Jessica's Cowboy Daddy

“Jessica Diana Barker, as I live and breathe.”

Jessica stopped in the middle of folding a box for donuts and turned her gaze to the doorway of Barker’s Bakery. Of all the things she’d expected to happen today, this was not at the top of her list. It wasn’t even on her list for today, or any other day of this week, or month, or year, really.

“Mrs. Dobbs,” she said, her voice soft.

“Excuse me, but I’m in a hurry.” Jessica turned her attention back to the woman standing across the counter from her.

“I’m so sorry, Mrs. Cunningham.” She finished folding the box. “A dozen glazed, and a dozen chocolate frosted, right?”

“Exactly.” Mrs. Cunningham beamed, then dug into her purse.

Jessica folded another box, then filled them both. She took Mrs. Cunningham’s money, then hurried across the bakery floor to let her out. It was the least she could do after making her wait. Mrs. Cunningham came in twice a week to pick up donuts for the bank workers. Once a month, Jessica gave them to her for free.

She kept her hand on the door, knowing Mrs. Dobbs was just inches away from her. Deep breath, deep breath, she said to herself before she turned to her once-future mother-in-law.

“How can I help you? Donuts? They’re fresh.”

Mrs. Dobbs—who had never said call me Matilda please, even when Jessica was engaged to her son—stared at her.

“You miserable little witch,” she finally said. “Do you realize how my son suffered because of you?”

“If I remember you like chocolate.” Jessica crossed the room and started to fold another box. “A dozen, on the house.” Anything to get you out of here, Jessica thought as she used the tongs to fill the box. When it was full she folded down the lid and pushed it across the counter. “Good day, Mrs. Dobbs.”

“You can’t get rid of me that easy, not after how you hurt my son.”

“He’s a grown man,” Jessica said. “If he has a problem with how I ended our relationship he can come see me. It’s not as if I’m hiding. After all, the private investigator he hired came in just a week ago. Which is why you’re here, of course. Or did you hire the PI?”

“Grant does not know I’m here,” Mrs. Dobbs said. “You owe him.”

“I owe him nothing,” Jessica said.

“You owe him the ring he gave you when you promised to marry him,” Mrs. Dobbs said.

Jessica glanced around. There were no other customers at this point, and the two women who worked for her three days a week were in the back, making cookies, or dough to put in the freezer. Jessica had worked hard to keep her past quiet, and she intended to keep it that way.

“If you are talking about the engagement ring, I gave it back to Grant the night I broke off our engagement.”

“He says differently,” Mrs. Dobbs said. “That ring belonged to my grandmother, and I will not let a bitch like you keep it. You embarrassed us.”

“Couldn’t hold your head up at a Friday night football game?” Jessica shook her head. “I gave the ring to Grant. I don’t care what he told you.”

“Of the two of you, you’ve been the proven liar, so I will trust my son,” Mrs. Dobbs said. “Get me the ring. Now.”

“I can’t give you something I don’t have,” Jessica said.

“You sold it? Did you use the money to buy this place?”

Jessica took a deep breath before she said, “I can’t sell something I don’t have. The night I broke up with Grant I gave him the ring. I can’t say it any plainer than that.”

“You’re lying,” Mrs. Grant said.

“You can think what you what, I don’t give a damn.” She pushed the donuts toward her unwelcome visitor. “Take them and get out, and don’t come back.”

“Like I would eat anything you made,” Mrs. Dobbs said. “I will give you twenty-four hours, which means I will be back tomorrow. Bring the ring.”

It wouldn’t do her any good to continue to deny it, because no matter what she said, Jessica knew Mrs. Dobbs would never believe her.

“Come in here again and I will call the constable to escort you out,” Jessica said. The door dinged and Joe Mangle from the hardware store came in. He was here for his usual Monday morning purchase, which Jessica had already packed up and set aside.

