“They are a team, Cheryl. I think your father picked a woman who would help his career, and she did. Your mother has the family name and the old money to back his campaigns, and she gave birth to their only child. I don’t know when your father became twisted, or if he has always been that way, but that is beside the point. You are not him.”
“What does that prove? You aren’t him either, and I’m not my mother. You are genuine and self-aware, and I thought I was, but I’m not. You asked who I was, and I have no answer. All Iknow is I want you so badly, but I’m not a good person, Gabriel. Seriously. And people leave me. You will leave me. Is it bad to want to be your naughty brat forever, yet also be terrified of it?”
Gabriel smiled warmly. “No, Cheryl. It isn’t bad. You’re a woman who was raised by nannies and told who she was. This feels right to you because you’ve never openly allowed yourself to be vulnerable, never had someone to watch your back. I want you to be who you are, and to be the one who supports your discoveries. I’m the man who desires to keep you safe and tuck you in at night. When I marked you as mine, it meant forever. Do you know who you are now?”
I did. My uncertainty evaporated with Gabriel’s declaration. “Yes, I am Cheryl Johnson, a young woman with the whole world in front of her and in love with her dream man.”
“Excellent, now that we have that figured out, who else are you?”
I thought about it, and the words flowed now that I had unplugged the dam. I could see clearly. “A naughty brat who really wants and needs a daddy to spank her naughty behind, to love, punish, and reward her. I’ve always known I’m a brat, Gabriel, but instead of accepting it, I punished myself and overcompensated by acting bitchy. Accepting this aspect of my nature is liberating.”
“I’m glad you see that. It’s time for you to take that punishment you richly deserve for nearly killing yourself.”
I wanted to argue, and yesterday I would have, but today was different. I dropped my eyes and said, “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl, now inside, to the corner.”
I left the tub, grabbed a towel, and dried myself in the corner before hanging the towel over the chair by the fire to dry. I became hyper-conscious of every act, which was so different from my typical life. How many times had I gotten dressed and not felt what I was doing?
Once my nose was in the corner, I played with how my bottom jutted out, wanting to please Daddy. I found that slightly bent knees and turned-out heels allowed for a better display.
I heard the door and then silence, but I felt his eyes burning into my back. He opened the fridge in the kitchen. Oh no, not the nasty ginger again. Gabriel called me to the couch, and I lay obediently across his lap, but it wasn’t ginger root that awaited me.
“This plug has been soaking in ginger root juice. It’s going into your tight ass for the rest of the day. And these,” he said, holding up a rod with two balls, “are vibrating Ben Wa balls with a twist. This is training, so when the vibrator comes on, you will not release, and you can only take out the balls to urinate. Understand?”
Not really, but I said, “Yes, Daddy,” anyway. I had no idea what it all meant or what they would feel like once inserted. Gabriel pulled me over his lap and lubed up my puckered hole, which still felt a little used from last night. This time there was no clit stimulation to make things easier, and despite the plug being far smaller than his cock, I struggled.
Eventually, the plug was fully seated, and the juice’s effects were immediate. I lost myself in the torment of the heat piercing my insides. Gabe inserted the balls next and patted my backside. “Time to stand up and feel the weight, naughty brat.”
The double penetration hit me hard. I clenched my vaginal muscles to keep the Ben Wa balls in place, which only intensified the burning in my ass. Crossing my arms, I pouted. “You’re a mean daddy; this is horrible!”
Gabriel laughed, a genuine laugh that fueled my anger and humiliation. I glared at him, resenting his amusement. “Oh, we’re not done yet, sugar.” He led me to the front porch and handcuffed me to the railing. My ass faced the cabin, and eventhough he was the only one who could see me, the exposure was humiliating.
Then, Gabriel widened my stance by cuffing my ankles to the lower rail, forcing me to work even harder to keep the balls from slipping out. Behind me, I heard the creak of the porch swing. “Now, this is about the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I’m going to take a few pictures so you can see later how hot you look.”
I started to protest, but then I felt a vibration deep in my womb. Oh no, Gabe had turned on the Ben Wa balls. I squeezed, fighting to keep them inside. The burning in my ass intensified, and I wailed. “Gabriel, Daddy, please, I’ll be so good, I promise. Please stop, or they’ll fall out. I swear I’m not lying.”
I heard Gabriel stand. The vibration stopped, followed by a swishing sound. I screeched as a sharp line of fire erupted across my backside. Then, he was massaging away the sting. “Every time you complain, you get the birch. You see, naughty brat, you have no choice but to obey, and when you do, you will feel tremendous freedom.”
I didn’t believe him, convinced his ego was feeding him lies. This was pure hell, torture, and worst of all, I was incredibly aroused but couldn’t reach climax. Gabriel turned on the Ben Wa balls again, and I mewled my protest as I squeezed, the infernal heat wave rushing through me. I didn’t even hear the swish this time, only felt the burning line of fire across my ass from the birch. When I tried to sway my hips to ease the sting, he birched me again.
An exciting pattern began to emerge; one I found oddly comforting. For every action, there was a reaction. Daddy didn’t let me escape a single sensation, and as I worked through the swaying, the gripping, and the heat, I began to depend on those reactions.
After several rounds, I could feel myself losing control. The separateness of the acts dissolved until I felt like a roiling messof sensation. Finally, I let go, stopped thinking, stopped fighting, and just fell.
“That’s right, baby, just feel what’s happening.” He pressed the button, and I moaned, squeezing as I felt the heat and moaned louder.
“Daddy, I’m so turned on; everything feels like it’s on fire.”
“That’s right, baby, feel the fire. Now imagine that’s my cock filling your needy cunt.” He pressed the button, and the delicious feeling instantly vanished. I instinctively pressed back, trying to regain the pressure that was no longer there. Instead, I squeezed the plug and gained a new appreciation for the fullness inside me.
“Oh my, Daddy, I... The sensations are so intense. How much longer do I have to endure this? I need you so badly.”
“We have a little more to go before I’m satisfied that you’ve learned your lesson.”
“Yes, sir.” I was his, and now I understood the difference between playing and the real thing. This was as real as it got. He stood so close I could feel his body heat. He ran a hand down my back, the touch shocking me with a new sensation added to the myriad I was already experiencing.
He patted the plug, and the tiny spanks set something off inside me, heat sizzled up my spine. I knew that when I finally orgasmed, it would be unlike anything I had ever experienced.
