Chantelle’s Punishment

Chantelle and the Butt Plug





I shifted uncomfortably behind the cash register, trying to pay attention to what the customer was saying. I was distracted by a few things. The nipples on top of my tiny breasts were hard enough to cut glass and showed through my bra and the thin dress I was wearing. My pussy was wet enough that it had soaked through my thong, making them uncomfortable and I was sure that everyone in the store could smell how turned on I was.



But the main source of distraction was the little purple plug stuck up my asshole, reminding me of its presence every time I moved. It had been in for four hours, and it would be another four before my shift finished and I could take it out. I wasn’t even allowed to take a bathroom break so I could masturbate and relive the tension building in my body. I thought back to this morning and how I ended up like this…



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After I met up with daddy for som mind blowing sex earlier in the week, he had me give him the spare key to my car. He didn’t tell my why he needed it, and spanked me when I asked. I found out why he needed it when I opened my car door to go to work this morning. On the drivers seat was a small wrapped box and a card on top addressed to ‘Pet’ which is what daddy called me.



I opened the letter.



“Dear Pet;



Inside the box you will find a new butt plug, along with some lube. When you get to the mall, before you start work, you will go to the toilets. Inside the stall you will lube up the plug and insert it into your ass. I suggest using the toilet before you do so, as you will not be allowed to remove the plug for any reason during your shift.



You are also not allowed to touch your cunt no matter how wet you get or how turned on you are. Once your shift is over, you are to text me and beg permission to touch yourself and remove the plug.



Good Luck;



Daddy”



I opened the box and found the plug, along with a small bottle of lube.