Plugged And Punished

Peyton leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching Nadia slink back in at two in the morning. “Grounded means grounded,” she says, voice low and tight. Then she grabs her stepdaughter’s wrist and steers her straight to the bedroom. Bent over the edge of the bed, Nadia’s denim skirt is flipped up and her small panties are tugged down. Peyton stops, lips parted. A jeweled plug nestles between Nadia’s cheeks, glinting every time the girl shifts. Peyton’s palm lands once, hard, and the plug rocks deeper. Nadia gasps. The next slap comes slower, deliberate, the sound wetter because Peyton’s fingers linger. Heat curls low in Peyton’s belly at the sight of that tiny blonde body trembling, tits pressed to the sheets. Her hand drifts lower, slides between Nadia’s thighs, and finds slick folds already swollen. Two fingers push inside without warning. Nadia moans, hips rocking back, the plug shifting with each thrust. Peyton keeps her free hand on the small of Nadia’s back, steadying her while she works those fingers deeper, thumb brushing the base of the plug. Nadia’s breath breaks into short, desperate pants. Her cunt clenches around Peyton’s knuckles, milking them, and Peyton leans in close enough for her breath to stir the fine hairs at Nadia’s nape. “Bad girls don’t get to come until I say,” Peyton whispers, curling her fingers just right. Nadia whimpers, thighs shaking, the plug and the fingers pushing her right to the edge and holding her there.