The scissor had split the crotch of her shorts, and now the tight fabric framed her pussy like a pair of crotchless underwear. His daughter's pink and purple flesh thrust out now from that innocent white cotton. Above it, the shadow of her anus between those full cheeks was just visible. It was begging to be opened, and Tom had just the thing.
He had made a trip the night before to a sex shop in the next city, bringing home a few items. He had also thrown together the contraption she was now lying on-one of those "useless talents" he had acquired at shop class years ago in high school. He was exhausted, he realized. He would have a nap once she was all set up.
First, Tom wrapped the leather straps around his daughter's wrists, securing them to the V-shaped beams, then did the same with the straps that secured her slim thighs. Once she was immobile, he produced two additional attachments for his pump, which he had also brought out to the shed with him. He fitted one long cylinder over her left nipple, still swollen and stiff. He spat on it first in order to get a good seal, then worked the fat nub into the rigid plastic tube all the way down to her tiny aereola. Then he used the hand pump to increase the pressure inside the cylinder. His daughter sucked in a breath. Her nipple expanded into the cup, immediately almost doubling in length. Satisfied, Tom did the same with the right one, then detatched the hoses so that the cylinders thrust straight down, unencumbered, from her hanging teats.
Then he returned to her backside. One hand gripped the delicate crease where her left ass-cheek met her thigh, as he had done that first time, squeezing it to reveal her pink anus. Tom leaned down and spat on the puckered hole, resisting an almost overwhelming temptation to taste her. Then he produced another purchase, which he placed against her opening.
In truth, Tom had bought many different toys, but he needed to ease her into them so that he wouldn't break her. The plug he worked slowly into her ass was smaller than he would have liked, but the round glass balls did get progressively larger. There were three, and he thought the third would be a good start for her.
She took the first one with only a small whimper.
"Good girl," he crooned, letting her relax for a moment, stroking the stretched ring gently with his thumb. "Here's a little more. You can take it, I know you can."
She could. It strained her a little, but after a moment, the second ball popped right in. By then, Daisy was panting.
"How does that feel?" he asked her.
"Strange," she said after a moment. "I feel so full."
Not even remotely as full as you will be when I'm finished with you, little girl.
The third bulb was indeed a challenge, and she grunted and groaned as he worked it slowly in and out, opening her gradually wider and wider.
"Dad, it's too big!" she moaned, just before her anus opened and the last glass ball popped in. The ring closed tightly around the narrow shaft of the plug so that only a large jeweled button remained outside of her, nestled deep in her ass crack.
Tom patted her bottom gently, praising her. He explained that the plug would teach her that flaunting her ass in public, like she did in her cheerleader outfit, would encourage guys to use her. She should feel lucky it was only glass inside her now, rather than an eager boy's cock pumping away at her asshole.
He noted the glimmer of juice between her thick lips with a broad smile. Good, good girl, he thought.
And now, the last thing to do before he went into the house to take a nap. He pulled out a digital camera and stood back, taking a picture of her strapped down to his contraption. He got underneath her for a photo of her hanging titties, capped with nipples swollen inside their cylinders. He took a picture of her backside, with her exposed pussy swollen three times its original size and the glimmering end of the buttplug stuffed in her virgin ass.
And he took a picture of her face. "This is just a precaution, in case you tell your mother what's been going on. Your mother doesn't understand this kind of rehabilitation. She would just want you thrown out of the house. I don't believe in that. I want my daughter to make better decisions, which I believe she will do once she learns the consequences of her actions."
He left her there, prone, helpless, and exhausted.
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When her father came back that afternoon, Daisy was sleeping. She had actually grown quite comfortable with the position she was in, aside from not being able to move much. Her nipples had hurt at first, but had quickly grown numb. Her butt had long grown accustomed to its intrusion.
She had worried for a while about the effects her father's punishment would have on her body. In spite of her shyness about her large breasts, she secretly had come to like them. They looked a lot like the ones in the porno mag she had stolen, and all of those women were successful, beautiful models. She thought hers were even bigger than a lot of theirs, and had a nicer shape. She didn't want to wear bras, not only because it was embarrassing trying to find them, but because she liked the way the boys treated her when she didn't. They were always opening doors for her, and offering to buy her lunch. Even some of the male teachers did things like that. She had found that when she stopped wearing a bra in precalculus, her lousy grade had improved dramatically.
Daisy had even been on a few dates lately, and she found herself wearing skimpier tops for fun, just to see her date's reaction when she slid off her coat. Most recently, she had gone for a drive after dinner with her date, and they had parked on a country road. Daisy had gotten excited, thinking they would make out. She really liked the guy, and wondered if they might even have sex.
He had a flask of whisky with him, and she had taken a few pulls off of it, feeling wild and carefree. Turning towards him, she had leaned her left breast up against his arm and thrust her chest forward. She felt an urge to show them off, thinking how good it would feel to have this boy touch them. She loved to touch them herself, and found it even more thrilling when Shawna would grab them, even though she was only joking.
So, taking a third swig of whisky, she had slid the hem of her cropped top up over the curve of her breasts. The night was chilly and she knew her nipples would be stiff, like the models in the porn mags. When they popped out, hard and pink, she had expected him to gasp and grab them, the way Shawna had the first time they had taken their shirts off in front of each other.
