I take your temperature.”
A cocktail of desire mixed with trepidation percolated in my belly as I waited for him to confirm what I’d already assumed.
“I’ll be taking it rectally.”
Chapter 3
“Jeans and panties down,” he said, opening the dresser drawer. “Then I want your tummy touching the bed.”
“Is this an exercise in humiliation, or do you really want to know my current body temperature?”
His head swiveled to meet mine. “In this house, you’ll do as you’re told without question, young lady.”
As I lowered my panties, something curiously clenched inside me. “Are you really doing this because I haven’t written any anal scenes in my books?”
“This is only the beginning of your training,” he maintained through a crooked grin. “Now then, would you like to remove your panties, or would you prefer I do it? Because if I need to ask again, this thermometer will be poking out of an extremely sore behind.”
“Can I crawl up onto the bed and take them off after I roll on my belly?” I asked, not wanting him to see my pussy.
His sigh was loud and exaggerated as he extended a hand.
Getting into position on the mattress, I reached back, tugged the cotton panties down my thighs and heard a distinctive snap. It sounded just like a rubber band, and I couldn’t resist turning my head to see what he was doing.
Fuck. It was a latex glove he’d snapped around his wrist.
“Now relax your bottom while I smooth some lubricant around your little puckered hole.”
“Wait a minute. You didn’t say anything about…”
But before my thought ended, his lubricated finger had already rounded my rosebud and as I wiggled nervously, a sharp smack landed on my tender thigh.
“Be still.”
“I’m not an expert in this area, but…”
“Enough!” he scolded, sliding his thick finger into my anus. “Are you in control, or am I?”
A rush of air spilled from my throat as his finger pushed deeper, invading my dark, private space. “Y-You are.”
“What would be the appropriate way to address me at this moment?”
“Y-You are, Daddy.”
“That is correct,” he casually agreed while removing his finger to give my ass a brisk slap. “Now, up on your knees, and I’ll take your temperature.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Oh, but you will,” he assured while helping me get into the humiliating position.
It was obvious he had a clear view of my pussy as he tilted my hips up in the air, but just when I thought it couldn’t get any more embarrassing, he gently tugged on the short hairs that surrounded my bottom hole.
“Hey…”
“I think my little one needs a shave. But that will be taken care of at another time,” he promised nonchalantly, poking the tip of the rigid instrument in and out of my trembling muscle.
“What are you doing?”
“Daddy wants to see if your sweet rosebud quivers when it’s properly teased,” he said, taunting my sensitive rim before sliding the thermometer back into my shivering pucker.
It was bad enough my ass was vibrating but then my damn clit started to shudder, so I slid downward and clenched my cheeks together, in hopes of hiding my arousal.
“Nope,” he scolded, removing the thermometer as his hand landed on my ass. I probably jolted upward from the surprise of being spanked rather than from the actual pain, but before there was any chance of catching my breath, a second smack touched down onto my other cheek. In all honesty, I’m sure he could’ve spanked me harder, but just the embarrassment of him chastising me in that way had my face radiating a blazing heat and my pussy pulsating. “Up on your knees, bad girl. Are you testing your Daddy?”
“N-No.”
“Would you rather have a plug nestled in between these delicate cheeks? Because as I’ve told you, I own a full set, and they’re the prettiest shade of pink, which would currently match your naughty behind.”
I lowered my head, raised my hips back up and swallowed a deep groan.
“Ahh, that’s my good girl.”
As he repeatedly poked my nerve-filled hole with the sturdy instrument, I sucked in a dramatic breath and grabbed the comforter to bury my reddened face. “I can’t believe you’re doing this,” I said, my words muffled by the quilted fabric.
He smacked the lower half of my bottom several times with one hand and held the thermometer still with the other. “Though the daddies you’ve written about were pushovers where their sassy, disobedient little girls were concerned, I am quite the opposite. Are we clear on that?”
I turned and met his unwavering gaze. “Yes, sir.”
“Good. Now touch your wet pussy lips.”
“Dear God. You’re asking me to play with myself?”
“That was not a suggestion, it was an order, and you will do as I ask, or you’ll suffer the consequences.”
As I ran a finger along my slippery slit, John continued teasing my anus with the tip of the thermometer, gently entering and exiting my crimped entrance. And though I had several retorts floating in my head, when your bare ass is tilted upward and someone is poking a thermometer in and out of your bottom hole, you tend to shut the fuck up.
“Mmm-hmmm. Your pussy is pretty slick, eh?”
A hot streak shot up my neck as I nodded.
“Good girl,” he said, pulling my cheek to the side before fully inserting the bulbous end of the instrument. “Now let’s keep this inside you for a bit, and I’ll take it out when it beeps.”
My flushed face fell in disbelief. “You aren’t done yet?”
“Patience, my dear. Patience,” he tenderly whispered. “Daddy’s almost done.”
Closing my eyes, all I could do was will this anal activity to be over. “I-I’m trying to be good. I really am.”
“I know you are, princess,” he noted, twirling the thermometer one more time before it beeped.
“All done?”
“Yep,” he said, removing the rigid instrument before patting my behind. “You can lie quietly on your tummy, while I wipe the thermometer off and check your temperature.”
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