Playing a Little (18 page)

“Fuck that! I said noooooooo!” Camille yelled as he hoisted her over his shoulder and carried her to the bed, equipment in hand. Her pounding and pinching was ignored as he swept her across his lap and pinned her flailing legs down under his right knee. Camille howled as his hand smacked loudly across the center of her bottom.

“Okay, then the hard way. This behavior is both surprising and disappointing to me,” Erik said with a trace of sadness in his voice. He began to spank her vigorously, his rock-hard hand landing time and time again on the same spots before moving to another area to scorch. Camille fought him with just as much energy, kicking, yelling and pummeling him with her little fists. Her angry and frustrated tears soaked the carpet below her face as she screamed her protests about the medical care, the high-handedness, and the lack of fairness involved.

Erik’s spanks were tireless, each one building upon another as he grimly set about the task of teaching his little one manners and obedience. This battle of the wills continued until Camille finally ceased her struggles and began to apologize profusely for her rudeness and her lack of cooperation. Erik was grateful that she had given him a reason to stop his heavy-handed spanking, noting that her poor little bottom was speckled with tiny bruises from his fingertips.

He remained silent as she sobbed across his left knee. He prepared the thermometer for insertion and pried her bottom apart, exposing her tiny, pink rosebud. After placing some lubricant on his finger, he began to massage it into the tight hole, all the while keeping her pinned firmly under his leg with his left forearm leaning against her hot back. At least he knew that the tantrum had served some purpose in warming her blood some more. He just wished that she had not provoked him to such a severe hand paddling.

He urged the tip of the wand into her small entryway, sliding it back and forth to help her get used to the feel of the invasion. Camille sniffled in protest as the wand was maneuvered into her body and then held firmly in place with the same hot hand that had just administered the spanking of her life. He began to inflate the base of the long wand using his left hand to pump the bulb, all the while carefully observing Camille’s response. Her protests continued, but had changed in tone. He knew the feeling is being filled by the bulb was disconcerting, but hardly worth the fit she had thrown. Was she testing him again?

It didn’t matter. Like it or not, Camille was going to accept that he cared enough to say no when needed and that he would always show his love by being consistent. Usually, the sight of her bright red bottom wriggling his lap was exciting to him, but not now. He tugged at the tether to make sure the probe was in place, and then patted her bottom.

“Such a fuss for absolutely no reason. I only hope it is because you are tired and irritable.” He lifted her damp, sweaty body into his arms, holding her closely as she hiccupped. “After your nap, we will spend some special time together. And do not leave this bed for any reason. There is an intercom button right here that you can push if you need me, and I have the meter’s alarm box set up in my room in case your temp changes. Now sleep. I love you.”

He was amused that his response was a pouting lip. With another kiss to her head, he lifted her into the crib, replaced the diaper, and tucked the blankets firmly around her. He hung the thermometer unit on the side rail and glanced at the reading. 98.3. He leaned over to kiss her again and began to rub her back, singing softly. Slowly, the sound of hiccupping turned to the deep, relaxed breathing of sleep.

Camille woke an hour later, tossing about miserably in the confined area of the crib. Her bottom cheeks stung and throbbed, and her bottom hole felt stretched and sore. She reached to find the bulb, wanting to deflate the nasty wand and yank the offensive plug out. It was gone. Damn it! Erik must have guessed what she would try to accomplish.
Her next feat was to attempt to liberate herself from the horrid diapers that were fitted snugly around her waist. Too snugly. Camille groaned, peering down at the locked belt around the diaper’s waist.

Camille slowly raised herself to her knees; the sensation of the probe’s tether tugging at her anus both startled and aroused her. She pulled herself up to climb over the rails and to the floor and began to walk to the door when she was tugged to a stop by the inflated wand seated inside her. Camille reached for the ‘leash’ unit and stared in dismay when she saw that the unit was securely locked to the crib rails.

Erik is going to spank the hell out of me for this little stunt
, Camille pondered, also realizing that she could not get back inside of the crib without a stool or a chair. She was stuck standing next to the crib, her ‘leash’ too short to permit her to even lie down on the floor.

