Role Play Story
So I play with this hot sub with big tits and a big comfy ass. She loves Step Daddy not daughter role play. After our last outing she wrote the following great story:
COLLEGE SEND OFF-PART ONE By /s
He was late picking me up, to accompany me to a farewell gathering being held for me, by my former co-workers. He was very late... and he wasn't answering calls or text. So, I sent him one last text that I was leaving without him and that he should meet me at the venue.
I was thankful that I did not wait, because it turned out he got stuck on a business call and was over an hour late to the venue as well. I welcomed him with an understanding and thankful hug and introduced him to my friends. We had discussed earlier that he would attend as my platonic friend and then we would switch to a Daddy/daughter roleplay, once the evening-out was finished.
We stayed about two hours and I asked the owner of the venue if I may leave my car in the lot, because I had a few margaritas, and I thought I shouldn’t drive... plus... I was, at this point, ready to be in "Daddy's car."
As we walked across the parking lot together... I looked at him and said "as soon as we are in your car, we are in role.” He nodded and agreed.
As the doors closed, the tone changed immediately, as planned.
He started the car and turned up the AC... pointing the vents in my direction. instinctively, I leaned forward and began to move them away... He grabbed my wrist and held it tightly as he peered into my eyes. "What's the matter, are you cold?" he asked.
"Yes Daddy." I answered.
"Well, maybe if you had more clothes on, you wouldn't be cold!" He reached over and grabbed my tits... forcing his hand into my low-cut dress and under my bra. Pinching my nipples hard. "What have I told you about dressing like a slut?" He squeezed me harder and asked me again... "Answer me!" he demanded. I protested and demanded that he stop… and was met with a slap to my face.
As he put the car in drive and pulled away, I proceeded to tell him that I was just trying to look nice... and that I wasn't a *********** anymore and that he needed to let me grow up... after all... I am going off to college tomorrow…
He continued to scold me and blame my mother for allowing me to get away with everything, as he drove us home. He talked about being away on business trips too much and how he didn't care how old I got, I would always be his ***********... and that I will never be too big to pull over his lap and receive a thorough punishment. He told me that he is not paying for me to go off to college so that I can run off and dress like a slut and get into the habit of drinking too much. He accused me of thinking I would get away with this type of behavior, without him being there to watch me! He told me that when he gets me home tonight that he was going to teach me a lesson that I will never forget... A threat that would soon become my reality.
When we arrived "home" he locked the door behind us, threw his keys onto the table and walked to the kitchen to pour himself a drink. He was not speaking. I sat nervously on the couch and asked him if I could have one. He looked up at me with a disappointed look and just said "come over here."
I apprehensively walked to the kitchen, as he reached up into the cabinet and pulled out a sippy-cup that I used when I was a ***********. “You may have a big girl drink, but you will drink it out of a *********** cup!” I stood and watched him make my drink and as he handed it to me he tenderly brushed my hair away from my face and pulled me roughly close to him, by the nape of my neck. “Now go take a shower and wash off all of that makeup! You look like a slut!” He flipped me around and pushed my breasts against the countertop and lifted my dress… holding me still with one hand he began to spank me with the other. “You will go clean the filth off of you, put the dress back on and meet me back in the living room! Do you hear me?”
“Yes Daddy!” I cried out, as he gave three more solid blows to my already heated ass.
I showered quickly and put the dress back on as he instructed. When I walked into the living room, he was sitting on the couch. I began to walk towards him, but he told me to stop. “Turn around right there and stand in that corner!” I am sure I gave him a confused look and he answered it with “Do not question me! Do it now! In the corner like a bratty ***********!” I stood with my nose in the corner for only about two minutes when I felt him behind me. His breath was hot on my neck and in my hair. “I am sick of always having to remind you that you cannot, you WILL NOT dress like a slut! Do you think it’s ok to prance around drinking margaritas at your age, in a dress like this?” He was not happy when I started making excuses and again claimed to be “old enough to do what I want.
He ordered me to put my hands on the wall above my head and he began to spank me again. “You are never too old for my punishments! Do you her me!”
“Yes Daddy.” I cried.
“Let’s get this slutty dress off of you now!” I put my arms down and started to turn. “Put your hands back!” He yelled! “Did I tell you to move?” “Daddy is going to undress his ***********…Yes, I am going to teach you lots of lessons about actions and consequences and what happens when you are a slut!” “You will be feeling Daddy’s lessons for a week my c***d!”
His hands moved down my sides and slowly lifted my dress up and over my ass. “Yes, this does look like a big girl’s ass. Where did the time go? I have been working so hard to support you and your mother, that I missed you growing up… and developing bad habbits. Well, Daddy is going to pay very close attention from now on!” He grabs a fist full of my ass… “I BET YOU SHARE THIS WITH ALL THE BOYS DON’T YOU!” He smacks me hard again and rips the dress up and over my head, tying it around my eyes. I am blind, Exposed and Ashamed that he can see me.
