Princess

Author's note: This is a fictional DDlg series involving consenting partners in their thirties. CWs for the entire series include spanking, humiliation, anal play, enema play, wire hanger punishment and, most importantly, lots and lots of love.

PART 1

I'm woken by Daddy's 6:30 a.m. alarm.

I groan, pulling the covers over my head, but Daddy just chuckles, peeling them back--sending me curling into a ball.

I'm practically naked in the chilly morning air, wearing nothing but the shimmery sheer slip Daddy picked out for me before bed. The one with the ruffly push up bra and the matching fringe that barely reaches the top of my thighs.

"Good morning, princess," Daddy hums, peppering me with scratchy kisses across my goose-bumped skin. He reaches around and begins tugging at my nipple through the thin material.

I try not to smile--even as Daddy scoops one of my little titties out and runs his tongue over my sensitive bud. I feel my body blush hard--a wave of crimson heat washing over my skin.

Daddy smiles against my breast. "Is someone feeling shy this morning?"

"Just cold," I say, chattering for effect, and he seems to find this adorable, sitting up and pulling me up into his arms.

"Is that better princess?" he says, nuzzling his stubbly cheeks against me and I giggle--laughing harder as he begins squeezing at my sensitive waist.

Once he's stopped tickling me he gives me a tight hug. "Alright, my little ice princess. Let's warm you up." He taps me gently on my naked bottom and I freeze.

"Daddy, please," I plead. "It's too cold."

"I know, little one. You'll be feeling so much better in just a few minutes."

"Daddy," I whine, pulling back, batting at his chest softly. "Please. I mean it."

He looks carefully at me, his deep brown eyes scrutinizing my own. "Do you need to say your magic word, princess?"

I bite my lip. "Well,

no

Daddy but--"

"Then we can start with a reminder about what happens to little princesses when they argue with their daddies."

"Daddy, no!"

"Then flip over on your tummy. Come on. We need to be out of here by eight and we still have to get you showered, dressed, and fed."

I give him my most exaggerated frown and he shoots me one of his dazzling smiles, smoothing the line between my eyebrows with his thumb.

"Cheer up, buttercup. You do still want to take Daddy's cock someday, don't you? Or do you want to stay my sweet little virgin forever?"

My frown deepens. I'm not actually a virgin, of course. That cherry was popped by a boy named Dylan fifteen years ago after senior prom. No, Daddy's talking about taking my other hole, which his finger finds now as he continues to cradle me in his lap. It clenches at his touch, and Daddy smiles.

"She wants me, princess. And who am I to deny my little girl such simple pleasures?"

"Daddy," I groan as he gently flips me over then, pulling my nightie up to expose my bare bottom.

He runs a hand over the crusty residue that still covers the insides of my thighs--a souvenir from last night, when Daddy fucked my little cunt while I rode my rose vibrator until I screamed. After he was finished--and before I'd run off to pee--he'd made me stand in front of him while his semen dripped from my pussy. He'd smeared it on the inside of my thighs as it fell, murmuring that he wanted me to feel what he'd done to me all night long. Then he'd used his slicked fingers to rub my clitty, reducing me to a gasping, spasming mess as he made me come a second time.

His plan worked. I felt the sticky slickness between my legs until I fell asleep. And as I was drifting off, he spooned me tight, flicking softly at my nipples, whispering that someday soon, as long as I kept up with my training, I'd be falling asleep with his come plugged in my tight little ass.

Daddy shifts off the bed then and I bury my head in the sheets with pre-mortification, listening as he rummages around in cabinets and turns on the faucet and rustles through the towels.

As I wait, I feel my pussy slowly waking up, clenching and tingling and shamelessly drooling at the thoughts of what Daddy is about to do to me. He's been training my ass every day for two months now, and my treacherous pussy has loved every minute of it.

"Up," he instructs as he returns and I lift my bottom, letting him arrange the folded towel beneath me. When I settle back down onto it, he wastes no time pressing a finger into my pussy to collect my wetness--keeping himself just shallow enough that I barely feel a thing. Then he unceremoniously begins to finger my bottom. I rock back against him, desperate to feel something, but he tells me to be still, refusing to give me anymore than his first knuckle.

"Daddy," I whine.

"I know, princess. That's a good girl. Take the tip of Daddy's finger."

I huff, annoyed when he pulls himself from me a moment later. Then he presses the nozzle of the bulb syringe against my hole and even though I knew it was coming, I instinctively panic, squirming away. "I don't need that, Daddy. I just went last night--"

He slaps my ass hard, causing me to yelp and pin myself back in place. "Are you telling me, little girl, that if I stick my finger all the way up inside you it won't come back with so much as a speck?"

