plugged with this, until
I tell you to move."
Jane whimpered, unable to summon the strength
to protest.
He pressed her across the bed, tucking pillows
under her hips, and lifted the shift away from her bottom. She buried her face
in her hands as he pried her quaking cheeks apart and gently pressed the large
bulb to her clenched pucker.
"I suggest you relax. It only irritates
more when you squeeze," he commented, working the juicy root through the
resistant pathway and lodging it in place. The wide base locked the plug within
her, pressing against the sensitive inner tissue of her rectum. A high-pitched
squeal rose within a few seconds as the juicy plug began to work its magic,
filling her bottom with a deep, hot sensation that extended beyond
uncomfortable.
"It burns, Papa! It burns! Please take it
out."
"No. You will lie here on your tummy with
the ginger in place until I tell you to move. If it comes out, I will take the
strap to you again. Do you hear me?"
"Yes, sir," she sniveled, hugging the
pillow to her chest. Would this day ever end?
Twenty minutes later, Philip returned and eased
the plug from her throbbing bottom. He sat down next to her on the bed and
stroked her back.
"Your nanny will be here to help you bathe
and dress. Be a good girl and do not give her any problems. She is under
instruction to take a switch to your bottom if you cause her problems."
"A nanny? Papa, I'm too old—"
"If you are young enough to be spanked
then you are young enough to need a caregiver. I did warn you. You will not be
out of sight for any reason. You will have to earn your freedom, darling. I
will be downstairs in the study. Behave yourself, please." He kissed her
on the back of the head, patted her hot backside, and left the room.
The girl sniffed, wiping her face with the back
of her hand. The way in which Philip had ended the punishment spoke volumes to
her. It was indifferent, almost businesslike, and lacked the warm aftercare
that he typically demonstrated after such an event. Her heart sank. She truly
had angered and disappointed him this time. She turned her glazed eyes to the
sound of the door opening.
"Usha?"
"Yes, little Jane. It is I. No, stay where
you are. I want to see the damage your papa has inflicted upon your
bottom."
"This is so shameful." Jane hid her
face. "Please spare me."
"I shall not. I am to be here until our
husbands declare it is time to go. I am to look after you as though you were a
school-aged child, teach you manners, grace and eloquence, and instruct you in
exercises of the body, mind and spirit. I am having a bath readied for you and
afterwards, we will discuss what is expected of you."
"I'm so sorry for my foolishness. Will
Philip ever forgive me?"
"His heart is in pain right now. It hurts
him when you misbehave and he has to punish you. Men are very delicate that
way," Usha explained, stroking Jane's hair. "Time will heal him,
daughter. Have no fear. Now, let us get you bathed and dressed. You are
scheduled to attend to your papa in his study when he calls for you."
"Is he going to spank me again?" Jane
asked nervously. She noticed Usha's confusion, and explained. "He
frequently took me to his study when I was a child—for punishment. It has
never been a place I enjoy being summoned or led to."
"It is his right to spank you whenever he
desires. He needs no reason or purpose, other than for his own enjoyment.
Therefore, the question of whether he intends to do so, or not, is moot."
"Are you saying that he can spank me with
no cause?"
"He is your husband."
Jane blinked through swollen eyelids. "To
punish without cause is barbaric! Philip might be strict, but he is not an
animal."
"And yet you asked me the question if he
can spank you without cause. The answer is yes, he can. It is also no, he will
not punish you."
"There is no difference," the girl
pouted.
"That is not true. Punishment requires a
misdeed. Discipline requires a purpose at hand. And spanking," Usha
shrugged,
I tell you to move."
Jane whimpered, unable to summon the strength
to protest.
He pressed her across the bed, tucking pillows
under her hips, and lifted the shift away from her bottom. She buried her face
in her hands as he pried her quaking cheeks apart and gently pressed the large
bulb to her clenched pucker.
"I suggest you relax. It only irritates
more when you squeeze," he commented, working the juicy root through the
resistant pathway and lodging it in place. The wide base locked the plug within
her, pressing against the sensitive inner tissue of her rectum. A high-pitched
squeal rose within a few seconds as the juicy plug began to work its magic,
filling her bottom with a deep, hot sensation that extended beyond
uncomfortable.
"It burns, Papa! It burns! Please take it
out."
"No. You will lie here on your tummy with
the ginger in place until I tell you to move. If it comes out, I will take the
strap to you again. Do you hear me?"
"Yes, sir," she sniveled, hugging the
pillow to her chest. Would this day ever end?
Twenty minutes later, Philip returned and eased
the plug from her throbbing bottom. He sat down next to her on the bed and
stroked her back.
"Your nanny will be here to help you bathe
and dress. Be a good girl and do not give her any problems. She is under
instruction to take a switch to your bottom if you cause her problems."
"A nanny? Papa, I'm too old—"
"If you are young enough to be spanked
then you are young enough to need a caregiver. I did warn you. You will not be
out of sight for any reason. You will have to earn your freedom, darling. I
will be downstairs in the study. Behave yourself, please." He kissed her
on the back of the head, patted her hot backside, and left the room.
The girl sniffed, wiping her face with the back
of her hand. The way in which Philip had ended the punishment spoke volumes to
her. It was indifferent, almost businesslike, and lacked the warm aftercare
that he typically demonstrated after such an event. Her heart sank. She truly
had angered and disappointed him this time. She turned her glazed eyes to the
sound of the door opening.
"Usha?"
"Yes, little Jane. It is I. No, stay where
you are. I want to see the damage your papa has inflicted upon your
bottom."
"This is so shameful." Jane hid her
face. "Please spare me."
"I shall not. I am to be here until our
husbands declare it is time to go. I am to look after you as though you were a
school-aged child, teach you manners, grace and eloquence, and instruct you in
exercises of the body, mind and spirit. I am having a bath readied for you and
afterwards, we will discuss what is expected of you."
"I'm so sorry for my foolishness. Will
Philip ever forgive me?"
"His heart is in pain right now. It hurts
him when you misbehave and he has to punish you. Men are very delicate that
way," Usha explained, stroking Jane's hair. "Time will heal him,
daughter. Have no fear. Now, let us get you bathed and dressed. You are
scheduled to attend to your papa in his study when he calls for you."
"Is he going to spank me again?" Jane
asked nervously. She noticed Usha's confusion, and explained. "He
frequently took me to his study when I was a child—for punishment. It has
never been a place I enjoy being summoned or led to."
"It is his right to spank you whenever he
desires. He needs no reason or purpose, other than for his own enjoyment.
Therefore, the question of whether he intends to do so, or not, is moot."
"Are you saying that he can spank me with
no cause?"
"He is your husband."
Jane blinked through swollen eyelids. "To
punish without cause is barbaric! Philip might be strict, but he is not an
animal."
"And yet you asked me the question if he
can spank you without cause. The answer is yes, he can. It is also no, he will
not punish you."
"There is no difference," the girl
pouted.
"That is not true. Punishment requires a
misdeed. Discipline requires a purpose at hand. And spanking," Usha
shrugged,
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