His Little Runaway (10 page)

Wes had bought his two butt plugs, the big black one and the little pink one, when he was dating Julie, but he had never found the right moment to work them into their play. Especially now, with more experience, he felt completely sure Julie would have blushingly welcomed anal play if he had decided to introduce it into their sex life. He had thought once or twice while he dated Angela of punishing her with the big plug, but the occasion for that hadn’t arisen either. Now the prospect of training Ashley Lewis’ bottom for his cock seemed like the whole reason he had bought the plugs in the first place.

As Ashley began to play with her furry little pussy, rubbing her clit firmly as Wes had instructed and then running her fingertips up and down the sweet pink lips that already glistened with her wetness, Wes opened his top dresser drawer and took the pink plug and the lube from their place. Ashley had turned her face toward the bed and closed her eyes. Wes could just make out the deep crease in her brow as she began to make little whimpering noises at the pleasure she brought to herself.

“Like this, daddy?” she whispered.

“Yes, honey. Just like that. Daddy likes it when his little girl feels nice.”

“But only when you let me?” Her voice sounded strained, as if the dirty little dialogue had ratcheted her arousal up to a level hard to endure.

Wes took a stand behind her and flipped open the top of the lube. “That’s right, honey. Only when daddy says you may feel those big-girl feelings. Daddy is in charge of your pussy and your bottom, and he knows that little girls sometimes have grownup thoughts and desires. That’s why I play with those parts of you, and put my penis inside them whenever I want.”

“Oh, God,” Ashley whispered. “Wes…” Her fingers slowed in the adorable curls between her thighs.

Wes stopped in the midst of applying lube to the little pink plug. “Yes, honey?” he asked in his regular, non-dirty-daddy voice.

“Isn’t it wrong?”

“No, honey. If we both have fun, it’s not wrong. Things are only wrong when someone gets hurt, as far as I’ve ever been able to figure out.”

“But…” Suddenly, as if she simply couldn’t control it, Ashley’s fingers started to move again, and she whimpered, “You spank me. That hurts.”

Wes smiled, a cloud of concern lifting from his heart. “Well, I guess I mean hurt in a bad way. I think I can see that you know what I mean, you naughty girl.”

“Daddy!” The fingers moved even faster up and down and around her clit. Wes felt the temptation to forego the anal training and just fuck that sweet little cunt for the last time before he shaved it. The idea that this sweet, wanton little girl belonged to him—her private, pleasurable places and all the rest of her as well—made him feel like an emperor, or an admiral. “I’m being good for you now, aren’t I?”

“Yes, honey. Very good. But also very naughty. So naughty you need a lesson in daddy’s pleasure. Stay bent over, but reach both your hands back and hold your bottom open for me.”

“Oh, daddy, no. Please!”

He reached out with his right hand, the plug and lube now in his left, and gave her a sharp spank on her right cheek. Ashley made a surprised little cry.

“See? You’re still a naughty girl, aren’t you? Spread those cheeks or daddy’s going to spank them until you do.”

“But, daddy, it’s so embarrassing!”

“Of course it is, young lady. Daddy wants to see you show him the most private part of your body. I want to teach you that I’m in charge of that part just as much as I’m in charge of the rest of you.” Wes gave her another spank, on her left cheek. Her fingers moved frantically at the top of her pussy and the scent of her arousal came deliciously to his nose. “Now. Spread. These. Cheeks,” he said sternly, giving a swat at each word.

“Oh, daddy…” Ashley wailed, but even as she did she had begun to obey, her naughty play-with-herself hand moving around and her upper body coming up off the bed slightly as she reached her left hand around, too, then falling to the comforter. She had her little cheeks in her hands, now, and she gave a whimper as if at the lingering pain from the spanks he had given her there, which had left a lovely light pink glow behind. She pulled the globes apart, the whimper changing into a soft, humiliated sob.

“There we go. Was that so hard, my good girl?”

Ashley had turned her cheek to the comforter. Her eyes were bright with unfallen tears at her little spanking. “No, daddy,” she mumbled.

Wes reached out his right hand and laid the lubed tip of his forefinger on the sweet dimple of her anus. It clenched adorably, but he pressed gently there until, with a moan, Ashley let the finger enter just a bit.

“See?” Wes said. “You can do it, honey.” He moved the finger in and out a little. “Doesn’t that feel nice?”