“Joe,” she said, thankful for his arrival. Mrs. Dobbs might be a witch, but she was ever conscious of how people viewed her. She would not make a scene, even in front of people she did not know. “You have a nice day, Mrs. Dobbs. Enjoy your pastries.” Jessica pushed the box toward her one more time. The look Mrs. Dobbs gave her could have melted butter. The older woman relaxed her face, grabbed the box and turned toward the entrance.

“Ma’am,” Joe said as he opened the door for her. She went out and Joe winked at Jessica. “Not the most friendly of sorts, is she?”

“Seems not,” Jessica said as she went to get his order. “Three dozen cookies and a dozen donuts,” she said. “I’ll put it your bill.”

“And we’ll enjoy every bite, I’m sure,” Joe said. “Have a great Monday.”

He left and Jessica surveyed the case. She still had several dozen donuts left, so there was no need to make more. Even the nine o’clock coffee klatch of retired old men would not eat her out of them.

She opened the door to the back and asked, “How’s it going?”

Natalie and Lizbeth were singing along to some hip-hop song Jessica didn’t recognize. They moved their arms up and down in time to the music and nodded. Jessica laughed and shut the door. The shop was empty, for now. It was her chance to let her nerves take over for a few moments.

At the coffee stand she picked out a mug, doctored it with flavored creamer, then filled it with dark roast coffee. She picked out a table near the windows. She sat down, drank her coffee as if it were water, then got up and refilled her mug. While she was up she loaded a plate with three chocolate glazed donuts. Once in her seat she wolfed down one donut and finished half the mug of coffee. Her throat burned from the warm liquid, but she kept eating and drinking.

She was halfway through her third donut when Hawk’s truck zoomed by on the highway. Hawk Coleman, her lover and Daddy Dom. He’d been her lover for seven months now, and she loved every moment of it, mostly because he didn’t push her for permanency.

How he’d read her as a Little he didn’t say, but she was forever grateful that he did. She closed her eyes and remembered the first time he’d said, “Are you a naughty Little girl? Do you need spanked?” Her mouth had dropped open and she’d nodded. Then he’d taken her over his knee and reddened her bottom until she was screaming for mercy. Then he’d bent her over the stainless-steel counter in the back and fucked her until her eyes crossed.

Jessica closed her eyes, and she swore she could still feel his cock inside her, pounding away until her body turned to jelly; still hear his voice as he ordered her to hold back, to come only when he said she could. Over the last seven months he’d claimed every hole in her body, and she gladly took his guidance and instruction. He was her Daddy, and she was his sweet pea.

She’d told him very little of her former life, and one of the things she loved was he didn’t question her. He didn’t ask where she’d lived before, about her family, or former lovers. He was the town constable, so she knew about his life. He and his five brothers ran a rescue ranch for horses. Everyone in town knew that. What they might not know was the Coleman brothers also ran a rescue for abused women. They had six cabins further down on the ranch where women came and went, depending on their situation.

Holt had met his future wife, Aurora, when she’d taken a job as den mother to take care of the cabins and the ladies and their children. They would be married soon, and Jessica had been tasked with making their wedding cake. As a matter of fact, they had a cake tasting appointment scheduled for four this coming Friday, after the bakery had closed for the day. Jessica was going to make three cakes a day until then. That was supposed to be the most stressful thing she did that week.

Now she had to worry about Mrs. Dobbs.

Why was she here now? Jessica had left Filmore nine months ago. She’d lived in Amarillo for a few months before she’d bought the building in Bookman Springs and opened her bakery. She’d selected it because it was a small town, off the main highway, and there was less chance of anyone dropping by and finding her.

Until today.

She thought back over the last few weeks to see if she could place the private detective who had tracked her down. In a town the size of Bookman Springs most of her customers were regulars. Some were those stopping to head to area lakes, or parks, to enjoy the beautiful countryside. But no one stood out. Had it been a man or a woman? Who knew, and she wondered why she was dwelling on it. It really didn’t matter. Nor did it really matter that Mrs. Dobbs had found her. She didn’t have the woman’s ring. If Grant had lied to her about it that was not Jessica’s fault.