“Daaaaaadddddyyy!” she called, hoping he would believe that she escaped her bed to look for him.

Erik skidded into her room, catching the doorframe as he ran in. He stared at the predicament she had gotten herself into and said nothing.

“I’m stucked,” Camille said in a little voice. “I wus comin’ to see you. I need to go potty and…”

Shaking his head, he strolled over and lifted her back into the crib, then tucked the blankets around her again. He remained completely silent, saying nothing to her. After a final kiss on the forehead, the tired man returned to his room, again in total silence. Camille stared at the wall, the wand still lodged uncomfortably inside her bottom and the urge to tinkle strong. She suspected she might be in a bit of trouble for not minding him, but then, she was supposed to be taking on the age of a young toddler. She seriously doubted that the concept of obedience was strong in that age group. Did she dare to challenge his patience, though? A quick rub to her still achy bottom and the diapers that covered it, gave her the answer. This was an issue she would not push.

Camille tossed and turned, unable to get comfortable between the probe and her increasingly aching bladder. She pressed the intercom button.

“Daddy, I need to go.”

“You have a diaper on, so use it,” came a groggy response. “Call me to change you.”

Camille grunted, turning to her back and noting how the sensation of the flexible wand changed. Unfortunately, it also pushed against the back of her bladder. Gritting her teeth, Camille willed herself to relax and was soon rewarded as she released her water. A deep sigh escaped her lips as the sense of relief traveled through her body. The sensation of the warm liquid was almost pleasant… until it began to grow cold minutes later.

Reluctantly, she struck the alarm.

“This had better be serious, young lady,” Erik’s voice warned. “I am exhausted.”

“I’m wet, Daddy,” she muttered shamefully.

“Okay, I will be right there,” he sighed.

Camille was on her knees to greet him, stretching her arms out for a hug. He embraced her lovingly and then lifted her to the changing table. After unlocking the diaper belt, he quickly changed the wet brief, taking care to thoroughly cleanse her skin and rub lotion into it. Camille wriggled a little when his strong hands touched her stinging bruised backside.

“Does your bottom still hurt from your spanking, little girl?” he asked in a firm, unyielding tone. When Camille nodded, he responded with a simple word. “Good.”

“Daddy? Can I come sleep in your bed? Puleeeze.”

“I am not happy with you right now, Camille Loren. You were very naughty today, and very disrespectful.”

“But you gave me a spanking. Doesn’t that mean I am forgiven?” Camille asked, nestled in his arms once again as he lifted her from the table.

He looked down at her face, not disguising the little amused twitch of the side of his mouth. “You were, for that incident. The grand attempt for escape is another story.”

“But I missed you and forgot that I was attached to this, this horrible leash!”

“Maybe later. Right now…” He reattached the tether, making Camille want to slap her forehead with disbelief. She had not even thought of disconnecting the cord from the device! “You are to go back to sleep and let me rest for a couple of hours.”

“You can rest holding me, can’t you?” Camille blinked with utmost innocence.

Erik pinched her chin. “No. The last thing I can think of doing with you in my arms is rest. Sleep.”

“Read
Pout-Pout Fish
to me.”

“Sleep.”

“Please?”

“Do you want another spanking? This time with the hairbrush? Hmmm, I didn’t think so,” Erik said as she shook her head wildly. He kissed her temple. “I love you. Sleep well.”

* * *

As promised, Erik spent the evening doing ‘special things’ with her. He woke her up for dinner looking refreshed and alert, and spoon fed tomato soup into her mouth. This was followed by ‘pink’ applesauce, which he proudly boasted of making himself.

“You really like it? I boiled the red apples in a little water until they were soft and added some sugar, cinnamon, and a dash of allspice. Threw it into the blender, skin and all, and there you go!”

