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  Chapter Four

  Charlie arrived home from work a little bit early that day. He hadn’t been having a particularly productive day in the office, as he was rather distracted by providing long-distance discipline to his naughty little girl. Four times throughout the rest of the day he had stopped work to request an updated photographic record of her disgraceful chastisement. Each time he had received a new picture of her spread, bare bottom with the purple plug penetrating her, he had grown instantly rock hard. It was difficult to concentrate on designing a strip mall after that.

  So, he had decided to skip out on his last hour and head home, which meant that he got an early enough start to miss most of the traffic coming out of the city. The drive to Little Haven wasn’t bad once you got out of the metropolitan area. The fields and the rest of the countryside were the prettiest in the spring, when Charlie appreciated how beautiful the greenery was, but he also enjoyed how everything looked blanketed in snow.

  As he pulled into the gates of the community, he thought about the fact that his little girl was waiting for him at home after having spent the afternoon being punished, and he grew hard again, the desire for relief becoming almost painful. He parked the car in the driveway and walked to the house carefully, since more snow had fallen since he had shoveled this morning while Angela was still slumbering.

  Entering the house, he found Angela at work on her computer like she was meant to be. Her desk was tucked away in an alcove in the living room near a window, and it provided her with a bright place to work that was both open but free of distraction. He noticed that she had shut the blinds and snickered to himself for a moment.

  “Hi, princess,” he said to her, tousling her hair. “Been a good girl since the last time I checked?”

  Angela sprung to her feet, turning around to hug him with a bright smile on her face. “Daddy!” she practically sang.

  Charlie gently stroked her face with his hand and smoothed her soft blond hair back down.

  “Yes, I’ve been good! I got everything done that I wanted to and then some!” she bragged.

  “Good girl!” Charlie praised. “That’s really great. See what you can do when you have something to focus your mind?”

  Angela smiled widely, beaming, then she stood up on her tiptoes so she could whisper in Charlie’s ear. “Daddy,” she asked, her voice hushed and shy, “can I have the plug out of my bottom now?”

  Charlie grinned a wicked grin. “Not yet, my little princess. First, there’s something that you need to do for daddy.”

  Angela blushed and looked away, twirling her hair around one finger. Charlie suspected that she could guess what he was about to say,

  “Little angel, how did you feel today when I punished you? How did it make you feel to have to take those embarrassing photos?”

  Angela looked at the floor. “Humiliated,” she answered.

  “What else?” asked Charlie.

  “Well… like I wanted to be a good girl.”

  “That’s all?” he insisted.

  “It made my little girl parts wet,” she finally whispered, her voice barely audible.

  “I see,” said Charlie. “I expected as much. Never be ashamed if it makes you wet to be punished. Did you do anything about that tingly, wet feeling between your cute little legs?” he asked.

  Angela was growing redder and redder in the face, her adorable features accentuated by the bright blush. She didn’t say anything.

  “I won’t be mad if you did. Like I always tell you, it’s quite a normal reaction,” he consoled.

  Finally, Angela opened her mouth to speak. “Yes, daddy, I sat on the couch and made myself come with my fingers, like how you do it,” she admitted.

  “You were so horny from being punished that you just had to touch yourself, didn’t you?” Charlie asked.

  Angela nodded, her big eyes looking up at her daddy with a sense of innocence and coyness.

  “Well, it made me horny to punish you this way, little girl. It made me so hard to see your pictures. I loved seeing you spread your cheeks and show off your bottom hole to me. And I loved knowing just how embarrassed it must have made you. I loved imagining you squirming in your chair all day with the plug in your bottom, reminding you to behave yourself.”

  Charlie had to struggle not to grip his cock as he said these words. It was pressing hard against his pants, hard as a rock and already wet with pre-cum.

  “But I was working today, wasn’t I? When I’m at my job, I can’t just pull my cock out and make myself come, no matter how much my sexy little girl makes me want to. So I’ve been waiting all day. What do you think I want now?” he asked.

  Angela slowly raised her head to look Charlie in the eyes. “You probably want me to…” Her voice lowered to be much quieter. “You probably want me to suck your cock now, don’t you, daddy?” she murmured.

  “That’s right, Angela. I want my little girl to take my cock in her mouth and make me come. Then, if you’re a good girl and do as you’re told, then you can have your butt plug out.”

  Angela silently dropped to her knees in front of Charlie. He looked down and watched as his demure, obedient wife unbuckled his belt, then unfastened and unzipped his fly without saying another word. The feeling of her reaching out to grab his cock sent a shockwave of pleasure through his body. Having been aroused but unable to do anything about it all day had been torture.

  Angela opened her mouth wide at first, like she was going to put his whole cock down her throat immediately, but then seemed to change her mind and began to lick the head teasingly. He gasped a bit at the sensation.

  “This isn’t going to take long,” he told her with a smile. “I’m so hard for you.”

  Angela smiled, then licked down the length of his shaft, caressing every inch of him with her tongue. She ran her soft, baby-smooth lips over it, too, each move sending Charlie into a new wave of pleasure. It occurred to him that Angela was teasing him a little bit now, that she was probably enjoying just how horny and desperate she could make her husband, but he didn’t mind. He knew that he still had all the power in the situation.