She finished the last of her donuts, drained her coffee cup and looked back out the window. Two cars pulled into the parking lot, and she recognized two of her retired regulars as they got out of their cars and slapped each other on the back in greeting. Jessica would like to have a female friend like that, someone she could trust and meet for coffee every day.

Of course she had a job, so meeting every day would be out of the question. Unless that friend came to Barker’s Bakery. Maybe Aurora could be that person. It would be fun, but who knew if it would happen.

As the men started toward the building, Hawk’s vehicle sped down the street going the opposite direction from the first time she’d seen him. His lights were not on, so he was obviously not racing to an emergency; and he wasn’t trying to pull someone over and give them a ticket. Was he driving by to check up on her? The thought actually made her smile.

“Morning Ms. Barker. The usual, please.”

Jessica smiled at Jimmy Dickson as he came inside, with Frank Hanks right on his tail.

“Gentlemen,” Jessica said as she stood. She picked up her used dishes and put them in the tub near the kitchen door. “I made banana bread today, with chocolate chips. Are you sure you want the usual?”

Both men groaned, and Jessica laughed. She filled two cups with black coffee and delivered them to their table. “You want that bread warmed up, or cold?”

“Warm with lots of butter,” Jimmy said. “Real butter.”

“Do I serve anything else?” she asked with a laugh.

Back behind the counter she cut two huge slabs of bread, smothered them with butter, and placed them in the microwave. She opened the microwave door after the dinger went off, and a delicious smell of bananas and chocolate chips wafted out. It was strong enough that both of her customers murmured their approval.

She’d just delivered their treats when the front door opened and Hawk walked in. Her insides turned to jelly at the sight of him. He wore tight jeans and a tan shirt with his name embroidered above the left pocket. His utility belt, his service pistol hanging to the right, outlined his strong hips. She couldn’t see them, but in the back was a pair of handcuffs, ones she’d worn several times while they were playing. His cowboy hat completed the outfit and made her want to swoon.

“All right, nobody move,” he said. “I hear you’re dealing drugs out of this place.”

“She sure is,” Jimmy said around a mouthful of food. “This banana bread has produced a high unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Delicious.”

“I knew it!” Hawk said. He put his hands on his hips in his cop stance, his legs slightly spread. “I’m going to have to get a search warrant for this place.”

Jessica fastened her gaze on his crotch, and thought about the cock sitting behind the jeans. She licked her lips and thought about those handcuffs, how he loved to secure her hands behind her back, force her to her knees and stuff his hard dick down her throat. She could use a scene like that right now. Part of her didn’t care who watched. She just needed relief after her run-in with Mrs. Dobbs.

Her nipples hardened and juices gathered in her pussy.

She cleared her throat. “How about a bribe instead of a search warrant? Coffee and bread.”

“Hurry up before I change my mind,” he said.

The retirees laughed. She knew everyone in town was aware she and Hawk were screwing. Well, she knew now. Weeks ago she’d thought they were so clever, but Hawk’s brother Holt had told him otherwise. So they openly flirted, just like they were doing now.

Hawk sat down at the counter. He took off his hat and put it on the stool next to him. She wanted so much to drop down in front of him. Either that or sit on his lap and let him comfort her. It was a hard choice. In lieu of sex she filled a coffee mug for him and cut him a slab of bread, which she then warmed up. After he’d taken the first bite she smiled, because he groaned in appreciation.

“Delectable,” he said, and her nipples tightened even more. That was the word he’d used just last night when he had her tied to the bed and he’d licked, then bit, her clit. He was the only man she’d ever been with who knew there were two sides to her; the one who wanted to be treated roughly by a lover who took a riding crop to her ass and thighs, then shoved his dick up her butt, calling her his little whore while he rode her, and the one who wanted a tender, loving Daddy Dom who treated her with the upmost care.

