He wrapped a strap around my belly, pulling it tightly so the leather was digging into my back through my new dress. Another set of straps were wrapped around my wrists and pressed to the legs of the ottoman to keep me from moving. My curiosity had my head turning around and around as the figures gathered about me in hot anticipation of this arousing display.
The new girl, they whispered to each other, is about to get a sweet treat. We are envious of her position. Look how delicious that ass looks beneath the fabric. Can we have a go?
Hands reached out in admiration of my exposed rump as the hem of my dress was pulled up and tossed lazily over my shoulder, blocking some of my vision on my left side. An attendee approached me and placed a piece of rubber in my mouth, wrapping it around my head and latching it. It tasted strange and kept my jaw fixed open, feeling like one of those rubbers balls I used to use to play Jacks. My tongue lapped around the inside of it and made me cringe. It tasted so strange in my mouth.
As I tried to turn my head around to see what Daddy might have been doing, a heavy sting met my bare bottom and I squealed into the rubber occupying my mouth. A roar of cheers erupted suddenly and I found the sting returning again, causing my thighs to vibrate beneath the weight of each blow.
Daddy was spanking me in front of the guests, caressing my bottom very lovingly between blows and then slamming his hand against my raw skin. He did this in succession a few more times and then invited others to take a whack at my sweet rump.
Each invited guest gave me their hardest spank, likely the only time they would ever be allowed to touch the bottom that belongs to such a powerful figure. Their hands grazed over my swollen skin and some bent to kiss my fragile base, a comforting gesture that I fully appreciated even though I couldn’t say my thanks out loud.
I bit further into the gag that occupied my mouth, the taste of its rubber causing me to cringe as much as the spanking. The pressure let up after a few more minutes and the rest of the group gathered on the couches in front of me to watch what else was in store.
I was preparing myself for something incredibly painful, maybe a lashing, but all I felt were the strong and merciful hands of my Daddy stroking my delicious tulip. His fingers slid over the bud of my clit and down under the folds of the petals, delicately outlining the inner chamber and pushing inside to feel my sweet nectar release.
My hips were rolling beneath his touch, feeling more and more aroused as he caressed my soft tulip. As my bottom rose and fell to the beat of his hand, my desire grew to feel his stem penetrate my folds. We would be c
omplete in that moment and our garden would expand to the corners of the universe, unfolding over the beautiful green earth.
The moment the thought entered my mind, I felt Daddy run the head of his staff against my bud and I bucked in response, the elegant form of his cock a delightful reprieve from the spanking. He allowed his erection to cushion against my petals in an effort to tease me and I felt my fluids begin to gush around his rod.
Once he was properly lubricated with my sumptuous nectar, he pressed between my lips and parted my warm tunnel for his entry. Endorphins flooded my body as soon as he was fully immersed and I bit into the ball in my mouth as I smiled uncontrollably.
The crowd surrounding us gasped in awe of how receptive my rose was to his stem, our union a beautiful display of affection and trust. Daddy took my hips into his hands to steady himself as he began to rock against my thighs, his wand parting my petals repeatedly and stimulating my secret spot deep inside my warm chasm.
My head lolled side to side as his hips rolled into my thighs, their meeting causing a sting to rush through my entire bottom as the skin was still braised from being slapped. The pleasure combined with the pain was absolutely thrilling and I found myself moaning loudly into the rubber ball.
The attendees watched my eyes roll up to the back of my head as the heat between Daddy’s skin and mine grew to an unbearable force. He was slamming his rod deep into my rose, using his fingers to stimulate my delicate bud that was engorged with the thirst for his precious cream to decorate my lavish flower. The ottoman was rocking beneath my shuddering form as Daddy prodded me and I could feel my flower blossoming into a fully exposed rose, the petals expanding to accommodate for the coming rain.
As my soft petals parted once more, my saccharine nectar saturated his delectable wand and my pelvis exploded like plump clouds releasing its nourishing rains to the earth below. A bay erupted from my solar plexus like thunder, signaling that lightening had struck the soil underneath and had charged the earth with electrical pulses. My body felt much like the delicate ground being pummeled with the force of nature, all of her glory bursting from my tender form.
Daddy sprayed my garden with his wonderfully soothing cream, the warm fluid dripping down my leaves to the soil below and cleansing my body. Cheers shattered the silence and I noticed the entire group clapping in unison at our wonderful display. The straps were removed immediately and I floated through the crowd to a familiar hallway.
Daddy was carrying me away to rest, laying kisses against my head as I gagged on the ball still occupying my mouth. After laying me upon a fluffy bed, he removed the obstruction and laid his lips upon mine in celebration of our joyous union. He whispered the most comforting phrases, running his hands over my sore bottom in an attempt to soothe the red skin.