Little Red Riding Hood - Chapter 4 By Cinncinnatus (cinncinnatus.eros2@gmail.com) Copyright 2018 All rights reserved Story Codes MF Mf oral bd spank The next morning Red drifted slowly up from slumber. It was a Sunday, and she didn't need to be up at any particular time. As she awoke, she purred at the nice feeling of a plug in her butt, and the warm weight of her collar on her neck. Her mind drifted in and out of sleep, wandering from subject to subject. She remembered that Venetia had spent the night, her thoughts drifting around the things that had happened yesterday. She hoped to herself that Venetia's mother wasn't too upset with her for not going home, but it would have been awkward for Venetia to arrive at home with fur, a big bushy tail, and her foxy face. Venetia's mother, Miss Cobbles, ran the "Forest Home for Wayward Children." It sounded better than "orphanage," but that's what it was. About twenty five children lived in her big house that looked to Red like a giant boot, but Venetia was the only one that was actually her child. Miss Cobbles was a very strict lady, but she was fair. She also tended to use physical punishment, and Venetia had more than once been spanked by her mother for an indiscretion (although not since before she was a teenager), but she had deserved it each time; at least Red thought she did. Venetia would probably disagree with her though. She may be Venetia Cobbles, but she wasn't treated any different than the other children at the home. Now some people would say that Miss Cobbles received undue pleasure from spanking youngsters, the way that she would use a whipping to punish a sixteen year old boy. But she simply believed in the power of the punishment to discipline, and most of the children were very well behaved most of the time. As much as that many children could be, probably. And Red knew the truth about Miss Cobbles thoughts about spanking. As her unfulfilled arousal from the night before burned in her pussy and nipples like a bright warm ember, she played back the night that she learned Miss Cobbles's secret. Her sleepy brain half remembered, half dreamt the night. It had been at her grandmama's. Her daddy and she had visited, and Miss Cobbles and the Huntsman were there too. It wasn't a party, but rather just the five of them enjoying some fun. Red had never been around Miss Cobbles when she played, and never seen her at any of grandmama's parties, so she was excited to learn about her. She loved to find out the different ways that people liked sex. Miss Cobbles was older than her daddy, but a bit younger than her grandmama, and she was still very pretty, though in a plain sort of way. Her hair and eyes were both light brown, and she was shorter than Red, somewhat plump and round, but had nice curves. Her breasts were very large and soft looking; the largest that Red had ever seen, and they were topped with big brown nipples that jutted out. She had a small circle of brown curly hair above her smooth, full pussy lips. Red had taken all this in while she had been undressing in front of Red and the others. It seemed weird for her to be taking her clothes off while everyone else stayed dressed (such as they were), but Red had learned to take things in stride at her grandmama's. Then her daddy and the Huntsman had walked up to her and tied her up on the floor very tightly. She was kneeling, with her arms bound behind her and rope wrapped around her breasts tight enough that the skin around the rope became red and swollen. The rope was wrapped all around her forearms, and her knees had been tied with a stout bar between them, spreading them wider than her shoulders. They put a large, heavy metal collar on her neck, and then just left her on the floor. For the next hour or so, the other four of them had long, hot steamy sex. Daddy and Red fucked, and grandmama and the huntsman fucked. Both men made sure that the women came repeatedly, and the women made sure that the men's cocks were thoroughly sucked and drained of cum. Red and grandmama would kiss each other sometimes too, on the mouth and other places. During all the sex, Miss Cobbles just crouched in the corner where she was bound and didn't say a word; not that she could have moved. Red found herself looking over at her occasionally. Each time she did, Miss Cobbles would look at her and hold her gaze. Red couldn't figure out her expression, she seemed calm and serene holding Red's eyes with her own, as Red sat on her hands and knees and daddy was sliding his hard cock out of, and then deeply back into her wet pussy. She could feel a dried dolop of cum on her cheek where daddy had missed her mouth a bit earlier. She knew that Miss Cobbles could see it too. And she knew that Miss Cobbles could hear grandmama's moans and the wet sound that the Huntsman's cock made as he fucked her. Later, as the four of them lounged and rested on one of the big couches in grandmama's room, Red caught her eyes again, and her expression was the same. She hadn't moved much. If anything, she looked a bit more flushed, and seemed to be breathing faster. Her huge