Kiki's Chastity Belt

It was the last week of May, and between the final few days of school and the start of summer vacation, Kiki found herself wishing it couldn’t have come faster. Though to be honest, even if she was glad to finally be out, it wasn’t really that much of a break. Her parents were always eager for her to learn, and against the endless activities they signed her up for, there was hardly any time for herself. Both to relax, and also to think about the chastity belt locked around her waist, which really just meant that besides the distant sense of frustration that always seemed to linger between her legs at night, there was nothing for her to worry about, was there?

Right… if only the world worked that way. Sometimes, she should really learn how to stop jinxing herself when it came to such things. Especially given the types of punishments her father liked to hand out, and so as the very first day of her upcoming tennis lessons came around, it was with a great deal of misery that she found herself bent over the edge of the kitchen counter with the back of her skirt lifted above her waist.

Hesitantly, Kiki bit down. In front of her was her report card. Three A’s in total for English, Chemistry, and PE. After that came her two B’s for Social Studies and then Geography, which was hardly that surprising since nobody really liked that class. But even though her father knew this and let her get away with it, there was no way for her to ignore the single red C at the bottom that reflected her abysmal grade in Math. And so even as she stared down at the rough pattern of the marble laid out in front of her, there was nothing she could do as he reached over to pull her panties aside to expose the tight little ring of her anus.

Poke… poke… poke…

Kiki groaned. The feeling of being played with back there was awful like always. Even more so as the familiar bottle of lubrication made an appearance, and she curled her hands together into a fist. If this took any longer, she thought, then they were definitely going to end up late. But it wasn’t like it was her fault either way, was it? Or that she even had to care. Her father would probably just make up some excuse about being stuck in traffic, and the instructor would simply go along with it as if they hadn’t managed to miss most of her first day.

“How many times?” he said.

“Pardon?” said Kiki.

A moment later though, it was with a rather embarrassing look that she quickly put her head back down. In hindsight, it was obvious what he meant.

“How many times do you want to be spanked today,” he said, “I’m going to leave that part for later after we get back home, but that doesn't mean you can get out of it."

“I...,” said Kiki.

“Or do you think that just the usual punishment is enough for today?” he said.

There was another embarrassing movement as he spread her apart a little more, and Kiki let out a whine. It was hard not to grit her teeth against the feeling of her muscles being stretched, and shifting her feet she took a deep breath. Already, she could feel her clit poking out from underneath its hood, and the last thing she wanted was to think about was the weight of her chastity belt in between her legs.

“Twenty strokes?” she said.

“Only twenty?” said her father, “Do you think that’s enough?”

“Twenty-five then,” said Kiki. And then turning the numbers over again before he could say anything else, “One for each point I missed on the test. Because I got a seventy-five overall, and I know you said it doesn’t count like that, but just five more points would have made a B, and well…”

Gradually, she trailed off. Was that enough? It had to be, and in the brief moment of silence that followed it was almost like she was waiting in line for her execution. All the while, the fingers continued to move against her as her father poked at the very center of her ring. Oh, how she hated the feeling of having her life in someone else’s hands. Especially as he looked down at her, and the feeling wasn’t made any better as he leaned in to examine the softly puckered ridges of her anus. Bit by bit the stimulation pressed inward, and by the time he finally spoke again it was almost as if the entire world was watching.

Though whether it was from being examined like this, or the fact that she could just about feel the very first signs of something hot and sticky leaking down the inside of her thighs was better off unsaid.

“Twenty-five it is then,” he said shortly, “But only if you manage not to clench.”

“Or else…,” said Kiki.

“Or else I’ll get the ginger, and then we’ll see how many times it takes for you to get it right,” he said, “Alternatively, there’s also the cream. Just a couple of drops should do the trick. Though considering that I had to hold your hands out of the way the last time…”

“No, not that!” said Kiki quickly, “Just the ginger, please.”

“Are you sure?” he said, “It’s going to burn quite a lot.”

“Yes, I’m sure!” she said, “That way you won’t have to take out the brush, and I promise I won’t clench no matter what, so you don’t have to do it there, okay?”

It was with a rather panicked look that she started to rise up. In response, however, the only thing that happened was for the fingers to move in even closer, and gripping down even tighter with her hands she tried everything she could to clear her head. Though despite her best attempt there was no way for her to avoid thinking about the memory, and holding onto the opposite edge of the kitchen counter she shuddered in vain.

Like, how was she supposed to know that the innocent looking blend of aphrodisiacs would have such a potent effect when applied to her down there. Or that the effects would end up sticking around for the next couple of days, and against several months of denial bottled up inside, trying to fall asleep with her pajamas soaked through had been one of the worst experiences of her life. But oh well. It wasn’t as if she would have to make that decision for another couple of hours at least. Not until they were back home from her tennis lessons, and as the fingers moved against her a couple more times to ensure that her bottom was thoroughly lubricated, she bit down hard on her lips.

Here it was, she thought. This was the first part of the punishment. Following that was the sound of a zipper being undone, and she tried not to whine as she felt something stiff poking against her back there.

“Hold still,” said her father, “The less you fight it, the easier it’ll be.”

“I’m trying,” groaned Kiki, “It’s not going in.”

“Are you relaxing yourself properly then?” he said, “Doesn’t seem like it to me.”

“I don’t-…,” said Kiki.

“Or do you think that I’m going to let you go just because it’s been a while since you last took it with your rear?” he said.

