Marigold comes to a realization.

Mari felt so delightfully strange with the plug deep inside her bum. Even with it in her, she could feel its little curves, its bulb shape disturbing the 'normal way of things' in her rear end... she found that she liked it. It wasn't so **** a feeling as when she had had the vibrator inside her, but she loved it nonetheless. A transcendent haze settled over her senses as she manipulated the end of the plug, pushing it around in her butt.

"How does it feel?" Harry said, getting up from his seat. He moved around to her side, ensuring he got a good photo of her lazy smile as she **** the enormous bulb deeper. He took one of her whole body in profile, and then zoomed in on her face, her sky-blue eyes and her bountiful blonde hair swirling all about her face.

"Good," she cooed. "It feels so good." Her left index finger was lazily tracing a little circle around on her clit, only adding to the sensation. She had a chance to get a look at Harry for the first time since she had fully inserted the plug. It seemed, somehow, that the member sticking out of his pants had gotten even bigger and even angrier-looking. She didn't understand how he could be comfortable with something like that attached to him.

"Wow," Horny Harry said, touching his penis. He snapped another photo of Marigold looking up at him. "You're doing so well. I'm surprised-- I thought you were a good girl." His smile turned a little cruel. "I guess I was wrong."

That nearly jolted Mari out of her pleasurable stupor entirely. She lifted her head a little, but didn't take her hand away from the plug. "I am a good girl," she insisted. "I haven't done anything wrong." Even as she said those words, her eyelids fluttered with an extra-nice push of the plug, and she felt satisfied.

"Oh, you're right," Harry said, pretending to look concerned. He was speeding up his strokes now; he had her in his sights. "There's nothing wrong with stripping for me. Or pleasuring yourself in front of my camera." He snapped a picture of her half-pleased, half-confused face as she continued to play with the anal toy.

There isn't, is there? Marigold thought. No, he hasn't touched me. I wouldn't let him touch me. But maybe... no, no, I haven't done anything wrong. Another jerk of the plug and she shook slightly, letting it wash over her like a mellow breeze. I haven't done anything wrong. I don't need to worry! But... maybe it isn't so bad if I do something bad.

"Okay," she said. "Maybe I'm bad." Slowly, her frown turned into a smile, and the feelings coming from her upraised ass got even better, as if a shackle had been removed.

That's what I like to hear, Harry thought. "Then maybe you need to be spanked."

Mari smiled. That sounded fitting.