A Doll's Story

 

I fidgeted while Devlin pulled my panties down. He laid me on my bed, on my tummy, then yanked my skirt to my waist before he arranged my Olga Scoops neatly at the backs of my knees. I dug my bare toes into the duvet. I guess I squirmed too much, ’cause he reprimanded me and told me to lie still. He gets that awful ‘professor’ tone in his voice when he does that, and I just want to run away. Yeah, right! As if!

My bottom really stung from the spanking he gave me a minute before. I knew I was already in big trouble but I couldn't help but whine when he told me to lift my hips. He ignored my protests and snaked a strong arm around my waist to lift me up so he could wedge a folded pillow underneath me. I sobbed ’cause I could feel how high my bare bottom was raised and the view it showed him. I sobbed again when I felt his hand at my knees, nudging them as far apart as my panties would allow.

His big hand patted my sore, red bottom. "Hush, Gwen. And get off those elbows. You know better than that. Put your chest down, flat on the bed, your head too. That's my girl. Offer me your naughty bottom, and I want you to stay just like that. I'll be right back.”

Of course he didn't come ‘right back.’ He made me lie there and wait for him, so I could contemplate the night ahead of me, and the day that had just passed; the day that got me into this horrible predicament!

The day itself couldn't have been any lovelier. It was warm autumn in New England, with the leaves just past peak. Devlin and I had gone to an antique fair at the Littlefield town common. It should have been the perfect place to spend a romantic, lazy afternoon together, holding hands and leisurely strolling along the booths, browsing dusty old goods.

We hadn’t been there long when Devlin struck up a conversation with a man who sold antique watches. He’d always wanted an old timepiece to display on his desk. The guy was good, and kept Devlin's interest with his sales pitch. I pulled on his arm several times, but he ignored me. I was bored with watches, wasn’t even interested, and we still had miles of booths yet to see. But the man just would not shut up! I yanked again, a little harder, but Devlin just patted my hand and carried on talking. I sighed as loud as I could, then just pouted and peered toward the booths we hadn't explored yet.

About fifty feet way, a wooden sign read “Dolls.” My weakness! I love old dolls! I yanked on Devlin's arm again, harder than I intended. Both Devlin and the salesman looked at me in surprise. Devlin's eyebrow shot up, which told me we'd be having a 'talk' later about my rudeness.

"Devlin, I'm sorry. But I … I have to go check something out, OK? I'm just going further down the row.”

His voice sounded smooth, like Bailey’s Irish Cream. "Give me another minute and I'll come with you, sweetheart.”

But I didn't want to wait, and I pulled against his hand like an impatient child.

"No, that's OK, you guys finish up. Just meet me at the doll booth when you're done, OK?" He did that eyebrow thing again. "Pleeease?"

He nodded, and, knowing that he wouldn't be able to complete his discussion in peace otherwise, he let go of my hand, assuring me he'd catch up in a few moments. At the doll booth, the dealer acknowledged me and I smiled, my eyes roaming over the merchandise. Most of the dolls weren't true antiques but they were still beautiful. I browsed until I was satisfied there were no special finds. As I turned to go back to Devlin, something caught my eye. There was a doll tucked under the back table, and from what I could see of her pale pretty face, she appeared to be a 19th century Jumeau doll. She had a mop of red curly hair. Her pale, blue, glass eyes stared at me and I knew I was in love.

I pointed to her. "Has that one been sold yet?"

The vendor said that the doll had been on hold since early morning, but no one had returned to pay for her. The woman brought her to me. I couldn't get my hands on her fast enough. And I was right! She was a bisque Jumeau, probably made in the early 1880's. She was dressed in a faded and worn but gorgeous cream silk dress with tiny daisies embroidered on the bodice and a lace- trimmed cloak to match. I turned her over and over as I admired every little age flaw. Oh, she was beautiful! I was so in love.

"How much are you asking for her?"

"Three fifty."

Nuts! I knew $350 was a lot of money, I truly did. I tried to negotiate, but the woman wouldn't budge. Did I care? Naaaah. I knew that a Jumeau was worth that! I took a nervous peek at Devlin, still at the watch booth. Of course I knew he would kill me if he found out how much money I was going to spend on this doll, but I simply had to have her. It was just one of those things in life that a girl must have, so before I could talk myself out of it I handed over my credit card and asked the woman to please hurry. She nodded, winked, and in less than a minute, the doll was mine, paid for, wrapped and bagged. I thanked her, tucked the package under my arm, turned and … immediately bumped into Devlin, who was standing behind me.

"Whoa! Oh, hi! You, um … snuck up on me. So, ummm, did you buy anything from the watch man?"

"No, sweetness, everything was ridiculously overpriced.”

Sometimes I think Devlin has antennas.

"Oh, gee, that's too bad. I'm sure you'll find a watch eventually.”

"Yes, I'm certain I will, but I'm not going to rush into anything. You know I'm not one to make rash decisions with pricey baubles.”

I definitely did not like the way this conversation was going. Time to change the subject.

"Devlin, are you hungry for lunch yet?"

He squinted his eyes and turned his head just an inch. "Ah, no, thank you. Eleven o’clock is a little early for me." He nodded at the package that was half-hidden behind my back. "What did you buy?"

Ugh.

"Huh?" I pretended not to hear him as I strode away from the doll booth. "Oh, look! Hot apple cider! Want some?"

"Sure smells good. What did you buy?"

I could feel his eyes on the back of my head. "Oh, the cutest little doll you ever saw. She’s old, though. Needs to be cleaned up. It’ll be a lot of work, but I know she'll be so pretty."

"You know, sweetheart, you don't get the best bargains at places like this. Fact is, you usually pay through the nose. If you wanted a doll, you should have told me. The wise thing would have been to check out the dolls on Ebay."

Yes, that would have been the wise thing to do, except Ebay didn't have this doll!

He cleared his throat and I trembled. "Gwen, you do remember the promise you made about sticking to your budget, don't you?"

Oh, no, please. Not the promise! I bit my lip and clutched my doll tighter, knowing I was doomed.

Devlin shook his head. “You've already forgotten last month's discussion?"

Discussion? That was not a discussion. That was him, lecturing me on the evils of high-interest credit cards while I laid across his knees, wriggling and kicking to get loose while he spanked my bottom red!

"No, Devlin, I remember."

"And you recall that you promised you'd curb your spending on unnecessary luxuries until you paid that card down?”

That card? Wow. I was glad he only thought there was only one card!

"Uh huh! And I’ve tried really, really hard to…."

"So please correct me if I'm wrong, but your sudden reticence leads me to believe that the purchase you're clinging to so desperately would most likely not be considered an inexpensive luxury, would it, Gwen?"

I looked at him and opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I didn't want to lie to him. Well, yes, actually I did want to lie, but I couldn't think up a believable fib fast enough. I couldn’t even stammer because he was looking straight at me. I got that awful tight feeling in my belly, and I knew I was caught.

