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  Facing the wall, she heard Peter talking behind her. “I need to be gentle with these areas, so I’m going to use my hands to wash you, little girl,” he explained.

  Her heart beat hard with anticipation as she waited. Finally, she felt his hand rubbing her bottom. She yelped a little. It was sore to the touch.

  “I know you’re tender there, darling,” he told her.

  Then she felt his fingers move toward the cleft in her bottom. He gently spread her cheeks and ran them over her bottom hole.

  “Mmmm,” she squeaked into the pacifier in her mouth. It was halfway between a whimper and a moan.

  “I need to take care of every part of my little girl, no matter how much it embarrasses her,” her daddy explained to her.

  She heard another noise behind her and then felt Peter’s finger against her tight little hole.

  “Have you ever been touched here before?” Peter asked. “You can nod or shake your head.”

  Julie shook her head, no. She had fantasized about a man’s fingers wandering to that most secret area many times, but had never had the courage to ask.

  “Do you want to be?” he asked.

  Julie nodded her head vigorously, feeling a little bashful at just how quickly and strongly she responded.

  “Good,” Peter told her. “Daddy’s going to put his finger in your little bottom hole now.”

  Julie felt Peter’s finger rubbing something cool against her tight entrance. She realized that he must have brought lube into the bathroom. The feeling of being touched just on the outside pushed her horniness to levels that she didn’t know it could go to. She felt the muscles in her pussy clench and grasp. If she hadn’t needed both her hands to support herself, she would have been tempted to reach back to touch her pussy herself. But instead, she stayed obediently in position, sucking hard against the pacifier between her lips.

  Then, Peter pushed hard against her hole and she felt his finger enter her. He worked it in slowly, letting her body adjust to the feeling of being stretched. It felt a little invasive, and very naughty. Mostly, the feeling of being filled there was pleasurable. When his movements became too subtle, she tried to rock back and forth against him.

  “You’re a horny little girl, aren’t you?” her daddy asked as he worked his finger in and out of her bottom hole.

  “Mmmm,” she whined into the pacifier, nodding her head vigorously.

  Peter used his other hand to gently graze her pussy and clit with a single finger.

  It was too much. She couldn’t take it. “Daddddddddyyyyyy, please!” she moaned, letting the pacifier fall from her lips.

  Peter moved his finger more harshly inside her bottom, making it hurt a little. The feelings of pain and pleasure intermixed in a way that Julie wasn’t used to, but which she found delightful.

  “I gave you an instruction, kitten, and you disobeyed me. When you don’t do as you’re told, you’re just delaying what you want. Now, after your bath, I’m going to have to punish you before I give you what you so crave.”

  Julie felt so horny that she thought she might cry.

  After a few more thrusts, Peter took his finger out of her bottom hole.

  “Noooo,” Julie whined.

  “Oh, you really do like that, don’t you?” Peter teased.

  He got up and rinsed his hands at the sink, then came back and gently stroked the outside of her vulva again.

  “I’m going to get your princess parts nice and clean now, and then we’re going to the bedroom,” he told her.

  He then started to gently wash her there. Julie could tell that he was going out of his way to make his touch as teasing as possible. The gentle tickle of his fingers as they danced over the areas where she desperately wanted them to remain made her squirm and writhe, and she let out a few high-pitched whining noises without meaning to.

  Then, he withdrew his fingers entirely. “Okay, I think my little girl is all cleaned up now,” he told her. “You can sit down and rinse off one last time.”

  Julie did as she was told, gently splashing water across her body.

  “Now sit here and wait while I get you a towel,” Peter instructed. “Little girls can’t get out of the bath by themselves.”

  Julie couldn’t help but smile. She felt a little embarrassed by the way he talked to her, which fueled her current state of arousal. But more important, it made her feel small and safe.

  Those were the feelings that she focused on as Peter helped her to her feet and then wrapped a fluffy towel around her. He then used the towel to carefully pat every part of her body dry.

