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  Peter reached down and grabbed Julie’s bottom. She yelped at his touch, her cheeks still sore and punished.

  “You’re still warm to the touch,” he told her. “That means I did a good job.”

  “You did a very good job,” she admitted.

  * * *

  Although he had put the plug in Julie’s bottom to keep her from being distracted and misbehaving, Peter found that it had unfortunate side effects on him. As he sat at his desk, reading through cases and figuring out what he needed to delegate to whom in his department, all he could think about was how Julie had looked bent over, with her pert cheeks glowing bright red from her spanking and the base of the plug on display between them. The way that she had struggled to take the plug had made him so hard, and he felt constantly distracted by the erection that he just couldn’t get rid of.

  He tried to work on the most interesting thing that he could think of, hoping that this would focus his mind, but it kept wandering back to the image of his little girl. She was such a sexy little thing, and he wanted to take her right then and there.

  He managed to get a few things done, telling himself that the longer he waited, the more he would enjoy it, but it was a struggle.

  When five o’clock rolled around, he admitted to himself that he wasn’t actually going to get anything done with his day. He signed out of his remote access and wandered off to find Julie.

  She was lying on her stomach on the floor in front of the television, watching some kind of cartoon. She had never bothered to put her panties back on, and her dress was hiked up to near the middle of her back. The first thing he noticed was that her bottom was still glowing a light pink color, making the base of the plug more noticeable between her cheeks. He couldn’t help but grab his cock when he saw her like that.

  “Hey, kitten, have you been a good girl while I was working?”

  Julie turned and looked at him, a big smile crossing her face.

  “Yes! I’ve been being a good little girl all day.”

  Peter gave her a stern look.

  “Well, all day since I got punished anyway,” she added with a shrug.

  “That’s good,” Peter told her. “I’m glad that the plug in your bottom hole helped you to be on your best behavior.”

  He walked over and took a seat next to her. “Unfortunately,” he said, “it had the opposite effect on me. I had a hard time focusing when I thought about you wearing that. So, I thought I’d give you a choice.”

  Julie sat up, moving awkwardly with her bottom filled. “What choice?” she wanted to know.

  Peter grinned. “You can keep having the plug in your bottom, or you can have my cock instead.”

  “Oh, that’s not a hard choice,” Julie told him. She was having trouble meeting his eyes, though, and looked coyly at the floor when she said it.

  “Oh, really? Which do you prefer?”

  “Well, I think you know…” she said, obviously trying to get out of having to say what she wanted.

  “Tell me what you want, princess,” Peter insisted.

  Finally, Julie admitted, “I want your cock.”

  “Good,” Peter said. “That’s what I was hoping you’d pick.”

  He leaned in close to his little girl, pulling her in for a passionate kiss. His hand moved to her breast, and he fondled it for a moment before he pulled her dress off.

  Julie started to unbutton Peter’s work shirt, and as she did, he unzipped and took off his pants, freeing his cock. He did this with a sense of urgency. He needed attention there, right now.

  As soon as she had access to it, Julie began to stroke his cock. Her tiny hands felt so good that he could feel pre-cum escaping his head already.

  Not wanting to wait any longer, he guided Julie into position on her hands and knees.

  “I’m going to take the plug out of your bottom now,” he told her. “You’ve been wearing it for a while, haven’t you?”

  Julie nodded.

  “I think that will have made you ready for me to fuck your ass,” he said. “I don’t want this to hurt.”

  “I trust you,” she told him.

  Peter took hold of the base of the plug and slowly slipped it out. Julie gasped as it stretched her a second time on the way out, but she didn’t seem too pained. She responded with a blissful moan as he set the plug aside and began to gently stroke her swollen hole.

  “Are you ready for this?” he asked. He grabbed the bottle of lube and rubbed it onto his shaft, oiling it up for easier entrance. Then he took his turgid member in hand and guided it toward her inviting entrance.

  “Yes, daddy,” she told him.

  Peter gently pushed the tip of his rock-hard cock against her, the same as he had done with the plug earlier.

  Her bottom was prepared from its earlier stretching, and it went in without a struggle. He thrust into her as slowly and gently as he could, until he was balls deep in his little princess’ bottom.

  “How does that feel?” he asked.

  “Mmmmmmmm,” she responded.

  “Good?”

  “So good.”

  Peter took this as a sign that it was alright to start thrusting, but he did so tenderly still, not wanting to hurt or scare Julie as he took the virginity of her tight second hole.

  It felt so good to him. Tight and warm against his cock. The sight of himself buried in her made his balls twitch. It was hard to make himself go slowly. He wanted to ravage her, taking what was his rough and hard.

  As if she was reading his mind, Julie turned to him. “You can go a little faster, if you want.”

  “Oh, do I want,” he told her, picking up the pace and the force of his thrusts.

  Every movement that he made sent a wave of pleasure through his body. It was obvious that Julie felt the same way, as she gasped and moaned with each thrust.