She’d found that man in Hawk. To her it was a miracle. She was thirty-one years old, and she finally had a lover she could count on. Warmth spread through her, and then she thought of Mrs. Dobbs and her threat from that morning. Should she tell Hawk? She didn’t see why. It was not his problem, it was hers. She would just have to be firmer with the woman tomorrow, convince her about the ring.

There was a part of her that wanted to call Grant and ask him why he was lying to his mother. Was it legal to record the conversation? The she could play it back for Mrs. Dobbs. She could ask Hawk if she could do it legally, but that would mean letting him know about the entire situation, and she wasn’t too thrilled with that idea.

For now she would keep it secret. If Mrs. Dobbs didn’t take no for an answer when she came back, then Jessica would consider asking Hawk for help, which wasn’t something she did very often, unless it was part of a Daddy/Little scene.

“You okay?” His voice was low.

Jessica looked over to where the retirees sat. She was surprised there were only two of them today. Usually there were four or five.

“Where’s everyone else?” she asked the retirees, ignoring Hawk’s question.

“Marty had a doctor’s appointment in Amarillo, and Steve went with him,” Jimmy said. “Bond should be here in a bit. Can I have another slice of bread?”

“Me, too,” Frank called out.

“Coming up.” Jessica set about filling their order. She could feel Hawk’s gaze on her as she worked. “You want one, too, Hawk?”

“Gotta watch my girlish figure,” he said, patting his stomach. “Austin is making lasagna with all the fixings tonight. I’m supposed to invite you. Holt and Aurora are back from their trip, and they’re moving into the house today. It’s sort of a celebration to welcome them.”

“Holt’s lived there all his life, right?” Jessica asked.

“But he’s moving into our parents’ rooms today,” Hawk said. “Changing of the guard, so to speak.”

Jessica knew the Coleman parents traveled the country in an RV and weren’t home very often.

“Can I bring dessert?” she asked.

“Austin knew you would ask, and he said to tell you thanks, but he’s doing it all.”

Hawk drained his coffee and stood up. He put on his hat and winked at her. “I’ll pick you up around six. Dinner is at seven.”

That would give them an hour to screw, she knew. She nodded ever so slowly. The phone rang and she answered it as Hawk walked over to the retirees’ table. Bond walked in as Jessica started to take an order from the person who had called. They all laughed and Hawk went to the door she nodded to him as he exited. He winked at her, and her body caught fire.

Six o’clock couldn’t come soon enough.

Hawk walked into his brother’s office, happy to see Holt sitting behind his desk, poking at the keyboard and growling.

“Problem?” Hawk asked as he plopped down in his usual chair. He stretched out his legs and put them on the desk, crossing his boots at the ankle. He took off his hat and placed it, crown side up, on the spare chair next to him.

“How many times have I asked you not to do that?” Holt asked. “My desk is not your personal footrest.”

“Up yours.” He looked around. “We need to get a bell so we can summon Austin to bring us some tea. I’m thirsty.”

“Austin is not our servant, he’s our brother,” Holt said.

“I don’t understand why he can’t be both.” Hawk laughed as he stood. “Be right back.”

He went to the kitchen where he fixed two glasses of sweet tea. After that he located a pitcher and filled it. He was very thirsty. He put it on a tray, then added bags of potato chips. He stared at it, then looked at the clock. It was almost noon, and despite the fact he’d just eaten banana bread he made a bunch of ham and cheese sandwiches and added them to the haul.

Once he was in Holt’s office he set it on the table near the sofa and sat down.

“Took you long enough,” Holt said.

“I brought lunch,” Hawk said. “Where’s Aurora?”

“Down at the cabins helping Becky with the transition.” Holt came and sat down next to his brother. They started to eat, wolfing down sandwiches and drinking copious amounts of tea. When the tray was almost empty, Holt asked, “What’s on your mind?”

“I’m thinking of asking Jessica to move in with me.”

Holt coughed, and Hawk laughed. “Shocked you, did I?”

