Chapter 3

Chapter Three

Stone

Stone knew his Little girl, knew just how much she thought she could take and always proved her wrong. He'd take her to that line and beyond, the swats raining down as steady as the ticking of a metronome until her yips and yelps became louder, the mewls and "Oh, please, Daddy," coming more often.

"I'll be a good girl!" she wailed as his hand dropped and shifted to strike upwards, lifting each fleshy mound as the stroke landed on the virgin skin of her sit spot. "Daddy! Stop! That's enough. I don't want any more spanks!" Micah begged as he balanced the strokes by moving his hand to her other cheek.

"Stop isn't your safeword, is it, Micah?"

"No, Sir."

The fact she didn't expand on her answer or come back with her chosen safeword of "Asparagus" told him she was fine. In a bit of discomfort, but nowhere near a point where he needed to be concerned.

"Little girls don't get to decide how many they want. That's a Daddy's job, now isn't it?"

The question was obviously rhetorical and required no answer, yet he was pleased to hear her response.

"Yes, Sir, but it hurts, Daddy!"

"It would be rather useless if it didn't," Stone said. "Let's get these thighs colored to match and then this little bottom nicely fucked, shall we?"

Again, rhetorical, but once again, she managed to say, "Oh, Daddy."

Not exactly an affirmation, but he knew his Little girl had mixed feelings about anal sex. He understood her reluctance, and yet also knew that once the process began, she'd become far more enthusiastic about the deed. But first, he had a thorough spanking to deliver.

It took another two dozen strokes to get the pretty shade of red he desired to appear on the very sensitive flesh of her thighs. Though he could hear her sobs and twice had to reach out and pull her back after she'd tried to claw her way across the bed, he could see her kitty's tears sliding down the inside of her recently reddened thighs. She was not only punished, his little girl was properly primed.

He ran his palm over the flesh he'd heated, admiring the warmth of her skin as well as the mottled color. "That's my girl. I believe you'll think twice about fibbing the next time, don't you?"

"Ye-yes, Sir," she managed, hiccupping between the words.

"Up and on your knees."

Micah instantly obeyed, not seeming aware of the fact he was prepared to catch her if she stumbled, his hand hovering only an inch away from her as she climbed off the bed, turned to face him and then slowly, but gracefully dropped to her knees.

As he unzipped his jeans and pulled his aching cock free, her hands instantly slid behind her back, her body ramrod straight as she tilted her head up. As her gaze met his, he could see the shimmer of tears, making the lilac of her eyes appear darker, more like amethysts than lavender. But it was the sight of the tip of her tongue flicking out to run across her lips that had his cock jerking as he slid a fist around its base.

"You are so beautiful," he proclaimed, sliding his free hand into the mass of curls at the back of her head. Splaying his fingers, he palmed her skull, ready to guide her forward. "Open that sweet mouth."

Once her lips had parted enough, he pulled her forward and slid the head of his cock into her mouth. His eyes closed briefly at the sheer heaven of being inside, her tongue sliding over his cock, flicking at the slit at the tip, licking the drops of precum that had begun leaking the moment he'd walked into their room and seen her in all her naked glory.

"That's right. Get Daddy's cock nice and wet because we both know where it will be going, don't we?"

With her mouth full of hot, hard flesh, Micah could only nod and hum, the vibrations of doing so testing Stone's ability to endure the urge to come down her throat.

"Suck me," he demanded, his voice gruff as he widened his stance, his gaze locked on the sight of his cock appearing and disappearing between her pursed lips. It was a vision he'd never grow tired of. His hips began to thrust as he pushed forward, feeding her more of his length until she gagged, her body automatically protesting the presence of such a large object invading her throat. "Don't stop sucking or we'll have another round of spanking to attend to."

A short shake of her head and her lips tightening around his shaft let him know she'd heard and understood him. He could feel each shuddering exhale of breath from her nose as she adjusted her breathing in an effort to obey his order.

