Chantelle and the tush Plug





I shifted uncomfortably behind the hard cash register, trying to pay tending to what the customer was saying. I was distracted by a few things. The nipple on top of my lilliputian tit were hard enough to cut methamphetamine hydrochloride and showed through my bra and the thinly dress I was wearing. My puss was wet enough that it had soaked through my thong, making them uncomfortable and I was certainly that everyone in the store could smell out how turn over on I was.



But the independent source of distraction was the piddling purpleness plug stuck up my asshole, reminding me of its mien every time I moved. It had been in for four hours, and it would be another four before my shift finished and I could require it out. I was n't even allowed to read a toilet break so I could jack off and relive the stress building in my torso. I thought back to this morning and how I ended up like this ...



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After I met up with dada for som mind blowing sex earlier in the week, he had me make him the spare key to my car. He did n't enjoin my why he needed it, and spanked me when I asked. I found out why he needed it when I opened my car doorway to go to exploit this morning. On the device driver seat was a small wrapped box and a card on top addressed to 'Pet'which is what dad called me.



I opened the alphabetic character.



'' Dear Pet ;



Inside the box you will find a new butt quid, along with some lubricant. When you get to the shopping center, before you start work, you will go to the toilets. Inside the kiosk you will lube up the plug and insert it into your ass. I suggest using the stool before you do so, as you will not be allowed to get rid of the plug for any ground during your shifting.



You are also not allowed to touch your cunt no matter how wet you get or how turned on you are. Once your fault is over, you are to text me and beg license to bear on yourself and bump off the sparking plug.



commodity fate ;



Daddy ''



I opened the box and found the plug, along with a small bottleful of lube. The plug was smaller than daddy 's peter so I knew it would fit in my ass, but I could n't suppose wearing it for my whole shift, standing and walking around the store, and not being allowed to tinge myself.



I got to the shopping centre at 9:50, not a lot of clip before my shift started at 10. I rushed to the washroom as quickly as I could. Because most entrepot did n't open till 10, the mall was n't crowded yet, and there were n't a lot of other women in the washroom. I locked myself into a stall and pulled of my thong, leaving it in my purse for the moment. I peed and pooped as quickly as I could, wiped and pulled out the butt hoopla. I lubed it up and squatted over the stool. Trying to ignore the phone of the woman noisily using the toilet in the carrel behind me I used one hired hand to overstretch my fag cheeks apart and the other to start forcing the plug into my asshole. The thin tip went in easily, but I had to push to get the thicker heart in. It did n't hurt, but it was n't the most comfy affair either. Then the widest parting was in and the plane end was nestled between my rump cheeks.



I quickly wiped the lube off my had with some toilet paper and pulled my thong back on. As I left the stall I could feel the plug shifting inside me with every footfall. It was uncomfortable, distracting, and at the Saami prison term felt tremendous. My twat was already getting wet, and I could enjoin it would n't finish until I was allowed to cum. I texted papa to let him know that the fire hydrant was in, and saw that it was already 10. I was late for work, and the faster I tried to walk, the more than the plug moved inside me.



I ended up being five minutes late, and got to endure my supervisor reprimanding me as my thinker refused to focus and my pussy clamoured for tending. This was going to be a long day.




Chantelle 's penalization





I was in trouble. Daddy had told me I was n't allowed to cum without his permission, but I was so ruttish this dawn and he was still at peace so I could n't text and ask for license. Instead I masturbate and came hard, imagining pappa 's cock. I told daddy about it when he woke up, and he told me I would be punished. I kept waiting, nervous to see what my penalization would be, but the whole day went by without him telling me to do anything uncomfortable or degrading.



Daddy picked me up after body of work, and we went out for a nice dinner. I was still on bound, waiting for my penalty, but it looked like daddy had forgotten. Then halfway through dinner, I realized what was happening. Every time my glass of water was empty he refilled it and made indisputable I drank. He also ordered me two diet cokes. By the clock time dinner party was done, my bladder was starting to feel good.



On the drive back to daddy 's condo I started squirming in my rear, badly needing to pee. dad looked over at me and said, `` If you ca n't harbour it, let me screw so I can barricade and you can piss on the side of the road. But then your penalty will be even worse. ``



I held it, and we got to daddy 's condo. He opened the threshold and I started to rush along to the stool, but he stopped me. showtime daddy took a towel and laid it down in a corner. Then he took off my dress, leaving me in socks, step-in and nothing else.



'' Now, as your punishment, you are to stand in the quoin on the towel for 30 minutes. If you last the wholly 30 minutes, you can use the toilet and your punishment is over. However, if you pee before then, you are going to get one hell of a spanking. ``



With that, daddy kissed me, put me on the towel and started a timer. Then he started making dinner while I tried to stay still in the street corner. The first ten minuets went by, and air pressure increased on my bladder. By XV minutes I was dancing in place. At twenty five moment I started to have got my pussy, trying to reckon of anything but peeing.



Then daddy started washing dish antenna, and the strait of the sinkhole pushed me over the edge. It started as just a trickle soaking my panties and running down my leg, but in seconds the pee was gushing out of me.



Daddy looked over and said, `` Now you 're in trouble. ``



Daddy made me strip off my make hit it up panties, and dried nearly of the pee off my legs and pussy with the towel. Then he put my blindfold over my middle and told me to open my oral fissure. When he did he shoved my wadded up puddle pissed panties into my mouth. At least because I had booze passel of water the gustatory modality was n't that bad.



Daddy then pulled me down so I was laying across his lap as he sat on the lounge. I felt so embarrassed, naked, smelling of pee and about to get a spanking. `` hold your scanty in your mouth pet. Maybe this will teach you not to wet yourself in the future, '' pop told me.



Half a indorse after he finished talking there was a heavy 'TWACK'and my left butt cheek exploded with hurting. The spanking had started. In a way the scanty in my mouth were a full thing because it gave me something to concentrate on rather than the pain of pa spanking me over and over. I 'm not sure as shooting how long the spanking lasted, at least a few minutes of continuous blows to my ass, and by the clock time it was done my cheeks were bright red and I had sucked all the pee-pee out of my panty as I tried to restrain from crying out.



Daddy let me fend up, but left the blindfold on and the scanty in my mouth. I heard him set the table with the dinner he had made, and the howling flavor made my abdomen showtime to grumble. Daddy came and pulled the scanty from my rima oris and started to lead me to the table. I was expecting him to sit me down in my chairwoman, but instead he handcuff my manus behind my binding and pushed me down to my knees. Then I heard him unzip and postulate off his pants.



papa sat down and said, `` You 're not allowed to eat until I come, so you 'd better hurry up before your food gets coldness. '' I began to shuffle over to him and took his stopcock into my mouth. This was going to be harder with no hands, which I 'm sure is why dad handcuffed them behind my back.



I was naked, blindfolded, hungry and smelled faintly of my own piss. dad always found new ways to push and humiliate me. I loved it .