Devlin knew it too. He took me firmly by my elbow and escorted me to a quiet spot next to an old oak tree, away from the commotion of the booths. My heart was pounding in my throat as he bent down towards my flushed face and asked quietly in his deep, Devlin voice, "How much did you pay for that doll, young lady?"

My first inclination was to deny that I was even holding a doll! At that moment I wanted nothing to do with her. I wanted to get rid of the evidence, and if Devlin had been looking the other way I would have been tempted to ditch her in the big, green trash barrel!

"Pay?" I was about half a breath from desperation.

"Yes, Gwen. How much did you pay for the doll? What was the cost?"

Oh, I really didn't want to tell him that! My bottom twitched when I remembered how badly he had me squirming over his knee last month. By the time he allowed me to stand up (but before he banished me to the corner so he could admire my scarlet tushy for half an hour), Devlin had made it very clear what I could expect the next time I was irresponsible with my credit card. It was something I had understood perfectly and remembered … until today.

"I'm waiting, miss.”

I tried to look calm while my head swirled and my eyes looked up, down, left, right, anywhere but at him, because I knew his eyebrow would be arched and seeing that would only make my belly tighten more … but then … a miracle! An answer came to me while I studied the bark on the oak tree. With any luck, it could just possibly get me out of this mess.

I looked at the package and said, "I paid $35 for her, Devlin. I thought that was a reasonable price."

Strong fingers lifted my chin, making me look into his narrowed, skeptical eyes.

"You paid $35 for that doll, sweetheart?"

"Uh huh."

"Really?" He couldn't have made it sound more doubtful if he tried.

"Uh huh."

While it wasn't hard for Devlin to sense when I wasn't being totally up-front about things, he's a gentleman and he'd never call a lady a fibber. He studied my face and gave me one last chance.

"You're positive about that, Gwen?"

Arrgg! How many times was he going to make me say it? "Yes, I'm sure. Thirty five American dollars."

"Then it sounds to me like you found yourself a bargain today. Good for you, sweetness. I know she'll look lovely once you've fixed her up. She'll make a nice addition to your collection, I'm sure."

It took all of two seconds for guilt to kick in, because he was being nice to me now and I didn't deserve it. I didn't want to hold his hand, but he took mine and we continued to wander the fair. My mind was a million miles away. I was too aware of the doll under my arm; couldn't stop thinking about her and how I had lied to Devlin. I was mad at the doll, I was annoyed at Devlin, and I felt very sorry for myself that I couldn't even enjoy this treasure I had found, or rather this treasure that had cost me $350! Ooooh, that sounded like an awful lot of money all of a sudden! Devlin put his arm around me and was just beginning to give me a hug that I also didn't deserve when we were interrupted by a female voice, calling to me.

"Excuse me, miss? Miss?"

I turned and my stomach lurched when I saw the woman from the doll booth heading towards us, waving a piece of paper in the air.

"You were in such a hurry you forgot your receipt! I'm so glad I spotted you!"

Devlin turned, glanced at me, and then smiled at her. I moaned because the woman’s eyes glistened when she saw Devlin’s smile. It has that effect, especially on older women. OK, me too, but old ladies kind of melt when he looks at them a certain way, like he’s their long-lost son or something, and she just shoved the receipt into his hand without another look at me. I tried to snatch it from him, but he read it while he held it over his head, out of my reach. And then …well things didn't go so well after that. He thanked the woman and she left, but she kind of sighed as she looked over her shoulder. I quivered when he gave me the Visa bill.

“I don’t understand. 'There must be a mistake! I thought the price tag said thirty-five, not three fifty! Where'd that extra zero come from?”

“You probably should run after her then, don’t you think?”

“No! I mean … well, I … see … um….”

A hot blush covered my cheeks. My desperate ploy only made Devlin's eyebrow go up higher than I've ever seen it before.

He lowered his head and sternly whispered, "Do you know what happens to little girls who fib? Especially to me?"

I could only shake my head.

"Well, then, sweetheart, I believe it's time you learned.”

Of course I did know what happened to little girls who fibbed to Devlin, or at least I could guess. I’d never done it before. Well, I hadn’t been caught, anyway, until then. My guess turned out to be pretty accurate, ‘cause my fanny was really sore already, and I didn’t dare rub because I didn’t know where he’d gone and I couldn’t see the bedroom door without turning my head, and if he was standing outside watching me, he’d spank me again for moving when he told me not to. And Heaven help me if I rubbed my bottom after a spanking before he said I could! I really, really wanted to be a good girl for him and show him how sorry I was that I spent all that money on the doll, especially after we had that long discussion just the month before. He must have spanked me for half an hour that time, before he sent me to the corner. I hate standing in the corner. It’s so embarrassing to have my red bottom on display, and having Devlin sitting behind me somewhere. And I never know if he’s reading, or watching television, or admiring his handiwork. I hate standing in the corner.

When we got home from the fair, I was over his lap for almost an hour while he ‘reminded’ me of that discussion. I’m always amazed how he can scold me for so long and never say the same thing twice. At least I don’t think he does. Of course, I’m kind of distracted ’cause his hard hand is smacking my bottom about every six seconds. That’s part of what makes his spankings so awful! He leaves plenty of time for the sting to get all the way into my cheeks before he gives me the next swat, so by the time he’s finally done, my fanny feels absolutely on fire! But there’s no rubbing allowed, not unless Devlin does it himself.

He didn’t say, but I had to assume that now he was going to ‘talk’ to me about the fib. Where’d he go, anyway? What’s he doing, for crying out loud? Well, I knew one thing he was doing, and that was giving me time to think about what he’d do next, which scared me half to death. I mean, there I was with my heinie in the air, so vulnerable, so wide open, and the cool bedroom air could get all inside, especially down low, where my lips were kind of damp. OK, that’s another fib. They were wet! And the more my bottom cooled, the wetter they got.

Where was he? Not that I wanted him to come back and look inside my behind and then spank me for fibbing, but my tummy was getting pretty nervous, and all those nasty butterflies were flapping around! Maybe he wouldn’t spank me again, after all. Maybe he just wanted me to get really scared and embarrassed, so I wouldn’t fib to him anymore. Hah! Maybe the moon is made of melted Monterey Jack!

“Gwendolyn!”

I jerked and my tummy did flip-flops. “What? Um. Sir?”

“Didn’t I tell you to stay the way I put you?”

“I did!”

“Then why is the pillow scrunched halfway up your tummy?”

I looked down. “Oh, God,” I moaned.

The pillow had somehow worked its way almost to my breasts.

“You were rubbing your naughty parts against it, weren’t you?” he said, and lifted me by the waist so he could put it back where he left it.

“No! I … I don’t know how that happened.”

“Then why is there a wet spot on the pillow case, Gwen?”

A tear dripped from my eye. “But, Devlin! You were gone so long, I just … I guess I just wiggled a little bit. I didn’t really move, honest!”