“Now put your hands back up on the wall.” I reach out and he guides my wrists, until I am extended fully." Now push your ass out. I know you like showing off this round ass of yours… DON”T YOU!!!” SMACK-SMACK-SMACK! I cry out… “Please Daddy, STOP!”
“Ohhhh no ***********, Daddy is just beginning.” “Don’t move!”
He walks away and for a few minutes, there is only silence, during which I could feel his eyes on me. Then, the sound of ice swishing around in his rocks class… one sip, two sips, three sips, four… and then the sound of the glass being placed on the table. And he was near me again. You will always be Daddy’s ***********. I will not allow you to be a slut! I will show you what happens to sluts. He walks away again and I hear the sound of dresser drawers opening and closing from the bedroom and then he was near me again. “Come with me” as he grabs me by the wrist and leads me away from the wall.
“Put your arms out and up. That’s it. Now that’s the pretty girl I remember.” I feel him dressing me. One arm, then the other… and then over my head. “You look so pretty baby.” He says, as he unties the dress and lifts it away from my eyes. He has dressed me in a lacey white and baby blue babydoll that was very see-through. I looked down and immediately tried to cover myself in shame. Here I was in front of the man I call Daddy and I am more exposed than ever.
Embarrassed, I plead “Please Daddy, can my punishment be done now?”
“Done? Ooooooh no baby… I told you… first I am going to remind you that you are always my ***********… You will never question me on the topic again. You will always be subject to punishment when you do wrong, no matter how old you think you are!” He takes me by the hand and walks me to the couch. As he sits down he continues. “When I am finished punishing you for acting like a slut and trying to be too big for your britches… Then my c***d, then Daddy is going to teach you a very valuable lesson about what being a slut means.” He straightens the ruffles on the front of my nighty and tells me to do a turn for him. “ahhhh yes, this is the pretty *********** in ruffles that I will always see when I look at you. Now bend over and put your hands on the coffee table.”
“Daddy please no.” I protest.
“Do not make me tell you again c***d. Do as I say.” He puts his hand on the small of my back and gently guides me forward. His warm hands rub what is already red-hot skin on my butt and he whispers “what pretty panties, but they will look a lot nicer like this.” His fingers hook and slowly pull them down, just below my cheeks. “That’s better.” He whispers. “This is this the view Daddy likes. Just stand there for a bit and think about why this is happening to you.” He gets up and walks to the kitchen to pour another drink. I look up and am immediately ordered not to move and to keep my eyes down. As he comes back in the room, he offers me a sip off my straw and says he thinks I will soon be quite thirsty. Then, he sits back down on the couch behind me, just gazing at my exposed ass and cunny. Sipping on his drink, twirling the ice around in his glass. “Come here c***d.”
I turn and look at him, straitening the ruffles on the babydoll nighty and trying to beg with my eyes for it to be enough. “Daddy, I am sorry.” I whimper.
“Lay over my lap now. You will be sorry. You are not sorry yet.” With that, he took my hand and led me over his lap. My left hip against him, he pulls pillows and props up my head. “Get as comfortable as you can c***d. Since you do not believe there is anything wrong with dressing and acting like a slut, you are going to be here for a while.”
The first few minutes I lay there, just anticipating and feeling such shame for being so exposed, ass high and bare, panties around my knees. I felt embarrassed. He caressed my hot skin and talked softly… about actions and consequences. And trying to get me to admit my sin. He would ask me questions and I would answer him with, well… what I thought he wanted to hear of course… And then the spanking began.
His strong right hand would be my punishment. Again and again he would start in on me. Sometimes only a few, well-calculated whacks, followed by short breaks and a soft touch and then many, many, long and ferocious sessions where he had to hold me down to keep me from squirming away! I cried out, but my cries fell on deaf ears. I knew that the actual tears that fell on my cheeks were deserved. And I knew he would not stop, until he was satisfied, no matter how much I cried. I felt shame, I felt guilt and finally, after quite some time had passed… I felt compelled to admit that I am a slut and I do deserved it! Every bit of it and more!
“There you go,” he whispered. “Now that wasn’t that hard to admit, was it?” “You have been a little slut haven’t you?”
I lifted my head from the pillow and peeled the hair from my tear soaked face. “Yes Daddy, I have been a little slut. I am sorry Daddy.”
“OK baby. It’s good that you are being honest with Daddy now. Daddy doesn’t want his baby to be a slut. Bad things happen to sluts. Daddy doesn’t want bad things for you. You understand baby? Don’t you?”
“Yes Daddy.” I whimper, still catching my breath from the last long continuous session.
“Good girl. Now stand up baby.” I stand up and stumble a bit as my panties are still around my knees. “Come here and let Daddy help you with those.” He pulls them down and instructs me to step out of them. OK, now, take a couple of big gulps of the special juice Daddy made you and go to your room. I want you to get the teddy bear that Daddy bought you and lay on your tummy on your bed with Teddy and think about what just happened and why. Daddy will be in, in a few minutes. No blankets.”