“Yes, daddy, but… but it’s so strange and… wicked!”

“It’s not wicked if daddy says it’s not, honey. Daddy likes to train his little Ashley’s bottom, so little Ashley has to spread her cheeks for her lesson. Little Ashley will be grateful for her lessons when the time comes for daddy to put something much bigger in here.”

“Oh, no…” Ashley murmured, as if to herself.

“It feels strange and wicked because you never thought you would have to learn to please a man completely,” Wes continued, now moving the finger steadily in and out, pushing deeper and deeper and making Ashley gasp. “As daddy trains you to open yourself to him, you’ll understand that his pleasure comes first, and that by training you for anal sex he’s teaching you to obey him completely.”

He looked at her face, lying sweetly on the comforter, eyes closed and her lip caught between her teeth. The little whimpers came continuously, with every thrust of his forefinger.

“Shh. It’s time to stretch you a little.” Wes added his middle finger, and Ashley gave a startled cry. “Push now, honey. You know how to open your little ring. You do it every day on the toilet.”

“Oh, daddy!” Her cheek went pink and she seemed to shut her eyes even more firmly. Her bottom clenched against his intrusion, but Wes moved his fingers insistently, to teach her that the filling of her anus would go on just as he liked, whenever he liked. “Oh, I can’t!”

“You can, Ashley. I promise.” He pulled his fingers out. “It will be a little easier with this.” He shifted the pink plug, three inches long with a tapered head and a flared base, almost as thick at its middle as a man’s cock, to his right hand.

“With what, daddy?” she said in alarm, her eyes flying open.

He showed her. “Daddy will use this to train his little girl’s bottom,” he said matter-of-factly.

“No, please…” Ashley said. “It’s too big!”

“It’s not as big as your daddy’s cock, honey, and you’re going to have my cock in your bottom-hole before too long.”

She closed her eyes, then opened them. He could see that though the newness of the idea that Wes would enjoy her bottom just as he pleased had created a little fear, she still felt the fascination and even the craving he had seen in her face before.

“Daddy’s going to put the plug in now, honey, whether you like it or not. Anal training isn’t optional for you. It’s an important part of your life here.”

He put the narrow tip right at her little ring. She gave a whimpering cry and closed her eyes, squeezing the pert globes in her fingers as if trying to soothe away a smart that hadn’t yet come. Then Wes pushed, gently at first but with steadily increasing force, for a few seconds. Ashley tensed against the intrusion, and he stopped pushing.

“Push, honey,” he said. “You know you can. Pull those cheeks apart and push.”

“But it’s so embarrassing, daddy!”

“We’ve been through this, Ashley. It’s supposed to be embarrassing. Little girls who are learning about their needs have to learn who’s in charge of their bodies. Now push with your bottom, and let the plug in.” As he spoke the last words, he pushed again, and Ashley spread her bottom wider with her hands and opened to the plug with a sob of shame and discomfort that became a whining cry as he filled her anus with the hard rubber. He kept pushing until at last her tiny bottom-hole closed around the narrow part that came before the flared base, so that only that little base remained outside, primly but lasciviously indicating that Ashley Lewis had accepted her daddy’s wishes for her young bottom. “There, honey,” Wes said softly. “So pretty with your new plug.”

“Oh, daddy,” Ashley said, again shutting her eyes tightly as her visible cheek turned an even brighter pink. “Oh, daddy, please take it out!” She moved the halves of her backside back and forth lewdly, as if trying to get used to the feeling of having her anus trained for the cock.

“No, honey,” Wes said. “You’re going to have it in your bottom while daddy fucks you with his penis. A butt plug makes a girl even tighter for a man’s cock. Daddy’s going to take off his clothes now, and then he’s going to have his way inside you. While I get undressed I want you to think about how tomorrow your grownup hair is going to be gone from your little pussy, and how the next time I fuck you you’ll be bare between your legs.”

He watched her adorable face carefully—the three-quarters of it he could see as she turned it upon the blue comforter—and saw that his words had the effect he wanted: the lip caught between her teeth again and the furrowed brow.

“Neat and tidy,” she whispered.

“Exactly, honey,” Wes agreed. “Neat and tidy for your daddy, in your panties.”

