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A groan escapes my lips. “Daddy…” I beg.
“You don’t get to orgasm after a punishment spanking, naughty girl.”
My breath hitches. What?
“Now that I know how aroused you get from a punishment, I’ll add this to my arsenal. It will be so easy to spank your bottom and leave you without release as punishment.”
I try to push my butt outward. “Daddy,” I whimper. “No… Please.”
“Next time, you’ll think twice about whining.”
He holds me in this awkward position for so long that eventually my breathing begins to return to normal. I’m near tears with frustration, though.
“Good Little pets who don’t break the rules are rewarded with orgasms. Naughty girls are disciplined.”
I bite down on my bottom lip and squeeze my eyes closed. He’s right about one thing. This is awful. I won’t intentionally disobey him again soon.
TWELVE
Eventually, Daddy turns me onto my back. He calmly puts a clean diaper on me and sits me up.
I’m trembling as he adjusts the chain running along my back. I don’t dare mention the hook. It’s evil, but asking him to remove it would not be in my best interest. Besides, it’s devious in a way that is embarrassingly stimulating. Every movement makes me aware of its presence, and once again I’m reminded that there are nerve endings in my bottom I didn’t know existed, and those tingly points are directly attached to my pussy.
“Sit still, Little pet,” Daddy orders.
There’s a knock on the door, and Daddy calls out, “Come in.”
My breath hitches as I’m exposed to yet another stranger. The only thing I’m wearing is a diaper, and I don’t dare cover my breasts.
The man smiles and extends a hand to Daddy. “So good to see you. It’s been a while.”
“You, too. Thanks for coming. I heard you’ve developed a tracking device.”
“Yes.” The man has barely glanced in my direction, and he holds up a black case he’s carrying. “Hopefully it will add another layer of safety and give you some peace of mind.”
“That’s the plan. Where will you insert it?”
I gasp. Insert it? I was picturing an ankle bracelet or wristband.
“The easiest place is in her bicep. The procedure is quick. Her arm will be sore for a while, but eventually she’ll forget it’s there.”
I whimper.
The man finally faces me. “Aren’t you a pretty little thing? I haven’t seen red hair like yours on any of the pets yet.” He pats my head.
My tangled hair is a mess of curls all around me. But that’s the least of my concerns.
I cringe when the man sets his case on the exam table near my hip and opens it.
“If you can hold her steady…” he instructs Daddy.
Daddy wraps his arms around me from the side, securing me to his chest.
“Perfect,” says the evil man as he lifts what looks like a syringe. The only difference is the needle is rather thick.
“You’ll numb her first, won’t you?” Daddy asks.
I could kiss him.