  To demonstrate this, Charlie gripped Angela by a handful of her golden hair, then gently tapped on her cheek, signaling her to open her mouth nice and wide. She did as he instructed, and then he thrust his cock into her mouth.

  Charlie had taught Angela what to do when he was guiding her head like this: she obediently placed her hands behind her back, grabbing each wrist. Charlie found it incredibly erotic to see her posed like this, especially without the need for a verbal command. She was willingly giving herself up to be used by him.

  He began to fuck his wife’s mouth, not too hard, but hard enough. She did her best to use her tongue when she could, but otherwise simply let him thrust in and out and decide just how quickly and how far he wanted to put his cock down her throat. Angela was well practiced at this, and though her eyes watered and her makeup ran as he continued, she never coughed or choked. Whenever he looked down at her, her expression was always blissful and serene.

  “You’re such a good girl, Angela. You really are my little angel,” he moaned as he rocked his cock back and forth. “You’re such a good little slut for me, aren’t you?” he asked.

  Angela normally would have looked away and blushed when he said that to her, but here, she was in her element and she just nodded, the corners of her open mouth raising into a smile.

  Charlie started to thrust harder and more quickly, feeling the pleasure of her throat and mouth overwhelm him. Angela was starting to whimper a bit, but he didn’t slow; he knew she could take it. And then, suddenly, his muscles went tight and his breathing got shallow as everything felt just too good to bear.

  His cock started to spasm, shooting hot semen down his little girl’s throat. He shoved her head so far down his shaft that her face almost touched his body and held her there as he groaned and grunted, continuing to ejaculate after having needed to for so long. Finally, he finished, and with a
gasp he gently released Angela from his grip, easing her off his cock. He shuddered a little at the motion, then sighed contentedly.

  “You’re a very, very good girl,” he told her.

  Angela smiled, her face a mess of makeup but her expression genuinely pleased. “Thank you, daddy,” she said.

  Chapter Five

  Angela was in a pretty good mood by the time that she arrived at Claire’s house to babysit her. It always pleased her when her daddy ordered her to suck his cock; she knew that she was good at it, and it always earned her a lot of praise. Despite how horny she had been about it earlier, she was very glad to have her butt plug out, too.

  After her body had gotten used to having the plug in it for so long, it had been a little bit painful to take it out. Some plugs just slipped right out of Angela’s bottom, but this one required more effort to be pulled past the flare before the base. Fortunately, Charlie had done it quickly, and much like ripping off a Band-Aid, it had hurt for a second and then been over with.

  Charlie was going to eat dinner with Jensen, Claire’s daddy, while Angela was babysitting, so she had just made herself a salad and eaten it while chatting to her daddy about their days. Then, it was time to go get ready to leave the house, since her face and hair were an unpresentable mess after having been face-fucked.

  Angela and Charlie had taken a shower together, during which Charlie had gotten only a little bit handsy with his little girl. Angela had giggled and leaned away from him.

  “Daddy! Don’t touch me there!” she kidded, as Charlie used ‘helping her wash’ as an excuse to spend a while fondling her breasts in the hot, steamy water.

  “I can touch you anywhere I please,” Charlie insisted.

  Angela was glad for the running water in the shower, since it didn’t make it obvious how soaking wet those words had made her.

  While Charlie went to get dressed, Angela started the process of getting ready to go out. She was a perfectionist about this, and always had to make sure that everything looked perfect. She added a few products to her hair before blow-drying it, then carefully flat-ironed it before arranging it into the perfect ponytail. She applied concealer, foundation, highlighter, powder, and blush, and was halfway through doing her eyeliner when Charlie came into the bathroom.

  “You’re going to go babysit a littler little, not meet the queen, Angie,” he teased. There was a tone of actual annoyance at how long she was taking underneath his kidding words, though, so once her eyeliner was pretty good, she decided to just put on a nude lipstick instead of finishing the rest of her makeup routine. She thought that she still looked pretty good as she padded naked down the hallway.

  Charlie came into the bedroom with her to watch her get dressed. She pulled out a pair of silky, cheeky-cut panties to put on.

  “No way,” Charlie said immediately. “Cute panties for little girls, not big girl panties.”

  “Daddddddyyyyy,” Angela whined. “Lots of girls my age shop at Victoria’s Secret.”

  Charlie smiled. “My little girl wears age-appropriate panties. Besides, no one is going to see them when you’re babysitting, are they?”

  Angela sighed and shook her head.

  “Stop dawdling and get dressed, now, or I’ll dress you myself,” Charlie scolded.

  Charlie didn’t know much about putting together outfits for Angela, so that was certainly a threat that she didn’t want him to make come true. She quickly pulled on a pair of panties printed with cartoon pandas and then a pair of skinny jeans and the cutest sweater that she could find quickly in her drawers. Even though it was freezing out, she decided to wear a pair of nude flats that she particularly liked. She didn’t want to have to deal with boots.

  After Angela bundled up in her down jacket, not caring that it wasn’t the most stylish choice, Charlie shooed her out the door and into the car, quickly commenting on the fact that she looked nice.