breasts were swollen and red from the rope, but she hadn't said a peep. After some minutes of the others chatting about things, daddy slid Red over so she could snuggle in grandmama's lap, and walked over to Miss Cobbles. She held his gaze as he came over and stood in front of her, his flaccid, wet cock level with her eyes. Her eyes moved down his naked body, coming to rest on the cock in front of her. A look of hunger came over her face, and she licked her lips. Daddy stepped forward, slipped his hand through her hair and nuzzled his cock against her lips. Miss Cobbles opened her mouth and hungrily tried to suck his half hard cock into it, but he pulled back until it was just out of her reach as he held her in place by her hair. Miss Cobbles acted like a starving dog being teased with a biscuit. She whimpered and strained against daddy's grip, attempting to get him into her mouth. Red thought he teased her for a lot longer than necessary; at least she would have gotten very upset if she was in Miss Cobbles's place. He would let the head of his cock barely touch her lips, then he moved to brush her cheeks and nose with it. Soon Miss Cobble's face was wet with the mixture of cum and juice that coated his cock. Eventually, he allowed the woman what she wanted, and slipped his cock into her waiting mouth. Miss Cobbles moaned as she started to noisily suck daddy's cock. Daddy continued to hold her hair tightly as she moved her mouth up and down it's growing length. Even when daddy's cock reached full hardness, she would still bury her nose in his trim pubic hair. She was obviously a very good cocksucker, because Red could see her daddy start to get very worked up. Red tended to take her time when she sucked daddy's cock; she loved the feeling of it in her mouth so much that she never rushed unless he told her too. She loved to watch his eyes as he watched her take him into her as deep as she could. But Miss Cobbles wasn't watching daddy's face. Her eyes were closed, and she was slurping loudly on daddy's cockhead, before pushing her mouth down its length until it disappeared completely. After a bit, daddy moved his other hand down so he was holding her hair tightly with both hands. Red could see the tension in his fingers, and in Miss Cobbles brown hair, and thought that surely it must hurt. But Miss Cobbles didn't complain, nor did she complain when daddy held her head still and started to rock the full length of his cock in and out of her mouth. Red watched mesmerized as her daddy fucked the older lady in the mouth as if it was a pussy. Before long, Red could see daddy start to give into his arousal, and he started to fuck Miss Cobbles's mouth very hard and rough. Red's mouth sat in a round ‘O'; daddy rarely fucked her pussy that hard. Miss Cobbles seemed to like it though, she was moaning loudly and her eyes had rolled back into her head. Red didn't know what to expect when daddy started to moan the way he did before a big cum, but suddenly he was holding Miss Cobbles hair very tightly so that her head couldn't move, and he pulled his cock from her mouth. His hips trembled as he held his cock just past her open mouth, and spurted glob after glob of white cum. Miss Cobbles kept her mouth open, and about half of it landed on her lips and tongue. The rest covered her nose and cheeks. When daddy's cum and slowed to a trickle, he loosened his grip on Miss Cobbles hair. He said in a very low, but serious voice, "You're an excellent little cocksucker, aren't you, slut?" Red gasped, and was about to protest. She had never heard her daddy talk to anyone like that, not even her when she was being her brattyist. But grandmama shushed her quietly, and held her tightly in her lap. "It's okay, little Red. Just keep watching," grandmama whispered in her ear. Red did as she told, and watched her daddy wipe the last drops of his cum in Miss Cobbles hair. He stepped back as he caught his breath and recovered. Miss Cobbles held his gaze while she panted, still looking just as hungry. Daddy's cum was dripping down her face, and while she had licked her lips clean, she didn't say anything about having it cleaned off her face. Actually, Red realized, she had said anything at all since daddy and the Huntsman had tied her up. Daddy stood with a stern look on his face, and his hands on his hips. It wasn't the loving stern look that he gave Red, it was different somehow. Miss Cobbles didn't change her expression at all, or speak. When daddy did move, it was over to one of the walls in the room to get a large leather strap. Miss Cobbles's breath caught in her throat when she saw him carrying it back to her, but she didn't react other than that. Daddy set the strap down on a nearby chair, then kneeled on the far side of Miss Cobbles. Holding the back of the iron collar, he moved her body down until her face was resting on the carpet, turned so that she was looking toward the couch where Red, grandmama, and the Huntsman sat naked. The way her arms and legs were tied, Miss Cobbles was positioned so her round ass was high in the air. She took several deep breaths as