I walked into my bedroom and grabbed Teddy and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Eyes red and swollen, cheeks and hair around my face wet with tears, white and baby blue lace barely covering half of my ass, which was glowing red from my punishment. I took a deep breath and climbed up knees first onto the bed and lay down on my tummy, as instructed. Exhausted, I closed my eyes and waited, for what seemed like an eternity.
When I heard him enter the room, I did not move. I heard the sound of his glass connecting with the dresser, I heard him removing his shirt, unbuckling his belt, the sound of his zipper and the pants sliding from his legs. And then nothing. Silence. I waited, afraid to look up. And then he was near me. I felt the bed buckle under his weight as he slid up beside me in the dark. I felt his breath on my shoulder.
Soon, I felt his touch. Soft at first… he caressed lightly with his fingertips the small of my back, and then he slowly moved down, and cupped the warmth of my freshly beaten ass in his hands. “This is Daddy’s ass.” He whispered. His fingers slid down, separating apart my cheeks and he pushed lightly at the opening. “This is Daddy’s ass.” He whispered again. Then his fingers explored further down into my slit and met it’s wetness… “And what do we have here? Why are you wet down here? Answer me c***d!”
“I don’t know Daddy.” Is all I could come up with, which he did not seem to like.
Pushing my legs apart he went deeper into my slit, forcing his fingers deep into my cunny. I squeezed my legs together and tried to wiggle away. "No Daddy!"
“Keep your legs open, do you hear me?” And he smacked my ass hard.
“Yes Daddy.” I whimpered.
“Daddy has one more lesson to teach you tonight. Do not move!” He lifted himself from the bed, grabbed me by the ankles and pulled me to the foot of the bed, forcing my legs wide open as far as they would go.
“The moonlight that shine in the window was the only light we had, but it was enough for me now, in this position to see his reflection in the mirror, on the wall. He was standing over me, sipping his drink and stroking his cock.
“Daddy?” I whimpered. “Please Daddy.”
“Please What!!!!” He answered. “You admittedly are a slut! Now, Daddy is going to show you what sluts get!”
I see him put down his drink. “Don’t you fucking move!” he orders.
And then I hear something terrifying. I hear the sound of his belt buckle. And his reflection in the mirror shows he is intending to use it on me.
I begin to beg. “Please Daddy no!” But he does not waste time. I close my eyes as I see his arm extend above his head and I hold my breath.
“CRACK” The first blow of the belt is scary, but only by the sound it makes, as it strikes the bed and not my skin.
“Oh yes,” he says “You know what is coming next don’t you!” How many drinks did my little slut daughter have tonight?” He asks.
“Five Daddy.” I answered.
“Five drinks. And you think it’s appropriate for a girl your age to have five drinks?”
“No Daddy.”
“NO! That’s right, NO!” The belt came down hard on my ass and I cried out! “I’m sorry Daddy!”
“I guess you think you will be drinking like this at college, so it was ok for your farewell party? Huh? Is that what you thought?”
“No Daddy!” I cried out as the belt came down on me again.
“No?” OK.” He says. “Second question; How many guys do you think looked at your big tits, that were popping out of that skimpy dress all night?
“I don’t know Daddy!” My answer again invited the belt, to my already throbbing ass.
“Well, how many boys were at our party c***d?”
“I don’t know, maybe ten Daddy.”
“TEN!” He yelled! Bingo! So, guess how many guys were looking at your tits!! Come on, guess!” The belt came down again.
“Ten Daddy?” I answered with a question, assuming what he was alluding to.
“Wrong answer! I’ll give you one more chance. How many guys were looking at your tits tonight?”
“Daddy please – I don’t know what you want me to say.”
“I want you to think like the slut you are tonight! You can’t guess? OK, Daddy will help you. There were twelve guys at your party who were looking at you for being a slut! The ten boys you invited, the bartender… and one more… can you guess who the one more is? C’mon baby, tell Daddy you have a brain inside that slut head of yours! WHO ELSE NOTICED??” You demand an answer.
“I don’t know Daddy!” I cry.
“I NOTICED, SLUT! ME! YOUR DADDY! I HAD TO BARE WITNESS TO MY DAUGHTER LOOKING AND ACTING LIKE A GODDAM SLUT! So this is what is going to happen. What is twelve, plus five. C’mon, don’t make me wait…”
“s*******n Daddy.”
He begins to mock me “Good girl!” He says. “At least I know the money I am paying for your college won’t be completely wasted, you can add!”
“So this is what is going to happen now. You are going to get s*******n whacks with my belt. Five for the excessive drinking and twelve more for each guy who noticed you for being a slut tonight! And if you move... So help me god I will start over and add on! Do you hear me!?"
I whimper and beg. “Daddy, please, no Daddy! I’ll be good Daddy, I promise!”
