When Michael pushed his hand between my thighs and checked the state of my pullup, I was shocked. Right there in front of Matt and Nikki! Of course, they have more experience being around others in the lifestyle so it didn’t faze either of them. But this was our first time being “out” around others so it made my heart leap into my throat. I thought he’d gone mad as I felt one of his fingers hook the elastic leg band and another finger push inside to check for wetness. Of course, him doing this always induces the sexual arousal type of wetness, especially when he teases my clit or dips his finger into my hole, and while he did make sure to brush my clit with his knuckle, it was the other kind of wetness he was checking for.
Can I be frank with ya’ll?
Of course you can Hope. Heck, have you forgotten all our readers know all about your rosebud? Hello?!?
It is not uncommon for women who have had babies (or who have reached a certain age) to have a bit of urinary incontinence. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I have no control over my bladder. It’s just that sometimes when you cough, sneeze or laugh, you dribble a bit sometimes. It happens.
Michael and I have agreed upon rules when it comes to me being crinkly. I’m expected to go pee in the potty. I’m not supposed to use the diaper for what it’s supposed to be used for. Neither of us are into that kinda stuff. Not judging, just not our kink. Being padded helps to put me into the mindset that it’s ok to be little. He’s used a diaper to help get me there when I was having trouble letting go of grown up issues. He’s used them as punishment too, but mainly they are for fun and reassurance.
If I have an accident, like I did on the raft ride, that’s totally acceptable and understood. If I wet it because I tried to ignore the signs my body was throwing at me because I was being stubborn and wanted to finish watching an episode of my favorite show, or because I was consumed with finishing a dungeon in WoW and I just didn’t make it to the bathroom in time then I’m in trouble.
Daddy didn’t put me in a pull up because I was in trouble for the raft ride. He padded me because he knew that we’d all be sitting around with drinks and laughing. He wanted to make sure I didn’t have to worry. Pretty smart thinking.
And we’d been laughing, a lot. Drinking a little, just enough for that relaxed buzz where everything is five times funnier than it probably really is. And sure enough, when he so rudely inspected me, I was wet.
And yep, I got wetter because he just so nonchalantly checked me. He didn’t make any big production out of it, he just did it. Just like you’d check a toddler. Which naturally made me wetter and made my heart start hammering hard.
Turn on? Hell yes.
He’s right. When he put the first cuff on, it surprised me. I was expecting a quick change then to rejoin our friends. But by the time he had it buckled I knew they were going to have to wait and I was soooo good with that!
I think I started wiggling the second he pulled the plug from my bottom and I didn’t stop until he sank his hard cock deep into my rosebud. I love being bound wrists to ankles. It makes me feel so vulnerable and even tho I can move them, it severely restricts the movement, so honestly all I can really do is just lay there while Daddy’s cock pistons in and out of my vulnerable bottom hole and beg him to please please please, for the love of gawd and the lil baby jeebus, rub my clit for me. Which he did because he’s such a good Daddy.
I came twice. The first time was on his first thrust. He normally works in and out, going a bit deeper with each stroke, feeding himself into me gradually, but not that night. I’m not sure exactly what had him so turned on, but that night it was one solid push in, balls deep and he just held there and throbbed. I love and hate when he does this. I love it cuz it feels so good. I hate it because when he’s still like that there’s no rubbing the sting away so I really feel the stretch, sting and itch of my bottom hole being spread so wide. It’s not a hate hate thing really. It’s honestly more like not being able to scratch an itch. The kind that drives you nuts. But he wants me to feel the claiming, and honestly, even though it drives me nuts, I love it too.
Me on my back, bound, with the full length of his cock inside me and his thickness stretching my rim oh so widely and throbbing inside me – yeah, I lost it and came, clamping down so tightly around his shaft that he groaned this rumbling growl. He immediately picked up the pace and started bucking hard. He wasn’t fooling around. He wasn’t making love to me. He was flat out fucking my ass like a man who hadn’t had sex in a year or three.
It was hard and it was primal and I loved it! Then his thumb started working my clit and I was trying so hard to fuck back. The inability to move freely along with the sweet torment of my clit mixed with the rough fucking of my Daddy hole all combined and I exploded again, seeing stars. It wasn’t long after that I felt him getting thicker, then thicker again and he shoved in hard all the way and pushed even harder, his back locking as he emptied his balls into my bottom.
After we caught our breath, he cleaned me up then uncuffed me. He put a clean pullup on me and we went back downstairs and found Matt and Nikki in the living room on their side of the duplex.
