His Sassy Girl (Desiring the Forbidden Book 2) (17 page)

“Now, waiting for an f—”

He slapped her bottom so hard that her hips jolted against the counter, making her grunt, “Oh, God!”

“That’s right. You don’t get to speak anymore until I’m done — unless it’s to say ‘Yes, Daddy’ or ‘No, Daddy.’ Clear?”

“Y-yes, Daddy.” She quickly pulled her cheeks apart, embarrassed that his face was so close to her still sore bottom, her anus feeling inflamed from the attentions focused on that little pucker this morning.

He washed gently and thoroughly. Focusing first on her clit and pussy, then, after re-wetting the cloth, cleaning her bottom and anus. “There.” He tossed the cloth into the sink, patting her hip. “You can release your cheeks now, but stay in position. Daddy isn’t done yet.”

Sassy’s sex clenched, her clit throbbing. She watched him squirt more foam soap into his right hand.

“Face forward.” He fitted his soapy hand over her pussy, gliding his finger between her labia. “Let’s make sure your clitty and privates are all nice and clean.” Paying particular attention to her clitoris, he slid around the hard nub, her body trembling, her womb clenching, causing her hips to thrust against the counter. She pressed her mound against the hard edge of the tile, her breath catching in her throat, her reaction too strong to completely restrain.

“You’ve come out from under the hood, baby. I think as much as you
say
you hate those enemas, they turn you on. Did they test the girl’s orgasm response time last night?”

How the fuck did he know about that?

“Yes, Daddy.”

“I bet she can’t come as fast as my girl does. I bet you’re close already, aren’t you, Sassy?” He continued to circle the hard little pebble, but his other hand had left her hip and inserted itself between her and the counter top, preventing her from grinding against the pleasing hardness there.

She groaned at the loss of stimulation. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Let’s wash the rest of your pussy before you have an orgasm. None for the bad girl.”

“I’m not a bad girl. You’ve told me before that I’m always a good girl. I just make bad choices.”

Dylan laughed, nodding his head. Her heart warmed when she saw his smile, the small dimple on his right cheek showing, his eyes squinting. She loved that man, truly loved him. Even though he made her do things some days that she would never choose to do on her own, she knew he did them because he cared, wanting to see her grow.

“You’re right. You
are
a good girl — but that doesn’t negate the fact that you aren’t receiving orgasms until I say.”

She would’ve responded, but he’d inserted his fingers into her sex, the soapy flesh rubbing on her already moist areas. “Oh, God!”

She jumped, clenching around his fingers, her thighs stiffening in response.

“Easy, girl. You’re dripping wet. I ‘m practically sloshing around in here. Christ, I just want to plow myself into you.” He pulled his fingers out, soaping the inside of her puffy lips, then stroked the whole of her pussy. “So beautiful and soft like this. I like that you shave for Daddy. Now, I’m sure you think your little hole is clean, but Daddy is going to take extra special care of it.” He excruciatingly and slowly stroked up the crevice to her little pucker, circling the sensitive muscle. In reaction, she clenched, feeling the pad of his finger there.

“I love feeling that little muscle twitch under my finger.”

He tapped the area, and she rose a little, squeezing not only her anus but her buttocks as well, enveloping his fingers between her plump ass cheeks.

“Nuh uh, Sassy. Bend back over. I’m going to be here for a while.”

Well, Jesus. What the fuck is he going to do?

Daddy pressed his slippery, soapy digit into her, the burning resistance of the tight ring of muscle making her reflexively tightening.

“Push back, Sassy. I’m going to be inserting three fingers into you, making sure your little hole is thoroughly cleaned today.”

She opened up, feeling the clumped intruders easing further in. The burn increasing in severity, making her groan. “But Dylan, I’m already sore from the enema...”

“Don’t even try that, Sassy. That nozzle is half the size of your butt plugs. I know that for a fact. This is uncomfortable, but you are
not
hurt or sore from that.”