  “Come into the bedroom now, kitten,” he told her. His voice was sweet and tender, and it was just as comfortable to feel wrapped in as the towel.

  Chapter Twelve

  Peter couldn’t help but grin as he watched Julie traipse into her bedroom wrapped only in the white towel he had just given her. Knowing how badly she craved his attention made him even harder than he had been before. The way that she moaned and whined at his touch sent a shiver through his body that he could not explain.

  It wasn’t that he had never pleased a woman; he was certainly experienced in that area. It was simply that he had never known someone whose excitement was so contagious. The more she responded to him, the more he wanted her. It was a cycle that could only end in one place.

  “Hand me your towel and hop up on the bed,” he instructed her.

  Julie did as she was told, her movement onto the bed truly a hop. She dangled her legs off the side, which made her look even more diminutive than usual.

  “Open your legs,” he told her.

  Embarrassment flushed across Julie’s face again, making her cheeks look brighter than the pink strands that were framing them. “Why?” she whispered. “What are you going to do?”

  Peter grinned a wicked grin. “You’ll see,” he told her.

  “Are you going to touch me there?” she whispered, her voice so quiet he could hardly hear her.

  “Is that what you want?”

  Julie shrugged.

  “I think it is,” he told her, “but I want you to admit it.”

  Julie squirmed, crossing her legs together tightly.

  “Tell me,” he insisted.

  Finally, Julie squeaked out, “Yes, I do.”

  “Not enough, kitten. You need to tell me what you want, like a big girl.”

  Julie bit her lip. “I want you to touch me there… between my legs,” she muttered.

  “Open,” he instructed. It was a tone he knew was hard to disobey, the voice he usually used when he was working.

  Julie sheepishly unclenched her muscles, opening her legs slightly so he could see a little bit of her vulva.

  “Wider,” Peter demanded, speaking with the same authority. As he spoke, he could feel his cock pushing against his jeans as he longed to take her and have his way with her.

  Julie slowly inched her legs the tiniest bit more open and looked up at Peter with hopeful eyes.

  He shook his head to let her know that he was not satisfied.

  Julie sighed and opened her legs wide, putting everything on display for him.

  “That’s a good girl,” he told her. “Now,” he continued, “I’m not going to touch you yet. You earned a punishment for letting that little pacifier of yours fall out of your mouth during bath time. You were warned, weren’t you?”

  Julie looked up at him with wide eyes. He wondered if she had figured out what he was about to do.

  He stood to the right of her and raised his hand, pushing his fingers tight together. With his left hand, he reached out and grabbed her other hand.

  Then he snapped his fingers down, swatting her pussy briskly. It wasn’t hard, as he was sure that she couldn’t take much hurt in that area, but it was firm enough that he knew Julie felt it.

  She let out a yelp immediately, kicking her feet in pain. “Daddy!” she whimpered. “That hurt!”

  Peter nodded. “Yep,” he told her. “I meant it to.”
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  He raised his hand again and Julie responded by staring up at him with big, begging eyes. Peter wasn’t sure if she was begging him not to or begging for more, though. He was pretty convinced that it was both.

  The second smack was a little less hard than the first, but Julie whined and wriggled just the same. When he lifted his hand a third time, her face looked resigned.

  “You’re a good little girl, and you’re taking your punishment well,” he told her just before he let his hand smack into her most tender flesh a final time.

  This one landed with a louder smack than the others had, and Julie’s little cry of pain told him that it had been just as stinging as it had sounded.

  “You need to obey me, Julie,” he told her. “Not just follow the rules like you were supposed to before. You’re going to listen to exactly what I say, aren’t you?”

  Julie nodded.

  “Good girl,” he praised. “Now, you finally get what you want.”

  * * *

  Julie’s body tensed with anticipation as she felt Peter’s hand move toward her pussy. It was swollen with arousal, and the soreness that the firm smacks had delivered only made it more so.