It may have been my imagination but I swear the pullup crinkled more than one ever had before. But in a few heartbeats I just shrugged it off as a natural thing.
We sat around the table and played cards and it was so surreal to me to be doing something so innocent with friends and all the while feeling Daddy’s cum leaking from my bottom.
I’ve had fantasies about that!
Sure, we’ve been at home and I’ve been diapered after sex and felt the same leaking, but this was different. We weren’t alone. Now, granted Matt and Nikki had no idea exactly what was going on in my pullup, but I’m pretty sure they had a good idea of what we had been doing upstairs. There were knowing smiles, after all. But still, I had just been assfucked not 2 minutes beforehand and my Daddy’s cum was dripping out of my bottom into a pullup, and there we were all sitting around playing cards and laughing and talking about .. umm no clue, but inane stuff I’m sure. Having drinks, playing cards, talking about the most random adult type conversations while both of us girls were snug in our pullups beneath our normal every day clothes, and me wif my freshly fucked bottom hole feeling that sweet soreness and dripping cum.
Wanna talk about a mind-tilt! Did I mention I’ve fantasized about that? And it was really happening!
Thinking back on it now, I’m pretty sure that Nikki also was dripping into her pullups at various points during the vacation because both of us stayed crinkly pretty much the rest of the time. I mean, it stands to reason, doesn’t it?
I mean, I know for a fact that our second night there her bottom was burning beneath her padding, just like mine was, due to our punishments for the escapade with the paddles.
That was another surreal moment. Being upstairs, over my Daddy’s knees, kicking the air for what it was worth, yelling my head off and promising the world, while hearing Matt’s solid swats landing on Nikki’s bottom on the other side of the wall. Her yells were battling with mine for supremacy, I tell ya!
Now, when Daddy spanks me he doesn’t go for the harder swats. He goes with a stinging swat but layers them over and over and over, building up the heat in my bottom until it is burning white hot and threatening to set off the smoke detectors, I’m sure. It’s not the “hit” he’s after, it’s the burn. If you think it’s a light punishment, stop and think about it this way – eventually, given enough time, even drops of water can wear down a boulder. See what I mean?
Daddy spanked, and spanked and spanked with his hand, then to finish it off he used the one paddle he managed to rescue and let me tell ya’ll sumpin – wet wood burns. Maybe not in a fire pit, but it burned the crap out of my bottom.
When he was done, after the hugging and crying, while he was swapping out my princess plug with a thicker necked one (also part of my punishment), I noticed that I couldn’t hear spanking sounds anymore from the other side of the wall, but I could hear Nikki pleading “No Daddy, no, PLEASE!” then a loud wail of “ow ow ow, Daddy it hurts!!”
My eyes must have gotten huge and I looked up at Michael. He had this stern look on his face, but not an angry one. I whispered “Wonder what just happened?” and he gave this half grin and said “I don’t know, but I do know she’s not a happy camper, just like you’re going to be if you don’t relax your hole and let Daddy put this plug in, because if you don’t, I promise another round of paddling.”
I swear that threat worked just as surely as if he’d said “open sesame” cuz I blinked and in the time that took my traitorous rosebud bloomed open and the plug popped in past the flare, and then didn’t get to close back up like it normally does with a princess plug. Hmpf.
Later, when we all met for dinner in the cabin, with both of us girls sitting damn gingerly, I was whispering with Nikki, trying to find out what happened. She didn’t want to say, but I’m nothing if not inquisitive. The guys overhead our conversation and Daddy asked me if I needed another trip across his knee. I swallowed hard and whispered “No Sir,” and dropped my interrogation. Matt, on the other hand, had Nikki tell us what happened.
The loud wailing at the end of their punishment was Matt sitting Nikki down on a thick dildo suction-cupped to the desk chair in the bedroom. He had moved it to the corner and put the dildo on it and made Nikki sit there with that rude thing stuck up her bottom hole for 10 minutes!
I was dying inside while listening to this. Not for Nik, but because Daddy’s attention was captured in a huge way. He started questioning Matt about it. What size, what type, duration, effectiveness, etc.
Yeah, way too curious about it, dammit.
I knew it, I knew then and there that we’d end up with one of those at home. And sure enough, that’s what happened. Daddy got rid of the rattan chair we had and replaced it with a stool, capped with a dildo, sometimes two.
Crud, I know damn well dildos won’t sink. Ugh.
P.S. – Daddy, I know I used the f-word in this entry, but there just wasn’t any other way to phrase it. Forgive me? ~sweet smile~