"Daddy!" Stevie wailed.
Christine slid her knuckles out and cooed a sympathetic noise, fingertips still pulsing and pressing against her little girl's quivering muscles, slack, dripping, yawning, desperate to be filled. Stevie was both in her body and out of it at the same time, aware of everything and simultaneously floating above the clouds. She was empty, whimpering, twitching in desperation, and she craved to be stretched and filled once more.
"You look pretty when your warmed up," Christine whispered and pushed Stevie's lips apart with gloved fingers, pulling them this way, that way, running her finger around the slack twitching opening that had been stretched until it stung. "Does it feel naughty, princess? Can you feel how wet and open you are down there?"
"Yes Daddy," Stevie choked and whimpered, squirming. "It feels so good and so naughty!"
"Good," Christine teased mirthlessly. "You are naughty!"
She forced her fingers back inside with relentless slow pressure. Stevie inhaled until her lungs couldn't accept anymore, arching and craning forward if only so Christine could see the look in her wide brown eyes, could understand the things she was doing, the effect she was having, all of those emotions finely layered on top of the other. When Stevie gasped and winced into the widest part, breath shaking, mouth hung, Christine became gentle and crooned once more.
"There you go, just breathe, let your pretty little pussy relax all the way—" Stevie cried aloud and felt her walls close snug on Christine's fingers "There you go!" Christine rubbed her mound, hushing the panting moans. "Just breathe and be a good little girl for Daddy instead of so naughty" she teased, well aware it was an impossible ask.
"Daddy I want to cum," Stevie's voice became tight as knuckles pressed down into her muscles, latex fingers sliding and rubbing every tiny delicious spot inside of her, lazy circles against her clitoris stirring a torrent. "I want to cum Daddy, I want to—" A slow and relentless pull earned a deep hiss.
"Who said anything about you cumming, pretty thing?" Christine stared up in genuine surprise as she removed her hand slowly, her fingers stretching Stevie's pussy lips wide and thin into a slick crown. "I think you're getting far too ahead of yourself, I think you need a lesson in patience and gratitude, perhaps you need the feather again—"
"Anything but the feather!" Stevie burst desperately.
"Anything?" Christine's bright smile gleamed, and she closed her eyes in pleased surprise. "I was so hoping you would suggest that..."
Stevie grew still and pensive, aware that she had played into Christine's hand and yet still unsure of the consequence. Truth be told, she wasn't sure she cared about consequences anymore. Her body was glistening with sweat, bucking and hypersensitive, her wrists and ankles spread and tied far apart as though she were a perfectly captured little creature at Daddy's mercy. It was a wonderful thing to feel vulnerable and safe all at once. Stevie inhaled and watched Christine clamber off the bed and move to the drawer, uncertain and trusting, nervous and enthralled, all of it at once.
"I love the way you look when you're excited for me, princess, but that isn't to say by any measure of the word I like the thought of you being in pain..." Daddy hummed to herself and rifled through the drawer. "I think a little suffering is exactly what my precocious girl needs in order to mind her manners better..."
She turned back around with a fur flogger with thick soft tail-like tendrils in one hand and an electric wand in the other, capable of departing anything from a light tingle all the way up to a snapping thunderous crack of electricity.
Christine smiled as the troublemaker grew a size smaller.
"I don't like the thought of you being in pain, sweetheart." Christine lifted a high eyebrow. "That doesn't mean I'm above it, however and I know how much you like it."