He eased back out, squirting more foam soap to the area, working it into her back end. “Is your clit throbbing, girlie?”

“Yes, Daddy. A lot.”

“Mmmm. Good. Is your sex gushing? Do you feel your juices letting down? Don’t lie. Daddy wants to know.” He then pushed his fingers inside to the hilt.

Sassy moaned, her ass clenching so tightly that she felt her clit straining, seeking release, her breath coming out in pants. “Oh... Oh, my God... Dylan?”

“Yes, Sassy?”

“I... oh, God... what happens if I—” She gripped the faucet to her left, and the towel rack to her right, her knuckles white.

“If you come, you’ll get your little-bruised ass paddled. You better not. You know better.”

She whined, on the verge of tears. This wasn’t fair — at all. “But I... I’m not sure I... Oh!” She pressed her mound against the counter, surrendering to her arousal. She ground her clit against that once spotless counter, the tile now slippery with her juices. “Ahhhh!” She screamed with her release, both holes squeezing tightly, until she laid her face on the cold counter, her body trembling with each aftershock. “Christ!” she yelled, a smaller, but still powerful orgasm overtaking her again.

Dylan’s fingers expertly pumped her asshole, while his thumb worked on her clit. “My God, girl. I’d say you enjoyed that.” He continued to stroke and pound into her until she moaned, wiggling her hips, trying to avoid his ministrations of her sensitive flesh.

She couldn’t even answer. Words formed in her head, but none was able to make their way to her mouth. Hell, she couldn’t even figure out how to open her eyes yet. While she slowly brought her breathing back under control, she opened her eyes, joining reality once more. Dylan washed her pussy and bottom again, she assumed to get the rest of the soap off of her. It felt beautiful, the cold cloth soothing her fevered skin. The water was turned on in the tub, and she assumed he was drawing a bath for her. She continued to stay bent over the counter while her body recovered, exhausted from the morning’s activities.

“C’mon, baby.” His large hand grasped her elbow, helping her to stand. It was then that she noticed that damnable rubber bottle with the nozzle again.

“Are you f—” She stopped herself, stuttering for a second, trying to find an appropriately pissed off replacement word. “I don’t want to.”

That was the extent of her show of resistance though. Swearing wouldn’t work, and would more than likely only increase her pain. Fighting wouldn’t change the end result, but when staring at the enemy — which in this case was a black rubber bottle holding
her
enema — turning into a whining child seemed like her only option.

“I didn’t ask you what you wanted.” He tossed her over his lap, her upper body supported by the bed. “Look at this poor backside. Such a naughty girl and you
still
can’t figure out how to behave.”

Chapter 14

D
ylan shook his head. How in the world did someone have this many bruises and welts, and decide that being sassy was the best option? He knew that some of his friends didn’t like sassy women, but he loved her spark and fire. He enjoyed her little sarcastic quips and comments. Yes, some days it angered him, but most of the time, he delighted in her quick wit, their verbal sparring keeping him on his toes. And, of course, what he had a fondness for most, was that it gave him the opportunity to punish her, watching her ass turning red.

But today, he would just give her a light hand spanking. “Daddy told you he’d paddle you if you came. Did you come, Sassy?”

“Yes, Sir. Twice.”

“So, this isn’t a surprise then.” He lightly smacked her cheeks — left, right, center, thigh, thigh. Rinse and repeat. “You’ve sworn a couple of times, and were mouthy as hell too. You need to restrain yourself.” He accentuated each word with a slap.

“Oh, God. Not so hard!” Her hand reached back, but he tucked it to her side, continuing to pinken the area nicely.

Just as she began to cry, he stopped, massaging her warm bottom. “Did that reignite the fire, baby?”

“Yes, Daddy. It hurts.” She had turned her head to look at him, her long hair like a thin veil over her face, her lips pouting.

“Does it burn enough so that you’ll figure out how to behave for the rest of the morning or — wouldn’t this be amazing — the rest of the day?”

“I will.”

