Essie couldn’t tear her eyes away from the plug. Her bottom clenched as she imagined how the metal device would feel.
“Of course, if my Little girl still can’t be honest, I’d have to go up a size or two to help her learn to make better decisions.”
“I kept trying to figure out the smallest key. With the mystery of the other keys solved, that last one kept ricocheting into my mind. I had to know. I couldn’t concentrate on anything else,” she blurted.
“Thank you for telling me the truth, Essie. Thiswillbe the best size. Go get the lubricant for me from Daddy’s drawer.”
She studied the carpet for a minute as she digested what he had asked. She had to go get the lubricant? He was going to make her participate in her punishment. Essie peeked up to see if she’d misunderstood. Zander hadn’t moved. He was waiting for her.
Giving him lots of time to stop her, she walked slowly around the bed to his side and opened the nightstand. Collecting the bottle of lubricant, she returned to him at a snail’s pace. Zander never fidgeted. He stood quietly at the side of the bed.
Essie extended the container out to him. “Daddy…”
“Hold on to that for a minute,” he told her before she could finish.
Zander sat on the bed, drawing her between his legs. He set the plug next to him before wrapping his powerful hands around her hips. “Lying will damage our relationship. Even small white lies add up to create a wall between us.”
The truth of his words rattled her. “I didn’t mean to be bad. I was so curious, and I hate that I can’t get into the nursery to explore.”
“I can see that. Did you think of asking for an update? I would have told you how the cleanup was coming.”
“Or you could have told me,” she whispered.
“Or I could have told you,” he agreed. “Daddies can learn as well. I’ll keep in mind that you’d like more information. You’re so busy, I didn’t want to add something else to take your mental energy.”
“Does that mean you get a plug too?”
“No.” Zander picked up the device by his side and held it up. “Why are you wearing this?”
“Because…” Essie hesitated. “Because I lied?”
“Yes, Little girl. You made up several stories,” Zander reminded her.
“And that’s bad,” she agreed. “But I didn’t know I could ask questions.”
“And now you do. I have a feeling you were aware that lying is bad.”
She couldn’t argue with that. “Yes, Daddy.”
Zander unfastened her pants and pulled her panties and slacks down to her knees. “Over my lap, Little girl,” he directed, guiding her into place over his thighs.
Still gripping the lubricant bottle. Essie dangled over his legs. Her fingers and toes barely brushed the ground, making her feel precariously perched, but Zander’s powerful forearm on her lower back held her steady. He wouldn’t let her fall. Essie bit her lip. Torn between embarrassment and arousal, she didn’t know how to act.
He rubbed his free hand over her bare bottom. Essie’s face flamed hot as she imagined his vantage point. “Daddy,” she whined.
“What a beautiful baby I have. I’ll take that now, Essie.”
He plucked the container from her fingers when she offered it to him. “Good girl. Relax, sweetheart. I’ll always take care of you.”
Essie covered her face as she did the exact opposite of his instructions. She automatically clenched her buttocks. Maybe he would give up if he thought she was too tight. He spread her bottom cheeks easily despite her efforts. She heard a click before a cool drizzle landed on her small entrance. Essie jumped at the feel of his finger spreading the liquid across that nerve-rich area. A squeak slipped through her lips when that fingertip pressed inside.
“I’m sorry you lied, Little girl, but Daddy needed to know that your bottom is so narrow. Thank goodness I found these dilators. You’ll wear these regularly to widen this passage.”
“No, Daddy,” she wailed. She wanted to hate this completely, but the sensation of his fingers gliding in and out of her did funny things to her. Soon, her inner thighs were wet with her slick juices. Without meaning too, she lifted her bottom up to meet his next stroke inside.
“That’s better. Good girl. Maybe you’ll decide you like Daddy’s touch on your bottom.”
She shook her head vigorously, not trusting herself to answer aloud.