“We will discuss the issue of your honesty in a moment. There. Now spread your legs again, the way I had them before.”

I blushed, but spread my legs apart for him. “OK. See? I’m being good. We don’t have to discuss anything right now, do we? You already spanked me real hard and I’m awful sore. Devlin? What are you going to do?”

“Teach you not to fib to me, sweetheart.”

“But … but I already know that, honest! I mean … I do know that! You don’t have to punish me any more. I already learned my lesson!”

“Obviously you haven’t or you would have been too overcome with shame to masturbate against the pillow.”

“Devlin! I didn’t! How can you say that to me?”

I felt the sting an instant before I heard the crack of his hand on my bottom. My hand jerked back to rub before I could stop it.

“Gwendolyn!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, but that hurt!”

He pushed my hand away and sat on the edge of the bed. I folded my arms above my head and stared at the duvet. My cheeks still quivered, both from the spank and from trying not to clench. I could feel his eyes as he inspected the insides of my cleft. Why does he do that? Doesn’t he know how embarrassing that is? I sighed and curled my toes. Of course he knows. What was I thinking?

“You’re just dripping, Gwen.”

“Am not!”

“And you’re arguing!”

“Ow, ow, ouch!”

I couldn’t help it! He smacked my sore tushy about a dozen times, and I just had to clamp my legs together, ’cause my bottom was wide open and his hand kept landing inside, and it really stung!

“Gwendolyn! Spread your thighs and get your bottom open.”

“Devlin, nooo! Please? Just … just spank my fanny, OK? Not inside, pleeease?”

He tapped the back of my knee and I whined, but I spread my legs like he told me to.

“That’s better, little girl.”

His voice was so calm, so deep, so soft. I’m always afraid I’ll make him mad, but it doesn’t seem like I ever do. And I love it when he calls me his little girl, ’cause I know he’d never hurt his little girl, not really. The stinging on the sensitive skin inside my bottom kind of glowed and I took a deep breath when I felt his hand stroke me there, and then when his fingers delved deeper, it was like a bunch of warm firecrackers went off way deep in my tummy.

“Ohhh, Devlin! Mmm, yesss.”

“Sweetheart?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you remember when we talked about what happens to extra-naughty girls? Girls that don’t mind me, or defy me or fib to me?”

The soft, liquid voice turned to frozen hydrogen when he said ‘fib,’ and the warm glow that his fingers put in my tummy turned to a block of ice. He was referring to a late night conversation we had had weeks ago.

“But, Devlin,” I whispered. “You … we were just talking! You didn’t mean that, did you? You … you had your finger on my … um … button, and … and you just wanted me to imagine that, so I could get off. Didn’t you? You wouldn’t really do that to me, would you?”

“Do what, sweetness?”

“You know! S-spank me, um … in there!”

“But you remember what I said, don’t you? When I told you what would happen if you enrolled in my college, and you misbehaved? Remember?”

“Yes! But it … it was just a story! We … you were just playing!”

His hand rubbed my sore behind, and his thumb slipped between the cheeks and caressed for just a second. I gasped and bit my lip.

“But you told me what you would do,” he said in that liquid voice. “If I made you bend over the desk in the schoolroom, lifted your little schoolgirl skirt and took down your little, white, schoolgirl panties. Do you remember what you said?”

“Noooo! Ow! Devlin! OK! Yesss! I remember!”

He didn’t swat me very hard, but I didn’t expect it, so I kicked the mattress kind of hard.

“Gwen! Be still! Now. Tell me what you said.”

“No,” I whimpered.

I squealed ’cause I felt his arm rise up.

“Now, Gwendolyn.” The soft, liquid voice had a really scary edge to it.

“OK! I … when we were playing that, um, schoolgirl fantasy, I said something about, um, where very extra-naughty girls get spanked … inside their bottom cheeks.” I took a deep breath. “Then … then I said, um, I said, ‘Oooh, I AM pushing it out, Professor! I am offering! Oh, Devlin, don't spread my bottom like that! Pleease, it's so embarrassing to know you're looking back there! Dooon’t!’ Or … or something like that.”

And I did push it out then, ’cause I remembered exactly what I said that night. I could just see that classroom he writes about in all those naughty stories he puts on his website, and me dressed like a schoolgirl, bent over the desk while all the other girls watch me get punished. It didn’t matter that I’m fifteen years older than them. When Devlin’s got his finger on my trigger, I could be Madonna on-stage at the Hollywood Bowl! Except it isn’t fake when I explode like a ton of dynamite!

Then he chuckled. I swear! The man actually laughed! I jerked my head around and glared at him, which was probably a mistake. Damn! I wish I’d ever learn! At least I didn’t say anything, which I was going to until I saw his eyebrow, the left one, raise up. God, I hate it when he does that! At least he didn’t scowl, which was a good sign, but he did squeeze my sore bottom pretty hard, and that made me whimper real loud.

“That was very good, sweetness. So you know what you have to do now.”

“No, Devlin! I don’t want to! It was just a fantasy! You can’t expect me to really … oweee! Ouch! Ow! OK! I will! Uh! Devliiiin! I’m doing it, OK? See? I … my bottom’s all spread out, and … and I’m sticking it up, see? But please not too hard, OK? Don’t spank me real hard inside my fanny, pleease?”

“Much better, sweetheart,” he said, and leaned over.

I just about had a heart attack because he kissed me, right between the cheeks! About an inch from you-know-where! That big ice block in my tummy just melted.

“Ooooh, Devlin! That feels so … mmmm!”

Then he rubbed my tushy with both hands and I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. But he stopped, dammit! And then he said something I did not want to hear.

“How many times did you fib to me today, Gwendolyn?”

Oh, Gaaahd! Not ‘sweetheart.’ Not even ‘Gwen.’ Gwendolyn. My in-trouble name. The ice block came back, even bigger this time.

“I … I’m sorry I fibbed, Devlin. Sir.”

“That’s not an answer, young lady. How many times?”

I tried to ignore the awful, icy butterflies fluttering in my belly.

“I … um … just once, sir.”

“Oh? Didn’t I ask you twice how much you paid for the doll?”

“I … I don’t remember. Owich! Oooh! Yes!”

He swatted my right cheek, pretty hard, but at least his fingers didn’t land inside my fanny. He rubbed the sting away while I nodded.

“And when the lady from the stall came with the receipt, didn’t you try to fib to me again?”

Oh, geeeze!

“Y-yes, sir,” I whispered.

“Better. And how many times did you put me off before you even told the first fib?”

“I … um … twice. Sir.”

“At least that. Now, that’s two prevarications and three outright fibs. How many fibs can a girl tell me before I consider her extra-naughty, Gwendolyn?”

I couldn’t believe it! He was gonna make me tell him! I cried really hard ’cause I really, really didn’t want to say I’d been extra-naughty! It was too awful to admit! His hand felt so good on my hot fanny when he rubbed it while I sobbed, and I sobbed for a long time. Just not long enough or hard enough, I guess.

