Brent, Male, 34

	- Narrator, father of Orchid, Dahlia's fiance

	- Tan white skin, 5'10, 175lbs, shoulder-length curly brown hair

Orchid, Female, 13

	- Daughter of Brent

	- Pale white skin, 5'9, 145lbs, mid-back length nearly-black hair

Dahlia, Female, 36

	- Mother of Lily, Brent's fiance, 19 weeks pregnant

	- Tan white skin, 5'9, 155lbs, 38D breasts, shoulder-length wavy brown hair, green eyes

Lily (Lilian), Female, 10

	- Daughter of Dahlia

	- Dark-tan skin, 4'7, 70lbs, mid-back wavy brown hair, dark eyes, Native American features

Maria, Female, 19

	- Owner of Maria's Guest House, 19 weeks pregnant

	- Mocha-brown skin, Latina, 5'8, 150lbs, shoulder-length dark-brown silky hair

One of the things about living so far out from the rest of civilization is that we don't get package deliveries brought right to our front door. We had a mailbox, several miles down our driveway and the rough, dirt access roads which led to the house, and we also owned a PO Box at the post office in town for packages too large to delivery to our mailbox. With the two-day shipping of Orchid's new outfits, I got a notification on Wednesday that they had arrived, and Dahlia and I drove to town to retrieve it and do some shopping.

After Orchid had put in the two items she wanted, I'd edited the order to include a third one which she'd clearly wanted, but the price was well above the others and I think my daughter excluded it from consideration at that point. It was a sexy princess outfit which included a light-blue dress, a small tiara, white stockings to match the silky white panties and bra underneath. The model looked delicious in all the photos, and I was certain my daughter would be even more beautiful. I decided the outfit would be a nice Christmas present and added it to the order.

The package was waiting for us and we headed on to the butcher nearby where we picked up some fresh bacon, a large rack of beef ribs, and a few nice cuts of filet mignon for Orchid's birthday dinner. We stocked up on other cuts which we could put in the deep freezer for the days, and likely weeks, when the weather kept us from being able to make it down the ridge.

After a trip to the grocery store, Dahlia noticed a small shop which had just opened where an old bookstore used to sit on its own lot near the edge of town. A bright pink sign read Novelties and she prompted me to pull in. I'd seen a few adult shops in my life, and the spare decorations in the window suggested this was just such a place.

The outside was tame compared to the inside. Lettering on the door called the store Pleasures and More! It wasn't a seedy or otherwise unsavory sort of shop, just explicit and open about the products it sold. The proprietress, Sandra, met us as we looked at a wall covered with packaged vibrators, dildos, and other sex toys, introducing herself as the owner. The woman appeared to be in her early-40s, was moderately built, not tall or short, not overweight or under, wearing a tight pink and brown, leather and lace bodice, tight black slacks below. Her dark-red hair was pulled back into a ponytail, a few bangs left dangling over her pale, lightly-freckled face sparkling with green eyes.

“Anything I can help you with today?” she asked in a friendly manner.

“Just looking for the moment,” Dahlia responded, “did you just open?”

“Two days ago, yes ma'am. Exciting to finally get to do this!”

“You have a lovely selection,” Dahlia said gleefully, “we were just talking about adding some new things to our play time.”

Sandra smiled, “well, that's why I'm here! Anything in particular?”

Dahlia shrugged, and I suggested, “a starter crop, perhaps?”

“Over here!” The woman's enthusiasm quickly overcame any sense of embarrassment I might have displayed. It was hard to feel out of place with Sandra so eager to show us her wares.

She pulled a couple of leather crops out of a display case and laid them on the counter. “These are great for just starting out. Good reach, not too hard, gives enough not to hurt someone while you figure out what you like. I've used this one myself,” she said, picking up one and giving it a quick flick, “loads of fun.”

I took it from her and turned it over a couple of times, “er,” I stammered, “hard to know if we'll like it if there's no way to try it out first.”

Sandra laughed, saying, “go ahead. No one else in here, and I can turn my back if you'd rather I not see.”

Dahlia didn't hesitate, “no need, we're not shy.” She leaned over the counter and presented her ass to me, her dark slacks pulled tightly and showing her panty lines.

I took a step away and gave it a flick, snapping it lightly against Dahlia's ass. I tried it again, and saw Sandra smiling. She asked, “would you like a quick lesson?”