“Oh, yes you will. That I am sure of.” “So, I will give you a choice, you can have them all at once, or I can split them into two, shorter sessions, which do you want?”
“Daddy please…” I begin to sob.
“Answer me c***d, or I will choose for you!”
“Daddy…”
“Answer me… ONE… TWO… THHHHH…”
“Please split them Daddy!” I call out.
“OK. Good Choice slut. You are Daddy’s slut aren’t you!”
I bury my face in my Teddy and brace for the first set… 1-2-3-4-5-6-7… and the 8th one was the hardest. I was crying and begging him to stop.
I hear the belt buckle hit the floor and the bed shift as he climbs up and straddles my ass. I feel his hands gently caressing the fiery hot skin and as I catch my breath I feel his erectness settling onto the crevasse.
“Daddy… What are you doing Daddy?” I can barely get the words out, as he is sliding it’s solid head up and down my wet slit. I struggle a bit, in disbelief, but I am no match for his weight or strength on top of me.
He grabs both my wrists and holds them above my head, as he whispers in my ear… “You want to be a slut right?” And just as I am about to say no, he pushes himself deep inside me, pressing with all of his weight as if to be one with me. I can barely breath and he pushes hard and deep inside me. I cry out. I beg him to stop. But he does not hear me… his sweat burning and tearing at my punished skin… His breath hot on my neck… his teeth grasping at my shoulders as he fucked me harder and deeper… and then a final thrust… deeper and more forceful, accompanied by his loud, a****listic moan… and then his crushing weight, just limp atop of me… I cannot breathe. I am in shock for what has happened. He has ****d me.
“That is what sluts get! How much do you want to be a slut now baby?” He whispers through my sweat soaked hair as he pulls out of me and walks to the bathroom.
I lay there in disbelief and cry to myself… I can’t believe what has just happened to me… My Daddy has whipped and ****d me.
Just as I think it is over… I am terrified still, as I remember that I was supposed to get 17 lashes with the belt and I only had eight so far… I begin to cry and beg as Daddy walks back in the room. He flips me over and gently lifts me to stand at the foot of the bed. “Now, go get cleaned up and come back to bed. Daddy’s lesson is almost done.”
I walk, wobbly-legged to the bathroom, let the ***********girl nighty fall to the floor and step into the shower. Each droplet of water feels like razor blades on my beaten ass and I do my best to quickly clean and get out. As I open the shower curtain, Daddy is standing there with my towel.
“Turn around baby, let Daddy see.” He begins to gently dry me off, dabbing my crimson red cheeks every so lightly with the towel… and then takes my hand and guides me out of the tub and to the sink, where he tells me to brush my teeth for bed.
Once my teeth are brushed, he helps me back into my nighty and leads me by my hand back to the bedroom. He was being so gentle with me, that I thought for sure it was over… But when we entered the room, I saw that he had straightened the sheets, lit a nightlight and placed my teddy neatly waiting for me… but also… at the foot of the bed… lay his belt.
I looked up at him again with my begging eyes, and simply said “Daddy, please no more.”
“You are almost there c***d.” He answered. Remember, we talked about accountability. I told you 17 lashes to be forgiven, and cleanse you… so s*******n is what you will get. I was kind and gave you a break after only eight… now, you have nine more… I will allow you to hug your teddy… and then, when I am done, I will tuck you into bed, like I used to do when you were little… Do you remember that baby? You remember when Daddy used to tuck you in?” He looked at me for acknowledgement of his memory and all I could do was nod back to him, as I knew nine more lashes were going to hurt so bad… I could think of nothing else.
He led me to the foot of the bed and told me to keep my feet on the floor for these last nine. He gave me my teddy, kissed me on my cheek and told me I was going to be a good girl from now on, so this never happens again… Then he guided me over the edge of the bed… so my tummy was on it… lifted my nighty… gave my red hot ass a few gentle strokes and stepped back…
I closed my eyes and hugged my teddy so tight… These last nine were taunting… He made me count them out “ONE for being a slut…TWO for being a slut… THREE for being a slut… and so on… he would stop between each one and bury his fingers in my cunny and he would make me say “It was a slut cunny Daddy, but it won’t be slutty anymore!” Then he continued…” FOUR-FIVE-SIX-SEVEN-EIGHT-NINE.
Teddy was soaked with tears and my legs were weak, as Daddy lifted me and cradled me in his arms. “Stand up now honey. Daddy forgives you and trusts that you will not want to be a slut anymore. Can I trust you never to be slutty again baby?”
“Yes Daddy.” I whimper.
He walks me around the side of the bed… lifts the covers and helps me under.
“Lay on your tummy now baby… Daddy is going to put some special gel on your bum.”
I turned over and pulled teddy in close… afraid he was going to beat me some more… but he didn’t. He lifted my nighty and gently rubbed a cooling gel on my bum. Then, he kissed me on my forehead, said "Daddy just wants you to be a good girl" and then he left me there, alone in my thoughts.