“Gwendolyn? I asked you a question.”

“I … I know!”

“I expect an answer. Now!”

“Geeze, Devlin! Um. Five?”

He squeezed my sore tushy real hard and I whimpered.

“Not even close. Try again.”

“Oh, God! Um. Three?”

“One is the correct answer, young lady!” He smacked my fanny pretty hard and I squealed. “So that makes you what kind of little girl? Hmm?”

“Oh, Gaaahd! A … a v-very extra-naughty l-little girl.”

“And what happens to very extra-naughty little girls, Gwen?”

His hand was still on my bottom, but not in between, which was OK, ’cause my bottom hole was just throbbing, and I really wished he couldn’t see it. But I took a deep breath and shut my eyes real tight.

“They … they get spanked?”

He sighed. “Where, Gwendolyn?”

“In … inside their bottom cheeks?” I whispered.

“What? I couldn’t hear you.”

Dammit, of course he could hear me! It was so quiet in the bedroom I could hear the Canada geese honking at the pond a mile away, for crying out loud!

I huffed, kind of loud. “Inside their bottom cheeks, OK?”

He grunted and smacked my heinie. “You are already in enough trouble, young lady, so keep a civil tongue in your head.”

“But, Devliiin! This is so awful!”

“Yes, and I hope it’s awful enough that you remember it the next time you even think about telling me a fib.”

“But I will! You don’t have to do this! I’ll be good! I’ll never fib to you again, I swear!”

“Push down with your tummy, so your bottom is raised up more.”

“Devlin, pleeease?”

“Hush and do what I said.”

Oh, geeeze! It was horrible, lying there with my panties around my knees, my bottom way up in the air, all spread out, and my boobs mashed into the duvet. My nipples were hard as rock, and they just burned! I tried to concentrate on them, so I wouldn’t think about how wide open my fanny was, but then he started spanking me deep in between my cheeks, not too hard at first, but it wasn’t long before I forgot all about my nipples!

“Owee! Devlin! That stings!”

“It’s going to sting a lot more in few minutes. Stay still.”

“Nooo! It’s nasty!”

“So is fibbing, young lady.”

“But I’m sorreeee! Ow! Oooh! Not right there! Don’t spank me there!”

“Are you going to fib to me ever again?”

“Neeeoooh! Owitch! I … I promise!”

“You promised me that you wouldn’t spend money on frivolousness, but you did.”

“Nooo owww! Eeek! Devliiin!”

“Push your bottom up more, girl. I’ve hardly begun.”

“Nahahahah noooo!”

It was just his fingertips at first, smacking the soft skin on the insides of my bottom crack, and that was more humiliating than painful. I could feel my face burning with shame. He kept the light swats up for five minutes, but then he started to swat pretty hard, with all of his big, hard fingers. That really stung, and I kind of lost it. I’m pretty sure he scolded me about something or other for the next ten minutes, and I think I tried to say whatever he wanted to hear, but I really can’t be sure. All I could think about was how much the inside of my bottom burned, and how he was leaning over, pushing down on the small of my back, looking right inside my most private spot, while he spanked, and spanked, and spanked!

After forty or fifty swats on one side, he’d twist around and lie across my legs so he could spank the inside of the other cheek! Then he’d go back and start on the other side again. All I could do was screech and pound on the bed with my fists, ’cause he held me down. Then I tried to put my legs together. Why can’t I learn?

“Gwendolyn! Extra-naughty girls do not get to close their bottoms!”

I have no idea what I said, and I’m pretty sure it was just gibberish by that time, but the next thing I knew, my panties were gone and my knees were spread out about a mile. That’s when he knelt behind me and slapped straight down into the crevice! It made kind of a hollow ‘pop’ every time he smacked me. My little bum hole quivered with the shock of the sting. It felt like that went on for hours, but it was probably only a minute or two. Then all of a sudden I wasn’t lying on my tummy over the pillow anymore.

“Shhh. It’s all right, sweetness. I’ve got you.”

And he did, too. He sat on the edge of the bed with me cradled in his arms so my achy, stingy, humiliated little tushy was pressed down hard into his lap. That was even better than Devlin rubbing my bottom, when I’d sit on his lap and I’d grind my hot bottom against Devlin’s lap to take away the sting. I clung to his neck and just sobbed while I told him how sorry I was, and I’d never do it again, and I would be like the best little girl in the world, and I loved him, and I can’t remember what else. Finally I looked up at his smile, and realized none of what I’d just said had come out in anything like comprehensible English, but his smile made me feel better.

“I … I … I love you, Devlin.”

“That’s all I needed to hear, sweetheart. You’re still my girl, you know, even when you’re naughty.”

“Uh huh, I know.” I loved being cuddled in his arms right after a spanking. There was no place better, and that’s why his next words hit me like ice water.

“OK, then, be my good girl and stand up for me.”

Oh, I didn’t want to get up yet! I was so comfy and cozy, cuddled on his lap! He didn’t let me hesitate for long, just stood up and I had no choice but to stand on my feet. I gave him the biggest, angriest pout I could muster.

He chuckled and rubbed my bottom with his big warm hand. “Keep giving me that attitude, sweetheart, and you’ll find yourself bottom up in that bathroom getting a soap suds enema.”

I definitely didn’t want that, no way! I hugged him tightly around his waist in a panic.

“No, Devlin, I’m sorry! See, look, no pout now … just a smile for you, OK?”

I gave him a nervous fake grin, then hid my face in his shirt, praying I hadn’t blown my redemption.

He hugged me in return and rubbed the back of my head in slow circular motions. “That’s better. That’s my girl. I don’t want to have to give you a nasty enema, but you know I won’t hesitate to put the nozzle up your fanny. That’s one naughty-girl punishment that never fails to get your attention, isn’t it, sweetheart? So I suggest you be on your best behavior this evening while we finish up, otherwise a soapy enema will be added to the agenda. Is that clear, young lady?”

“Yes, sir, uh, uh, I understand.” My voice was muffled because I still had my face buried in his shirt. I was so disappointed. Here I was thinking I was free and clear after that mortifying spanking and now I had to worry about an enema too! This was so not fair!

“That’s my girl. Here, let me see your pretty face.”

Devlin took my jaws between his warm palms and studied my face. He brushed the hair off my forehead and gently pressed his fingers against my temple. I closed my eyes, enjoying his soft touch.

“Hmmm. You feel warm, sweetness. Go get me the thermometer and the Vaseline, please.”

My eyes shot open. ”Devlin, no! I’m not warm!”

He took my chin in his fingers and lifted. “Not one more word out of that pretty mouth. Go into the bathroom and bring me the rectal thermometer and the Vaseline. One more syllable, Gwen, and I promise you a fanny full of soapsuds within five minutes. Is that clear?”

Now I was flushed. I nodded my head really hard.

“Then please do as I said, Gwen.”

