’s hand presses down firmly on the small of my back, the plug halfway in my bottom.
“Your Grace,” she says. “I am unable to stand at the moment, my apologies.”
“Not to worry. I just wanted to see how my little Betty is handling her evening before I leave.”
“Washed and thoroughly cleaned out, I’m just inserting the plug,” Nanny says cheerfully. “She’s struggling a little to take it, but we’re almost there.”
Hearing that we’re almost there should be a relief, but I’m too upset at knowing I’mnot quite thereand there’s still more widening to be done. I whimper, pressing my face against the bed beneath me. I can only imagine how I look to the Duke.
Certainly nothing like the suave, accomplished mistress I always imagined myself as. Instead, I’m wearing a garment that covers nothing below my waist, my bottom is likely still pink from my most recent spanking, and my pussy is shockingly wet and slick.
“Here, let me assist,” he says smoothly, and I can feel his presence as it nears. Turning my head, I catch a glimpse of his sartorial splendor. He is dressed for a ball, in stark black and white, his dark hair brushed back from his face and gleamingin the lamplight. The austere lines of his expression are neutral, but there is a light in his eyes, his gaze focused on my backside.
I feel his hands replace Nanny’s, one on the small of my back, the other on the plug. I almost manage to push it from my little hole before he catches it.
“You are going to have to get used to this, little Betty,” he says as he begins thrusting the plug back and forth in the narrow aperture, fucking me with it like his cock used my pussy. “You will have larger things there soon enough.”
The dark promise in his words makes me whimper as much as the sensation of the plug moving back and forth, stretching me over and over again. He does not push the plug deeper than Nanny had, and my bottom is quickly getting used to being opened to that width. The discomfort is fading, and he seems to be enjoying just watching my bottom take the length of the plug over and over again, without pushing deeper… until he does.
The sharp sting of stretching burns and I cry out again, wriggling in place, as the plug noses into new territory.
“Please!”
My cries go unheeded and then suddenly there is relief as the plug is within me. I can feel a narrow stem, just after the thickest part of it, which my hole closes around. It’s so much smaller than the bulb, that it’s a relief, even if my bottom is not fully closed. The base of it is outside the channel, pressing slightly into the cheeks around my hole, holding the plug in place. I pant with the sensation of being so very full, in a completely different manner than the Duke’s cock had filled me.
“Good girl.”
He pats my bottom, and a rush of warm emotion rushes through me at the accolade. I almost hate myself for enjoying hearing him call me that, but the praise feels nice after the ordeal.
It was not as bad as a spanking, at least.
“I do believe she has earned herself a treat before bed, but it will have to be quick,” he says, and I know he is speaking to Nanny, but my ears perk up at the idea of a treat. “I need to leave shortly.”
“Of course, Your Grace, I will assist.”
I have no idea what they are talking about. My hope for a real treat of some kind dies when I find myself on my knees in front of the duke, his hands opening the front of his trousers to reveal his hard cock bobbing in front of him. Nanny is unbuttoning a front lapel on my garment, which falls down over my bound arms, revealing my breasts pushed up between them.
The Duke sits down on the edge of the frilly bed, his hands on either side of him.
“Time for your treat, little Betty. Suck Daddy’s cock for it.”
