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When the doorbell rang, I was in a bra and panties on all fours in the kitchen, scrubbing the floor. The young delivery man’s eyes dilated slightly when I opened the door, but all he said was, “Delivery for Krystenah.” The box under his arm was small and square, but I jumped up in excitement. I am a sucker for packages and presents. I took the box in both hands after he told me to have a good one and looked down my body as he turned back toward his truck. I waved as he pulled out of the driveway and then rushed to the kitchen. Inside were three items: a leash, a collar and a plastic black butt plug. I smiled as I picked each item out and lined it up on the kitchen counter. “Oh, Daddy,” I breathed. My pussy had started to gush and I could feel a blush rise up from my cleavage to my throat. In the bottom of the box was a note. It read, “Hello, my slut slave. I am picking you up at 8 tonight. Wear these under your trench coat. I am taking you for your evening walk.” I glanced at the kitchen clock: 7:04. The trenchcoat had arrived two days prior and I had thanked Daddy with an enthusiastic blow job when he had arrived that night. But the weather had been clear and sunny since then and I had only been able to model it inside. It was brown, thigh-length and gorgeous. When Daddy ate his dinner that night, instead of having me kneel naked in front of him, he had had me wear my new present as I ate Küçükköy escort bayan my meal: Daddy’s cock. My pussy twitched at the memory. At 7:30, I took the leash, collar and plug to the dining room. I sat and slathered Vaseline on the soles of my feet before donning my running socks and shoes. I stepped out of my panties, soaked through with arousal, and slipped off my bra, wet at the cups’ edges with sweat from my housecleaning. I attached the collar firmly around my neck and snapped the latch of the leash on the ring. I tugged lightly on the collar until the leash hung between my breasts. It wasn’t just the cool metal between them that made me break out in goose bumps. My nipples tingled in anticipation of Daddy’s sure, strong hand grasping the leash, wrapping it around his hand and tugging the collar. I pressed my fingers into the jar of Vaseline and scooped out a dollop. I ran it over my anus and pressed some inside. I moaned at the sensation and greased up the plug, adding a generous ball of goo at the top. I placed my right foot on the chair and pressed the plug easily inside. The spade-shaped plug had gone in easily in recent days when Daddy had demonstrated (over his knee) how to insert it. Every morning before Daddy left for work, he led me to the living room and had ordered me over his knee. I had thought the first time that he was only Escort Mecidiyeköy going to administer my morning hand spanking, but after he had concluded, and my chest was heaving and my ears were ringing with the smacks that had bounced off the walls and my ass was throbbing, he had held me down and had told me to grasp my ass cheeks and hold them open. Occasionally Daddy ordered me to open for inspection, but I soon realized that he had something new in mind. First he massaged the anus with his fingers. The jolts of electricity made me grind against his leg, but he said, “No,” firmly and I lay still. I felt a thick glob of lube at the opening and the massage resumed. Laying across Daddy’s lap with a throbbing, freshly-spanked ass, holding my ass open had already aroused me almost to the point of delirium, but the feeling as Daddy pressed two fingers inside my most private space threatened to send me over the waterfall. Daddy sensed this, however, and sternly said, “Don’t you dare cum, Slut.” I snapped back into the present moment and relaxed against his touch. I felt the thick, rounded edge of the plug against my anus and relaxed more deeply. I tried to imagine the plug being kissed by my asshole as Daddy slowly and steadily pushed it deeper. I slowed my breathing as he spoke in low, reassuring tones. He twisted the plug as he pushed it in a corkscrew Merter escort motion until he got to the widest part. “Take a deep breath and push as I push, Babygirl. That’s it,” he cooed and the plug found purchase. He tapped the base and little sparks flew from my rectum to my engorged and throbbing clit. “We can finish your spanking now, slut. Let go of those cheeks for Daddy. Good girl.” Daddy’s strokes were slow now and harder than before. I felt his cock bounce under me as I thrashed under his blows. My ass clutched the plug, and I clenched against the spanking, which made Daddy hold me tighter against him and smack me harder. I didn’t know if I was going to break apart into tears or an orgasm when Daddy stopped and sent me to my corner. I was lightheaded and walking was difficult, but I stood there until Daddy joined me. “You’ve given Daddy a hard-on, so I am going to punish you at lunchtime, slave. Stand here for fifteen minutes and then take out the plug. Put it back in the way I showed you and stand here for fifteen minutes before I come back at noon to punish your slutty ass. Understood?” “Yes, Master,” I answered. The plug was becoming uncomfortable, but I did as Master told me, grateful for my assignment. That ritual had been repeated over and over for the next several days. When Daddy arrived at lunchtime, he ordered me to press my hands against the wall as he beat me with his belt, the plug stretching my ass. He lectured me about how much I deserved the belting. Making Daddy hard before work was naughty. When I’m naughty I get Daddy’s belt. It is as simple as that. Daddy’s logic is always sound. Daddy’s key turned in the door just as I was retrieving my trench coat from the closet.