  “Please touch me, daddy,” she whimpered, forcing her legs open even wider.

  Peter smiled at her. “With pleasure, my darling,” he told her as he let his fingers finally make the kind of contact that she had been craving.

  With no more teasing, his touch went straight to her clit and he began to rub tiny circles on it.

  Julie moaned with both pleasure and relief. She had never wanted to feel something as badly as she had wanted this. She felt her hips start to move in rhythm with Peter’s touch, grinding against his hand.

  She couldn’t help but gasp as she felt his other hand reach around and gently probe at her pussy. She could feel how wet she was as he stroked her, and she blushed just a little at the thought that he now knew, too.

  Peter gently rubbed her entrance for a moment before letting his finger slip inside her, all the while continuing to caress her clit with his other hand.

  “Ohhhhh!” she whimpered, her body starting to give in to arousal particularly quickly. Julie tended to be loud in bed, but it usually took more than a few touches to make her start vocalizing like that.

  Peter looked her in the eye as he continued giving her pleasure. She wanted to shrink away from him in shyness still, but fought those feelings and stared deep at the face of her protector. Her daddy. The man that she obeyed. The thought of being an obedient little girl for him made her start to shudder, the muscles in her pussy grasping at his finger.

  “Oh, dadddddyyyy…” she wailed.

  “Are you already ready to come, Julie?” he asked, his voice not really sounding surprised.

  “Soon,” she exhaled.

  “I’ve teased you long enough,” Peter said, slipping a second finger into her and bending them at the knuckle, stroking at a sensitive spot inside her.

  Heat was growing in Julie, her face feeling flushed and all her muscles growing tighter and tighter as she felt the orgasm building in her body. Her toes twitched and she screwed her eyes shut.

  The sensations climbed and climbed until they reached an apex and she fell over the top into an orgasm that rocked her entire body. She let out a long, loud wail, breaking the silence and stillness that enveloped the desert around them most of the time. She had trouble catching her breath as her body shuddered with ecstasy.

  Julie once again looked up at Peter and saw just how passionately he wanted her, too. His eyes were flashing with longing and desire. Wordlessly, she lay back on the bed and beckoned for him to join her. It didn’t take any convincing. Peter climbed up onto the bed with her right away.

  Julie reached up and started to unbutton his shirt, starting from the top and working her way down. She exposed his strong, muscular chest as she did so. Julie had known that Peter was strong, but to see him undressed took her breath away. It reminded her of the ease with which he had carried her earlier, and it made her even more aware of her tiny size.

  When Julie had stripped him of his shirt and tossed it aside, Peter raised his hand to caress her face. His touch was strong, and his hand carried the aroma of her wet arousal.

  Moving his hand back to grip her hair, Peter pulled Julie in for a passionate kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he did. It was as if she had never been kissed before, as she certainly had never been kissed by someone who knew just what he was doing the way Peter did. It made her wonder what else she had been missing out on.

  Peter leaned forward, gently laying Julie on her back as he did so. When he lay on top of her, she could feel the bulge in his jeans where his cock was pressing against the fabric, and had been for so long.

  Julie pulled back from the kiss. “I want your cock,” she whispered into Peter’s ear. She felt a little shy to say it, but her desire overwhelmed this and gave her a sense of bravery.

  He did not hesitate to unbutton his jeans and take his throbbing member out. It was bigger than any that Julie had ever encountered before, and she felt both desire and trepidation to see how it felt in her.

  “Lie back,” he instructed her, and she did as she was told.

  Her sore, red bottom pressed against the sheets. It amazed her just how tender she could be this long after the spanking, but it continued to sting, especially when she put her weight on it. She loved it. Julie was glowing with warmth as she positioned herself with her legs open, knowing what he wanted.

  Then she felt the head of his cock press against her opening. With all her wetness, it slipped inside her easily.

  “Oh!” she whimpered as the girth of him filled her.

