Greetings, Your Highness Part 2
A while after breakfast, my spouse, "Daddy," says we're going to the market. He brings up our agreement. (For those who didn't bother reading part 1, I agreed that if he gave me a treat, I'd be super well-behaved today.)
"Since I won't hear any grumbles or see any eye rolls from you today, I'm extremely thrilled to spend loads of time out in public with you on your finest behavior, little one. But to remind you, I think a little rosy bottom and your huge butt plug would help."
Goodness gracious, he's joking, right? Not yet? And this only during breakfast?
"Yes, Daddy," I reply with a cheerful face, showing him I'm truly committed to the 100% well-behaved pact. His precious angel. I hoist my skirt, bend over his knee, and prepare for some warmth on my behind.
"Wow, you're indeed being a good girl today," Daddy states with a wicked grin. He starts rubbing my cheeks to heat them, then begins with soft spanks, gradually transitioning to stronger, faster hits. I put all my effort into showing him my behind and not squirming, kicking, or stopping him. I'm totally committed. Just breathe.
"That's my good girl," Daddy praises while massaging my sore butt after giving my cheeks a bright crimson pigment. "You took that very well. Impressive! You'll have lovely bruises as reminders of your commitment for today. Now, get the large plug, darling."
"Yes, Daddy," I grin as I bound for it like scampering to get candy. I'm really contemplating handing him the medium plug instead, hoping he'll guess I misunderstood, but he might not fall for that, so I fetch the big plug and some lube. I whip back to Dad.
Daddy sniggers at the lube. "Silly girl. If I wanted lube, I'd have told you," he chuckles. "Now, bend back over my lap and spread your legs."
I obey and stay still, panting as I brace myself for whatever's coming next. Daddy takes his time, slowly teasing my bumhole with the tip of the plug. It's completely dry. He hasn't even spit on it!
"Fancy seeing if my daughter enjoys her punishment enough to preserve her tight, little anus this morning, huh?" he teases.
Phew, I'm dripping wet in more ways than one; I know he'll have no problem lubing up that giant plug before shoving it inside me.
"Mmmm," he coos. "My daughter's a very wet little princess, isn't she?" I'm beaming in pride, thankful I've ceased his need of applying lubrication.
"Ready?"
"Ready!"
I hold my breath and feel him pushing the plug into me slowly. I try not to moan, but it's so large, hurts, and he's so meticulous, making me wait. Resisting the temptation to ask him to hurry or I might lose control, I concentrate on keeping perfectly still and letting him have full control. The sadistic Daddies will do this.
He finally pushes it in with the final few centimeters, and now I'm at peak comfortâheavy inside, slightly painful, but oddly bearable. It's full, and I really believe he has more than a strict reminder planned. But I dare not react. Pouting Princess is my name today.
"There's my good girl," Daddy smirks. "Come closer." He kisses my forehead before saying, "One last thing"
I'm thinking, "Oh, come on! What now?" Yet, I just say, "Yes, Daddy?"
Then he pulls down the straps of my top, clamping my nipples with magnetic clamps! He surprised me, and I couldn't prepare for this. I did not envision him doing this to me, but well, he's a perverse Master. Why wouldn't he?
Me, thanking my dad for the items that'll remind me to follow directions today. He realizes my plan. He's really amused. After all, he's already given me two undeserved orgasms this morning. So, what's a girl with promises to keep do?
He guides me out to the car and I prepare to snuggle into the front seat. "Not now, sweetheart," my dad says. "Good girls sit safely in the back seat."
This is mortifying! I HATE the booster car seat. He knows this too. Still, I feign surrender, even though he can clearly see my inner struggle. "Yes, Daddy," I chime cheerily. I buckle into the booster seat and await his touch, essentially sticking to it until he decides otherwise. My bottom is already sore, and I sit atop a harsh car seat. My plug feels pushed even further inside. The seatbelt sprawls across the top of my dress, accentuating the bite of my nipple clamps. He tweaks my nipples as he readjusts the belt, grinning at my helplessness. I'm so embarrassed.