“Somewhat, yes,” Holt said. “Is your room big enough for the two of you?”

Hawk considered his words. The six brothers, Holt, Hawk, Reed, Kyle, Wyatt, and Austin, all lived in the huge house their parents had built. Now that the elder Colemans were traveling the country, they had offered Holt, and his future wife, Aurora, their set of rooms, a bedroom, sitting room, and bathroom, on one end of the house. The brothers all had bedrooms upstairs.

“I’m not thinking about living here,” Hawk said. “The Spellman farmhouse outside town is empty, and from the gossip I’ve heard, they want to sell it. They’re already living in Amarillo.”

“It’s a nice ranch house,” Holt said. He took a drink from his tea and after he’d swallowed he said, “Enough room for kids.”

“Let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves.” Hawk snatched the last sandwich. “I haven’t asked her yet.”

“Do you love her?” Holt asked.

“I do,” Hawk said. “I have to admit there is a part of me that worries it’s just about the great sex.”

“If it is, moving in together is not the way to find out,” Holt said. “You need to figure it out first.”

“Thanks, Dad.” Hawk surveyed the tray. Why hadn’t he brought something sweet? Because you just had something sweet, he said to himself. “You hardly know Aurora, yet you’re marrying her.”

“I love her, and she loves me,” Holt said. “If you can’t say you love Jessica for more than the sex, you need to wait and discover the truth.”

Hawk knew he was right, but he didn’t want to hear it. He hated spending time with Jessica, then having to get up and come home. He wanted to spend all his free time with her. He wanted to fall asleep next to her all the time and wake up with her spooned up to him.

He loved the way she looked. He loved the way she smelled. He loved the way she laughed. He loved the way she thought. He loved everything about her. But did she feel the same way about him? They’d never professed their love, even though they’d been together for almost a year. He’d been attracted to her when she’d first moved to Bookman Springs. It hadn’t been too long after he’d met her that he’d claimed her, first as a Dom, then as her Daddy. Now he was both.

“I want to be with her forever,” Hawk said.

“Figure out if she wants the same,” Holt said. “It takes two to Tango, as they say.”

“Screw you,” Hawk said, and they both laughed. Holt wasn’t only his big brother, he was his best friend. They talked about everything, and in this case Hawk knew Holt was right. But he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to bring the subject up with Jessica and not scare her away. Sometimes she seemed skittish; sometimes she acted as if she wanted to be alone instead of with him.

At first he thought it was just part of her personality, but what if she didn’t want to be with him forever? He wasn’t sure how he would take that. But if she turned him down when it came to living together, he would find out.

“Is she coming to dinner?”

“She is,” Hawk said. “I’m going to go pick her up later.”

Holt snickered. “In other words you’re going to go nail her as a pre-dinner treat.”

“Call it what you want,” Hawk said. “I’m going to get laid, and then eat.”

He stood and went to the desk. He picked up his hat from the chair and put it on.

“I gotta go back to work,” he said.

“Have fun writing speeding tickets,” Holt said. “Take the trash to the kitchen, will you? I have paperwork to catch up on.”

Hawk picked up the tray and carried it out, calling out, “See ya,” to his brother, who replied in kind.

After he’d placed the dishes in the dishwasher he fixed himself a to-go cup of tea, then went to his truck. He hated writing speeding tickets, and the citizens of Bookman Springs knew it. Most of them obeyed the laws, but there were a few he had to stop, repeatedly. He gave out as many warnings as he could, but when those people didn’t get the hint, he had to start writing actual tickets, which would put points on their licenses and jack up their insurance costs. Many times his days consisted of helping the older people in town with errands, delivering legal papers, or just meeting with people to make sure they knew he was there to help if they needed them.

