I walk down the main street with my hand in Papa Bear’s fingers. I smile when I see my favorite ice cream place and the little bell twinkles as we enter the parlor. The traditional red and white diner aesthetic makes me smile. The white hat wearing employees smile as we take a seat by the window and I look at the menu.
“What would my little bear like?” Papa Bear smiles at me when we sit. “Papa Bear feels like a burger and fries. Maybe a milkshake.”
“Can I have a milkshake?”
“Of course,” Papa Bear strokes my hair and cheek.
A bright and smiley waiter comes over with a pad and a pen. “What can I get ya?”
Papa Bear orders his food and I wait for him to order mine to, but he doesn’t.
“What about you little bear? Go ahead.” His smile is bright and open.
“Umm…” I look at the menu, “Can I have…” I feel the butterfly flutter and I stop. I look over at Papa Bear as he looks at the back of the menu.
“I…” the butterfly stops. “Can I have a chicken salad and a strawberry milkshake?”
“Would you like some whipped cream?” he asks and the butterfly buzzes again.
“Yes…yes please.” The waiter walks away and I cup my hand between my legs under the table. “Papa Bear…” I whine softly.
“Yes my darling?” I see him smile.
“I’m tingly,” I blush and look down.
“I know,” his hand pulls my head close to whisper in my ear. “I like my little bear wet and squirmy. But my little bear is not going to cum until she has permission.”
“No Papa Bear.” The butterfly buzzes again. I feel my lips part and saturate my panties. I wonder if my skirt will have a stain and I squeeze Papa Bears hand under the table.
When the waiter returns I am breathless and tight and have been brought to the edge of orgasm twice. “Please Papa Bear.”
“Please what?” the butterfly buzzes again.
“Please, may I cum?” I speak softly and with heavy eyes.
“Not yet,” he dips fry in sauce and eats it. The butterfly stops and we eat our lunch. I smile and eat my salad and try my milkshake, I don’t think I will have room for ice cream. “Shall we split a sundae?”
The plates are taken away and a banana split is placed in the center of the table. Papa Bear moves to the seat next to me and sits close. He hands me a spoon. “Don’t worry little bear, you’re not the only one that is excited.” He places his hand on mine and slips my palm over his pants. I can feel Papa Bears bulge and the butterfly vibrates again. I squeeze his shaft and moan as Papa Bear scoops ice cream into my mouth.
“May I be excused?”
“Of course.”
I slip to the bathroom and splash water on my face. Papa Bear is teasing me to the brink and I feel my legs shake. I look in the mirror and slip into a stall. I blush and bite my lip. I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t hold it in any longer. I move the butterfly to the side. I can see the long strip of my wetness on the pink butterfly’s wings. I pull my panties up and return to the table.
Papa Bear is standing and waiting for me. The bell twinkles and we are back out onto the street.
“Maybe a nice walk in the park?” I smile and take his hand again as we walk to the trail that leads to the lake. I feel the butterfly buzz against my leg away from my desperate core and we continue to walk.
The trees are in full bloom, the leaves bright and green, the encroaching smell of the waterfront and the sun shining, The walk is pleasant and I can walk better with the butterfly on my thigh and not nestled between my legs. I feel Papa Bear’s hand pull me to a stop. His brow is furrowed. He has noticed I am not squirming and moaning like at the diner.
“Lift your skirt.” His command makes my tummy tingle. I look at his feet and pull my skirt up. The butterfly is buzzing against my thigh outside of my panties. “Oh no. Tsk tsk tsk. Naughty little bear.”
I whine and look up. “I’m sorry Papa Bear…” He takes my hand and pulls me off the trail into the woods. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t hold it. I didn’t want to cum without permission”
“Oh, so you thought you’d just break another rule instead?” he says as we move into the trees. I follow with my hand in his until we see a fallen tree. He turns to face me. “Look at me. What happens when little bear breaks a rule?”
I whine.
“Answer me.” I feel his hand on my chin.
“I get punished.”
“Have you broken a rule?”
“Yes.”
Papa Bear touches my cheek and tilts my head up. “You see the tree. Go lay on your back. I need to take a walk.”
I move through the grass to the fallen tree and lay on my back. I rub my hands together and look when I hear him approach again. The leaves crunch slightly and I see Papa Bear is holding three long wispy branches. My tummy tightens and I squirm to sit.
“Don’t move.” I lay still and hold onto the scratchy bark. “Lift your legs up. Nice and high.”
I lift my legs and hold the back of my calves. Papa Bear moves the butterfly back into my panties and turns it on. The buzzing on my clit makes me writhe and moan.
“I’m sorry Papa Bear.” I hear the branches swish in the air.
“I know little bear, but Papa Bear needs to make sure you remember not to disobey again. Keep those legs up.” The branch taps my tush and I wince.
Papa Bear whips the branches across my bottom and I squeal. The branches bite my skin and leave long pink strokes across my plump flesh. My nails dig into my skin as the branches whip me again with a new stroke. Three new lines light up my bottom.
“Ow..I’m sorry Papa Bear. I’m sorry,”
Another stroke lands on the spot between my thighs and my bottom. I yelp. The skin is so sensitive and it hurts terribly.
“I know darling,” he swipes me again and again. “There. I don’t think my little bear will touch it again will she?”
“No Papa Bear.” I huff and feel my rear burn. “I’m sorry. I’ll be good.”
“You are good little bear.” I take the hand offered to me and I sit up. I feel the stripes on my cheeks as my skirt falls down. Papa Bear rubs my back. His lips press against my forehead and I feel the butterfly increase in intensity. “But even good girls need to be reprimanded when they try to be slick.”
I grab his back and push my face into his chest. My legs shake and I feel the pleasure compete with the burn for my attention. The pleasure starts to win.
“Don’t cum.” The butterfly stops. “I think everyone on the beach will enjoy seeing my naughty little girl’s stripes.”
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