COLLEGE SEND OFF-PART ONE By /s
He was late picking me up, to accompany me to a farewell gathering being held for me, by my former co-workers. He was very late... and he wasn't answering calls or text. So, I sent him one last text that I was leaving without him and that he should meet me at the venue.
I was thankful that I did not wait, because it turned out he got stuck on a business call and was over an hour late to the venue as well. I welcomed him with an understanding and thankful hug and introduced him to my friends. We had discussed earlier that he would attend as my platonic friend and then we would switch to a Daddy/daughter roleplay, once the evening-out was finished.
We stayed about two hours and I asked the owner of the venue if I may leave my car in the lot, because I had a few margaritas, and I thought I shouldn’t drive... plus... I was, at this point, ready to be in "Daddy's car."
As we walked across the parking lot together... I looked at him and said "as soon as we are in your car, we are in role.” He nodded and agreed.
As the doors closed, the tone changed immediately, as planned.
He started the car and turned up the AC... pointing the vents in my direction. instinctively, I leaned forward and began to move them away... He grabbed my wrist and held it tightly as he peered into my eyes. "What's the matter, are you cold?" he asked.
"Yes Daddy." I answered.
"Well, maybe if you had more clothes on, you wouldn't be cold!" He reached over and grabbed my tits... forcing his hand into my low-cut dress and under my bra. Pinching my nipples hard. "What have I told you about dressing like a slut?" He squeezed me harder and asked me again... "Answer me!" he demanded. I protested and demanded that he stop… and was met with a slap to my face.
As he put the car in drive and pulled away, I proceeded to tell him that I was just trying to look nice... and that I wasn't a *********** anymore and that he needed to let me grow up... after all... I am going off to college tomorrow…
He continued to scold me and blame my mother for allowing me to get away with everything, as he drove us home. He talked about being away on business trips too much and how he didn't care how old I got, I would always be his ***********... and that I will never be too big to pull over his lap and receive a thorough punishment. He told me that he is not paying for me to go off to college so that I can run off and dress like a slut and get into the habit of drinking too much. He accused me of thinking I would get away with this type of behavior, without him being there to watch me! He told me that when he gets me home tonight that he was going to teach me a lesson that I will never forget... A threat that would soon become my reality.
When we arrived "home" he locked the door behind us, threw his keys onto the table and walked to the kitchen to pour himself a drink. He was not speaking. I sat nervously on the couch and asked him if I could have one. He looked up at me with a disappointed look and just said "come over here."
I apprehensively walked to the kitchen, as he reached up into the cabinet and pulled out a sippy-cup that I used when I was a ***********. “You may have a big girl drink, but you will drink it out of a *********** cup!” I stood and watched him make my drink and as he handed it to me he tenderly brushed my hair away from my face and pulled me roughly close to him, by the nape of my neck. “Now go take a shower and wash off all of that makeup! You look like a slut!” He flipped me around and pushed my breasts against the countertop and lifted my dress… holding me still with one hand he began to spank me with the other. “You will go clean the filth off of you, put the dress back on and meet me back in the living room! Do you hear me?”
“Yes Daddy!” I cried out, as he gave three more solid blows to my already heated ass.
I showered quickly and put the dress back on as he instructed. When I walked into the living room, he was sitting on the couch. I began to walk towards him, but he told me to stop. “Turn around right there and stand in that corner!” I am sure I gave him a confused look and he answered it with “Do not question me! Do it now! In the corner like a bratty ***********!” I stood with my nose in the corner for only about two minutes when I felt him behind me. His breath was hot on my neck and in my hair. “I am sick of always having to remind you that you cannot, you WILL NOT dress like a slut! Do you think it’s ok to prance around drinking margaritas at your age, in a dress like this?” He was not happy when I started making excuses and again claimed to be “old enough to do what I want.
He ordered me to put my hands on the wall above my head and he began to spank me again. “You are never too old for my punishments! Do you her me!”
“Yes Daddy.” I cried.
“Let’s get this slutty dress off of you now!” I put my arms down and started to turn. “Put your hands back!” He yelled! “Did I tell you to move?” “Daddy is going to undress his ***********…Yes, I am going to teach you lots of lessons about actions and consequences and what happens when you are a slut!” “You will be feeling Daddy’s lessons for a week my c***d!”
His hands moved down my sides and slowly lifted my dress up and over my ass. “Yes, this does look like a big girl’s ass. Where did the time go? I have been working so hard to support you and your mother, that I missed you growing up… and developing bad habbits. Well, Daddy is going to pay very close attention from now on!” He grabs a fist full of my ass… “I BET YOU SHARE THIS WITH ALL THE BOYS DON’T YOU!” He smacks me hard again and rips the dress up and over my head, tying it around my eyes. I am blind, Exposed and Ashamed that he can see me.