Dylan patted her hip. “Okay, get up.” He stood with her, walking to her nightstand, pulling out a pair of panties. “Put these on, please. Then I want you up on your knees and elbows on the bed. Knees near the edge of the mattress.”

Brittney scowled at him, but donned on her white, hipster panties, which highlighted the redness of her thighs. The fabric was so flimsy that the color of her bottom could clearly be seen through the thin cotton. She rubbed herself as she made her way to the bed, reluctantly assuming the prescribed position.

“I don’t like my a — my
butt
showing toward the window. What if some creeper has his binoculars out and is snooping on us?”

“Well, then I guess he gets to see your cute little asshole.” He laughed, watching her stiffen in response. “Girl, trust me, no one can see into this room. You’re fine. But I’ll close the blinds a bit if it makes you feel better.”

He tilted them so “some creeper” wouldn’t be able to see, chuckling out loud to himself.

Never a dull moment.

Picking up the towels he’d placed on the bench by the window along with the tubing and nozzle to the enema bag, he neatly put the large towel beside her, arranging the paraphernalia upon it.

“Let’s get these panties down. They are to stay right there. Dylan grasped the elastic, pulling them over her bottom so that they were inside out, holding them mid-thigh until her legs spread enough holding them stationary. “Don’t let them fall. They play an important role today.”

She looked over her shoulder, scowling at him.

He draped a cloth over the underwear spanning her spread legs, adding another on the mattress between her knees. “There. That should keep everything dry, especially if this red-bottomed girl minds direction. I swear if one drop gets onto the bed, you’ll be whipped with my belt, regardless of how many bruises you already have. Understand?”

“Yes, Daddy. B-but what if it happens by mistake?” Her voice sounded small, worried.

He, of course, wouldn’t be able to carry through with such a harsh punishment, but he had no qualms about striking her with a belt lightly to prove his point. Keeping her on edge was more of a punishment than anything he would actually mete out.

“Mistake or not, Sassy, you’ll be belted. So, you’d better listen, and do as you’re told. You’re here because you chose to be impulsive and break rules. You
will
listen to rules or pay the consequences.” He ran his hand over her bottom, her hips jerking as if wary of what he might do to her backside.

“Jesus, your bottom is hot. It makes me want to fuck you from behind. I love sliding my cock up against a freshly scorched ass, and lucky for me, you seem to have one just about any day of the week.”

Sassy growled in her throat.

“What was that, sweetie? Did you say something?”

“N-no, Daddy. Nothing. Just clearing my throat.” At his glare, she swallowed hard.

Dylan worked some lube into her anus, but only used one finger. This time, the nozzle wasn’t that big. “Okay, bad girl. Let’s see if you can remember that holding something in is beneficial. It means you don’t get belted, you don’t make a mess, and you can prove to me that you know how to do something you thought was too difficult. Sound familiar?”

“Y-yes, Daddy. But I really don’t want to do this.”

Dylan hesitated. He didn’t wish to do something she was truly averse to, but that didn’t mean he intended to cave to any of her petulance either. “Do you think Daddy wanted you to react to his suggestions the way you did this morning? Did it require the anger and disrespect?”

She moaned into the bedspread. He had her. Her guilty conscience would help her admit that she deserved the discipline. “No, Daddy. I should have been nicer.”

“So, do you think you need a lesson in keeping things inside?”

“God... I hate it so much when you do this to me.” She bounced her forehead lightly on the bed.

“Hate what, baby?” This admission would be the clincher. The thing that sealed the deal, and he’d be able to move forward as planned.

“I hate when you make me say what I did wrong, and that I deserve whatever you decide on for my punishment,” her resigned voice breaking on the last word.

“Does that mean yes, girlie?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He nodded. It was done. “Stay still and open up when you feel the nozzle against your little pucker.” Picking up the thin plastic, he pressed it against the tight muscle, easing it gently into her. She pushed back as instructed, and he watched the tube glide in slowly until fully seated. “Okay, Sassy, I’m turning the spigot on.”