Chantelle and the Butt Plug





I shifted uncomfortably behind the hard cash registry, trying to pay attention to what the client was saying. I was distracted by a few things. The nipples on top of my tiny breasts were hard enough to cut crank and showed through my bra and the slim dress I was wearing. My pussy was wet enough that it had soaked through my thong, making them uncomfortable and I was sure that everyone in the store could smell how turned on I was.



But the main origin of distraction was the picayune purple fire hydrant stuck up my mother fucker, reminding me of its presence every time I moved. It had been in for four 60 minutes, and it would be another four before my shift finished and I could take it out. I was n't even allowed to take a toilet prisonbreak so I could masturbate and live over the tension building in my body. I thought back to this aurora and how I ended up like this ...



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After I met up with dad for som judgement blowing sex earlier in the week, he had me give him the fifth wheel key to my car. He did n't tell my why he needed it, and spanked me when I asked. I found out why he needed it when I opened my car threshold to go to sour this dayspring. On the drivers seat was a small wrapped box and a add-in on top addressed to 'Pet'which is what daddy called me.



I opened the letter.



'' dearest Pet ;



Inside the box you will find a new butt jade, along with some lube. When you get to the mall, before you start figure out, you will go to the commode. Inside the stall you will lube up the plug and slip in it into your ass. I suggest using the toilet before you do so, as you will not be allowed to remove the male plug for any reason during your shift.



You are also not allowed to touch your twat no thing how wet you get or how turned on you are. Once your shimmy is over, you are to text me and beg permission to touch yourself and remove the stopple.



commodity chance ;



Daddy ''



I opened the box and found the spark plug, along with a small bottleful of lube. The stopple was littler than daddy 's prick so I knew it would fit in my ass, but I could n't ideate wearing it for my whole transformation, standing and walking around the store, and not being allowed to touch on myself.



I got to the mall at 9:50, not a lot of time before my sack started at 10. I rushed to the washroom as quickly as I could. Because about stores did n't give till 10, the mall was n't crowded yet, and there were n't a lot of early charwoman in the washroom. I locked myself into a stall and pulled of my thong, leaving it in my purse for the bit. I peed and pooped as quickly as I could, wiped and pulled out the coffin nail wad. I lubed it up and squatted over the potty. Trying to ignore the speech sound of the char noisily using the toilet in the stall behind me I used one hand to pull my rear end cheeks apart and the other to start forcing the fireplug into my asshole. The sparse tip went in easily, but I had to push to get the thicker middle in. It did n't suffer, but it was n't the most comfortable thing either. Then the widest division was in and the flat end was nestled between my butt cheeks.



I quickly wiped the lube off my had with some lavatory paper and pulled my flip-flop back on. As I left the stall I could find the plug shifting inside me with every footstep. It was uncomfortable, distracting, and at the like fourth dimension felt wonderful. My cunt was already getting wet, and I could tell it would n't contain until I was allowed to cum. I texted papa to let him hump that the sparking plug was in, and saw that it was already 10. I was tardy for work, and the faster I tried to take the air, the more the fireplug moved inside me.



I ended up being five minutes lately, and got to endure my supervisory program reprimanding me as my judgement refused to focus and my pussy clamoured for attention. This was going to be a long day.




Chantelle 's Punishment





I was in trouble. Daddy had told me I was n't allowed to cum without his license, but I was so randy this morning and he was still asleep so I could n't text and ask for permission. Instead I masturbate and came hard, imagining daddy 's pecker. 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 penalisation would be, but the unscathed day went by without him telling me to do anything uncomfortable or degrading.



Daddy picked me up after workplace, and we went out for a nice dinner party. I was still on edge, waiting for my punishment, but it looked like papa had forgotten. Then halfway through dinner party, I realized what was happening. Every prison term my glassful of water was empty he refilled it and made sure I drank. He also ordered me two diet nose candy. By the metre dinner party was done, my bladder was starting to feel full.



On the drive back to daddy 's condominium I started squirming in my seat, badly needing to pee. pop looked over at me and said, `` If you ca n't hold it, let me get it on so I can stop 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 door and I started to rush to the toilet, but he stopped me. First daddy took a towel and laid it down in a corner. Then he took off my frock, leaving me in windsock, panties and nothing else.



'' Now, as your penalisation, you are to stand in the recess on the towel for 30 minutes. If you terminal the whole 30 minutes, you can use the stool and your penalty is over. However, if you pee before then, you are going to get one hell of a spanking. ``



With that, pappa kissed me, put me on the towel and started a timer. Then he started making dinner while I tried to stay still in the recess. The first ten minuets went by, and pressure increased on my bladder. By fifteen minutes I was dancing in place. At XX five transactions I started to hold my puss, trying to intend of anything but peeing.



Then daddy started washing dishes, and the speech sound of the sink pushed me over the edge. It started as just a drip soaking my panty and running down my leg, but in seconds the pee was gushing out of me.



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



daddy made me disinvest off my piss smashed panties, and dried most of the pee off my peg and pussy with the towel. Then he put my blindfold over my eyes and told me to spread out my sass. When he did he shoved my wadded up piss soaked scanty into my mouth. At least because I had drink in lots of water the taste was n't that bad.



pa then pulled me down so I was laying across his lap as he sat on the lounge. I felt so stymy, naked, smelling of pee and about to get a spanking. `` Keep your panties in your rima oris pet. Maybe this will teach you not to wet yourself in the time to come, '' pa told me.



one-half a second after he finished talking there was a peachy 'TWACK'and my left butt cheek exploded with bother. The spanking had started. In a way the panties in my oral fissure were a good affair because it gave me something to contract on rather than the painful sensation of pappa spanking me over and over. I 'm not sure how long the spanking lasted, at least a few minute of continuous blows to my ass, and by the time it was done my face were bright red and I had sucked all the piss out of my panty as I tried to keep from crying out.



pa let me stand up, but left the blindfold on and the pantie in my mouth. I heard him set the tabular array with the dinner he had made, and the wonderful smells made my stomach offset to growl. Daddy came and pulled the panties from my mouth and started to conduct me to the table. I was expecting him to sit me down in my chair, but instead he manacle my hands behind my dorsum and pushed me down to my knees. Then I heard him unzip and shoot off his pants.



pop sat down and said, `` You 're not allowed to eat until I come, so you 'd better hurry up before your solid food gets cold. '' I began to ruffle over to him and took his rooster into my sassing. This was going to be harder with no hands, which I 'm indisputable is why dad handcuffed them behind my spine.



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