“Now put your hands back up on the wall.” I reach out and he guides my wrists, until I am extended fully." Now push your ass out. I know you like showing off this round ass of yours… DON”T YOU!!!” SMACK-SMACK-SMACK! I cry out… “Please Daddy, STOP!”
“Ohhhh no ***********, Daddy is just beginning.” “Don’t move!”
He walks away and for a few minutes, there is only silence, during which I could feel his eyes on me. Then, the sound of ice swishing around in his rocks class… one sip, two sips, three sips, four… and then the sound of the glass being placed on the table. And he was near me again. You will always be Daddy’s ***********. I will not allow you to be a slut! I will show you what happens to sluts. He walks away again and I hear the sound of dresser drawers opening and closing from the bedroom and then he was near me again. “Come with me” as he grabs me by the wrist and leads me away from the wall.
“Put your arms out and up. That’s it. Now that’s the pretty girl I remember.” I feel him dressing me. One arm, then the other… and then over my head. “You look so pretty baby.” He says, as he unties the dress and lifts it away from my eyes. He has dressed me in a lacey white and baby blue babydoll that was very see-through. I looked down and immediately tried to cover myself in shame. Here I was in front of the man I call Daddy and I am more exposed than ever.
Embarrassed, I plead “Please Daddy, can my punishment be done now?”
“Done? Ooooooh no baby… I told you… first I am going to remind you that you are always my ***********… You will never question me on the topic again. You will always be subject to punishment when you do wrong, no matter how old you think you are!” He takes me by the hand and walks me to the couch. As he sits down he continues. “When I am finished punishing you for acting like a slut and trying to be too big for your britches… Then my c***d, then Daddy is going to teach you a very valuable lesson about what being a slut means.” He straightens the ruffles on the front of my nighty and tells me to do a turn for him. “ahhhh yes, this is the pretty *********** in ruffles that I will always see when I look at you. Now bend over and put your hands on the coffee table.”
“Daddy please no.” I protest.
“Do not make me tell you again c***d. Do as I say.” He puts his hand on the small of my back and gently guides me forward. His warm hands rub what is already red-hot skin on my butt and he whispers “what pretty panties, but they will look a lot nicer like this.” His fingers hook and slowly pull them down, just below my cheeks. “That’s better.” He whispers. “This is this the view Daddy likes. Just stand there for a bit and think about why this is happening to you.” He gets up and walks to the kitchen to pour another drink. I look up and am immediately ordered not to move and to keep my eyes down. As he comes back in the room, he offers me a sip off my straw and says he thinks I will soon be quite thirsty. Then, he sits back down on the couch behind me, just gazing at my exposed ass and cunny. Sipping on his drink, twirling the ice around in his glass. “Come here c***d.”
I turn and look at him, straitening the ruffles on the babydoll nighty and trying to beg with my eyes for it to be enough. “Daddy, I am sorry.” I whimper.
“Lay over my lap now. You will be sorry. You are not sorry yet.” With that, he took my hand and led me over his lap. My left hip against him, he pulls pillows and props up my head. “Get as comfortable as you can c***d. Since you do not believe there is anything wrong with dressing and acting like a slut, you are going to be here for a while.”
The first few minutes I lay there, just anticipating and feeling such shame for being so exposed, ass high and bare, panties around my knees. I felt embarrassed. He caressed my hot skin and talked softly… about actions and consequences. And trying to get me to admit my sin. He would ask me questions and I would answer him with, well… what I thought he wanted to hear of course… And then the spanking began.
His strong right hand would be my punishment. Again and again he would start in on me. Sometimes only a few, well-calculated whacks, followed by short breaks and a soft touch and then many, many, long and ferocious sessions where he had to hold me down to keep me from squirming away! I cried out, but my cries fell on deaf ears. I knew that the actual tears that fell on my cheeks were deserved. And I knew he would not stop, until he was satisfied, no matter how much I cried. I felt shame, I felt guilt and finally, after quite some time had passed… I felt compelled to admit that I am a slut and I do deserved it! Every bit of it and more!
“There you go,” he whispered. “Now that wasn’t that hard to admit, was it?” “You have been a little slut haven’t you?”
I lifted my head from the pillow and peeled the hair from my tear soaked face. “Yes Daddy, I have been a little slut. I am sorry Daddy.”
“OK baby. It’s good that you are being honest with Daddy now. Daddy doesn’t want his baby to be a slut. Bad things happen to sluts. Daddy doesn’t want bad things for you. You understand baby? Don’t you?”
“Yes Daddy.” I whimper, still catching my breath from the last long continuous session.
“Good girl. Now stand up baby.” I stand up and stumble a bit as my panties are still around my knees. “Come here and let Daddy help you with those.” He pulls them down and instructs me to step out of them. OK, now, take a couple of big gulps of the special juice Daddy made you and go to your room. I want you to get the teddy bear that Daddy bought you and lay on your tummy on your bed with Teddy and think about what just happened and why. Daddy will be in, in a few minutes. No blankets.”