Stone was quickly reaching the point of no return. If he stayed inside the sweet cavern of her mouth much longer, he'd shoot his load down her throat and that wasn't the place he'd told her he'd be filling. With a groan of his own, he fisted his fingers in her hair and pulled. Her lips loosened instantly at the signal and when he began to withdraw, she allowed her tongue to slide along the underside of his cock until it finally popped free.

"Good girl, you got Daddy's cock all wet," he announced. He smiled at the flush that instantly burned across her face as she observed the truth of his words. Saliva not only coated his cock's surface, a long string of it hung from the tip. She stared until he issued his next command.

"Back up on the bed on your hands and knees. Titties down and that pretty red ass up."

Micah got to her feet and climbed onto the bed. When she shot a look of yearning toward the pillows, Stone knew she needed something more to cling to than the duvet. "Go ahead, Webby. You may get Mr. Quackers."

She flashed him a look of thanks and didn't push her luck. Crawling up the mattress, she grabbed the stuffie and quickly returned to the foot again. With one hand full of yellow plush, she pressed her torso to the bed, spread her knees wide and lifted her bottom to him.

Stone slowly ran his finger down the seam of her ass, loving her soft mewl and the flush that instantly suffused her skin a darker rose. Parting her buttocks, his cock jerked as her hidden hole appeared to wink at him.

"Push back and relax. Let Daddy's cock in. I want to see your bottom swallowing every inch."

This wasn't the first and not even the fiftieth time she'd heard those same words, but no matter if it were the millionth, Stone knew Micah's reaction would be the same. She gasped, then mewled, then gave a sharp cry as he began to breach her anus. Despite having accepted his cock into her bottom too many times to count, if this had been for play, he still would have used a lubricant far more slippery than her saliva. But seeing as his Little girl had lied to him, this was a punishment she needed to remember. As his cock forced her sphincter to open, the wrinkles around the rim smoothed and then totally disappeared with the wide stretch required to accommodate his girth. He wasn't going to lie. He loved every mewl, every gasp, and every single whimper of "Oh, Daddy" she uttered.

Micah was his Little, his wife, his lover, his soulmate and his complete heart. Whether they were walking hand in hand, sitting with her cuddled in his lap or spooned against each other in sleep, they were bound together in ways that went far beyond titles. But this, when she was offering her submission in the most primal way conceivable, taking his rock-hard cock into her bottom, this was the connection that bound them so completely no words were necessary. That didn't mean Stone didn't enjoy adding a few phrases to accentuate his Little's submission.

"Such a good girl, pushing back to open her bottom hole. I wish you could see how wide your hole gets when swallowing your Daddy's cock. Perhaps I'll film it the next time. Would you like that, Micah?"

Her head shook in the negative but he also felt her bowels tighten around his cock in pleasure. Chuckling, Stone released his hold on her buttocks as his cock's girth was enough to force them to part. With his hands now free, he slid one hand up her spine to grasp a handful of curls, twisting the strands around his fingers to anchor her to him. His other hand slid underneath her, seeking a breast and unerringly finding a nipple that was as hard as the cock buried in her bowels.

"Aren't you even now being punished for lying, little one?" he whispered as he pinched the hard bud. "I bet you'd love watching how your body takes my cock even when you want to deny you like having Daddy inside your bottom." Pulling her head back, forcing her neck to stretch as he turned her face so he could see her face, he smiled. "I'm definitely going to film it and you are going to watch me fuck your ass," he informed her unequivocally. "You'll not only watch, you'll beg me to fuck your bottom while you do, won't you?"

"Ye-yes, Daddy," she said.

Stone knew his babygirl wouldn't consider herself a voyeur, but there was no use in her even bothering to attempt to deny the arousal she felt at the idea of seeing the scene they were in from his point of view. The dilation of her pupils and flare of her nostrils gave her away every time.

"No time like the present to begin rehearsing your lines. Beg me," he demanded, pulling her head back the tiniest bit more.

"Wh… what?"

"Beg me to fuck your ass."

Though she whimpered and another wave of color flooded her face, he heard the word, "Please!"