Dahlia nodded and I handed the crop to Sandra. The shop owner said, “Hold it here, then this is the action you want.” She flicked it and struck Dahlia's butt with a snap.

My fiance jerked just slightly, and when Sandra did it again, Dahlia let out a short sound of pleasure and said, “mmm... I like that...”

Sandra slapped her butt again, a little harder, and Dahlia purred her enjoyment. The crop back in my hand, I tried to match Sandra's flicking and was rewarded with Dahlia's grunt and a wiggle of her ass. I had no doubt my lover's panties were starting to grow wet.

Dahlia rose straight and said, “you do that much more and I'm not gonna want you to stop until... mmm.”

Sandra laughed again, “I do love having a business where pleasure is the goal. I think you're gonna like this crop a lot.”

I nodded, “we're also looking for a paddle of some sort.”

She showed us a few choices, and as before, I tried them out on Dahlia a time or two, though Sandra didn't offer to demonstrate. Perhaps I had the technique down (and Dahlia's flushed face and faster breathing suggested I had,) or perhaps the woman knew how to walk up to the line without suggesting something more was happening than her being good at her job.

We picked out a glass dildo similar to the one we'd given Lily on her tenth birthday, and I admit I'd have loved to have tried that out on Dahlia right then and there, but that wasn't something Sandra suggested, and of course, as the sign on the wall read Once Opened or Used, Toys Are Not Returnable.

Dahlia picked out stockings and tried on fancy heels while I stepped over to the case which held items specifically for men. “Never tried one of those,” I said, pointing to the various cock rings. “Suggestions?”

“Well,” Sandra said with professionalism, “for men who have stamina problems or issues with erections, they are a godsend.”

“Not currently an issue of mine, thankfully,” I replied, trying not to sound like I was overcompensating.

“They also can delay ejaculation and I've had lovers tell me they enhance the orgasm.”

I grinned. “Hard to imagine how much more intense they can get.”

Sandra laughed, “Yeah, well, I'm just repeating what I've been told.” She glanced past me to where Dahlia was admiring a pair of red stiletto heels she'd put on. Sandra said quietly, “Might not recommend she get those just yet. She's pregnant, yes?”

Dahlia's had removed her coat when we came in, and her blouse clearly showed the slight bulge over her abdomen, but it wasn't so obvious that it was bulging from pregnancy. I asked, “how did you know?”

Sandra smiled, “intuition, I guess. Pheromones, maybe. Always had a knack for that.” She turned back to me and said, “anyway, those heels are a bad idea for a couple of reasons. They make falls rather likely, and her feet will not be the same size over the next few months, and I'd hate for her to be unable to wear them comfortably.”

“I'll talk to her in a moment,” I replied.

“So,” Sandra said, eying me a moment, “cock rings...”

“I'd love to try one. Uh... how do I pick?”

“Mostly, it's about size and the flexibility of the ring. If you know your full girth, I've got a chart here.”

She handed me the sheet and I looked it over. “Honestly,” I told her, “I'd mostly be guessing...”

“Here,” Sandra said, handing me a tape measure and a tissue, “there's a changing room in the back. Please put the tissue around your penis so I don't have to send you away with the tape, as well. Hand sanitizer is in there, use that afterwards.”

I took the items and went into the changing room. Pulling my jeans down, I stroked myself a moment until I was fully hard. I wrapped the tissue around my cock and quickly measured my girth, then righted my pants and rubbed the sanitizer on my hands.

“Got it,” I told Sandra as I handed her the tape measure back. I eyeballed the chart and said, “so these look about right, then?”

Sandra noted where I pointed and grabbed two packages from the counter. Each held a set of two rings, slightly different sizes in each. The sets differed in material, one a firm rubber the other more pliable variety. “You'll want to try out the sizes and types to see what feels right. Either should work great.”

I accepted her suggestion and added both packs to our growing list of items. Dahlia walked over, the heels no longer on her feet. “I'll get a pair like that one day,” she told us, “not today, though. My feet are a little swollen today.”

Sandra nodded knowingly, and said, “anything else I could show you?”

I hesitated, catching Dahlia's eyes a second before saying, “we, uh... we might like to find something for our... lovers, as well.” I carefully did not mention that our daughters were included. “Any... ideas?”

“Men or women or both?”

“Women,” Dahlia added quickly.