I whimper, knowing that if I do tell him that and he finds otherwise, I'll get a long, hard spanking

and

I'll still get my enema.

I blow a helpless breath into the sheets. "I don't know, Daddy."

He runs a soothing hand over my bottom, wedging the nozzle back into my hole. "That's okay, princess. That's why you have me. Now let's clean you out so you'll be able to keep this plug in all day."

"All day?"

I cry out as the first spurts of water begin to fill me, making me feel hot and achy and terribly embarrassed, no matter how many times he does this to me.

"All day, princess. You know your training isn't just about stretching you. It's about getting you so used to having something in your bottom that you'll start to forget there was ever a time it wasn't filled."

I release a rattly breath as the water balloons my rectum, reminding myself that he and I have already discussed this at length. I was the one who said I wanted to finally try anal. And he was the one who insisted I be trained his way or the highway. And when he described the 'tried and true' method he used with his past littles, I had technically agreed to it. But that doesn't mean I have to be happy about it.

"Yes, Daddy," I finally grumble, words twisting into a guttural moan as he begins to move the syringe in and out of me. "Da-aa-ddy--"

"What was that, princess? Harder? Faster?"

"No-oo, Da-ddy--"

He moves his other hand between my legs then, thumbing at my wetness and I whimper, trying to burrow my face further into the sheets as he continues to fuck me with the nozzle.

"Daddy, please, don't--"

"It's okay, little girl. It's just us. You don't have to pretend to hate it."

"I do, Daddy!"

He slips his thumb inside my pussy then and I moan. "Ride Daddy's finger and tell him how much you hate it, little girl."

I cry out as he swipes at my g-spot, causing me to buck back against him--fucking myself deeper on the nozzle in the process.

"Just like that, princess. Tell Daddy you hate it."

"I ha-ate it," I cry out, rocking back harder, over and over, feeling my pussy spasm around his thrusting finger, my bottom tremble around the thin intruder.

"Poor little princess. So many confusing feelings. Don't worry, Daddy will help you sort it all out," he says, pulling his finger from me then, followed by the syringe.

I release another long, strangled moan at the sensation of their withdrawal and Daddy chuckles, adding to my shame. Then I clench tight, determined not to leak a drop. Luckily, because it's just water, the enema isn't horribly uncomfortable--but it is still horribly embarrassing, and Daddy never misses an opportunity to make it worse.

He begins his calculated torture now, flipping me over onto my back and playing with my swollen tummy.

"Still cold, princess?" he asks innocently as he runs his fingers along my lower belly. Then down to my clitty, where he begins to slowly rub.

I arch back, moaning, spread eagle and bloated, riding his finger.

"You look beautiful," he murmurs as he teases me. "So beautiful when you let Daddy fill you up and play with you. Daddy's dirty little princess."

I whimper as I get close, knowing I'm never allowed to come before work, no matter how much I beg. He likes me desperate for him by day's end.

"Tell me when you're there, princess," he whispers and those very words are exactly what push me to the edge.

"Close," I pant. "Close, Daddy."

He pulls his fingers away, palming my pussy. I feel her pulsing against his hand, hot and sopping and furious as Daddy provides her no further stimulation.

"Good girl," Daddy coaxes as she calms.

My bottom, on the other hand, is losing its battle with the water Daddy pumped into her. She's clenching desperately to keep it in, and her pathetic spasming makes Daddy smile.

"Okay, princess," he whispers when my forehead begins to sweat, giving me a light tap on my clitty that makes me gasp. "Go get cleaned up."

"Yes, D-daddy," I say shakily, letting him help me off the bed, clenching tightly as I waddle to the bathroom.

I expel the enema as quickly as possible, wiping meticulously when I'm finished--in no mood for one of Daddy's dirty bottom spankings. When I return fifteen minutes later, Daddy is sitting against our headboard.

He shoots me a smile that makes me feel very shy and I drop my eyes, scurrying the rest of the way to him, pulling down at my nightie as if it's not already completely see-through. In my periphery, I see his smile widen, and it only further embarrasses me. Daddy loves when I get shy on him. Specifically, he loves teasing and torturing me until I don't have an ounce of shyness left.

He pats his legs and I scramble quickly over them. His chest rumbles with faint laughter as he spreads my cheeks apart, inspecting me.

I clench instinctively and he smacks one of my cheeks.

"Relax, princess. Let Daddy look at you."

I do my best, laying as limply as possible, spreading my legs slightly.