  “Daddy, am I allowed to come?” she asked suddenly.

  Peter was surprised by this. He felt like they were just getting started.

  “You can come whenever you can,” he told her.

  Julie responded by starting to grind her bottom against him, giving him even deeper penetration into her.

  “Yessssssss,” she wailed with ecstasy.

  “You love this, don’t you?” Peter growled. “You love having your daddy fuck your ass?”

  “Yes! I do!” Julie cried desperately, her motions getting faster and harsher.

  Peter responded with more of the same, until he was pounding into her bottom hole. As he got rougher, she sounded like she was getting closer and closer to coming. Finally, she let loose a loud scream, her body going into spasms and jerking around.

  “Good girl,” he told her.

  He knew that he could make himself last longer if he wanted to, but it worried him that it would get to be too much for Julie. This was only her first time, and they were being pretty rough. Besides, he had been about to burst the moment that he had first walked into the living room and had seen her lying there with her pink bottom on display.

  He thought about how she had squirmed over his lap as he spanked her hard with the wooden spoon. He thought about how she had blushed when he ordered her to bend over and spread her cheeks for him to punish her little bottom hole, right where he was fucking her at that very moment.

  As he thought about these things, he pumped in and out as fast as he could, Julie wailing and wriggling as his cock pounded her asshole.

  Then he felt pleasure take over every part of his body, his cock aglow with sensation. He couldn’t help but let out a gasp of ecstasy as he came in her.

  When he had finished, he took a moment to catch his breath.

  “Are you alright, princess?” he asked as he gently slipped his cock out of her.

  “I love you so much,” she answered, collapsing onto her stomach. “That was amazing.”

  “Good,” Peter said. “I love you, too.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  A few days had passed since the last time that Peter had needed to
punish his little girl. Once again dressed in his uniform, Peter sat down at his desk at home with a cup of coffee and an energy bar. He logged into his work computer through remote access, and started looking through some updates that had been sent to him. They were mostly very dry and didn’t contain much information that would ever be useful. As he was trying to focus on reading them, though, his phone rang.

  “Sheriff Mitchell, Palm County,” he answered.

  “Hey, Pete, it’s Baker.”

  “Morning, Bake. What’s going on.”

  “I just wanted to let you know that last night, our suspect in the rehab center approached the undercover.”

  Peter breathed a sigh of relief. This was news that he had been waiting for.

  “What happened?” he asked his deputy.

  “Well,” Baker began, “the undercover basically decided that he needed to ramp up his acting, so he started getting more irate, complaining about not wanting to be at the rehab… just generally acting like he was having a hard time. Pretty much as soon as he started acting out, Crichton approached him and asked him what he was recovering from.”

  It took Peter a second to remember that Crank had a real name besides ‘Crank.’

  “Yeah, then what?” Peter asked.

  “The undercover told him that he was trying to get cleaned up off meth, because his family was worried about him. Crichton told him that he seemed like he was in pretty good shape, and having a little bit to tide him over wasn’t going to hurt anything. He said that he knew that most patients had money with them at the clinic, and that if he would show him how much money he had with him, Crichton would see what he could come up with.”

  “That’s definitely something we can bring him in on,” Peter said happily.

  “Oh, there’s more,” Baker told him. “He told our man that he was helping out at least a quarter of the patients in the facility, and he offered him a few people that he’d been providing drugs to for over a year as ‘references’ he could check to make sure that he provided good stuff. He did check. One of the references said that Crichton gave him meth, another heroin, a third pharmaceuticals. One guy told him that he spent literally all the money that he had access to on buying drugs from Crichton, and that when people didn’t have any left, they would trade him objects of value like watches, jewelry, or even their tablets and computers.”

  “So, he knows he has a captive audience and he’s just cleaning them out.”

  “Yep. Should we make a move?”

  Peter thought for a second. “Is he bringing something for our man today, or what?”

  “I think so. But I get the impression that he brings stuff to the hospital pretty much every day. Now we have him on tape saying that it’s so that he can sell it to the patients, so there’s no reason to wait.”

  “Then let’s not wait,” Peter told him. “I’ll come in today so we can plan what we’re going to do, then we can go do it. I think that Julie will be alright by herself for one day.”

  “Sounds good, partner,” Baker told him.

  Peter hung up the phone, feeling satisfied.

  He walked down the hallway to his bedroom, where Julie was sleeping. She had gone to bed naked, and was sprawled out like a starfish, unintentionally putting herself on display to him.

  “Hey, kitten, I need you to wake up,” he told her softly.

  Julie stirred, but didn’t wake.

  “Julie,” he called, a little louder.

  This time, his little girl wriggled herself awake, looking up at him grumpily.

  “Isn’t it early?” she muttered.

  “It is, but I have to go into work, okay? It’s really important.”

  Julie scrunched her face at him.

  “But I like it better when you stay here,” she whined.

  “I know you do,” he told her, “but I have to go. We’re going to arrest you-know-who today.”