I turned and walked to the bathroom. It felt like miles. I abhorred having Devlin take my temperature that way and I could feel my bottom clenching in anticipation. When I finally made it past the door and started to reach for the cabinet, I saw that he had already placed the jar of Vaseline, the thermometer and a small white hand towel on the counter by the sink. Oooh, that man! He had planned to take my temp even before he spanked me! I should have known this would be part of my punishment. He knew how much I hated it!

Once, during one of our vacations down the Cape, we got into a petty argument about the sailboats that skimmed across the bay. I should have known better than to argue, but I’d had three Mimosas at breakfast and felt pretty sure of myself, so I kind of got in his face about the difference between a lateen and a spinnaker, and even though I was right, he said I was way too smarty-pants about it. He really doesn’t like to be shown up when it comes to nautical stuff! So, as punishment, he spanked me before breakfast, lunch and dinner each day, followed by a rectal temperature taking! I had that damn thermometer hanging over my head our entire vacation! He had me squirming the whole week!

I picked up the items and turned to leave but stopped in mid-step. There, on the towel rack, hung the empty, red, enema bag. I couldn’t believe it! He had already taken it out, assuming he’d be using that on me, too! I was so angry, and so frustrated, and so determined not to give him any excuse to put that nasty nozzle in my bottom! I’d just keep very quiet, no matter what he did. Yeah, right. As if!

“Don’t keep me waiting, young lady!”

With heavy feet I returned to Devlin who was sitting on the edge of my bed. He made me stand in front of him while he rolled up his shirtsleeves. When he was finished, he took the small towel from me, folded it once and laid it on the bed. Next he took the jar of Vaseline and removed the cover. I don’t know if anyone else hates the sound of a Vaseline jar cover being removed as much as I do. It’s a noise like nothing else in the world, and it makes my belly flip-flop. Devlin placed the jar and lid on the towel, and then took the thermometer from my hand. He pulled it out of its case, gave it a few shakes and inserted it deep into the jelly.

He looked up at me and patted his knee, indicating that it was time for me to lie over his lap. I wanted to protest, I really, really did, but my bottom was still stinging from the spanking, and there was no way I wanted an enema on top of everything else! So I bit my lip and let my eyes plead with him. He just patted his thigh again. I knew what I had to do … what he wanted me to do, but I couldn’t budge on my own, so I waited for Devlin to take me by the elbow and guide me across his knees. He didn’t waste any time, but just pushed my skirt up to my waist to expose my bare, red bottom. I felt the bed shift when he reached for the Vaseline jar and I gave a quiet sob when I felt both his hands on my bottom. I sobbed louder when he parted my cheeks and held them wide open for about a dozen seconds while he surveyed the thermometer’s target. He removed one hand, but kept my fanny spread with strong fingers of his other hand. I wriggled and tried to let him know I didn’t like being open like that, but he only spread my bottom wider, like he didn’t particularly care what I thought about the matter!

”Be a good girl and stop wriggling. You know very well this won’t hurt.”

It wouldn’t hurt, but it was mortifying!

Devlin’s other hand returned to my bottom. In it was the thermometer, slick and goopy with Vaseline. When he touched the greasy tip to my clenched bottom hole, I jumped.

“I said to lie still! Don’t make me tell you again, Gwendolyn!”

My cheeks spread far apart and my little hole defenseless, Devlin circled my anus, lubricating the area with just the tip of the thermometer, smearing the goo round and round. I couldn’t do anything but lie there, fighting the intense urge to clench, and wait until Devlin was satisfied my bottom hole was thoroughly greased. When he hugged my waist tighter, I knew it was time. I felt the cold glass rod slip all the way into my behind. Oooh! It was almost icy, like it had been in the refrigerator! I wriggled, trying to get accustomed to the awful sensation.

“That’s not quite right, is it, sweetheart?”

He slowly drew the thermometer out of my rectum, only to push it back in again, this time twisting it a bit to the right, then to the left, then pulling it out just a bit, before pushing it completely back into my bottom again. I gasped and struggled to keep still. He always had to make such a production when he took my temperature! Still not satisfied, I had to suffer through this process one more time, him pushing, pulling, twisting, withdrawing the rod almost completely before he pushed it back in. I sobbed and wriggled in protest, and received a sharp slap on my fanny.

I guess he figured he had tormented me enough, and finally left the thermometer deep inside my bottom, but he kept the end between his fingers while his hand rested on my sore behind. Every so often, he’d spread my cheeks wide apart to make sure it was still properly inserted in my bottom hole, or he’d give the thermometer a twist or nudge to make sure it wasn’t slipping out. As if he’d let it!

The required minutes slowly ticked by as I lay across Devlin’s lap, the thermometer poking out from between my bottom cheeks. I was so proud of myself for keeping quiet throughout the ordeal, and still determined to not let my mouth get me into trouble! I mean, I knew that Devlin loved to play with my fanny, and sometimes at night when we were in bed, I wouldn’t mind so much when he played with it, but I really hated these punitive sessions. Well, almost nearly hated. I mean, sometimes he embarrassed me so much I wanted to die!

Finally, Devlin decided time was up. He spread my cheeks wide again and I whimpered because he didn’t need do to that! Then, ever so slowly, and I mean painfully slowly, he withdrew the thermometer.

With his hand still on my blushing fanny he announced, “Marginally high temp, sweetheart, but nothing to be concerned about.” He patted my bottom, a signal for me to stand up. I stood before him with my head bowed and he kissed the top of my head. “That’s my good girl. We’re nearly finished. Let’s just go into the bathroom.”

Devlin took my hand but I couldn’t follow him. Something told me that we weren’t going in there to wash up. I couldn’t see the enema bag, but I could feel it, and I didn’t want to be anywhere near that thing!

He gave my hand a warning tug. “Behave!”

I stumbled as he dragged me several miles across the bedroom, went straight to the towel rack and unhooked the bag. I nearly went into shock! I hadn’t uttered a peep for the past fifteen minutes, and I didn’t deserve an enema! I was a breath away from shouting at him, but thank God, before I did, I saw that he was merely taking the bag to put it away, back in the cabinet. Phew! That was close! Devlin never goes back on his word, so I couldn’t understand why I’d be getting an enema if I hadn’t disobeyed him. My heartbeat had slowed almost to normal, but then he turned around and I saw the blue, bulb enema syringe in his hand! No way! My mouth dropped open. He smiled when he saw my green eyes go wide in awful surprise.

“Don’t fret, sweetheart. We’re just going to give your bottom a little washout. Nothing major. You’ll be more comfortable if you’re nice and clean when I put your bottom plug in, won’t you?”

Whaaat? Bottom plug? He chuckled at my panicked expression and I wanted to yell, but I was speechless! I shook my head back and forth. Not the bottom plug! I definitely didn’t deserve that! I opened my mouth to argue with him, but he quickly put a finger over my lips.