"You can do far better than that," Stone protested. "What do you need your Daddy to do to this naughty, red bottom? You have permission to use the word to tell me exactly what you need."

Micah's eyes grew rounder, the color deepening as he slowly withdrew halfway from her ass only to slide back in.

"I'm waiting."

With his permission granted, she said, "Please, Daddy, I need you to… to fuck my bottom."

"You're a dirty little girl, aren't you, Micah. You're a naughty little girl who likes to have her bottom filled with my hard cock and fucked, aren't you?"

Giving up any pretense of shyness, Micah mewled, "Yes, Daddy. Please fuck my bottom really hard."

"That's what I thought. You know you are happiest with a hot red bottom and my cum dripping from your holes."

He felt her entire body contract as he twisted her nipple in his fingers and gave a final thrust to seat himself balls deep.

"Daddy!" Micah screamed, her back arching without his even pulling her hair.

"Again, say it again," he demanded, drawing his hips back.

"Please, fuck my ass, Daddy! Please fill my naughty bottom with your cum."

With the naughty words coming from such his sweet girl, Stone felt his balls tighten, readying themselves. Giving her other nipple a final twist, not wishing to ignore any part of her body, he released it and moved to slide his fingers over her mound. The moment his fingertip grazed her swollen erect clit, she groaned and ground herself onto his hand.

"Naughty girl," he admonished. "Get that ass back up."

She obeyed, but whimpered as if his touch had awakened a need she'd forgotten she had. "I need to come, please, Daddy. I'll never ever, ever, ever lie to you again. May I come, please, Daddy?"

"Not yet," he said, wishing to increase her need before giving in, "and don't make promises we both know you can't keep. If you're a very good girl and wait for Daddy to fill that naughty bottom first, then you may come. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir, thank you, Daddy," she said, mewling and pushing against him as if begging him to find his release. He thrust back into her, loving her extended scream as he pulled her hair and pounded into her ass hard and fast.

Every "Daddy" she uttered fueled him to go faster, deeper, to fuck her harder. He no longer knew where his body ended and hers began, they were fused into one magnificent being that consumed every cell in his body and soul. With his fingers now buried in her pussy, his cock in her ass, he applied his thumb to her clitoris, pressing hard, giving her absolutely no quarter.

"Please!"

The single word was all it took for his balls to release and send a flood of semen jetting to fill her bowels.

"Come!" he shouted, her obedience instant, her body convulsing. His own shout joined hers as the velvet walls of her ass contracted so tightly they trapped his cock, causing the rush of his cum to slow as her orgasm consumed her. Even as it reached its zenith, Stone wasn't satisfied. His fingers began to pump harder, curling to find her g-spot, knowing he'd hit the soft magical sponge of her cunt when she screamed "Daddy, I can't!"

"You will," he countered, his thumb working her clit, his cock finally able to slide a bit, his cum again free to coat her insides. "I want to feel your cum coating my hand," he said. "Give it to me, Micah. Give me that sweet cream."

It only took a few more thrusts, some additional filthy orders for Micah to prove him right yet again, her second climax more intense than her first as liquid gushed from her pussy to not only cover his hand but to splash against his legs and puddle between her spread knees.

"What a beautifully naughty, dirty girl you are. Squirting all over your Daddy and the bed. God, I love you, Micah."

"Iloveyoutooaddee."

Stone chuckled as he slid his drenched fingers free, slipping his arm around her to support her when her strength seemed to disappear. At the relaxing of her walls of her ass, his dick gave a final jerk as it fed her the last drop of his seed before he finally pulled out. He wasn't so far gone he didn't use the fingers of his free hand to keep her buttocks spread. A sight he considered to be one of the grandest in life was to watch her gaping anus shudder and quiver as it fought to close, dribbles of his cum slipping from the darkness to slide along her leg as the wrinkles around the rim reappeared.

Satisfied he'd done her justice both as her disciplinarian and her lover, he gave her bottom a final swat before stepping back. He scooped her up into his arms and carried her across the room and into the bathroom.