daddy let her settle into position and let go of the collar. Grandmama whispered into Red's ear again. "I so love watching stuff like this. Your daddy is so good at giving people what they need." She squeezed Red tight in her lap with one arm, and moved her other so that she could stroke the Huntsman's large cock next to her. Daddy started to slowly caress the large white globes of Miss Cobbles upturned ass. Miss Cobbles face was serene, except that Red thought she looked like she was waiting for something. There was a tension in the air, as if everyone in room besides Red knew that something big was coming soon. Daddy bent down next to Miss Cobbles upturned ear, and asked very softly, "Ready?" Miss Cobbles spoke for the first time since she had started taking her clothes off. Red could barely hear her, but she was sure that she said, simply, "Please." Red was puzzled on why Miss Cobbles, who she knew was a very stern, stict, and no-nonsense mother to over twenty pre-teens and tennagers, would say "please" in such a small voice to her daddy. It was still hard to believe that she was tied up like that, naked, and asking daddy very softly for something. Then daddy, very gently but firmly, gave Miss Cobbles's ass a smack with his open palm. It rang softly in the quiet room, and the soft flesh rippled from the blow. It wasn't very hard at all, no where near as hard as he would hit Red's ass when he punished her. But Miss Cobbles jumped at the blow, and sighed softly. "Like that?" daddy whispered in her ear again. "Harder, please," was the soft response. Daddy complied, smacking her other butt cheek, harder but still not as hard as Red was used to. "Harder," Miss Cobbles said a bit louder. Another smack, now hard enough that the sound rang in the silence, and Miss Cobbles's body rocked with the blow. "Oh yes, please. Harder," Miss Cobbles said. Her voice was louder, and clear, and Red could hear a tremble in it. Daddy pulled his hand back, and brought it down with great force on Miss Cobbles's butt. Red watched as the woman's body shook with the blow. Miss Cobbles yelped when it hit, then moaned loudly. "Fuck," she whimpered. "Harder." Daddy straightened up, and said in a clear voice, "what was that?" "Harder," Miss Cobbles said in a shaky but louder voice. "What harder?" daddy asked back, rubbing the spot where her white flesh was starting to turn pink. "Hit me harder." "Hit you harder? Is that what you want, slut?" Daddy's voice was similar to the ‘voice' that he used to control Red, but subtly different. "Yes." Miss Cobbles was pleading in a breaking voice now. "Spank me. Mark me. Beat me like the slut I am!" Red didn't understand. Miss Cobbles had just asked her daddy to beat her. To mark her. Red didn't know what she meant by that. She turned to grandmama behind her, and asked with a concerned voice. "What did she do to get spanked?" "Nothing. Shhh, little one. Sometimes, even good girls get spanked." Red turned back. Daddy had taken a deep breath, and let it out slowly. Then he squared his shoulders, and pulled his hand back, and began. His first blow was just as hard as the last one, making Miss Cobbles yelp and her body quiver. Then he hit again, and again, and again. He settled into a good rhythm, the blows landing regularly, and in various places across her upturned ass. Miss Cobbles would yelp with each blow, but soon it all blended into a long moaning yell, deep in her throat. Her bound breasts would sway with the rhythm of the beating, and her large nipples were being dragged back and forth across the carpet, raising to large hard nubs. Red didn't think that daddy could spank that hard, but the smacks seemed to get slowly harder as he went on. Miss Cobbles started to gasp for breath, never silent, and her face became very red, but not as red as her ass was becoming. Daddy continued to beat the woman's ass for what Red thought was a very long time, far longer than he had ever punished her. But eventually, he stopped, and stood up. He walked around Miss Cobbles's bound form, stretching his legs and windmilling the arm that had been spanking her for the past several minutes. The woman was gasping for breath; whimpering and shuddering. Her face and neck were beet red, and her upturned ass seemed to glow. Red thought she could almost feel the heat coming off it. "Please," Miss Cobbles voice was so shaky you could barely understand her. "Please don't stop. Finish me. I'm such a slut, please please please whip me." Daddy smiled, although Miss Cobbles couldn't see it. He kneeled again, only this time he had the leather strap in his hand. He doubled it over, and tested it in his hands for a moment, then he pulled it back, and drew it across the woman's ass. The sound it made was enormous. The ringing sounds of daddy's hand were like quiet giggles next this. Miss Cobbles didn't just yelp, she cried out, but the cry morphed into a loud sexual groan at the end. The stripe of skin where the strap had landed turned white again, and didn't have time to to change back to red before daddy bought the strap down again. Daddy used the strap several