“Shh. You’ve done so well, don’t spoil it now. No argument, no pouting. You’ll get a little-girl enema and the butt plug for the rest of the evening. Any backtalk at all, and you’ll get the soapsuds, a spanking with the hairbrush and the bigger fanny plug. The choice is yours.”

I panted and stomped my foot. “Devliiin! That’s not a choice! What did I do that was so terrible?”

“You fibbed to me, sweetheart.”

“But I won’t ever do it again, I swear! You already spanked me really hard, and all inside my….”

He wrapped his arms around me while I cried on his shirt.

“Take off your clothes, Gwen. All of them. Now.”

“But, Devlin!” I gasped when he let go of me and went to open the cabinet. “No! Please! OK! Don’t get the hairbrush, OK? I’ll take off my clothes, see?”

My fingers didn’t work very well, but he waited patiently while I fumbled and whimpered and finally got my skirt and blouse off. My bra hooked in the front and I nearly climbed the wall when my hands touched my nipples. I shut my eyes and let all the wonderful, wavy quivers run up my neck and down my tummy. Water started to splash in the sink so I leaned against the wall and watched him rinse out the bulb and fill it. He looked at me in the mirror and I blushed really hard. I whimpered and stomped my foot again, because he chuckled when I put my hand down to cover my vagina.

“Don’t do that, sweetheart. You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

“How can you say that?”

Nothing to be ashamed of? I was standing there, stark naked, and he was about to put me over his lap, open my bottom, and put all kinds of nasty things right in my hole, for crying out loud! And he just smiled about it!

“No tantrums, sweetness. Come here.”

He held out his hand and I stumbled over to him. I sighed and grabbed his shirt when he leaned over to kiss me. His lips felt so warm, and I was just shivering. I licked his tongue for as long as he let me, which wasn’t nearly long enough. He started to raise his head and I whimpered.

“No, please!”

“Shh. Come on, Gwen. Time to wash out your little heinie.”

I blushed even harder. How could be so calm? My feet felt like ice on the tiles, then suddenly they weren’t on the tiles anymore because he was sitting on the toilet lid and I was draped over his thighs with my hands on the floor and my tushy straight up in the air!

“Devlin!”

“Spread you legs a little, Gwen.”

“No, I don’t…. Ow! OK! Not so hard!”

“Then behave. You know better than to tell me ‘no’ when you’re across my knee, young lady.”

Oh, God! I wanted to reach back and rub the sting out of my fanny where he swatted me, but instead I opened my thighs. He parted my cheeks again and I wailed. It was still really slick with Vaseline inside the cleft, and his finger slid right in. I clenched hard and he grunted.

“I’m sorry, Devlin, but I just … I wasn’t expecting it!”

“All right, Gwen. Relax. I just wanted to be sure you were still lubricated. I’ll take my finger out now, then put the nozzle in your bottom hole, OK?”

Did he just have to say that? And how could it possibly be OK? But I just bit my lip and nodded. His finger slipped out, but then he spread me even wider and I felt the plastic tip. He made little circles around my anus while I gasped for air and tried to keep my legs apart. Then he did the same thing with the enema nozzle that he did with the thermometer, except more and slower! It took him five minutes to get it all the way in, and all I could do was stare at the floor while waves of awful, squirmy, delicious shudders flowed through my bottom. I whimpered and bit my fingertip when a little drop of moisture squeezed between my lower lips, and I knew he could see it!

“Ready for the water, sweetheart?”

Like I had a choice, or what? “Devlin, I … OK.”

He pressed the bulb. I moaned as warm wetness trickled inside me. It was awful and terrible and icky, especially when he leaned his elbow on my back to push my head toward the floor. The enema ran downward, into my tummy, and spread even more heat through my vagina. He took his fingers out from between my cheeks and massaged my belly with his left hand as he emptied the bulb. I tingled from head to toe as he pulled the nozzle out an inch, pushed it back in, pulled it out again, over and over until I thought I’d explode! Finally, he took it all the way out and set it on the back of the toilet.

“You’re a very good girl, Gwen.”

I sighed as he patted my fanny. My tummy gurgled when I slid off his lap and stood in front of him. He got up and hugged me while I squirmed in his arms.

“Um, Devlin? I need to, um … you know?”

He looked at me with the strangest expression, then snapped his fingers.

“Drat! I left my briefcase in the trunk.”

“Yeah, OK. Go get it while I….”

“Come along.”

“Devlin, what are you…?”

I couldn’t believe it! He dragged me by the arm into the bedroom. My mouth opened and shut but nothing came out. I kept my cheeks clamped tight and hoped nothing awful would happen while I tried to figure out what his problem was!

“Here. Put this on.”

“Devlin, are you crazy?”

He grabbed one of my old t-shirts from the bureau top and made me raise my arms while he slipped it on me. It was nice to have some kind of clothes on, but the hem reached only about an inch below my bare butt. I didn’t remember putting it on the bureau, and I sure didn’t remember putting my house slippers on the floor beside it, but there they were, and suddenly they were on my feet!

“This will just take a minute, sweetheart.”

“Are you out of your mind? I have to go! You’re not taking me….”

“The car’s right outside in the driveway. Come along.”

“Devlin!”

I took tiny scissor-steps and gaped at this madman who wore Devlin’s face as he pushed me through the living room.

“I can’t go outside! I’m half-naked and my bottom’s full of….”

He yanked open the front door and flipped on the porch light. I squirmed and panted but he curled his right arm around my shoulders as we walked the brick path to the driveway. The water inside me fought to get out while I peered up and down the block to see who might be watching. All my neighbors’ lights were on, but I saw no one. Something in Devlin’s hand chirped and the Lincoln’s trunk lid hissed and popped open.

“Devlin!” I whispered as I stared into Mrs. Frazetti’s lighted picture window to make sure she wasn’t staring back at me.

“It’s right there.” He pointed to the carpeted trunk. “Would you get it for me, please?”

I wanted so badly to stomp my foot and scream at him, but I knew neither one was a good idea under the circumstances, so I just glared.

“Now, sweetness.” His voice was like molasses tinged with vinegar. “The longer you defy me, the longer it will be before you get back inside.”

“Devlin, how can you do this to me?”

Shameful tears burned my eyes as I leaned over to grab the briefcase, then I felt cool night air on my bare bottom. Both sets of my cheeks flushed bright red as I clutched the handle with one hand and reached back with the other one to pull the skimpy shirt down over my heinie. Devlin grunted when I swung the leather bag into his chest.

“There! Can we go now?”

He scowled and I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me.

“Yes. Right after I cut a switch from the mulberry bush.”

“Nooo! I … I’m sorry, Devlin! Can we please go inside now? Pleease?”

I sighed with relief when he smiled, put his arm around my shoulder and reached up to close the trunk lid. It sighed and snicked shut as I pulled him toward the front door. My butt muscles throbbed from holding the water in, but I felt warm in spite of the fall night air. Finally we were in the foyer and he was closing the door behind us. I shifted from one foot to the other while water sloshed.

