Flirting Cums with Consequences

All characters in this story are consenting adults.

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Two days ago, my husband (whom I like to call Daddy) caught me flirting with Bobby the Barista while I was out for coffee. I didn't mean to, but Barista Bobby's smile is just so infectious, I kinda got sucked into the banter and didn't realize I was actually flirting. I mean, maybe? It's not like I actually want to have sex with him, because I live for only Daddy's cock, but it was fun to see the want in Bobby's eyes while knowing I am my Daddy's prize.

Daddy did not see it that way.

I was in trouble.

My flirty personality has gotten me into trouble before. It led to a week of spankings and orgasm denial, and if I left the house, I had to be accompanied by Daddy or Wanda (a woman Daddy started paying to take care of me when He is away ever since that time I accidentally started a very small kitchen fire while trying to make myself a sandwich). I expected this Barista Bobby punishment might be something similar, but Daddy seemed extra annoyed this time. I tried to explain to Daddy my wetness was only because of Him acting possessive over me (which it was), but He told me that getting wet for another man would result in a "creative consequence."

So I waited.

Yesterday, I asked Wanda if she knew what/when my punishment would be. She told me she was not allowed to tell me that, but then she also told me I would have to have an enema after my nap time, so I figured it was coming, because normally I only have to have those if Daddy is planning on a very long anal session, and long anal sessions typically only happen if I am in trouble or if it is near the quarter end at Daddy's work (a stressful time for Him where He needs my soft body as His outlet). The quarter was not due to end for another six weeks, so I suspected last night would be the night.

I picked at my lunch, worrying over what my "creative consequence" would be. And wasn't it also supposed to be Daddy's poker night? Why would He punish me on poker night?

"Wanda?," I asked?

"Yes?"

"Do you know if Daddy cancelled poker tonight?"

"No. He has not. In fact, He asked me to prepare a charcuterie tray while you are napping today so they will have something to snack on with their beer," she replied.

After my lunch and some television, it was time for my nap. I tried to fall asleep, but I was too worried about my punishment later. I listened to Wanda cutting things on the chopping board in the kitchen, and eventually I drifted off to dreamland. Not very long later, Wanda was awaking me for my enema. I hate enemas so much. Don't get me wrong, the tube going into my butthole feels kind of good, and at first, the warmth is nice, but then once the liquid starts filling me, it hurts a little, and Wanda makes me hold still and doesn't allow me to push it out until the timer goes off. My stomach looks all big and hurts in cramps, and I cry and beg her to let me climb onto the toilet, but she never allows me to until the timer goes off. Sometimes, she sets the timer longer if I complain too much (Daddy's orders), so I mostly just try to breathe and count off the seconds until she finally tells me okay.

After my enema, Wanda gave me a bath and washed my hair. Ever since I got married became "Daddy's princess," I have not been allowed to give myself a bath. It has always been Daddy or Wanda to bathe me ever since the day I got my pretty pink collar. I like it best when Daddy bathes me, but sometimes Wanda will let me play with the bubbles a little longer, so that's cool. On this day, though, she said that because of my enema we had less time and there would be no bubbles. It sort of felt like I was already being punished, and Daddy wasn't even home yet! But whatever. Wanda washed my hair and dried me off and told me to wait for her in my bedroom to help me get dressed.

I am perfectly capable of dressing myself, but Daddy likes Wanda to dress me when He is not there to do it Himself, so I went to my room and waited like a good girl. I thought if I was extra good, Wanda could tell Daddy, and He might go easy on me. But nope.

Wanda put my frilliest little yellow dress on me like I was getting ready for Sunday school or a wedding or something. I looked at her very confused but did not argue. I know whatever she puts on me was already chosen by Daddy before she ever clocked in for the day.

"Now turn around and bend over. He wants you to wear the small plug today," Wanda instructed.

What??? I knew not to ask this out loud, but I have not had to wear a plug in a long time, especially not right after an enema! The suspense of what Daddy had planned for me was killing me. Nothing was adding up to any of the normal routine stuff at all. Perhaps "mental torture" was part of whatever the heck "creative consequence" was supposed to mean. Fuck.

Wanda pushed the plug inside me and gave my cheeks a little smack as she told me to stand up. I knew there would be no panties put on me. Daddy very rarely ever allowed panties on me.

After she finished dressing me, Wanda put my hair up into ponies with bows and told me to thank her. Daddy and Wanda have an agreement that I am to "thank" her at least once per visit, even though He pays her to take care of me.

Wanda laid down on the bed and opened her legs. I laid on my belly and grabbed onto each of her hips as I buried my face in her pussy. I started with soft licks, tasting her sweetness, just teasing her clit at first, because I knew from experience how much she likes that. When she put her hand on the back of my head is when I knew it was time to press harder on her clit and to slowly increase the speed of my movements. Then I put my little finger in her bottom, and she pressed my head even harder into herself before letting out a loud moan as she grinded her pussy harder into my mouth. After her breathing slowed, I lifted my head, and she looked at me and told me I was a very good girl.

"Now go wash your face and get downstairs and wait for your Daddy" she said as she regained her composure.

I had a special mat in front of the front door to wait on just before Daddy was due to arrive home from work. Every day, he would walk in, put His briefcase down, and unzip His pants in front of my face so I could welcome Him home properly. This was one of my favorite routines, so I was grateful I would not be denied this before whatever punishment it was I knew I was waiting for.