He pulled out onto the road and drove down Main. Jessica’s bakery was just to the left, and as he drove by he saw she had quite a crowd, more than she usually had on a Monday. He recognized some of the cars as belonging to high school kids, and he glanced at the clock on his dash. It was just after twelve, which meant a lot of them were there getting goodies. Jessica didn’t sell sandwiches, although she’d thought about changing that. If she did, though, he knew she’d receive blowback from the café. Or maybe it would be a good thing, since the café was always so busy at lunch it was hard for some of the kids to get their meal and make it back to school before the bell rang.

If he talked to Tanker, the owner of the café, about it would it upset Jessica? Or would she be happy he was putting out feelers? He pushed the idea aside. Before he did anything like that he would talk to her first; he would not go behind her back. He started making mental notes about the good things that would come from the change when a car zoomed by him.

One check of the built-in radar on his dash showed the vehicle going 49 in a 30, and it was headed toward the school zone. Hawk threw the switch to turn on his light bar and took off in pursuit. Maybe his afternoon wouldn’t be boring after all.

***

Jessica whipped the spatula around the top of the cake, made sure the swirl was perfect, then stood back. “Voila!” she said. It looked incredible. A red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting. Simple, but it was one of Holt’s favorites. She knew that because Hawk had told her. The other two cakes she’d made for the tasting were Italian Wedding Cake, and just a plain chocolate cake with chocolate icing. That one, she thought, might be good for the groom’s cake. Or he might want the chocolate and the red velvet cake.

It was not an easy decision, and Jessica wondered if nine cakes would be enough for the tasting.

“Smells delicious in here.”

She turned to see Hawk standing in the doorway. He still wore his uniform, and, as always, it made her mouth water. He moved into the room, took off his hat and put it on the table. At that point she saw he had a paper sack in his hand.

“Bare your ass and bend over the table.”

Jessica checked to make sure the oven was off, then hurried to follow his orders. She’d hoped for sex before dinner, but she’d expected a little foreplay first. Her jeans and panties were down to her ankles, because she hoped he would fuck her. It would not be the first time he’d taken her on this table.

“I did a lousy job last night,” he said. “There’s hardly any welts on your ass.”

“It felt wonderful, Sir.”

“Well, after we’re back here I’m going to have to break out the crop again. Your thighs are bare. I want to see welts on them.”

Warmth spread through her. If there was one thing she loved, it was feeling Hawk mark her ass with his riding crop. She turned to look at him over her shoulder and he slapped her ass.

“Eyes front.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said. She focused on the wall, the space she always looked at when he had her in this position, which was not as often as she’d like. It seemed that usually they went to the bedroom. The crinkling of the paper bag made Jessica jerk her head in Hawk’s direction.

“What did I just say?”

“Sorry, Sir.” She turned her head back to the wall, fighting the urge to see what he was pulling from the sack.

“What’s my number one rule?” he asked, and Jessica felt her stomach drop.

“To remain quiet during a punishment.” She turned to watch him, as she was sure he knew she would. She wasn’t very good at obeying sometimes.

He held a butt plug in his hand, a larger one with four bulbs on it.

“Sir, please no.”

“But I want to go through dinner watching you squirm in your seat.” He held up a bottle of lube. He’d obviously already taken off the cap. She watched as he coated the plug. Then he walked to where she waited. Jessica turned her head back to the wall. The cold lube trickled between her cheeks and over her anus.

“Cold,” she whispered.

“Then let’s warm it up.” He pressed the tip of the plug against her anus, and waited.

Jessica knew what he expected, but there was a part of her that wondered if she didn’t follow the rules tonight if he might not make her wear it. So she waited, and didn’t say anything.

“Cat got your tongue?” he asked.

“No, Sir,” she said.

“Someone doesn’t want to play,” he said.

The disappointment in his voice was apparent, and it made her feel bad. But they’d promised at the first of their relationship to be honest with each other, and that was what she was doing. Although he was in charge, she’d hoped for something different tonight. But he was, as she’d thought earlier, in charge. He was the Master. She was the submissive.