I walked into my bedroom and grabbed Teddy and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Eyes red and swollen, cheeks and hair around my face wet with tears, white and baby blue lace barely covering half of my ass, which was glowing red from my punishment. I took a deep breath and climbed up knees first onto the bed and lay down on my tummy, as instructed. Exhausted, I closed my eyes and waited, for what seemed like an eternity.
When I heard him enter the room, I did not move. I heard the sound of his glass connecting with the dresser, I heard him removing his shirt, unbuckling his belt, the sound of his zipper and the pants sliding from his legs. And then nothing. Silence. I waited, afraid to look up. And then he was near me. I felt the bed buckle under his weight as he slid up beside me in the dark. I felt his breath on my shoulder.
Soon, I felt his touch. Soft at first… he caressed lightly with his fingertips the small of my back, and then he slowly moved down, and cupped the warmth of my freshly beaten ass in his hands. “This is Daddy’s ass.” He whispered. His fingers slid down, separating apart my cheeks and he pushed lightly at the opening. “This is Daddy’s ass.” He whispered again. Then his fingers explored further down into my slit and met it’s wetness… “And what do we have here? Why are you wet down here? Answer me c***d!”
“I don’t know Daddy.” Is all I could come up with, which he did not seem to like.
Pushing my legs apart he went deeper into my slit, forcing his fingers deep into my cunny. I squeezed my legs together and tried to wiggle away. "No Daddy!"
“Keep your legs open, do you hear me?” And he smacked my ass hard.
“Yes Daddy.” I whimpered.
“Daddy has one more lesson to teach you tonight. Do not move!” He lifted himself from the bed, grabbed me by the ankles and pulled me to the foot of the bed, forcing my legs wide open as far as they would go.
“The moonlight that shine in the window was the only light we had, but it was enough for me now, in this position to see his reflection in the mirror, on the wall. He was standing over me, sipping his drink and stroking his cock.
“Daddy?” I whimpered. “Please Daddy.”
“Please What!!!!” He answered. “You admittedly are a slut! Now, Daddy is going to show you what sluts get!”
I see him put down his drink. “Don’t you fucking move!” he orders.
And then I hear something terrifying. I hear the sound of his belt buckle. And his reflection in the mirror shows he is intending to use it on me.
I begin to beg. “Please Daddy no!” But he does not waste time. I close my eyes as I see his arm extend above his head and I hold my breath.
“CRACK” The first blow of the belt is scary, but only by the sound it makes, as it strikes the bed and not my skin.
“Oh yes,” he says “You know what is coming next don’t you!” How many drinks did my little slut daughter have tonight?” He asks.
“Five Daddy.” I answered.
“Five drinks. And you think it’s appropriate for a girl your age to have five drinks?”
“No Daddy.”
“NO! That’s right, NO!” The belt came down hard on my ass and I cried out! “I’m sorry Daddy!”
“I guess you think you will be drinking like this at college, so it was ok for your farewell party? Huh? Is that what you thought?”
“No Daddy!” I cried out as the belt came down on me again.
“No?” OK.” He says. “Second question; How many guys do you think looked at your big tits, that were popping out of that skimpy dress all night?
“I don’t know Daddy!” My answer again invited the belt, to my already throbbing ass.
“Well, how many boys were at our party c***d?”
“I don’t know, maybe ten Daddy.”
“TEN!” He yelled! Bingo! So, guess how many guys were looking at your tits!! Come on, guess!” The belt came down again.
“Ten Daddy?” I answered with a question, assuming what he was alluding to.
“Wrong answer! I’ll give you one more chance. How many guys were looking at your tits tonight?”
“Daddy please – I don’t know what you want me to say.”
“I want you to think like the slut you are tonight! You can’t guess? OK, Daddy will help you. There were twelve guys at your party who were looking at you for being a slut! The ten boys you invited, the bartender… and one more… can you guess who the one more is? C’mon baby, tell Daddy you have a brain inside that slut head of yours! WHO ELSE NOTICED??” You demand an answer.
“I don’t know Daddy!” I cry.
“I NOTICED, SLUT! ME! YOUR DADDY! I HAD TO BARE WITNESS TO MY DAUGHTER LOOKING AND ACTING LIKE A GODDAM SLUT! So this is what is going to happen. What is twelve, plus five. C’mon, don’t make me wait…”
“s*******n Daddy.”
He begins to mock me “Good girl!” He says. “At least I know the money I am paying for your college won’t be completely wasted, you can add!”
“So this is what is going to happen now. You are going to get s*******n whacks with my belt. Five for the excessive drinking and twelve more for each guy who noticed you for being a slut tonight! And if you move... So help me god I will start over and add on! Do you hear me!?"
I whimper and beg. “Daddy, please, no Daddy! I’ll be good Daddy, I promise!”