times, then stopped again. Red could see what looked like angry red welts starting to form. Miss Cobbles was going to be bruised from the bare handed spanking she had gotten, but the strap was going really leave marks. Is that what she meant by ‘mark me'? Red wondered to herself. Miss Cobbles looked like she was about to cry, but her moans were of a highly aroused woman. Her whole body trembled and shook, and if it weren't for the rope, she probably would have collapsed. "More?" daddy asked in a clear voice. "Fuck. Yes, please," Miss Cobbles whimpered in response. "How much more?" "Make me cum for you," was the answer. Red didn't have time to ponder the fact that Miss Cobbles wanted to cum from being spanked with a strap, or even that someone could cum from being spanked, before daddy fell into a new rhythm. He didn't seem to hold anything back, whipping the poor ass presented before him with blow after blow from the heavy leather. He never hit the same spot twice, instead spreading the blows from the top of her ass down to the tops of her thighs. Red's ears rang with the peal of Miss Cobbles's flesh being beat, and she had the strange feeling of arousal as she watched the woman's bound body quiver and shake while it rocked with the blows. Miss Cobbles was moaning continuously now, and she was definitely crying; tears streaming out of her eyes down into the carpet and wetness forming on her lip under her nose. Through it all, Red picked up the scent of aroused pussy. It wasn't one she recognized. She had a good sense of smell, and she knew her own, as well as Venetia's and grandmama's, and Nurse Cam's. But this must have been coming from poor Miss Cobbles. How can she be dripping that much from this? Red asked herself. But soon Miss Cobbles's groans and cries turned into a wail. She was screaming, incoherently, and her body had become rigid under the never ending blows from the strap. And then, out of the blue, her body jerked, and clear liquid sprayed from between her legs across the carpet. It went at least three feet. She jerked again, and sprayed again. Then a third time, and a fourth, and finally the fifth had changed to a large dribble. Red gasped at the sight, as daddy stopped and put the strap down. He got up slowly; his knees must have been sore from kneeling all that time, and made his way to sit and rest on the couch with a sigh, next to Red and grandmama. He just left Miss Cobbles quivering and sobbing on the floor, still tied tightly, her round ass a abstract pattern of red, purple, and maroon. Red could just make out a line of girl cum hanging out from where her pussy was. Grandmama whispered in Red's ear, "You've never seen a real squirter before, have you?" "No, grandmama," Red said in a small voice. Grandmama smiled and squeezed Red, then shifted her over to her daddy's lap. Daddy's cock wasn't very hard, but it wasn't soft. She knew that that meant that he found what he had done exciting, but not really enough so to make him really hard. Red settled down next to him with her legs over his lap, and reached down between them to grasp and massage his cock. Grandmama turned to the Huntsman, where he sat next to her with his large cock hard and erect in her hand. "Your turn." The Huntsman smiled, and lifted himself from the couch. He picked up a wooden bar like a broomstick, and walked over to Miss Cobbles, and kneeled in front of her. Miss Cobbles didn't seemed to have been noticed. He reached down and slipped the bar between her back and elbows, then lifted her by it. She finally looked towards him. Her face was covered with tears and cum, and her nose was running. Her eyes were bleary and bloodshot, and her breathing was ragged and deep. But the Huntsman simply took hold of her chin, and positioned her head so he could push his cock into her mouth. Miss Cobbles didn't hungrily gobble at it like she had daddy's cock, but she opened her mouth to allow him in, and her cheeks caved in as she sucked. Now Red's daddy had a nice sized cock. It wasn't too big, but it was not small either. It was bigger than average, or at least the average of what Red had seen at grandmama's parties. As Red and Venetia would giggle to each other, it was ‘just big enough'. But the Huntsman's cock was a different matter. It was larger by far than any other cock Red had seen. It was so big that Red would barely have been about to wrap her hand around it if she had been allowed to touch it, and tip came up to just past his belly button. Very few women could get all of it into their pussies, let alone their mouths. Most of the girls that Red had seen sucking it had just gotten their lips around the great mushroom head and left it at that. But Miss Cobbles opened her jaw wide, and the great cock slid into her mouth slowly. The Huntsman held her head by the chin, supporting her body by the great iron collar, and pushed his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth and throat. Red had been impressed with Miss Cobbles ability to swallow all of her daddy's cock, but she found herself holding her breath as she waited for the Huntsman to stop. He