  Julie sat up with a start, suddenly awake. “Am I going to be safe by myself?” she asked.

  “Of course you are,” Peter told her. “And you’re going to be safe from now on, too.”

  Julie smiled from ear to ear.

  “Just remember not to go out of the house for any reason still. Understood?”

  She nodded. “Yes, daddy,” she affirmed.

  “Good girl. You stay here and behave yourself. I’ll be back as soon as I can, but it might take a while, so don’t worry about me.”

  “I’ll do my best,” Julie told him.

  * * *

  Peter felt adrenaline surging through his body as he drove the patrol car from the sheriff’s office toward the rehab center. Baker was in the passenger seat, and another car was following them for backup. They didn’t have their sirens on. It would be easier for them to show up quietly.

  He knew that both he and Julie had waited for this day for a long time, and he was so looking forward to not having to worry about Julie’s safety anymore. He couldn’t wait to know that Crank was safely in police custody.

  Peter had arrested a lot of people who deserved it, but never had he been so personally invested in desiring someone to be put away. He couldn’t help but remember the way that Crank had treated Julie and just how much that had affected her life. Peter was sure that Crank no longer being at large was going to be a big step in her healing process.

  “Excited to take this creep down?” Baker asked Peter, grinning.

  “Am I ever,” Peter told his deputy. “We’re about to make the town a safer place for everyone.”

  Peter pulled up behind the rehab center and parked the patrol car in the staff parking area. He knew that many of the patients would feel anxious seeing a police car, due to their histories, and didn’t want to disturb anyone by parking in plain view of the windows. More important, he didn’t want Crank to try to run. It would be much easier if they could take him inside without having to pursue him.

  The second car parked next to them, and Peter, Baker, and the other two officers got out and headed in through the back entrance. They walked past a group of patients watching television as they approached the main nursing station. Peter could hear the patients whispering and looking around nervously as they passed.

  At the nursing station, they were met up by the undercover cop who had been working on the operation. “Glad to see you, boys,” he greeted them, offering his hand.

  Peter gave him a firm handshake. “Thanks for all your hard work on the investigation,” he told him. “I’m very personally invested in seeing this guy behind bars, and we never would have been able to do it without you.”

  The undercover patted Peter on the back. “Hey, you were taking care of the girl. That’s just as important.”

  It was hard for Peter to stifle his smile. Oh, yes, it is, he thought.

  “Crichton is somewhere on the third floor right now, I think,” the undercover cop explained. “He’s supposed to be doing room checks up there, but this is when he often… uh, deviates from his required behavior, if you know what I mean.”

  Peter nodded. “Let’s head up and see what he’s up to, then.”

  The five officers headed to the elevator, where they rode up in silence. When they reached the floor, the undercover officer led them out. They spread out, each peeking into different rooms to see if Crank was in any of them.

  The first room that Peter checked didn’t have anyone in it, just a simple bed, desk, and dresser, much like a small dorm room. When he got to the next room, he tried the doorknob and it didn’t turn.

  “Police!” he called out. “Open up.”

  Placing his ear against the door, he could hear voices mumbling inside the room.

  The undercover agent hurried over. “Here, sheriff, I have keys to all the rooms in this ward that I got from the desk this morning. No one is supposed to be in here with the doors locked right now, though.”

  Peter and the other officer spent a moment looking through the heavy keyring until they found the right key, then Peter unlocked the door. But be
fore he turned the knob, he got his handgun at the ready. He had no way of knowing if Crank might be armed. It had always been a possibility that he had gathered weapons.

  “Palm County sheriff’s department, stand down!” Peter called as he flung the door open.

  The room was another patient bedroom, but this one was occupied by a gaunt young man with pockmarked skin who was sitting on his bed, looking rightfully nervous. Standing next to him with an attempted air of nonchalance was someone Peter had only ever seen in photographs and imagined through Julie’s stories: Crank. Peter kept his gun trained on him as he came further into the room.

  Peter’s heart was pounding. This was really happening. Facing Crank, Peter could see how easy it would have been for him to intimidate and scare someone as small as Julie, but he didn’t seem tough or strong to him. Instead, Crank just seemed pathetic. His posture was limp and his eyes were dull.

  “Jonathan Crichton, we have a warrant for your arrest on charges of possession and sale of illegal drugs,” Peter told him. He motioned for Baker, who had come into the room behind Peter. Baker came forward and took out a pair of handcuffs. He walked behind Crank and pulled his hands behind his back, then snapped the cuffs in place. Peter didn’t let his gun down until that was finished. It was an understatement to say he didn’t trust Crank.

  Peter was surprised that Crank did nothing to resist the arrest. He had expected a man who thought himself tough enough to terrify and mistreat his girlfriend to be a bit feistier when he got caught.

  With Crank safely restrained, Peter put his gun back in his holster and began to recite Crank’s Miranda rights to him. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you by the state of California.”

  Crank simply rolled his eyes.

  “Yeah, okay,” he told the officers, speaking for the first time since they had entered the room.