Camille grinned, holding her bowl out for more, enjoying the happy smile on Erik’s face as he ladled more sauce for her. To her relief, he allowed her to eat without his help this time. She was also grateful that he decided to forego the threat of making her drink from a bottle. They spent the rest of the evening building a Lego robot. The activity itself was an adventure because Erik was far from mechanically inclined. Camille had to read and reread the instructions to him and continually show him the pictures while handing him the parts… She giggled at the concentrated scowl on his face, enjoying the fact that the toy set for ages eight and up was kicking his butt. She did not dare say anything though. She could save that teasing for later!

Determined to be the model of perfection, and hopefully free herself of the punishing confines of the diaper and the crib, Camille threw herself into character for the remainder of her convalescence. She permitted the diaper changes and frequent taking of her temperature without anymore fuss. She obeyed Erik’s instructions, promptly and with a forced smile, abstaining from argument or protest. She forced herself not to appear sulky when he placed her in the crib for the night, and hugged and kissed him lovingly after he read
Pout-Pout Fish
to her with all his fun voices.

Her efforts were rewarded the fourth morning. He left her alone to take care of her personal needs so that he could prepare a fragrant bubble bath for her in the ‘grownup’ tub. Humming to himself, he stripped her of her clothing and the wet diaper, removed the wand from her bottom, and carried her carefully to his bedroom where he lowered her into the soothing warm water. He undressed himself and joined her, pulling her to lean back against his chest.

His hands reached around to stroke her flat stomach and then gently cup her breasts. Teasingly, his thumbs tickled her nipples, making them grow hard under his touch. Camille arched her back, encouraging him to continue. She felt his cock press against her back and pictured it siding into the place where the probe had been. She could not deny the ache to feel him there.

Decision made. Camille leaned forward, offering her bottom to him as she rubbed his cock between her cheeks. She could sense his interest as his breath quickened, and she glanced over her shoulder to smile.

“Are you certain? This way?” he asked, his fingers already finding her bottom hole that was still relaxed after holding the probe all night long. “I am bigger and longer than the wand. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Are you refusing my offer, Mr. Renault?”

“Not this time, Miss LeCroix. Tell me if it hurts too much, though. Lean forward more. Use the spa pillow to support your upper body,” he instructed, keeping her body submerged under the bubbling water. Her back and bottom skimmed the surface and he gently pulled her bottom to rise just above the waterline. Camille closed her eyes at the familiar touch of his fingers along the inside of her cheeks and entering her bottom hole as he lubricated the area with lotion. He reached around to finger her clit, surprised to find it already swollen and hard, twitching as he touched her.

Carefully, he pressed the mushroom-shaped head of his manhood against her rosebud and watched her swallow him with little resistance. He engaged further, sliding within her tight hole and feeling as she relaxed to accommodate him.

“I think we should use that inflatable wand as a regular part of our love life,” he murmured, sinking completely inside of her. Camille only murmured a purring response. He filled her to the brim and, with his fingers playing with her little nub, she knew that more was needed. She arched her back to him and pushed against him, demanding that he take her more aggressively,

Erik grabbed her hips and held her securely as he began to rock his cock back and forth within her rectum. Camille reached between her legs and began to mimic the movement he had made upon her pussy. She tickled his slapping balls with her fingers as he plunged inside, buried to the base of his cock, then slowly withdrew, only to plunge again.

She felt as though her back would snap with the need to arch it ever more sharply so that she would gain more of him inside of her. His movement began to hasten, and Camille responded by pinching and kneading her clit to the point that all she wanted to do was bear down and swallow him whole. His strokes got faster, harder, and more demanding and Camille was unable to hold back any longer. With a loud cry, she came, her spasming muscles gripping tightly in wave-like convulsions around Erik’s cock. With a primal grunt, he made a final lunge and squirted his hot seed deep within her tight cavern.

Still lodged inside of her, Erik pulled her panting body to sit upright on his lap. Her muscles clamped him tightly and, although he began to soften after being spent, it took several minutes before he was able to slip free of her body.

“Damn, that hurt so good. I didn’t know I could cum that hard,” he whispered in her ear before nibbling her lobe. “Can we do it again sometime?”

“Yeah,” Camille muttered, leaning against him. She suddenly giggled, “I bet my mother would have a cow if she ever knew I liked being fucked in the ass.”