“Shh, it’s over now,” he soothed softly, rubbing her back and holding her close. It took several minutes for her to calm completely until both she and Trisha, also being cuddled by her own daddy, were only giving occasional sniffles.
“Thank you.”
Her Daddy’s words had Coco turning her head enough to see who he was talking to. She could feel herself flushing at the sight of the flight attendant who was holding a tray that held a box of tissues, bottles of water, and what appeared to be some sort of cloth in a silver bowl. It was humiliating to be seen in this condition, and yet the woman’s soft smile told of her sympathy. Accepting the tissue, her daddy sat her up straighter and helped her to blow her nose. After he’d dropped the tissue into a small plastic bag the woman held out, he opened one of the bottles of water and held it to her lips.
“Drink, sweetie.”
Surprised at how thirsty she was, Colette drank half the bottle before pulling away. “Thank you, Daddy,” she said softly.
“You’re welcome,” he said before reaching towards the tray again and lifting out one of the cloths.
“What’s that for?” Colette asked, seeing that the cloth was damp.
Her daddy bent closer. “To clean up your other tears,” he said. It took her a moment to understand and when she did, she gasped.
“Daddy!” Her eyes cut to the other couch to see if his words had been overheard. A hand patting against her thigh had her looking to her daddy.
“Don’t you Daddy me, ladybug. We both know that a good hard spanking does more than burn your butt. It causes you to cry and your sweet little pussy weeps as well. Spread your legs for me.”
Moaning in mortification, she obeyed, burying her face in his arm as he pressed the warm cloth against her sex. She shuddered at the contact, her tummy flipping as a cloth covered finger ran between the lips of her vulva, pushing the soft folds apart.
“Oh, Daddy,” she moaned, no longer concerned with what Trisha or Uncle Joe were thinking, spreading her legs even wider to allow her daddy better access. He never ceased to amaze her at his ability to be so stern when punishing her and yet so loving and tender once it was over. As his finger continued to glide over her, running across her clit with every stroke, she felt her insides begin to coil. Her soft mewl of pleasure was met with his chuckle.
“Hmmm, this doesn’t seem to be working. You are getting even wetter.” She felt her face heat at the truth of his statement and before she knew it, the cloth disappeared and he was standing, cradling her in his arms. He carried her towards the rear of the plane and opened a door, stepping inside.
It was a bathroom but one unlike any other she’d seen when flying. The room was quite spacious and done in soft blues with ivory trim. There was a modern looking toilet that would fit into any décor, another leather loveseat, and a marble topped vanity with a round glass sink. Her daddy set her down and bent to yank her panties and tights to her ankles.
“Bend over and push that red bottom up and out,” he said, turning her to face the loveseat. She instantly obeyed, spreading her legs as far as the clothing at her ankles allowed. She lowered her head and lifted her ass, her pussy pulsing as she heard the sound of a zipper. In the next instant, she felt his hands on her hips, his fingers gripping her tender ass and then moaned as he pushed inside her. Despite the fact she was sopping wet, the presence of the anal plug, combined with the fact that her daddy was very well endowed, made her feel more stretched and fuller than ever as he sank balls deep. The sensation was a wonderful combination of pleasure and pain. Each thrust had her lifting her ass, silently urging him to return at every withdrawal. She could feel her climax approaching.
“Da…Daddy, may I come?”
“No, not yet, sweetheart.”
She groaned as she was so close and yet didn’t want to disappoint him again. Clutching the cushion beneath her, she fought off the nearly overwhelming need as he continued to piston in and out of her pussy. But, the moment he took hold of the ladybug flange and began to thrust the plug in and out of her ass, she lost every ounce of control. Her entire body tensed and then convulsed into an orgasm that had her screaming in pleasure.
“Naughty girl,” Dalton said, continuing to thrust in and out of both of her openings. “Keep that bottom up. Push back as Daddy fucks you.” In a haze of bliss, she obeyed, lowering her torso further and shoving her bottom up, rocking against him. When he added crisp slaps to her ass, the additional stimulus only drove her on, her body spiraling tighter and tighter.
“Oh…oh, Daddy,” she cried, her back arching as the plug drove in and out of her ass and his cock claimed her pussy, each stroke hitting her g-spot until she thought she’d explode. “Please! I can’t…can’t—”
“Come for me, Coco.”