"You're being a top-notch little girl today, my pet," Dad says. "I'm very proud." He closes my door - the one with the child locks. "Don't forget your nanny," he adds with a chuckle, gesturing to the pacifier in my hand. "It'll help you resist speaking out of turn, plus it'll be entertaining for me to watch you."
"Thank you, Daddy," I recite dutifully, stifling my annoyance. He's thoroughly enjoying my humiliation.
Once at the market, I'm allowed to leave my binky in the car after he undoes the magical locks. Then he orders me to hold his hand. I comply immediately, like the well-trained child I've become.
We browse the veggie section and check out local art. At last, Dad indulges in the vender's oddly placed eyes, spanking a wooden spoon with a mischievous grin, "Bend over, darling. Let me try this one out now." No hesitation. I merely smile and bend, lifting my dress and revealing the plug in my inflamed backside. The vender, a spectator, observes us, obviously impressed by the endeavor.
"If it suits you, you can try this larger paddle," he suggests, happily unveiling a paddle with circular-shaped slots.
"Actually, that sounds perfect. Would you let me give it a go?" Daddy asked the vender.
After getting permission, Dad licks his fingertip clean and clotheslines my ass, each strike blazing a flame. I manage to keep my whimpers silent. My dad spanks a few more times, then orders, "Straighten up, honey. Give me a peck on the forehead."
He cleaned my tears with his tongue before asking, "Are we satisfied with the spoon and paddle, sweetheart?," his erection growing evident to onlookers.
I nervously glance up at him, still fighting back tears, knowing my tears are making his hard-on a reality and the vender eyeing us intently. With a hearty smile, "Yes, please, Daddy. The spoon and the paddle are ideal."
The vender seems impressed and vindicated, getting aroused by us. Dad appears both proud of and impressed by my unwavering obedience. "I'll take them," Daddy decides, followed by another tear-licensing kiss to my forehead and a daring wink. The vender beams proudly, marveling at my devotion.
The seller is in the process of placing the items in the bag when he queries Daddy about the possibility of purchasing an organic capsicum ointment to accompany them. I cringe as Daddy expresses his interest, and I fervently wish he wouldn't rub me with it right now. My face is already red.
We walk to the next tent and spot the ice cream vendor further down. I cast a hopeful glance at Daddy, but I refrain from begging.
"Would my daughter like some ice cream?" he asks.
"Yes, please, Daddy!" I say excitedly, while trying not to appear overly eager.
"First, you must earn it," Daddy responds.
Immediately, I drop to my knees and begin to reach for his fly.
Daddy chuckles and explains it's not what I'm thinking. He then leads me to the spot where he purchased the paddle and raises my skirt. I believe I'm about to receive another spanking, but instead, he removes the anal plug and unzips his pants. Within seconds, his cock is penetrating my ass! The plug had prepared me somewhat for his entry, yet his cock inserts deeper than the plug, causing me distress. However, I comply without protest or complaint.
"Quiet girls do not speak without their gags," Daddy reprimands me as he thrusts harder.
I knew Daddy wouldn't resist fucking me so soon after the spanking made me cry. My tears are like Viagra for him. The instant he wiped them off, I knew I would have to contend with his hard dick needing release. And here we are, his penis in my butt, pounding deeply, right outside a dessert vendor at a farmer's market.
There's nothing for me to grab onto, so I assume a forward fold posture in yoga, with my hands on my shins, to maintain my balance as Daddy thrusts into me. I know better than to request a spanking right now. Now is the time for me to be a tool. Daddy's favorite toy. A toy for His enjoyment. A receptacle for His sperm.
Soon, His thrusts become more aggressive and frequent, and then he makes those breathing sounds indicating he's approaching orgasm. He draws me close to his pelvis and discharges his sperm deep within my ass. I feel like he's going to split me open with how aggressively he is pressing during his release. He takes a moment to savor the afterglow, then carefully extracts himself, immediately securing the large anal plug inside my bowels.
"Such an obedient child," Daddy growls. "Now let's enjoy some ice cream."
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