  Angela felt worried that she didn’t look quite right. She feared that Claire might mistake her for being younger, like her, or that she wouldn’t look up to her like the authority figure that she was meant to be. She feared that Jensen might think she wasn’t pretty. She always worried about these things when it was time to be around people she didn’t know well.

  In the car on the way to Jensen and Claire’s house, Angela decided it was as good a time as any to let out the confession that had been on her mind ever since earlier that afternoon.

  “Hey, daddy?” she started the conversation as he drove through the lightly falling snow.

  “Yeah, Ang?” he responded.

  “So, today, earlier, I was thinking about something…” Her voice trailed off. Maybe this wasn’t the right time for this talk after all.

  “What were you thinking about?” he asked.

  “Well, when I had the plug in my bottom hole and I was touching myself, I was wondering what it would be like if you…” She turned to look out the window instead of finishing her sentence.

  “If I did what?” Charlie insisted.

  “If you maybe wanted to fuck me there one day, that’s all.” She felt beet red.

  “You want me to fuck you in the ass?” Charlie asked, sounding entertained by her shyness on the subject.

  “Well, it’s scary, but I like the idea, I think,” Angela confided.

  “This is something we can work on, baby,” Charlie said. “Of course I’d love to shove my cock up your tight little bottom hole. But the first time is really going to hurt. So, I want you to practice with your plugs more, to get your hole ready for me and my cock.”

  Angela continued to blush, but felt happy that Charlie had accepted the idea. She wasn’t sure what she had thought he would say to it.

  “We’ll start working on it soon,” he told her. “You might not like all of your training, though,” he warned.

  “I’m a big girl!” Angela insisted.

  “So, you’re not going to make a fuss when it’s time to have a bigger plug in your little bottom hole?” he inquired.

  Angela nodded. “I’ll do my best not to,” she told him.

  “This is a big shift,” he said with a grin. “I thought you hated having your bottom plugged.”

  “I dunno, I just felt so horny when I had it in today, and it made me start thinking,” was all Angela could tell him.

  They soon pulled up to Jensen and Claire’s house. Charlie stopped the car, but before they got out he turned to Angela.

  “Sweet girl, remember to be on your absolute best behavior tonight, alright?” he reminded her.

  Angela nodded. “I know, daddy. I have to be a good girl.”

  “You’ll have fun, won’t you?” asked Charlie.

  “Yes, I’m sure it will be fine.”

  The walk up to the front door was freezing, even though they had parked close by. Angela shivered as they waited to be let into the house. It only took a moment for her to start to get too cold, and she began to hop up and down.

  Then Jensen opened the door and invited them in. There were introductions all around. Although Angela and Claire had talked online and seen each other a few times in town, they had never formally met before, and though Charlie and Jensen were friends, they had never met one another’s partners.

  After both girls promised their respective daddies that they were going to be well behaved for the night, the two men were off.

  Angela wasn’t sure what to do now, since Claire had seemed so shy. Claire had practically hidden behind Jensen when they first came in. Her weakness bothered Angela a little bit. She didn’t know how to interact with a person like that.

  Of course, Angela felt afraid and timid often, too. The difference was, she did her best never to let it show. She couldn’t understand inviting people to see your weaknesses like that. The same with playing at such a young age, and doing it publicly: how could Claire, and the other girls who did it, be so vulnerable? Out in public?

  Instead of marveling at this behavior, Angela dismissed it. She turned to Claire and a
sked her what she wanted to do for the evening. Claire wasn’t sure, maybe unable to make choices for herself, either, so Angela decided to turn the TV on.

  She sat on the couch watching a reality show about cos players that was filmed in Los Angeles. She remembered what it had been like to be able to go outdoors in the middle of winter in just a light cardigan and sighed. She got fairly engrossed in the show, even though it was already half over, and tried to pay careful attention to the makeup artists when they were on. Maybe she could pick up a few tips.

  It bothered Angela that she hadn’t really heard from or seen Claire since she got there, though, so as soon as the show was over, she went upstairs to look for her. She didn’t think that Claire was actually in need of supervision, but she figured that if she did something dumb and naughty, like get glitter all over the house, Angela would probably get blamed for it and end up with another spanking. She felt like she had been spanked more than enough recently, and wasn’t going to let that happen.

  Angela climbed the stairs, listening for sounds. She hadn’t been given a tour of their house, so she guessed at which room might be the master bedroom. She found it, and opened the door just a crack, not wanting to snoop, really. She was just looking for Claire. If Claire was being naughty, Angela would rather catch her in the act. It would make her look better when she told the grownups later.

  The master bedroom was empty, and it was the room of a normal adult. Angela was fairly surprised: she had expected it to be more childish, at least in part, given the fact that Claire had showed up to the door wearing a Barbie t-shirt in a way that Angela could tell was not the least bit ironic.

  Down the hallway she heard a little bit of sound, and she followed it to another room. Her earlier surprise was explained as she realized that Claire had her own room for being little in: it was decked out to the max with cute, girly, childish things. Claire herself was sitting on the floor, surrounded with Barbie dolls and accessories.