When Daddy arrived home, He put His briefcase down, unzipped His pants in front of me, and as I put His cock in my mouth, He grabbed my ponytails and told me what a good girl I was to greet Him like that. He tasted so good and felt so good in my mouth. It was like home, and I didn't even care anymore what my fate would be, because this was just my favoritest thing in all the world. Soon, Daddy went from allowing me to suck Him to holding my head still and telling me to open my throat so He could fuck it. This was also part of our routine I loved, even though I had to concentrate very hard on how/when to breathe and try to not gag too much as the head of His cock went down my throat over and over until He came. When He finished, He stayed inside my mouth a short while longer, allowing me to suck and to clean my strings of saliva off of Him with my mouth.

I looked up at Him with watering eyes to see if He was pleased.

He was.

Daddy smiled at me and pet my hair. He helped me up and told me to go wait for Him in the den while he talked to Wanda and sent her home. I was worried, because the den is usually where "real" spankings happen. But I was also grateful I would be getting my punishment over with soon.

After I sat in my "scolding chair" (a nickname I gave the chair Daddy always has me sit in when He is about to give me a lecture), Daddy said He wanted to lay out for me the "creative consequence" He had come up with and why. He shared with me about how, as his wife, I belong only to Him and that my flirting and wetness should be His alone (I dared not argue my case again that He was the reason I was wet that day talking to Bobby). "I am going to show you that your body belongs only to me. It is mine to do with as I wish. And tonight, I am going to own it in a way I have not done before. You, are going to do everything I say without complaint. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy," I said nervously.

"Good," He said. Then He proceeded to tell me that I was going to be used as a prize system during that night's poker game! "Perhaps if you experience other men's cocks, you will realize the danger that flirting can be to you, my bratty girl."

Wait. What? Was He seriously going to allow other men to fuck His princess?

"Not only am I going to allow them to fuck you, but they will be doing to you what I ask of them," He said as if He read my mind.

Tears started to form in my eyes. "But, Daddy, your cock is the only cock I want!"

"I know, baby, but tonight, I am going to use your holes with more cocks than mine, and you are going to be a good girl and take it. All of it. Now, come with me to get ready before my poker buddies get here,"

He led me into the game room. Next to the poker table was a strange bench type of thing. I didn't know what it was called, but it had places for my ankles and wrists to be bound, and it supported only my knees and torso. There was a stool for me to rest my head on as well, but that was the only part of this not fixed into place. Daddy had me climb on and strapped me in. He also put a strap around my waste. He kept my frilly dress on me and then put a gag in my mouth and told me to be a good girl for him and my "creative consequence" would be over in just a "few short hours."

A few hours?!!!?!? WTF??? At least with the gag in my mouth, I could complain all I wanted and not get into any more trouble.

The doorbell chimed, and one by one, Daddy's poker buddies started showing up.

I listened to Him explain the rules to His friends. I couldn't remember all the technical poker speak, but some hands would entitle the person with that hand to spank me with the implement of their choice, other hands would entitle them to use certain holes. And they didn't even have to win with those hands, so it was possible more than one of them would be doing something to me at the same time, because they both had qualifying hands!

The guys sounded all for it, and Daddy dealt the cards. I was tied up and unable to say anything and tried listening to what was happening in the game, but not understanding how poker works, it was a futile effort on my part.

"Two pair!," shouted Daddy's hairy friend.

"Three of a kind!," celebrated the bald one.

The next thing I knew, the hairy friend was lifting the skirt of my dress to spank me with a hair brush, and the bald one was unzipping his pants and removing my gag. I knew what to do. As Hairy was whacking my bottom with the hair brush like I was his new Christmas toy, I opened my mouth for Hairless and sucked on his cock like it was my favorite lolly.

"That is my good girl," Daddy said as He held my bound hand. "You are going to be getting a LOT of cock tonight."

I voiced my pain from Hairy's beating my ass into Hairless's cock, the vibrations in my throat sending waves of pleasure through his body.

"I need a piece of this ass," Hairy said, so he got back to the table to be dealt another poker hand. Hairless was not going to leave me until cumming down my throat, and he was in no hurry to end his pleasure, so he told the group he would be sitting that hand out as he finished fucking my mouth.

The rest of the evening went a lot like that. I learned that a pair of aces meant nipple torture as Daddy's black friend came over and pulled my breasts out of the top of my dress and started pinching them, his dick hardening the more I screamed into my gag. I learned that four of a kind meant anal as Daddy's blonde friend came over and shoved his dick hard into my ass. And, I learned that "Full House" meant the winner could choose two friends for pulling me off the bench for triple penetration until all three came and then putting me back onto the bench for the next hand and more spanks. On and on it went. I was spanked with the brush, a paddle, multiple belts, bare hands, a cane, a coat hanger, and a flogger. I was fucked multiple times in all three holes by all six men. Always filled with cum. My nipples and breasts were repeatedly tortured, and any time there was not a cock in my mouth, the gag was placed back in it so I could not protest. I lost track of how many times I orgasmed during all of this, but it was many. I sorta lost track of what lesson I was supposed to be learning too.

When the game was over, and Daddy's friends went home, Daddy carried me to our bedroom and started kissing me and telling me what a good job I did obeying Him and giving up my body for His pleasure. "And now, I am going to remind you why my cock is the only one you want." He dicked me down like never before, making me cum over and over again. Some of my biggest orgasms happened before He finally filled me with His cum. I remembered to thank Him like a good girl, and then I think I kinda passed out a little in His arms.

When I woke up, Daddy was smiling at me. I looked at Him quizzically, and He told me that while the poker gang bang was supposed to teach me a lesson not to flirt, He learned about Himself that He really enjoyed seeing me take cock from other men to make Him happy and that going forward, one poker night per month would now be like this one was, whether I needed punishment or not.

And He might even invite Barista Bobby next time.