"Sleepy," she whimpered. "Don't wanna bath."

"You're getting one," he said with another soft chuckle. "Babygirl, you wouldn't be able to sleep without getting clean."

"Would so."

"Hmmm, perhaps that spanking wasn't long or hard enough," he said even as he turned on first one tap and then the other after pulling the knob to seat the drain.

"Was too."

He found her responses both amusing and telling. She was definitely tired and securely seated in her Little headspace, but he was also correct. She needed a bath. They both did. He managed to open and pour a decent amount of scented gel beneath the stream of water. Bubbles instantly frothed into existence to fill the room with their aroma of strawberries and the tub with what quickly became an impressive mountain of opalescent spheres that winked with a myriad of colors as they caught the light from the overhead fixture.

Stone had a bit of an issue when attempting to undress while still holding Micah in his arms. He didn't trust her not to slip beneath the surface of the water if he placed her in the tub, but he also didn't trust her legs to hold her weight if he attempted to set her on her feet. If he laid her on the floor, he was positive she'd be out like a light. The only possible solution was to set her on the toilet, staying close so his body would make it impossible for her to tilt and fall off.

"Go potty," he demanded as he quickly unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it toward the hamper.

"Don't wanna," she complained, leaning forward to press her head against him. While the gesture was something he found reassuring in that she trusted him to keep her upright, it didn't help him undress.

"Webby, be a good girl. Go potty for Daddy then we'll share a nice bubble bath and then you can sleep."

"Share?"

He smiled as she seemed to awaken a bit with that word. "Yes, Daddy is going to bathe with you. But first, you need to potty and I need to take my clothes off."

For some reason, she seemed to find that statement funny as she opened her eyes to discover his semi-flaccid cock outside his fly, his chest bare and one shoe toed off.

"Ohhhh, Daddy, I can see your weenie," she said.

Stone rolled his eyes. "Babygirl, you've done far more than just seen my weenie. Now, unless you want another spanking, I suggest you empty your bladder."

"If I do, can I watch you go pee?"

All right, she'd just proven she still had the power to completely flabbergast him. He simply could not seem to find a response to that question and was still wondering what to say when he felt his weenie being fondled.

"Hey!" he said, the surprise at the contact having him step back. "What on earth are you doing?"

Micah giggled, her fingers still in mid-air from where they'd been stroking across the head of his cock. "Just thanking you for…" Her words ended as her stream began, seeming to catch her by surprise. "I'm tinkling!"

"That you are," Stone said, taking the opportunity to toe off his remaining shoe and to lower both his jeans and briefs. He only had his socks left to remove when Micah stood, having found her strength.

"Your turn," she announced, gesturing toward the toilet as if it were some prize.

It seemed that all those times he'd assured his Little that using the toilet was a perfectly natural occurrence didn't include his own bladder. Then again, he was the Daddy and she was the Little.

Instead of peeing, he grabbed tissue from the holder, quickly wiped between Micah's legs since she'd seemed to have forgotten to do so herself. He dropped the paper into the bowl, flushed the toilet and then picked her up again.

"You didn't go pee-pee," she said, her tone indicating she was most definitely slipping deeper into her Little headspace.

"Bath time," he said, ignoring her observation.

He set her on her feet once more, this time in the tub. "Hold on," he instructed, stripping off his socks and stepping in behind her. Sinking down into the warmth of the water, he reached up to place his hands on her hips. "Okay, Webby, you can sit down," he said, guiding her to sit between his legs.

"Mmmmm," she practically purred as she obeyed, sinking into the mountains of bubbles. Leaning the back of her head against his chest, she said, "I love bubbly baths."

Stone chuckled. For someone who'd been pouting only moments before, she sure sounded like she was enjoying bathing now. He settled against the tub's porcelain surface, drawing her back with him, an arm wrapped around her waist to assure her safety. He had to admit that even though he was going to smell like a strawberry, she was right. Bubble baths were indeed quite lovable.