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Her bottom stretched to take his cock, and he slowly pushed himself in, inch by delicious inch, enjoying her whimpers and moans, her little gasps of pain.

“Does it feel good?” he grunted, as he thrust deeper, filling her completely until his balls were slammed against the curve of her swollen bottom.

“It hurts!” she squeaked, but she wasn’t fooling him. He knew she was kind of secretly enjoying it. He knew it hurt so good. Just to add an extra layer to her painful pleasure, he cupped his hand and smacked her ass again while he pulled out and thrust back in.

“Goddddd,” she moaned.

He leaned over her and wound his fingers through her loose locks. “This is what happens to bad girls. Are you going to be a good girl now?”

“Yess, Daddy,” she hissed, tipping her head back when he tugged on her hair. “I will, I’ll be so good. I wanna be a good girl now.”

“Do you?” he murmured. “Daddy likes good girls… but Daddy likes bad girls too.”

“You just like to punish!” she accused.

“Yes.” He thrust harder, forcing her to fall against the mattress. “But you’re not fooling me, little girl. You like it too.”

Lizzie

God help her, she did like it. There was something so deliciously taboo about it, and she loved the way it made her feel. Small, but not Little. Submissive, but not spineless. Taken care of but not treated like glass. Naughty, but not bad. And like Daddy’s cock in her ass was the one thing that was gonna cleanse her sins and save her soul.

Punishment Fuck. She’d heard the term. To her it had always sounded excruciating, horrifying, humiliating, and something that could only ever be used in extreme, sex-centric D/s relationships, or by fake Doms who were basically just in it for the control and the kinky shit. But she wasn’t fooling herself. A punishment fuck was exactly what was happening, and god help her, she loved it. She’d been so wrong. She loved every excruciating, degrading, humiliating and sexy second of it. Her body sang each time he plunged his thick cock inside her tight bottom, each time he wound his hands through her hair, and whispered in her ear that this is what happened to naughty girls who lie to their Daddies, each time he smacked his hand across her throbbing ass.

“Daddy’s gonna come,” he growled, thrusting hard as his front butted up against her scorched backside. “Do you want that? Should Daddy come inside your pretty little bottom? Fill you up with Daddy’s cum?”

Fucking hell, she did want that. She wanted whatever Ace wanted to give, however he wanted to give it, now and always. Nobody else would ever come close to comparing to the delicious ways her Daddy owned her, using her body however he wanted, or how he made her love it. “Yes, Daddy,” she moaned.

Not that she really needed to answer. Ace couldn’t have stopped himself if he tried. Two more thrusts, a final ass slap, and one loud guttural moan, and her bottom was filling with his cum as he pumped out the final vestiges of his release, and pulled out, collapsing against her, panting and breathless.

She twisted underneath him, until she was on her back and looked up into his eyes as she ran her hands across his bald head.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too.” She felt Little again, miraculously and instantly, and she wanted to be cared for in the most intimate of ways.

She was trying to find the words to admit that, when Ace looked at her, and just seemed to know. “Daddy needs to clean you up, and take you potty and then, I was thinking that you should wear nothing but a diaper for a while, let Daddy take care of you and cuddle you and feed you a bottle. How does that sound?”

“Perfect,” Lizzie sighed happily as Ace gathered her into his arms and headed toward the bathroom.

Once there, he cleaned her pussy and bottom hole with a warm washcloth, and helped her onto the potty, waiting across the room while she peed. The cold toilet seat burned her belted ass, but the adrenaline still rushing through her body dulled the pain as she emptied her bladder. When she was done, Ace crossed the room, and knelt in front of her, helped her wipe, and carried her to the sink where he washed her hands, and pulled her sweaty locks out of her face, securing them with a ponytail holder before picking her up.

“Daddy,” she whispered as he carried her cradled like a sleeping toddler in his arms, over to the changing table, “I hafta tell you sumthin.”

Chapter 20

Lizzie

As she’d lain there panting, breathless, hot and sticky and sore, with raw adrenaline and endorphins rushing through her veins, she let go. Then and only then, did she plummet into her Little space. Then and only then had she craved the Littlest space she could achieve, agreeing when her Daddy told her he believed she should wear a diaper until it was time to go out later. Then and only then did she remember what she had earlier decided she had to tell him.

He carried her to the changing table and carefully again, cleaned both her pussy and bottom, this time with wipes. The cool felt good against her raw skin but stung the achiest parts. He lifted her legs and slipped a diaper beneath her hips, and she remembered how awful the scratchy material was on a well-spanked bottom and wondered what she had been thinking. But when Daddy fastened the tabs at the sides of the diaper, and scooped her into his arms, cradling her tight against his chest, stopped at the kitchenette to make her a bottle, and finally lowered her onto the bed and climbed in beside her, still holding her tight, she realized she didn’t even care.

He held the bottle to her lips and she pushed it away. “No, Daddy. I hafta tell you sumthin.”

“Oh, that’s right. Daddy forgot. Are you sure you need to tell me right now? Do you want to wait a little?”

She shook her head emphatically from side to side because it was that important. She already felt bad for not telling him right away, and she didn’t want to forget. “No, Daddy. I hafta tell you now. I’m ‘sposed to tell you all the things.”

Daddy’s mouth formed a little “O” of surprise and he set the bottle down on the nightstand, regarding her seriously. “Sorry, little one. I didn’t realize it was one of those kind of things.”