  Peter chuckled at her reaction, then pushed deeper into her.

  Julie clutched at the sheets again as he continued to thrust, until she felt the full shaft of his cock in her body. She’d never experienced anything like it. His size coupled with her tiny frame made her feel so full. It was as if every inch of her body belonged to him now. His cock had mastered it.

  Julie assumed that Peter had run out of patience at this point, because he began to fuck her hard, passionately laying claim to her. She clutched his back in ecstasy, letting her fingers slide down his muscled frame. When she did so a little too vigorously and realized that she was scratching him, he responded by simply grabbing her hands and pinning them above her head.

  She cooed with delight at the feeling of being held down and found herself gyrating against his cock.

  Peter could hardly speak between his gasps and grunt of pleasure as he slammed into her again and again, but he managed to moan one thing into her ear: “You’re mine.”

  “I know,” Julie whimpered, feeling a sudden tingling throughout her body that alerted her that she was soon going to be coming again. She began to breathe quicker, little gasping breaths intermixed with whimpers of pleasure.

  “Now,” Peter suddenly demanded.

  “Hmmm?” Julie moaned.

  “Come for me now,” he ordered.

  Without thinking about it, Julie’s body obeyed her daddy’s instructions, making her howl and writhe yet again. Peter didn’t slow his pace, continuing to pound her body with his thrusting hips, going faster and faster.

  Julie would have clung to him were it not for her pinned hands, so instead she wrapped her fingers against his as well as she could in that position. She could feel his whole body twitch when he came. He let out a gasp as his hot seed buried itself within her.

  Once he had caught his breath, he released Julie’s hands.

  She lifted one to his face, tracing the outline of his chiseled features. “I’m yours,” she told him tenderly.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Peter drove to the station the next morning with a feeling of trepidation. He had never liked leaving Julie alone at the house all day while he was working, even though he knew that no one knew her location and that she was perfectly safe there. Now that things had changed between them, though, it fe
lt different. From the first time he heard Julie’s story, he had promised himself that he wouldn’t let anything happen to her. Now that he knew her, and he knew the little girl inside of her, those promises meant so much more. He wanted nothing more than to nurture her. Besides protecting, she needed love and guidance. And now he knew he was in a position to give her both those things.

  He parked behind the station like he always did and came in through the back, greeting his deputies as he passed their offices on the way to his. When he walked past one door, though, Deputy Baker stood up from his desk right away.

  “Sheriff Mitchell,” he greeted him, “can I talk to you about something?”

  “Sure, Baker,” Peter told him, coming into the younger man’s office.

  “Well, it’s about the rehab sting,” the deputy explained. “The officer undercover reported back that the suspect hasn’t come to work for two days now, without calling in. He could be on to us.”

  Peter’s brow furrowed. “How much evidence has he gathered so far?” he asked.

  “Not enough to really close this case,” Baker explained. “We’ve been hoping to actually catch him in the act of selling to patients, and so far he hasn’t approached the U.C. about anything. We certainly have probable cause to get a warrant and check his place out, though,” he suggested.

  Peter shook his head. “No. Give it a few more days. He’s not a responsible guy. It wouldn’t surprise me if he just left town for a few nights without letting his job know.”

  Then something flashed in the sheriff’s head. “Oh, no, don’t worry about it. I know where he is.”

  “You do?”

  “Yeah, he went to Los Angeles yesterday for a rave… I mean a ‘foam party,’” he explained. Since he wasn’t around Julie, he didn’t have to keep himself from rolling his eyes as he said that.

  “Wait, how do you know that, and what the heck is a foam party?” Baker laughed.

  “I know because Julie, the girl I have in protective custody, wanted to go to it and she was so sure that Crank wasn’t going to be there and that she would be perfectly safe. Obviously I didn’t let that happen, and I’m glad I didn’t because I’d bet anything that this is the reason he’s not coming into work.”