She imploded, her cry of ecstasy was as loud as her cries of earlier despair had been. While she continued to contract, he roared his own climax as jet after jet of his seed shot into her. She collapsed over the arm of the loveseat, her legs shaking. Dalton bent over her, pushing her hair aside to kiss her neck.
“God, I love you,” he said, his lips moving to kiss right behind her ear. “And I love to hear you scream in pleasure, and, my sweet little ladybug, I can’t wait to feel your heinie hole hugging my cock.”
His words brought color to her face, and she understood that he was telling her that the wait was over. Sometime during this vacation, her daddy was going to take her anal virginity. After the fucking he’d just done with the plug, the thought no longer terrified her quite so much and she understood why he’d fitted her with the bottom binkie. It wasn’t just to remind her to be good every time she sat down, but he was obviously preparing her to accept his cock in her ass. It had been an incredible feeling, being filled and fucked in both places, something she’d never really imagined. She moaned a bit as he withdrew his cock and pushed the plug home once again.
“This should work a little better this time,” he said, and she once again felt the cloth, no longer quite as warm, being pressed between her legs. Once he’d cleaned her, he helped her to stand and led her to the sink. Soaking another cloth in cool water, he ran it over her face.
“Thank you, Daddy.” He always took such good care of her. Picking up another cloth, she asked, “May I wash your cock?”
He looked a little surprised but pleased. “That would be very nice.”
She made sure the water was warm before she wet it. Making a sudden decision, she dropped to her knees and lifted his cock which was already half erect with the hand covered in the warm cloth but only to guide him into her mouth. Her ministrations had him hardening and lengthening again and his hands soon cupped her face. Unlike when she performed penance, he allowed her to use her hand as well. She loved the velvet touch of his skin as she tightened and released her fingers up and down his shaft while her tongue continued to lick and caress his flesh. She wondered if he realized that he’d always give a gasp when she stroked her tongue across that sensitive area right beneath his cockhead. Hearing that gasp of pleasure never failed to fill her with the joy of satisfying the man she adored.
“Eyes, ladybug” he instructed. “I want to see those beautiful eyes while you wash me.”
Pleasure ran through her as she looked up, seeing the love in his eyes as she knelt before him, loving him in a way that made her feel both incredibly submissive and totally loved.
“I do believe my balls were slapping against a very wet pussy. Get that sweet tongue on them.”
Pushing his cock to his abdomen, she bent forward and began to lick his testicles. She shuddered at the look of sheer pleasure in his eyes as she opened her mouth and suckled first one and then the other into her mouth, rolling them around, laving them with her tongue. She was determined to give him as much pleasure with her mouth and tongue as he did her every time he feasted between her legs. He groaned and pulled her away and she knew he was close. Taking his cock back into her mouth, she wasn’t surprised when he fisted her hair and began to thrust hard. She didn’t mind the drool that was unavoidable or the sounds of gagging she’d occasionally make as he pushed deep. Nothing mattered but giving him as much pleasure as he was constantly giving her. He groaned and pulled her head forward, driving down her throat, his cock jerking again and again with his climax. Her eyes never leaving his, Coco dutifully swallowed every drop,
“Beautiful,” he said, stroking a finger down her cheek. When he pulled away, she couldn’t suppress a smile, knowing pleasuring him also pleased her. She used the cloth she still held to clean him and then tucked him back into his pants and zipped him up. He helped her to stand and kissed her deeply until she was once again breathless.
Before he replaced her clothing, he insisted she go potty. Once she was done and he’d pulled her panties and tights into place, he took her hand and led her from the room. She’d almost forgotten they were on a plane and giggled.
“Does this mean we just joined the mile-high club, Daddy?”
“I suppose it does,” Dalton said, giving her hand a squeeze. As he led her back to their seat, he chuckled. “And it appears we are not the only new members.” Looking forward, she saw that Trisha was straddling her daddy’s lap as he lifted and lowered her onto his cock. Despite the fact she had just had two glorious explosions herself, Coco felt her pussy begin to leak as she slipped back into her seat. Snuggling close to her daddy, she smiled when she heard Trisha’s cry of pleasure accompanied by Uncle Joe’s. Even though she’d been spanked, if this was any indication of how their vacation would be, she knew it would be the most wonderful holiday she’d ever had.