Training Time Ch. 06

Chapter Six

The ginger remained inside me all day although I soon grew accustomed to the subtle burning that blossomed in my delicate anal tissues. In fact, just as with being roughly used to assuage my father's lust, I enjoyed the sensation as it seemed to make my clit tingle in time with my tight bottom hole. Walking around naked also kept me on edge, exciting me as I imagined somebody peering in through a window and seeing me.

The possibility of being noticed increased exponentially when Dad clipped a collar, one of his purchases that morning as he informed me with a smile, round my neck and then took me outside, walking me like a puppy round and round the garden. Admittedly, our back garden was well screened from being overlooked by mature trees but there was still that faint element of doubt lurking in my mind that made it more intoxicating to be feeling the ticklish fingers of a breeze stroking softly over my breasts and thighs. My shame and my subtle delight were added to by the slippery oozing of my juices down the inside of my thigh and I knew that if my father had not been in charge of me I would have had my fingers buried deep inside my pussy and be frigging myself up into ecstasy.

Instead, I had to endure and hour or so of puppy training: sitting on my haunches and begging, retrieving items that my dad threw across the lawn for me and rolling over to display my tummy along with all my other charms to his gaze. All of this whilst wearing another couple of purchases he had made that morning. The first were doggy gloves and socks that turned my hands and feet into claws so that I could not pick anything up without using my mouth. The other recent buy was even more degrading as it consisted of a large rubber plug that was inserted up into my sore bottom, pushing the ginger root up even further, with a tail connected to it. Every time, I ran across the lawn, my tail wagged and swished, drawing attention to my pale buttocks and the weeping wetness of my slit beneath and I was in both heaven and hell at being shamed in such a fashion.

The deepest shame came when my father made me squat for him in one of the flower beds and go to the toilet, barking the command at me until I released a flood of strong-scented pee that flooded out of my pussy and turned the hard earth a darker, more fecund brown. He took me afterwards as if he was the alpha male of the pack, crouching down behind me and sliding his thick shaft across my throbbing labia time and time again as I desperately hoped for it to slip up inside me and take my maidenhead. He knew exactly what he was doing however and controlled his rampant cock until he stood up suddenly and showered my bare buttocks with his seed, making me moan with delight as I felt the gentle rain of warmth spatter down on my naked flesh.

Afterwards, he spanked that hot cream into me, whipping his palm across my arse cheeks and making me cry out into the still air as heat built in both my bottom and my pussy. Then, snapped at to roll over, I lay there and relished the tickling sensation of his fingers moving down my belly until they found my soft folds. He spent an eternity teasing me, brushing the tips of his fingers through my sparse pubic curls and over my wetness, smiling down at me as I pushed my body upwards. Minute after minute flowed by before he stroked right over my soaking slit with his fingers, teasing my labia open gently then stirring my honey pot with his thick digits. One slid up inside then another, stretching my opening apart and sending delicious feelings rippling through me. I bucked my hips up harder and he laughed and slapped my pussy sharply in response, telling me to lie still. I tried hard to do so yet I just had to wriggle as he tantalised my clitoris with his thumb as he pushed three fingers up into my wetness. Pleasure seeped into my senses swiftly again as he pistoned his digits in and out, sending squelching sounds echoing round the garden. Slickness dripped out of me as he pushed his fingers in and out then circled them round until I was on the very edge of exploding into rapture. My mouth opened in want and need and I thrust upwards again only to be denied as he snatched his fingers away then smacked me hard and fast instead, sending pain shooting into the soft, plump lips of my pussy.

A momentary respite and then his fingers returned to torment me with pleasure while he bent over and whispered to me what he was going to do if I came without his permission. I whimpered almost as if I was a real dog and he chuckled and fingered me faster, easing me back up towards nirvana. Through my head ran the consequence of coming without permission and I began to beg, pleading with him to allow me as my flesh threatened to fail me. Yet he denied me still, shaking his head sternly but then stopping moving as I shuddered in desire at being so close. Slowly, ever so slowly, my desire ebbed away: a tide of desperation leaving my senses. My father smacked my delicate labial lips again, stinging them with harsh slaps but I loved it, responding to the pain by pushing up into his hard hand. Again, he switched and his fingers busied themselves inside me whilst his thumb rolled around my swollen nub, sending shivers of rapture rushing through my body. I pleaded once more as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm me but he still refused me any release even as he teased me. Tears spilt from my bright blue eyes as I begged and he bent down and licked them up, savouring my frustration as he dabbled with my soaking slit, slithering his fingers in and out slowly and sensuously until my breathing was coming in short sharp pants of desperation as I tried to hold back the flood of delight.

The bitter feeling of failure flashed through me momentarily as I conceded defeat to my senses. I bucked upwards into his fingers and thumb, body rippling with desire, squealing out in my climax. His hand slipped away and then he started to spank me hard during my orgasm, making me squirt out spurt after spurt of silken love juices into the air, staining my thighs with my own essence. He smacked my wetness until I lay quiescent, exhausted by the powerful surge of lust that had swept up through my body and into my mind then he gathered me up into his arms and carried me back inside the house to punish me for coming without his permission.