I saw an unspoken question in Sandra's eye, but she didn't voice whatever she was thinking. “Great. If the ladies like to play together... have you tried one of these?” She reached behind her and pulled a package off the shelf. “Feeldoes are amazing.”

She handed the package to Dahlia and we looked it over while Sandra explained. “No need for straps or harnesses, you use your vaginal muscles to hold onto the shorter end, and then you can use it as if you had a penis.” She looked at us, and for the first time, I noticed Sandra appeared flushed. “Trust me, your lovers will enjoy using this.”

I smiled at Dahlia, “I think this is an excellent idea. Uh,” I realized I had to be careful in asking specifics, “one of our lovers is rather petite. Are these one-size fits all sorts of toys?”

Sandra grabbed another package and showed us a different version. “This one's made for smaller women. About the same phallus size, but the part held inside is smaller for those who can't so comfortably take the regular size.”

“Perfect,” Dahlia responded. “We'll take both.” She glanced at me, “as much as I'd love to stay here all day, we do have groceries and a long drive.”

I nodded, “we'll take the lot we've selected then.”

Sandra beamed as she rang us up, asking, “you said you have a long drive, where do you live?”

“Up the mountains to the north,” I replied, “just bought a piece of property and built a house there. Hard to believe it, but we've only been there a few weeks. It already feels like home.”

“Wonderful!” Sandra said, handing me the credit card slip to sign. “Listen, you two seem like nice people and might be up for another business I'm just starting up here. I'm new to Roanoke, but when I lived in Buffalo, I ran a toy party business and I've already begun getting one set up here.”

“Toy party?” Dahlia asked as I passed the slip back to Sandra.

“Not an orgy, if that's what you're thinking!” Sandra said with a laugh, “No, I get to bring a few people in and show off the newest toys and accessories. It's R-rated, not X, nothing too out-there which might attract the morality police. But it's a load of fun. Usually, it's ladies only, but I've done parties where the men were invited, too.” She turned over the credit card slip, “If you would like, you can jot down your number and I'll give you a call when the first party is scheduled.”

Dahlia smiled, “sounds like fun. And perhaps you'd like to come up and visit us sometime, Sandra. We've got a pool and a hot tub, though it might be getting too cold for either.”

“I'd love to!” Sandra said eagerly, “I know only a few people here so far, please let me know when you would like to have me.”

She thanked us for our purchases and for being so nice, and we practically skipped out of the store to race home.

- - -

We put the Feeldoes away for the moment, deciding they made excellent Christmas presents for Lily and Maria. The toys and other items we took to our bedroom since we hadn't yet planned out the playroom and didn't want such things out in the open during Dahlia's sister's visit in a few days.

We did show the girls what we'd bought other than the Feeldoes, and they were both interested and excited to see them in action. I promised we'd share them soon, but first, Dahlia and I wanted some one-on-one-time for ourselves.

The amazing thing about our combined family was the lack of much jealousy. I suppose we were just lucky, but any time I wanted to spend time alone with Dahlia, or Orchid, or Maria or Lily, none of the others felt shorted. The same was true when Lily and Dahlia were spending time together, or Orchid and Maria. There was so much love in our family that we didn't need to feel cheated when others wanted special close times with just one of us. The girls respected our wishes and went off to make a pizza while Dahlia and I showered and headed for the bedroom.

“So... what do you want to try first?”

“The crop. Oh, yes, the crop,” Dahlia purred. “That turned me on so much earlier.”

“Was it the crop, or was it Sandra doing it and watching?”

She smiled, “both, I suppose. Here,” she said, pulling her panties out of her crumpled slacks in the hamper, “see?”

Before they were in my hands I could see the creamy discharge in the crotch. If I didn't know better, I'd have thought it was semen, but sometimes Dahlia's pussy started drooling and didn't stop until she'd had a few orgasms. It seems she had been incredibly aroused that day.

I started to sniff them and Dahlia dropped to her knees next to the bed where I sat. My cock bobbed in her hands a moment before she sucked me in, and I inhaled her robust scents and felt myself tingling.

“Hey, you said you wanted the crop,” I protested weakly.

“Couldn't resist,” Dahlia told me before sucking me again.

I let her blow me a moment then pushed her away. “Bad girl.”

“Mmm... me?”

“You.”

She acted shy, covering her breasts and crotch, “What did I do?”

“You know what you did. You creamed your panties today.”

“I couldn't help it... I got excited.”

