But Daddy only laughs and flexes his hips, driving himself deeper inside me. “Don’t worry, babygirl. It will fit. Your body was made for this. Made to take Daddy in every possible way. Try to relax. The more you fight me, the more it will hurt.”
Relax? How the heck am I supposed to relax when he’s shoving his giant cock in the wrong freaking hole?
I don’t know, but I do believe him that fighting will only make it worse. And there’s a part of me that wants to fight. Thatwantsit to hurt because of how much I hurt my family. Maybe I deserve the pain for being so naughty.
A low growl rumbles in my ear as Daddy leans over me, his body weight pressing me into the arm of the couch. “Maybe another spanking would help my babygirl relax, hmmm?”
Somehow, the thought of another spanking on top of what I’ve already endured is more threatening than anything, and my body simply deflates beneath him.
“That’s my good girl.” He groans loudly, driving deeper yet into my most forbidden hole. “Turn your head, baby. Look at our family.”
Our family. I’d completely forgotten they were there. Watching this depraved act.
It must not actually be possible to die from humiliation, because surely if it were, I’d be dead already.
Forcing my head to turn, I open my eyes and stare up at my blurry family. Uncle Axel and Uncle Bram have their wide-eyed babygirls pressed up against them, and it takes me a moment to realize that their hands are in Lanie and Josie’s diapers. Touching them. Making them come, while they watch my Daddy debase me.
Need, so unexpected it nearly makes me choke, flares between my thighs and I grind my hips into the couch, desperately seeking some kind of relief.
A sharp sting radiates across my hip, pulling a startled cry from my throat as Daddy chuckles, low and wicked. “None of that, little girl.” He fucks my bottom with shallow little thrusts, forcing me to open for him. “This is a punishment. Naughty babies don’t come during a punishment unless Daddy says so.”
“Please, Daddy,” I whine, tensing against the desire to disobey entirely and chase my release. “I’ll never be naughty again!”
“Oh, my precious little firecracker. I would be so very disappointed if that was true.”
His words freeze me in place. “You would?”
Another thrust, deeper this time, and I realize he’s buried all the way inside me. The hairs on his legs feel like sandpaper, scraping over my abused skin as he rocks against me. “Yes, baby. I love it when you give me reasons to put you over my knee and spank that naughty little bottom until you’re a sobbing, sorry, messy little baby. Nothing in this world brings me more joy.”
He rocks his hips again, fucking me deep inside my bottom as he laughs. “Well, nothing except being inside your tight little asshole. I could fuck you like this every day and never tire of how good you feel around me, babygirl.”
The knowledge that I’m pleasing him, that punishing me and fucking me both make him happy fills me with a joy so intense it makes my chest ache. Lifting my hips, I push back against him, letting out a soft whine when my aching bottom presses against his hips.
“Please,” I beg, desperate and beyond caring that our family is watching me beg for Daddy’s cock in my bottom. “Please.”
“What do you want, baby? Use your big girl words for Daddy.”
“Please… please f–fuck me, Daddy!”
Again he groans as he rocks inside me. “Where do you want Daddy to fuck you, baby?”
“My–my bottom! Please fuck my bottom, Daddy!”
“Good fucking girl.”
The world falls away as he pulls back and then slams into my aching bottom. Over and over he fucks me, and all I knowhis him and this horrible, perverse need pounding through my veins.
“Please, please, please,” I chant, unable to form words beyond my desperate begging for more, for mercy, for things beyond what my mind can even comprehend.
A hand slides between my hips and the couch, clever fingers pressing against my swollen clit. “Come for me, baby. Come with your bottom full of Daddy’s cock. Show our family how fucking good you are for your Daddy.”
Reality fractures around me. Somewhere in the distance, someone screams as a volcano of pleasure erupts inside me.
I’m vaguely aware of Daddy slamming into me, of his warmth coating my insides as his chest heaves with deep, shuddering breaths.
“My very good girl,” he murmurs as he pulls his cock free, and a low, keening wail slips from my lips, earning me a low chuckle as he gathers me in his arms. “So greedy for Daddy’s cock, aren’t you, baby? Don’t worry, you’ll be getting plenty of it this week. Daddy plans to keep your bottom so full of his cum you won’t be able to walk straight.”
It should sound like a threat. But right now, it just sounds like a promise.