didn't. Miss Cobbles made a choking noise around the organ in her mouth as she obviously gagged, and her throat convulsed. But then Red gasped as she saw the woman's neck enlarge as the cock slid down her throat. She was swallowing it deep down, and Red could see it as it pushed her neck open with its size. Soon, the Huntsman's cock had disappeared all the way into Miss Cobbles's mouth and throat, and once again her nose was buried in pubic hair and her chin was mashed against balls. Red could see how her eyes watered with the sensation, and she obviously couldn't breathe. The Huntsman stood still for a moment, and let go of Miss Cobbles. She stayed there, her upper body held up by the giant cock in her mouth and throat. He then grabbed her hair just as daddy had done, and pulled his cock out part way. He pulled it out far enough that her neck returned to normal and Red could hear her gasping for breath. His cock was shiny with spit, and Red could see how Miss Cobbles sucked it and worked her tongue against it in her mouth. "She's such a greedy cocksucker," grandmama comment to the others on the couch. "She's greedy in general," daddy responded. "Doesn't that hurt her?" Red asked as she watched the Huntsman start to slowly fuck Miss Cobbles's throat. "It would normally," grandmama replied. "But not as much as the spanking. And because she just got the spanking and came because of it, she's feeling pain differently. Your daddy knows how to build up the pain so it's not as bad. And she likes it." "Okay," Red said, though she didn't fully understand. The Huntsman was sliding his cock in and out of Miss Cobbles's mouth and throat with long, slow strokes. His wasn't fucking her as hard or as fast as daddy had earlier, but you could see his cock slide in and out of her throat by the way her neck would grow and shrink. Tears streamed down her face, she would gasp for breath every time she could get one, and then would gag and choke softly on the massive cock. Spit dripped from her mouth and the great cock fucking it. But she never complained or made a move like she wanted it to stop. Her large nipples were still hard as rocks where they hung, and Red could still smell the heady aroma of her wet pussy. Soon the Huntsman seemed to have his fill of fucking her mouth, and withdrew his cock from the woman. He lifted her body up so she was kneeling again, like she had been at the beginning. Her chest heaved and spit ran down from her chin. Her face was a blotchy red mess, but she had that sex hungry look again as she watched the Huntsman's cock glisten as it stood up from his body. "Mad'am?" the Huntsman said as he turned to grandmama. She smiled and rose from the couch, leaving Red to sit and caress her daddy's cock. She went to one of the dressers and got a small box, then came to kneel behind Miss Cobbles. She took from the box a clip with a large weight from it, and reached around to clip it onto a big brown nipple. Miss Cobbles hissed as she did this,, then groaned as grandmama let the weight pull the bound breast down toward the ground. She took another clip and weight and attached them to the other nipple. Again, another hiss, and an ever louder groan as the weight hung down. The Huntsman lowered her body back down until it was almost horizontal, and the weights hung just above the carpet, holding her up by the bar.. Daddy lifted Red off his lap and stood up, pulling her with him. He guided her around until they were standing where they could see Miss Cobbles's very wet and swollen pussy. The fat outer lips were a dull red, and the bright red inner lips were engorged and poking out from inside. Her pussy was very, very wet, as was the backs and insides of her thighs, from when she had cum before. And her ass was already starting to show horrid looking bruises under the multiple welts from her beating. "I want you to be able to see," daddy told Red quietly. The huntsman held Miss Cobbles in place while grandmama took out another weight from the box. She pinched a bit of flesh in one meaty outer lip, and clipped the weight to it. Miss Cobbles didn't hiss, but went "Ahhh..." as the clip bit the tender flesh. But then she moaned as the weight pulled her pussy part way open. Grandmama took another weight and clipped it to the other side, and when she was done the weights had pulled Miss Cobble's pussy open enough that Red could see cream flowing out of her opening. Grandmama took two slightly smaller weights and clipped them to the bright red inner lips, so they were pulled open and stretched also. Then she got yet another clip and weight from the box, and attached it to the hard bright clit that peeked out from its hood. Miss Cobbles yelped when the clip bit her little nubbin, and groaned as the weight pulled on it. Red could hear the need for release in her voice. She couldn't remember hearing that much arousal in anyone's voice. But grandmama wasn't done. Out from the box came a small metal butt plug, which had a ring for a handle. It was slid quickly and without ceremony into Miss Cobbles small puckered ass. Then a chain was attached to