Tanner stood slowly and moved to the padded bench where he had laid out a few carefully chosen items. He picked up the medium-sized stainless steel plug, the one with the flared base and the smooth, heavy weight he knew would make her very aware of every movement. He coated it generously with lube, then turned back to his girl.
“Over the bench, babygirl. Hands flat on the padding, bottom up.”
Junie’s breath hitched, but she obeyed, bending over the padded leather surface and presenting herself to him. The sight of her like this—vulnerable and already trembling—sent a hot surge of possessive hunger through his veins.
He stepped up behind her and smoothed one big hand over her bottom, squeezing each cheek firmly before tugging her panties down to rest just below the curve of her buttocks. “You’re going to wear this plug while you stand in the corner and think about what you did. Every time you clench, I want you to remember that your actions have consequences. And that Daddy is the one who decides how those consequences feel.”
Junie whimpered softly, pushing back against his hand despite herself. Tanner chuckled low in his throat.
“Such a needy little thing, even when you’re in trouble.”
He pressed two slick fingers against her tight hole first, circling and gently pushing inside to open her up. She gasped and rocked back onto his fingers, her body already eager for him. He worked her slowly, scissoring and stretching until she was panting and pushing back shamelessly. Only then did he withdraw his fingers and press the cool tip of the plug against her entrance.
“Relax for me, Cupcake. Breathe out.”
Junie let out a shaky breath. Tanner pushed the plug forward steadily, watching with dark satisfaction as her tight ring stretched around the widest part. She moaned loudly, fingers curling into the leather padding as the plug settled fully inside her with a soft, final pop. The heavy weight would keep her constantly aware of the intimate reminder that she belonged to him.
“Good girl,” he murmured, giving the base a gentle tug that made her whimper. “Now you’re going to feel exactly who owns this bottom while you stand in the corner.”
He pulled her panties back into place, helped her stand on slightly shaky legs, then turned her toward the corner.
“Corner. Nose to the wall, hands behind your back. Think about the money you lost and the extra work you created for yourself and your friends. Five minutes.”
Junie moved to the corner without argument, pressing her nose to the wall. Tanner stood and moved around the room quietly, letting the anticipation build. He could see the tension in her shoulders, the way her bottom clenched in nervous anticipation. Perfect.
When the five minutes were up, he called her back over. “Come here, babygirl.”
He guided her over his lap, settling her comfortably but securely. His hand rested on her panty-covered bottom for a long moment.
“These first ten swats are because you let your tempercontrol you instead of you controlling it. You’re going to feel every swat and remember that next time.”
“Firstten?” she squeaked, eyes wide.
“Cupcake, you are about to have a very long night.”
He started slow but firm, warming her up with his hand over her panties.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
The first few swats were manageable, but Junie still squirmed across his lap, letting out soft little gasps with each impact.
“Oh… Daddy…”
“Settle, babygirl,” he murmured, rubbing the sting away for a moment before landing the next set harder. “We’re just getting started.”
When he pulled her panties down to her thighs and continued on her bare skin, her sounds grew much louder and more desperate. His palm connected with a sharp crack against her right cheek, and Junie yelped, kicking her feet.
“Ow! That hurts!”
“It’s supposed to hurt, little girl.” Another firm swat landed on her left cheek, making her hiss and clench. “This is what happens when you destroy your own hard work because you couldn’t walk away from Cherry.”
Smack. Smack. Smack.
“Ahh! I’m sorry, Daddy! Ow!”
“You’re going to be a lot sorrier before we’re done,” he said calmly, spacing the swats evenly across both cheeks. Each impact drew a fresh yelp or gasp from her, her hips wiggling uselessly over his lap as she tried to escape the sting.
By the ninth swat, she was panting, her voice breaking on a whine. “Ow! Please… Daddy!”