He glanced down at her with a scolding look, and past that was another wave of shame. Another determined push saw a little more success though, and forcing herself to stay still she desperately tried to let him in. Was he always this big? Or was it just the result of her body tightening up in response to her fear. Though no matter how hard she tried there was no denying her feelings as he reached over with his fingers to pull at her cheeks, and as the familiar presence of his member finally started to slip past the tightness of her anus, she bit down hard as she grit her teeth.

Ow… that hurt. Like always though, despite how much she hated it, the feeling wasn’t entirely foreign. It had only been a couple of weeks since her last Purity Assessment after all, which really just meant that it was business as usual as she set her head down against the coolness of the surface. But just because she had already been through it a hundred times before, that didn’t mean she should just bend over and accept it, should she? Was she so used to it by now that her mind had completely given in?

Thrust… thrust… thrust…

Slowly, she curled her fingers together again. It was a question that she really didn’t want to answer right now. Especially as the movement started to pick up, and shifting her feet apart a little more she took a deep breath. Like that, it was almost like she was looking down at herself from above as the frustration rose up from deep in between her legs. Along with the tiny little nub of her clit hidden away at the top of her slit, but never mind that. The less she let her desires show, she thought to herself, the faster it would end. And from the way he was already starting to swell up inside of her, surely it wouldn’t take him long now, would it?

…only that no matter how hard she tried, with the stimulation coming from entirely the wrong place, there was nothing she could do to push herself over the edge. Kiki groaned as she lay there against the countertop. Each thrust only caused her nipples to rub even more against the surface, and she closed her eyes in frustration. Especially as her father bottomed out inside of her with the entire length of his member buried against the deepest point of her rear, and the moment he hit a certain angle inside of her so that he was pressing against her womb through the thin layer of flesh in between, it was like her entire world came crashing down all at once.

“Oh!” she said.

And then several more things as well as her clit let out a twitch. Following that was another spasm of emptiness, and she whined at the red hot sense of desire building up within. Why, oh, why did he always have to use her like this? Aside from the obvious reason that is. Like sure, it wasn’t as if he could use her other hole up front since her chastity belt was in the way, but compared to the softness of her mouth which had been well and thoroughly trained, why couldn’t he just accept the usual routine of forcing her down onto her knees? Because it just didn’t feel as good? Or was it simply because he wanted to see her bent over in front of him with every last inch of her body on display?

Thrust… thrust… thrust…

Slowly, the punishment continued. So too did the heaviness inside of her as she clung to the edge. Back and forth, over and over again as she tried everything she could to hold in her voice, and by the time they were most of the way through she could already feel the very first signs of an orgasm she wasn't allowed to have.

The torment hardly seemed to matter a moment later though as her father pushed forward one last time, and as he buried himself all the way up to the hilt, it was only a matter of time before she felt the very first streams of something hot flowing out into her rear. Was he finally…? Biting down on her lips, Kiki grit her teeth. The only good part about this was that at least it was almost over now. Already, she could feel him stiffening up inside of her, and as a second shot hit her walls to join the first, it was all she could do not to shiver against the heat of the air.

“Oh yeah, that’s it,” he panted, “Tighten up for me, just like that.”

His hands reached over to give her one last squeeze, and in response she tried her best. It was all she could do now. Wearily, she brought her legs together before lifting up her waist, and it was hard not to notice how his voice seemed to soften with the pleasure of his ejaculation. Or how little of her movements he seemed to notice at this point, and thinking over the last couple of times it was always like this near the end. Once he had taken his pleasure from her with little to no thought for her own satisfaction, it was simply back to business as usual as he pulled his member out of her rear. Which happened just a couple of moments later as she milked him for the last of his seed, though not for long though as he reached over for the training plug to keep it trapped within.

Slowly the toy pressed downward, and Kiki tried not to whine as the fullness slid into place. Underneath her chastity belt, her clit continued to throb uselessly at the top of her slit. So too did the emptiness inside her tunnel along with the tender mass of her g-spot, and after giving her one last pat in between her legs where her vagina was, her father reached over to pull her panties back up into place.

It was over, she thought. It was over at last. Now she just had to wait for him to do it all over once they got back home again.

“Ready to go now?” he said.

“I-…,” said Kiki.

It was with a rather casual expression that he held out his hand, and wearily she pushed herself up. Right, of course. Wiping away her tears, she tried to ignore the heat coming off her face. And the pointed end of her nipples poking through her shirt, though against the silent passage of time it was already starting to feel as if none of it had ever happened. Especially as he reached over for her tennis racket along with the water they packed, and following him over to the car parked outside she carefully climbed into the backseat.

Between her legs, the plug pressed uncomfortably into her bottom as she sat down. Doing her best to hide it, Kiki reached over to pull her seatbelt into place. Prim and proper, she thought, just the way she was supposed to be. Even if for some reason that was hard to explain, she really didn’t feel like spending the next several hours running around with an entire load of semen trapped inside her rear. Though it wasn’t like it really mattered, since what else was she supposed to do? Complain to the instructor that she couldn’t complete her lessons today because of something like this? Which really just made her think that maybe if she did a good enough job, her father would finally let her pick her schedule for next year.

And this time, she thought to herself miserably, there was no way she was ever going to miss one of her homework assignments ever again. If not because of her grades, then because she really didn’t want to experience another afternoon of frustration bent over the edge of the kitchen counter with her bottom filled to the brim.