“I think you need punishment,” I told her, grabbing the crop and getting into our roleplaying. “Bend over, bad girl.”

“Oh, Daddy... be gentle with me,” Dahlia purred, clearly as into this as I was.

It took some willpower not to quickly sink my hard penis into Dahlia's pregnant pussy, but I remembered the crop in my hand and brought it down solidly across her ass. She jerked and said, “Ouch,” in a voice which said I wasn't hitting her hard at all.

I did it again, harder, and the satisfying slap signaled I'd found a more favorable movement. The crop had a flat, spatula-shaped end which left a light red mark on Dahlia's ass. I did it again, and again, moving around her ass to cover her flesh with slightly pink marks. She grunted, jerked, and moaned with each movement.

I saw her fingers between her legs as she started to play with herself, and I smacked her shoulder solidly. “I didn't give you permission to do that. Stop it.”

Her fingers fell away and I could tell she was genuinely reluctant to do so. “Please, Daddy... I need to cum so bad.”

“You'll cum when I'm ready.” I smacked her ass again.

“Yes, Daddy.”

I could see wetness dripping out of her snatch and I had an idea. I grabbed her soiled panties and brought them to her mouth. “Open,” I commanded.

Dahlia didn't hesitate. Her lips parted and she held her mouth open while I pushed the panties, creamy gusset first, against her tongue, letting half of it hang outside.

“Close.” When she did so, I told her, “suck out your cream and swallow it.”

While she made light suckling noises, I returned to snapping the crop against her upturned ass. Her flesh grew angrier. Nothing too bad, and I certainly wasn't looking to bruise or cut her flesh, but I could tell it was both uncomfortable and very welcome.

I landed a slap against Dahlia's pussy and she jumped, letting out a muffled yelp through the panties. She returned to her bent position and I saw her thighs spread wider. She wanted me to do it again.

The crop slapped against her genitals and she cried out. Again, again, I smacked her clit and labia, sending another onto her anus. Each time I did, Dahlia made a sound of pain mixed with pleasure. Each new slap made her grow weaker, her knees soon trembling.

When I thought she was right on the edge of asking for mercy, I told her, “You can cum now.”

Dahlia's fingers shot to her clit, and within seconds, she let out an intense cry of pleasurable release and came as hard as I'd ever seen from her. Her knees buckled and she fell onto the bed on her side, her body shivering and shaking, the panties still hanging from her mouth. I thought I saw a tear or two which had wet her cheeks.

For a few seconds, I thought we'd gone too far and I'd hurt her. Then she pulled the panties from her mouth and started laughing, holding her arms out to me. I fell into them and she kissed my lips hard, her tongue twirling with mine before she pulled back and said, “Oh. My. God. Brent. Oh. My. God.”

“I assume that means you liked that,” I said, amused.

“That... is an understatement. Oh. My. God. I came so fucking hard... like... hard.”

Her hand grazed my cock and she started to stroke me.

“I don't think I could stand right now or do much of anything but lay here for a while...” she told me.

“Keep stroking me like that, and you'll need do nothing else...”

I was so close it surprised me. It had turned me on to dominate and control Dahlia like that. I wasn't overthinking what it meant or analyzing how it might change our relationship, good or bad, but I was incredibly aroused. Just a minute or so of her stroking me and I climaxed, ejaculating hot seed onto Dahlia's bulging stomach. I came in long spurts, emptying my balls against her belly.

We kissed for long moments, then I suggested, “Let's talk about this soon. I loved that so much, and you did, too. We probably need a safe word. Don't ever want to really hurt you, but, taking you to the edge...”

“It was close, Brent. Those last couple of smacks on my pussy hurt. I was so close to orgasm, but it wasn't quite enough to get me over the top. I almost told you I was going to get off whether you gave me permission or not. Almost. But you timed it just right. Another smack or two and I think it might have been too much. Instead... ohmygod.”

I knew we had a new way of being intimate that was very different than anything we'd tried before. It had elements of trust and fear, pain and humiliation, domination and submission, and I'd never experienced anything quite like it. For the moment, I decided not to think too much on it. I was buzzing from orgasm, the thick cum already pooling on the comforter from where it ran off Dahlia's stomach, and Dahlia was clearly satisfied and excited by our play, so we held each other a while before I carefully spread aloe onto her reddish skin and gently pulled a pair of soft, cotton panties onto her body.