“Forgive me, Sir,” she said. Jessica kept her gaze on the wall. She imagined him behind her, deciding what to do. He didn’t acknowledge her apology, and she gave it again.

“Position,” he said, and her heart dropped to her knees. Jessica scurried to the floor. She heard him undoing his belt. She got down on all fours, her head down on the hard tile.

“How many?” he asked.

“How ever many Sir desires,” she said. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him standing there, his doubled-over belt clutched in his hand.

“We’ll go until your ass is crimson.” Even though this was a punishment spanking he started slow, the first few strikes making more noise than pain as the leather struck her upturned ass. But then it increased, the strikes making her wince and want to roll away. Tears rolled from her eyes and she started to count. Ten, twenty, thirty. On the thirty-first one he struck her thighs, hitting them harder than he’d hit her ass. When he got to sixty she groaned, and he stopped. It was sort of an unwritten rule between them.

She saw him set the belt on the table. Her ass and thighs throbbed, and to her horror he picked up the plug. He coated it with lube before he came and knelt beside her.

“Spread.”

Jessica put her hands on her pounding bottom cheeks and pulled them apart. He put the plug on her anus and waited.

“Fill me, Sir,” she said. “Claim my ass with your toy.”

She grimaced as he pressed it into her, first one bulb then the next. Hawk stopped, and Jessica sobbed a little. She didn’t particularly care to be fucked up the ass, but Hawk loved it. One time he’d fucked her up the ass, then added a small vibrator to the mix, pushing it into her butt alongside his dick. She’d cried out in pain, until he’d turned it on, and she’d come so hard she thought she would die. He’d come at the same time, and although it had set her nerves on fire, she was thrilled he’d never done it again. Still, she knew what had to happen now.

“Fill me, Sir,” she whispered.

He pulled the plug out all the way, then pushed it back in, this time past the third bulb. How many had there been? He owned an extremely large plug that had six on it, and she hated that thing. He waited once more.

Damn him.

“Please, Sir, fill me.” She waited, and he didn’t move, embarrassment surged through her. She hated to beg. He loved to hear it.

“Sir, I am so, so, sorry for disobeying you. Please forgive me. Please, Sir, claim my butt, make it yours.” When he didn’t move she repeated the words, adding moans and soft cries. She hated to admit it but she was getting hot, her pussy throbbing.

When he started to move the plug in and out, she closed her eyes and accepted her fate. He fucked her with it until she wiggled her hips. He left it inside her, then slapped her ass with his hand.

“Corner.”

Jessica crawled to the corner. She put her face on the floor, then spread her cheeks to show him her filled butt.

“Now, tell me what’s wrong.”

“What?” Jessica kept her face pressed down. She didn’t want him to see her face.

“It’s not like you to resist.”

Was he sitting down? Standing behind her? She couldn’t see him now.

“I want you to tell me what’s wrong.” Now he crouched down beside her. “If I’ve done something to anger you please let me know.”

“You’ve done nothing,” she said. “It was just a busy day, and well, you know I don’t care for anal sex.”

“Well, I was just teasing you with it earlier but now you’re wearing it until after dinner.” He lightly tapped her ass before he stood. “Get up and turn to me.

When she’d done as he asked, he wrapped a small chain around her waist. A second one went between her legs, pressing into her wet folds. At his command she turned toward the wall. She heard a few clicks, and she wondered if the plug had some sort of holes in it that he attached to the chain to keep it in place.

“Wear jeans,” he said. “That will keep it nice and tight in your butt.”

“As you wish, Sir.”

He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her around. “You might say you don’t like taking it up the butt, but you’re soaked right now.”

“From the whipping,” she said.

“Yeah, tell yourself that.” He took her chin in his hand. “Tell me once more you’re not upset with me.”

“I swear it,” she said. She would not tell him about Mrs. Dobbs. She would not.

“Okay, then let’s go to dinner so I can watch you squirm against the plug up your ass. I’m going to love it.”

Something deep inside her told Jessica she was going to love it, too.