the ring on back of the collar, and pulled so it could be attached to the ring on the butt plug. The chain was long enough that it could reach, but short enough that Miss Cobbles had to hold her head up and look forward, else the chain would tug the butt plug into a hard angle inside her.. Grandmama moved away, and she and Red and daddy returned to the couch. The huntsman held Miss Cobbles by the bar at her back, and pulled her body a little upright. He kneeled behind her and positioned his great erection at her distended pussy. He bent forward over her body, and Red could barely hear what he said. "Scream for me. Scream like the slut you are." With that he sank his massive prick into her in one quick jab. All the way to hilt. He fucked into her body with such force that the weights on her nipples swayed and bucked and pulled the distended breasts to and fro. Miss Cobbles did what she was told and screamed as he opened her up. The she begged in a hoarse voice, "Oh god, please fuck me hard. Fuck me like a slut." And then he was. Red had never seen anyone fuck anyone as hard as the Huntsman fucked Miss Cobbles. He held the two ends of the rod, and rocked his hips back and forth, working the full length of his massive cock in and out of the poor woman. His muscular hips smacked into her ass, regardless of the great red welts that covered it. Her body quaked with the onslaught, waves moving out from her ass with each thrust. Her weighted breasts swung in time with his thrusts, and her skin was covered with sweat. True to her instructions, Miss Cobbles screamed. She screamed like a beast as she was assaulted; spittle dribbling out from her mouth. Red had never heard such an animal like wail during sex. The Huntsman lost himself in the act, and Red could see that he was close to cumming. He always seemed so calm and composed during sex, even when we spurting white cum across the room, but this was the first time she had seen him disappear into the act of fucking like other people would. In no time at all he added his deep howl to Miss Cobbles screams, and held himself deep inside her. Red could see his butt clench as he pumped his load into her. The feeling of being filled with his seed sent Miss Cobbles over the edge, and her scream turned to an orgasmic howl as her body shook with release. Red didn't know if she would have squirted again, because she was plugged up with the Huntsman's spurting cock. The two of them came together for what seemed like an hour, then they both were still. The Huntsman lowered her body to the ground and pulled the bar from her arms as they softly shook with aftershocks. Grandmama quietly walked back over to them, and the Huntsman pulled himself out. His cock was softening but still large, and a long line of cum and juice connected it to Miss Cobbles for almost a foot. He took a deep breath, then reached forward to gently remove the weights from the pussy in front of him. The Huntsman and grandmama gently and tenderly removed everything from Miss Cobbles. The weights came first; she hissed softly as they were released. Then the collar, chain, and plug. Finally they slowly unwrapped the ropes from her body. Her skin was red and raw looking, and Red didn't think her boobs would ever be the same. During this, Miss Cobbles barely moved a muscle. She seemed calm and serene underneath the tears, sweat, spit and cum covering her face. The hungry look was gone, and her eyes were closed. She looked peaceful. When all the bonds were gone, the huntsman rolled her still form into his arms and lifted her as if she was a doll. He carried her to the great bed, and set her down very gently and lovingly. Then he climbed onto the bed and snuggled up behind her, wrapping her up in his arms as grandmama covered them with a warm blanket. Miss Cobbles sighed contentedly, like a baby snuggling to a parent, and seem to have drifted away. Red had been told about "aftercare", so she knew that that must be what it meant. Grandmama held her fingers to her lips and she climbed into bed to cuddle with the couple from the front. Daddy had led her into a side room for them to sleep, and let Red ride him until the pent up need from watching was gone, and then they had gone to sleep. Back in the present, Red sighed in her bed, squeezing the cream between her thighs that had leaked from her as remembered the night. She remembered the previous day with a start. The tails, her crying out, a day of playing with daddy and Venetia, then having to watch daddy turning into a wolf man and fuck foxy Venetia as her punishment. She reached up and felt her face: no whiskers and her normal ears. She squeezed the plug with her butt, and realized that the tail had turned back into the plug in her ass as she slept. She sighed loudly. She was horny. She had been sent to bed horny and had morning-dreamed about sex all morning. Her ass was plump with the plug, and her pussy was dripping. Her need for sex burned in her like a low, bight fire. And she still had her collar on, and needed to see what daddy wanted her to do. So she crawled out of bed and went to find him.