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upstairs bedrooms as usual, Lily was ordered to dust the front rooms.  She was incredibly grateful, as every step, every movement reminded her of the plug in her bottom.  Her cheeks flamed with embarrassment at the thought of its insertion by Lord Stockton. Yet, despite the soreness, it was strangely exciting.  She could never remember a time she was more aware of her body. 
    Papa had said this would force her to focus and think of him and he was right.  She had thought only of him - his hands, his mouth - all morning.  With a start, Lily realized she now thought of him as Papa .  The word brought feelings of warmth and caring to mind. Having lost her parents at a very young age, she never had anyone to call Papa.  She’d never had anyone show her much notice or care, until now. 
    By the time she was called into Papa's study, Lily was more than ready to have the plug removed.  Rand approached her as she entered the room. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he placed one hand over her bottom and patted the end of the plug through her skirt.
    "How is my little one's bottom?"
    "It's sore,” Lily answered in a small, soft voice, for she was still very nervous around him.  He exuded power and strength over her, both physically and mentally. 
    "Ask Papa to take the plug out of your bottom."
    "Please take the plug out of my bottom...Papa,” Lily asked shyly. 
    "Bend over my desk." He motioned for her to cross the room and as he stood watching her movements, he could tell by the stiff sway of her hips that the plug had made an impact.  Lily reached his desk and tentatively looked back over her shoulder.  Rand’s raised eyebrow was all it took for her to immediately turn back and place her hands and cheek on his desk, bending over at the hips.
    Rand slowly lifted up her skirt and petticoats to see a fresh pair of linen drawers.  Pulling the drawers down past her feet and fisting them into a ball, he tossed them into the fireplace. 
    "Oh, please don't,” Lily exclaimed. “They were my last pair!"
    "I don't like when I cannot see what's mine, and your blushing bottom and sweet little cunny are mine," he admonished.  "No more drawers for you.  I want you to always be bare under these skirts.  Now spread your legs." 
    He made a mental note to change her entire wardrobe, not wanting to see her in long heavy skirts that he considered barriers to her body.  "I want you to reach back and spread open your own cheeks for me."  Lily did as she was told and Rand admired the view of her small puckered hole straining around the plug, nestled between her sweet blushing, red striped cheeks. 
    Lily held her breath, both from anticipation and fear as he rested a soothing hand on her lower back and reached for the plug.  Rand gave it a twist and pumped the plug in and out of her tortured hole a few times before fully removing it.   Lily's breath came out in a relieved rush the moment the plug left her body. 
    Rand went down on his haunches between her spread legs. Her little puckered hole had not fully closed.  He gently blew on it and watched the goose bumps appear on her delicate cheeks as her rosebud clenched and trembled.  Lily tried to close her knees in embarrassment.  The movement cost her a quick smack to her upper thigh.  She cried out in surprise but unlocked her knees like a good girl. 
    "Stay still. Papa wants to play."
    Rand stroked two fingers along her pussy lips, then dipped them inside.  Lily's tight passage tried resisting the intrusion at first, but her slick wetness eased his way in as he forced both fingers to the hilt.  She was soaking wet.  He thrust his fingers in and out of her untried pussy, riding his thumb along the sensitive strip of skin between her cunny and ass cleft to coat it with her juices. Lily gave a small moan and thrust her hips out in a silent, primal plea for more.  Rand complied, plunging his thumb deep into her opened rosebud as he pushed a third finger into her sweet