“Now? Now can I? Please?”

He looked at me and squinted. “Can you what, sweetness?”

“Aaagh! Go to the bathroom! What do you think?”

“Well, of course. You don’t need my permission to go to the….”

I screamed several words that I knew he doesn’t like me to use as I ran to the toilet. The enema was less than a pint, but it was in me so long it loosened up everything. I leaned forward to relieve the pressure on my sore bottom, and sat for a very long time. Finally it felt safe to get up. I was just empty, and really hungry, but not for food. I took off the t-shirt and soaked a washcloth with warm water and Yardley’s Lavender Soap. It really felt good on my sore bottom, and even better someplace else, but I must have been kind of loud when I washed there because the next thing I knew Devlin was knocking on the door.

“Sweetheart, are you OK?”

“Yeah! Um. Fine! Sure, uh … it just, um, feels so good when it stops hurting, that’s all.”

“I see. Well, hurry up. We’re not done yet.”

“Devlin! No! How can you even think about…?”

“That mulberry bush is still in the yard, Gwen.”

I chewed my lip for a few seconds, then took a deep breath. “Yes, sir. I’ll be out in a minute.”

Drat that man, anyway! I couldn’t believe he was going to put that thing in me after he dragged me out of the house and embarrassed me nearly to death! But my little ’gina still tingled from a huge orgasm, so it was tough to be mad at anything right then. I knew I’d change my mind as soon as he had me over his lap again, but I didn’t think about it as I patted myself dry down there and enjoyed the little after-shocks. Finally I put the t-shirt on and opened the door. He was lying on the bed in his robe, his back against the headboard, the current Cosmo folded back to the letters section. His eyes lit up when he smiled and my ‘gina got all quivery again.

“Feel better, sweetheart?”

“Uh huh. But you were really mean to make me go out in the yard with the enema in me, and I think that was punishment enough for fibbing.”

His smile disappeared as he threw his legs off the bedside and stood up.

“Oh, you do, do you?”

I took two steps backward and bit my fingertip. I didn’t want to look at him, and I sure didn’t want to look at the hope chest, ’cause that nasty pink plug was on it, sticking straight up. And if that wasn’t bad enough, his briefcase was open on the floor by the bed, and the tip of that huge, horrible black one was sticking out of one of the zipper compartments. Devlin had only showed that one to me once, to scare me, thank God, ’cause the pink one was awful enough!

“Gwendolyn!”

I blinked and looked at him. “Huh? What? Um, sir?”

“Stop gawking and come out of the bathroom.”

“But, Devlin! I don’t want you to….”

“Ordinarily I value you opinion, but you haven’t yet been punished completely for fibbing, so come along.”

He held out his hand and I shook my head. My feet wouldn’t move, and I just wanted to slam the bathroom door in his face, but I really didn’t want to find out what he’d do then, so I just stood there until he came and got me. He didn’t say anything, just leaned over and put his shoulder right up against my ‘gina and picked me right up so I hung over his back with my head down and my tushy pointed at the ceiling. I grabbed the robe belt and wailed ’cause he held my legs and spanked my bare heinie all the way across the room! He wasn’t in any hurry either, and I must have got about thirty really hard smacks with his left hand by the time he dumped me onto the bed!

“You’re not making this any easier on yourself, Gwen.”

It was so true, ’cause riding with his hard shoulder pressed against me down there while he spanked me had lit up that fire again, and all I wanted to do was put my hand on it.

“I … I’m sorry, Devlin. I’ll be a good girl, I promise. I’ll stay real still while you spank me as hard as you want, but please don’t put the plug in me, OK?”

He sighed and shook his head. I whimpered and hugged my knees while he sat on the bedside. He parted the robe and patted his bare thigh.

“Now, Gwendolyn.”

His voice was so soft, so deep, so demanding, I just huffed and crawled across his lap. My hot little lips barely touched his hard leg muscle when a really fierce swat crashed into my fanny.

“Owee!”

“Other side, Gwen. When have I ever spanked you with my left hand?”

“OK! Geeze! I’m sorry,” I said as I scurried around his knees. “I’m trying to be good, Devlin. See? I did what you told me, and … and you can spank me real hard now, huh?”

He smiled and I nearly melted when he bent over to kiss me real softly on the lips while he rubbed by sore tushy.

“I’ll tell you when you’re a good girl. Can you behave if I give you a really hard spanking?”

“Yeah … um, yes, sir. And then you won’t…?”

“Shh. Lie still.”

And I tried! I really, really tried! But he just spanked and spanked and spanked my sore little bottom for like hours. Or maybe like ten minutes, but it just stung like crazy every time his hand landed, and my arms and legs just ached from being still when all I wanted to do was kick and scream and pound on the bed. Well, I did scream. And wail. And cry. But I didn’t move hardly at all, and I was so proud of myself when he finally stopped, and I was sure he wouldn’t do anything else. Sometimes I’m so naïve I amaze myself!

“I … I … I was really g-good, wasn’t I, Devlin?”

“Yes, sweetness.”

He rubbed my achy, stingy, fiery bottom while I sobbed and wiped tears. Then he reached over and got the K-Y Jelly out of the nightstand!

“Devlin, no! You promised!”

“I promised nothing, Gwen. That was mere wishful thinking on your part.”

“But, Devliiin!”

“Hush and spread your legs.”

“Noooo!”

I whined, I whimpered, I gasped, but I did what he said. He just opened my bottom wide and started to smear goop on my little hole. It was so tender, and so sensitive, and I just couldn’t help but kick. Boy, was that ever a mistake, because he whacked me about a dozen times, right in the crack, before he even said anything!

“So much for your being good, Gwendolyn!”

“But I tried, Devlin! I did! You know how much I hate that thing!”

“I know you do, sweetheart. That’s why you have to have it. Now. Can you be good for me?”

“I … I’ll try.”

He pressed his fingertip into my little hole and I wailed.

“No, Gwen. That wasn’t the right answer. Will you be a good girl while I put the plug inside your naughty bottom?”

“Oh, Gaaahd. Yeesss.”

“What?” He pushed the finger in another half inch.

“Yes, sir!”

“Then push up with your knees so you’re spread nice and wide and I can make the little hole all slick and ready, OK?”

“Geeze, Devlin!”

“Excuse me?”

The finger slid all the way in and I gasped as I lifted my fanny for him. “I mean, yes, sir!”

“Better. Just a bit higher. That’s good. Now I can see all the inside of your bottom, and those pretty pink lips, too.”

I didn’t need to look at my face to tell it was bright red! It was so awful when he inspected me like that, and I felt so vulnerable, ’cause I knew I wasn’t going anywhere until he said I could. And what was worse, the more I thought about his finger in my tushy, and his eyes on my ‘gina, the hotter I got!

“D-Devlin?”

“Hm?”

“Could you…? Would you just, um, touch me a little bit? Please?”