Ashley gave a little gasp at that, as it the mention of underwear had a special power for her. As Wes stripped his shirt off, she opened her eyes again. To his gratification, she widened them as if at the sight of his well-muscled torso.

“But I only have that one pair of panties, daddy.”

“We can do something about that the next time I go into town,” Wes replied, “but until then you’ll wash your panties every day. A good girl always has clean underwear, doesn’t she?”

“Yes, daddy.”

Wes unbuckled his belt and stripped off his jeans, knowing the contrast of his own lack of underwear would interest his little Ashley and so he was not surprised to hear what she whispered next.

“But daddies don’t have to wear underwear, do they? Over their big, hard cocks?”

Wes chuckled. “No, honey. Daddies get to wear exactly what they want. Do you like to see daddy’s cock come out of his jeans that way?”

“Oh, yes, daddy.” Ashley’s blush, which had faded for a moment, returned full force. “I know I’ve only had it in my mouth once and my pussy once, but I love your penis so much. It’s so funny: I’m still sore, but I want your penis inside me so bad I would do anything… even have a little pink plug in my bottom.” She giggled.

He smiled in response. “Okay, honey. Why don’t you move your hands down and open your pussy for me now. Show your daddy where you want his penis.”

Ashley closed her eyes again, and moved her hands down from her bottom to the tops of her thighs. She gave a little moan as she obeyed, spreading her furry pussy-lips to show the narrow, velvety cavern where Wes would now take his pleasure. She turned her face to the comforter, as if in respect to his mastery, and Wes enjoyed the sight of his good, lustful little girl offering herself for his use, stroking his cock to aid his arousal at the lewd sight.

He stepped forward and put his cockhead there where Ashley showed him the way, and she gave a happy cry. He thrust in hard, and she cried out differently at the fullness of cock and plug together.

“So tight, honey,” he murmured, as the pleasure coursed through his veins and he began his driving rhythm. “Such a tight little girl for her daddy’s cock.”

With each thrust her cries grew louder and more ambiguous, as if she felt too much for her body even to process: pleasure and pain together becoming something else, something overwhelming.

“Put your hands in front of you, Ashley,” he said. “Elbows on the bed. Daddy’s going to fuck you hard now.”

He put his hands on her shoulders and he did fuck her hard, himself overcome by the incredible pleasure of her tight young pussy and the sight of her bottom tensing around the little pink plug. The feeling of her pert cheeks against his hips as he finished each thrust drove him nearly wild, and it wasn’t more than a few minutes before he held himself in at full length and shot his seed inside her.

“Thank you, honey,” he said, stroking her hip gently. “You made daddy feel very good.” He stepped back, pulling out and making Ashley give a forlorn little wail. “It’s your turn, now.” He put his hand on the pussy he had fucked, enjoying the way his semen flowed there now, and began to pleasure his little girl.

“Oh, daddy, no,” she said. “It’s too… too…” Her voice trailed off into a strangled cry, though. “Oh, God. Daddy… oh… God.”

“Too what, honey?” Wes asked, chuckling, wiggling the butt plug gently with his left hand as his right made firm circles around Ashley’s clit.

But Ashley couldn’t answer with anything but the scream of her first orgasm. As her body tensed, Wes kept rubbing and wiggling. His little girl would have at least five orgasms now, if he had anything to say about it.

Chapter Thirteen

“Ashley,” Wes’ voice said. “I’ll let you sleep in today, but you should have made me breakfast, and tomorrow you’ll do that or there will be consequences.”

He had already woken her twice, with gentle backrubs and encouragement to get up and start the day’s work, but she had remained immovable, really just out of force of habit. Unless there were detention-center guards threatening her, she always slept in.

“Just be sure to do the dishes and the rest of your chores before I come back from the workshop for lunch, alright? I can get lunch for both of us and then we can start the sauce for dinner together before I go back out.”

“Okay,” Ashley mumbled from the covers. She realized she hadn’t said
daddy
only a split second later, and she almost corrected herself. She could feel Wes still standing there, as if waiting to hear her say “Okay, daddy.” But she decided not to say it, though she didn’t feel entirely sure why. Really, though the soreness she felt down below had a delicious, submissive quality to it, and though her heart still seemed full of gratitude for Wes’ having agreed to take her in, Ashley also felt that probably it would be good to restore some balance.