The Fox Tail - Sex Stories

The Fox Tail

“Come to me."

I raise my right hand, palm extended, and beckon you. You are never sure how long you will stand in front of me while I sit in that plush chair, looking at your nakedness. Watching your body tremble as you fidget with the fox tail plug I bought you.

Yes, Daddy can be a bit sadistic at times, I know. You’ve had it for weeks, been allowed to marvel at its size and wonder how it would ever fit in your bottom. Sometimes when I’ve joked about it splitting you open, I see real concern on your lips and little flashes of fear in your eyes. You must have often caressed its swell with your fingers and wondered how something so cold, unyieldingly hard, and immense could fit in your tight ring of muscles back there.

I hold my hand out, you take a few uncertain steps in the high, high heels you are wearing, place the plug into my hand, and attempt to crawl into my lap. Any other day I might have let you put your knees on either side, slid an arm around your back, and sucked your pretty little nipples into my mouth, but not today. No, as soon as I see what you have in mind, I grab the back of your neck and haul you over my knee, knocking the breath out of you a little bit as you suddenly found your face inches from the floor and your bottom in the air.

With the plug in my hand, you draped over my knees, I stroke up your legs, grabbing and massaging your ass. I continue to hold the plug in my hand as I launch a series of smacks on your ass with my other hand, each ...

... harder than the previous. I know your eyes are squeezed tight against the pain and your lips are drawn into a tight little line as you struggle to deny me the sounds you will soon make for me.

My little brat, you are. You writhe in an attempt to lessen the pain, yet you only intensify the pleasure I receive as I continue to redden your sweet bottom with each landing of my palm on your cheeks. I watch as your tush jiggles with each blow, hearing the whimpers and moans from your closed mouth.

You feel me pause, pushing your legs apart slightly, and spreading your derriere cheeks. You know how much I love your pretty little hole, and I know how completely exposed and vulnerable you feel when I gaze at your hidden cave. You feel my fingertip caress and slowly press into you, and I hear the little mewling sounds, the muttered “No,” you mouth as you cover your face with your hands.

I remember the first time you begged me not to do this, that you couldn’t bear it. I remember those begging whimpers turning to gasps. I remember you cumming without either of us ever touching your dripping wet cunt, and I know you do too. Yes, I know your shame now, and I know what you feel. I know you love this.

Trying to wriggle away from the desires building inside, you play up the embarrassment when submitting to our pastime. Though truth be told, it is all a welcome diversion from our day-to-day existence. I chuckle silently at the silly games you evoke, then take the plug and slide it ...