"Good girl," he murmurs, reaching another finger slowly into my pussy.

I'm always mortified by how wet even the most embarrassing treatment makes me, and Daddy knows this well.

"You poor thing," he chides. "Soaking wet. Should we line your panties before work, little girl? Are you going to spend all day dripping down your legs like last week?"

I go beet red at the memory. I'd been particularly horny that morning and Daddy had edged me so bad I was sitting in a pool of my own arousal for the rest of the day, unable to focus on anything. I'd called him at work from the bathroom, desperate for permission to touch myself which, to my surprise, he'd granted. But the moment I told him I was close he told me to drop my hand. Then he proceeded to laugh when I tearily insisted I wouldn't make it through the day.

When he'd finally picked me up from work a few hours later, he'd made me give him my panties to show him just how wet I really was. Then, as he'd driven us home, I'd sat next to him on the front bench of his truck with my legs spread while he teased my tortured clitty and I palmed desperately at his already rock hard cock.

We were both so riled up by the time we got home we didn't even make it to the bedroom. I was half way up the stairs when he got his hands on me, pulling me down and fucking me until I screamed into the carpet.

I'm moaning and rocking back on Daddy's finger at the mere memory of it, and Daddy tuts, pulling further and further back until I'm just humping air.

"Needy little thing," he tisks as his slicked finger moves back to my bottom. I squeeze my eyes shut, whimpering as he begins to slowly finger my hole.

"So responsive," he says softly. "Relax, princess. Ride Daddy's finger."

I groan, lifting up to meet him, fucking myself on his long digit--which he soon begins to crook and straighten inside me, making me gasp.

"My sweet little princess," he says as he slides in and out, twisting and turning. "Laying over Daddy's lap so he can play with her ass, wishing it was his cock. How did I get so lucky?"

"Don't stop, Daddy," I moan into the sheets, and I can hear the smile in his voice as his finger goes deeper, moving around now with more intent. I blush ten shades of red, knowing exactly what he's doing.

"Your perfect little ass was made for fucking, wasn't it prin--" His voice trails off and his finger stills inside me.

I panic, clenching my legs shut. "What's wrong, Daddy?"

He rips his finger out of me, landing a hard spank that makes me cry out. "You dirty fucking girl, go get the wand."

"Daddy!" I gasp, rolling off of him. "Daddy, it cleaned me out completely, I swear--"

"And yet there is literal filth under my fingernail." He shoves his finger toward me and I flinch away from it. "No princess of mine will be walking around dirtying her nice, clean plug this early in the morning. If that wand isn't in my hand in thirty seconds this plug will become a stick of ginger."

"Daddy, no!" I shriek as I scramble off the bed, diving down to his nightstand, tearing through the toys there until I find the tiny plastic princess wand with the little star tip.

I throw myself back over his lap and hand it to him over my shoulder, eyes squeezed shut, legs crossed tight in anticipation.

He tuts as he spreads my cheeks apart with one hand, raising the wand in the air with the other.

I gasp as he spanks me directly on my hole, hard and fast.

"You-dirty-fucking-girl," he grits as he punishes me. "You-expect-Daddy-to-fuck-such-a-dirty-bottom?"

I sob into my hands, kicking and shrieking as the pain sears through me.

He moves a leg over my thighs to pin me in place, undeterred by my cries. "Answer-me-you-dirty-girl."

"N-no, D-daddy," I sob and he finally takes pity on me, setting the wand down in front of my face and planting a gentle kiss on one of my cheeks.

"I expect you to do a more thorough job cleaning up next time, princess, even if you have to stick your finger up there yourself. And if you're still dirty, you let me know and we give you another rinse. Do you understand me?"

"Y-yes, Daddy," I sniffle, still spasming and quivering as aftershocks of pain grip me.

"Good girl," he says, just as I hear him reaching once more for the bowl with the bulb syringe, which he'd set on the nightstand. I bury my head back in my hands as Daddy reinserts the thin nozzle, slapping my legs apart with his clean hand, using his middle finger to torture my throbbing clitty while he fills me.

He admonishes me as I begin to once again rock back on him, fucking myself on both the syringe and his hand--whispering that I'm such a naughty little princess. That if I come while he gives me this enema, I'll never be allowed to come without one again.

I cry out at the idea of it, his words pushing me so far to the edge I might not come back. He stills then, waiting for my breathing to return to normal.

With another sharp slap on the ass and a slow, torturous withdrawal of the nozzle, he gives me my next instructions. "Take care of this dirty bottom, princess, and meet me in the shower."

TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 2