His hand twisted around and he chuckled. “You mean, down there?”

“Uh huh. It would make my punishment easier to take. Please?”

I sighed when he leaned over and kissed my right bottom cheek while his finger slid in and out of my rear.

“First of all, sweetheart, it looks to me like somebody already touched herself down there.”

“No! I wouldn’t….”

“Gwendolyn! Don’t say another word! Why are you being punished, young lady?”

“Be … because I fibbed,” I whispered.

“And didn’t you just compound the offense?”

I panicked. “No way! I mean, no sir way! No way, sir! I did! I mean I didn’t! It was an accident! It just….”

“Hush, Gwen,” he said, and slipped his finger out of my hole. “I find it hard to believe you accidentally gave yourself an orgasm, but you most certainly should know by now that your fun comes after your punishment, not during.”

“But, Devlin, it’s been like hours!”

“Which is totally irrelevant and you know it.” He let my cheeks close and I whimpered when he raised his arm. “I think you need another spanking for impertinence.”

“No, God, please, Devlin! I … I’m just blistered! Just … just … Oh, God! Just do it, OK?”

He rubbed my heinie with his right hand while I moaned. His finger was still slick with jelly.

“Do what, sweetheart? What do you want me to do?”

I sobbed and bit my finger. I couldn’t believe he was going to make me say it!

“Put it in,” I whispered.

“What? I couldn’t hear you, Gwen.”

“P-put it in!”

“Put what in where, Gwen?”

My heart pounded like a jackhammer. “In … in my bottom.”

“Put my finger in your bottom? Is that what you meant?”

I nodded and pushed up with my fanny. He shook his head while he rubbed it.

“That’s not what you meant, is it, Gwen? Now stop this foolishness and tell me.”

“Oh, geeeeze! Put the damn plug in my bottom and get it over with! Oweee! Ow! Ow! Ow! Devliiin!”

God, I can be so stupid sometimes! His big, hard hand whacked my soft, sore butt and I didn’t even pretend to be good. I kicked and screamed and thrashed around like a marlin on a boat deck, but he just held me around the waist and whacked my fanny, over and over, like he planned to make a career of the job! It really, really burned, and I almost jerked right off his lap, but then he stopped spanking and started to rub. I cried and sniffled and wiped my nose on my sleeve for almost five minutes while he stroked my pitiful little tushy and made some of the sting go away.

“Gwen?”

“Y-yes, sir?”

“Can you ask me nicely now?”

I only hesitated long enough to take a deep breath, ’cause I knew if I stopped I’d never be able to say it all.

“Would … would you please put the plug in my bottom hole?”

He leaned over and cupped my chin in his hand. Hot, shameful tears drenched our lips while he kissed me.

“That was very good, Gwen. I’ll be happy to.”

I didn’t want to watch him stretch to the end of the bed and pick up the plug off the hope chest. I didn’t want to watch him spread jelly all over the nasty thing. I didn’t want to watch him open my sore cheeks again. And I sure didn’t want to watch him bite his lower lip as he poked the tip right into my anus! But I did, and I hated every second of it! It was so cold! Cold and icky!

My toes curled up and I spread my legs as he slid in the first inch, then the second, then he pulled it out again. The first two inches aren’t too bad, but I really, really hate that third inch, ’cause that’s where the big bulge is. After the bulge, it’s really tiny, with like a flat disk at the end, so your sphincter ring kind of clamps down on the skinny part. Devlin says that’s so naughty girls can’t push out the plug before their punishment is over. All I know is, that bulgy part is major nasty! It’s like twice as big around as Devlin’s finger, and he always stops right when it gets to the fattest part to make sure I really feel how big it is.

“See, sweetheart? That’s not so bad, is it?”

Yeah, like he’d know! But all I said was, “No, sir.”

He went in and out with the first two inches for a long time; long enough for me to get used to it and maybe even enjoy it a little. But I knew what was coming so it was really hard to relax. Except, tell that to my stupid hormones!

“It appears you don’t hate this nearly as much as you claim, sweetness.”

I wailed when he touched my wet, quivery ’gina with his fingertips, then he kept on pumping that first two inches, in and out; fast, then slow; then slower, then fast again. Someplace off in the distance I could feel my scorched fanny cheeks, but all that mattered at the moment was right in between them.

“Mmm, Devlin! That’s so … so….”

“Awful? Heinous? Hideous?”

“Wonderful!”

“Good. Let’s go on then, shall we?”

“Nooo!”

My sphincter clamped tight on the soft rubber.

“Shh. It’s all right, Gwen. Push up your tushy and take deep breaths. Just relax.”

I tried, I really did, but that third inch always makes me squirm. It wasn’t quite as bad this time, but it was still nasty and awful, and I whimpered the whole time he held it right at the fattest part. Then he pulled it out! Not all the way, just down to like the first inch, and he started all over! A couple more in and out, then all the way in to the bulge again! I moaned and quivered and spread my knees even farther apart, but it was still icky when it got to the bulgy part! And he must have done that five or six times. I’m not really sure because after the second time, he put his fingers on my ’gina, not inside or anything, but just kind of cupped it while he did those terrible, unspeakable, absolutely thrilling things to my bottom hole.

When he finally pushed the plug all the way in, my ring hugged it like an old friend. It filled me with warmth, like hot oatmeal in front of the fire on a snowy day. I could feel the pulse in his fingertips as they rested on my vagina. His breath tickled my ear when he leaned over to kiss my neck. A single, hot fingertip slipped between my lower lips and touched the button. I exploded in a shower of red and blue sparks. Soft, bright lightening bolts shot through my body and sprang out the top of my head.

My t-shirt was drenched and I shivered as I clung to Devlin’s neck a thousand years later. I opened my eyes while he cuddled me in his lap and kissed my forehead, my cheeks, my chin, my neck. I sat on his bare thighs, just vaguely aware of the dull ache in my bottom, and not in the least worried about it. I grinned and clamped my lips to his. His tongue tasted of moonlight and oatmeal.

“Don’t you have something to tell me, sweetness?” he said when the kiss finally ended.

I nodded. “I’m very sorry I was a naughty girl and fibbed to you. I’ll never do it again.”

He squeezed me hard and I sighed as we kissed again.

“Then you’re forgiven. Are you hungry?”

“Yeah. I kinda feel like some hot oatmeal. Is that OK?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know why not.”

“I’ll put some clothes on and make it. You want coconut and cinnamon?”

“Yeah. And butter. Lots of butter.”

I turned to stand up, then shrieked and grabbed my fanny with both hands.

“Oh, my God!”

He chuckled. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?”

“You didn’t take it out!”

“No. Did you want me to?”

“For Christ’s sakes of course I….”

Then I just grinned and rubbed my heinie. The sweet little plug jiggled and squirmed inside. Devlin stood up, hugged me, and then patted my sore, satisfied tushy. I squealed and ran to grab a robe on the way to the kitchen.