“Oh, yes you will. That I am sure of.” “So, I will give you a choice, you can have them all at once, or I can split them into two, shorter sessions, which do you want?”
“Daddy please…” I begin to sob.
“Answer me c***d, or I will choose for you!”
“Daddy…”
“Answer me… ONE… TWO… THHHHH…”
“Please split them Daddy!” I call out.
“OK. Good Choice slut. You are Daddy’s slut aren’t you!”
I bury my face in my Teddy and brace for the first set… 1-2-3-4-5-6-7… and the 8th one was the hardest. I was crying and begging him to stop.
I hear the belt buckle hit the floor and the bed shift as he climbs up and straddles my ass. I feel his hands gently caressing the fiery hot skin and as I catch my breath I feel his erectness settling onto the crevasse.
“Daddy… What are you doing Daddy?” I can barely get the words out, as he is sliding it’s solid head up and down my wet slit. I struggle a bit, in disbelief, but I am no match for his weight or strength on top of me.
He grabs both my wrists and holds them above my head, as he whispers in my ear… “You want to be a slut right?” And just as I am about to say no, he pushes himself deep inside me, pressing with all of his weight as if to be one with me. I can barely breath and he pushes hard and deep inside me. I cry out. I beg him to stop. But he does not hear me… his sweat burning and tearing at my punished skin… His breath hot on my neck… his teeth grasping at my shoulders as he fucked me harder and deeper… and then a final thrust… deeper and more forceful, accompanied by his loud, a****listic moan… and then his crushing weight, just limp atop of me… I cannot breathe. I am in shock for what has happened. He has ****d me.
“That is what sluts get! How much do you want to be a slut now baby?” He whispers through my sweat soaked hair as he pulls out of me and walks to the bathroom.
I lay there in disbelief and cry to myself… I can’t believe what has just happened to me… My Daddy has whipped and ****d me.
Just as I think it is over… I am terrified still, as I remember that I was supposed to get 17 lashes with the belt and I only had eight so far… I begin to cry and beg as Daddy walks back in the room. He flips me over and gently lifts me to stand at the foot of the bed. “Now, go get cleaned up and come back to bed. Daddy’s lesson is almost done.”
I walk, wobbly-legged to the bathroom, let the ***********girl nighty fall to the floor and step into the shower. Each droplet of water feels like razor blades on my beaten ass and I do my best to quickly clean and get out. As I open the shower curtain, Daddy is standing there with my towel.
“Turn around baby, let Daddy see.” He begins to gently dry me off, dabbing my crimson red cheeks every so lightly with the towel… and then takes my hand and guides me out of the tub and to the sink, where he tells me to brush my teeth for bed.
Once my teeth are brushed, he helps me back into my nighty and leads me by my hand back to the bedroom. He was being so gentle with me, that I thought for sure it was over… But when we entered the room, I saw that he had straightened the sheets, lit a nightlight and placed my teddy neatly waiting for me… but also… at the foot of the bed… lay his belt.
I looked up at him again with my begging eyes, and simply said “Daddy, please no more.”
“You are almost there c***d.” He answered. Remember, we talked about accountability. I told you 17 lashes to be forgiven, and cleanse you… so s*******n is what you will get. I was kind and gave you a break after only eight… now, you have nine more… I will allow you to hug your teddy… and then, when I am done, I will tuck you into bed, like I used to do when you were little… Do you remember that baby? You remember when Daddy used to tuck you in?” He looked at me for acknowledgement of his memory and all I could do was nod back to him, as I knew nine more lashes were going to hurt so bad… I could think of nothing else.
He led me to the foot of the bed and told me to keep my feet on the floor for these last nine. He gave me my teddy, kissed me on my cheek and told me I was going to be a good girl from now on, so this never happens again… Then he guided me over the edge of the bed… so my tummy was on it… lifted my nighty… gave my red hot ass a few gentle strokes and stepped back…
I closed my eyes and hugged my teddy so tight… These last nine were taunting… He made me count them out “ONE for being a slut…TWO for being a slut… THREE for being a slut… and so on… he would stop between each one and bury his fingers in my cunny and he would make me say “It was a slut cunny Daddy, but it won’t be slutty anymore!” Then he continued…” FOUR-FIVE-SIX-SEVEN-EIGHT-NINE.
Teddy was soaked with tears and my legs were weak, as Daddy lifted me and cradled me in his arms. “Stand up now honey. Daddy forgives you and trusts that you will not want to be a slut anymore. Can I trust you never to be slutty again baby?”
“Yes Daddy.” I whimper.
He walks me around the side of the bed… lifts the covers and helps me under.
“Lay on your tummy now baby… Daddy is going to put some special gel on your bum.”
I turned over and pulled teddy in close… afraid he was going to beat me some more… but he didn’t. He lifted my nighty and gently rubbed a cooling gel on my bum. Then, he kissed me on my forehead, said "Daddy just wants you to be a good girl" and then he left me there, alone in my thoughts.
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