(M/F, ageplay teen spanking, pussy spanking, slapping, oral sex, 69, facefucking, percussion play, gagging, cunnilingus, fellatio, vaginal sex, bondage, crop, hand, drumstick, hairbrush)
I was slipping on my 5” black leather heels when I heard the front door open, so I walked into the front hall. Much to my surprise, my Daddy was standing there. Shoot! He wasn’t supposed to be home for another hour. This was going to interfere with my plans to sneak out clubbing! Well, it was time to see what I could get away with. Maybe Daddy wouldn’t notice how I was dressed?
“Hello, Daddy,” I said. “You’re home early.” With that greeting, I gave Daddy a big sloppy kiss.
“Young Lady!” Daddy replied. “Is that beer on your breath?”
“Um, no, Daddy. I don’t drink beer,” I quickly answered. I was greeted by a slap on my ass for my response.
“Try again. Your breath is loaded with beer, and you have an open bottle of beer in your hand at this very moment,” Daddy corrected.
I looked down at my hand. Oops. That was kind of damning evidence. I thought I’d try for a Hail Mary save, though.
“No, Daddy. This is your beer. I was just getting it out for you, and I tasted just a little bit to make sure it was safe for you to drink. I was only thinking of you,” I replied.
Daddy didn’t buy that one for a second. He took the beer out of my hand and put it down on the entry hall table. Then he grabbed my pigtails and dragged me over to the living room couch.
“Bend over! In position NOW!” Daddy commanded. Crap. Well, I could take a quick spanking and then still get out of the house on time to go meet my friends if I cooperated and if Daddy didn’t drag out my punishment. Compliance was probably my best bet at this point.
Daddy put his hand on my ass, but he didn’t start spanking. Instead, he started lecturing.
“Just what do you think you are wearing young lady? When you bend over, your ass hangs out of this skirt. Why on earth would you think I would ever let you out of the house wearing an outfit as indecent as this one?” Daddy demanded.
“It’s just a short leather skirt, Daddy. Everyone is wearing them. It’s cute and fun,” I answered optimistically.
CRACK. Wrong answer. Daddy’s hand smacked against my sit spot which was inconveniently hanging out of the skirt now that I was folded over the back of the couch.
“Young lady, you know damn well that you would never be allowed out of the house in an outfit like that. It’s going to attract boys to you like a moth to a flame. And You. May. Not. Date. Boys.” Daddy punctuated each word in his last sentence with strong slaps to my exposed lower butt cheeks and upper thighs. Ouch, the spanks were really stinging.
“And what kind of underwear do you have on anyway?” Daddy continued in his tirade, stopping spanking me just long enough to stand me up, flip my little black leather skirt upward, and then push me down on the back of the couch.
“Um, a leather thong, Daddy,” I answered. There was no way to lie my way out of that one given that my ass was now completely on display.
“I cannot believe you were going to try to leave the house wearing a thong. You know that I don’t think thongs are appropriate undergarments for young girls. Why do you even own one?” Daddy demanded to know.
“Because everyone my age wears them,” I said, “And I think they are cute and I think I’m old enough to wear them now.”
“Oh, you think so do, do you?” Daddy retorted, not sounding like he agreed with my answer much. “We’ll see about that. By the end of the evening, I think you will concur with my point of view which is that you are still a little girl living under my roof, and while you live under my roof, you will follow my rules. Am. I. Making. Myself. Clear?” Daddy really spanked hard as he asked that question.
“Yes, Daddy,” I screamed out, knowing that it was the only reply that might save my backside some of the coming punishment. I was hopeful, anyway. I wasn’t going to be able to wear this leather skirt out clubbing if my ass and thighs were bright red.
Pausing for a moment in his spanking efforts, Daddy changed the topic of his lecture. “What is the legal drinking age?” Daddy asked of me.
“It’s 21,” I replied honestly.
“And how old are you?” Daddy asked, pulling tightly on my ponytails with one hand while pushing on my ass to remind me that he was in control.
“Almost 21,” I fudged.
“WRONG!” Daddy spanked. “You are only 19, and you are going to get 19 hard spanks to remind you of that fact,” Daddy continued. With that, Daddy began giving me very hard spanks directly to my sit spots while counting out, “One, two, three, four….” Daddy made it all the way up to 15 before he stopped.
“Wait a minute. Why am I counting?” Daddy asked himself. “We’re starting again with you counting. NOW!” Daddy demanded with a hard spank to my ass.
“Sixteen!” I screamed out.
“No!” said Daddy. “We’re starting over. You have to count all of the spanks from the beginning. You will start at one.”
“But that’s not fair, Daddy!” I lamented. Daddy responded by spanking my bottom several times in a row quite hard. “OW!”
“Who makes the rules in this house, Young Lady?” Daddy asked of me while continuing to smack my bottom.
“You do, Daddy,” I replied, perhaps with a tad too much attitude. Ok, with a lot too much attitude. Daddy noticed that attitude and decided it was his job to spank that out of me, too.
“Young Lady, you are totally out of line tonight. Drinking beer, wearing indecent clothing, giving me attitude, going out clubbing without my permission. I bet you were going to try to kiss the boys at the bar, too,” Daddy insisted, all the while continuing to spank my bottom.
“No, Daddy! I know I’m not allowed to date. I wouldn’t let the boys kiss me. You wouldn’t like that at all,” I responded, hoping Daddy would believe my words.
“No, I would not. Now, back to your spanking for being underage and drinking. You will count to 19, and you will do it loud and clear,” Daddy instructed me.
“Yes, Daddy!” I replied. I didn’t dare say otherwise at this point since Daddy had one hand on my pigtails and one on my ass. There was no way I could win this, so I decided I should try to minimize the damage to my ass in the process.
Once again, Daddy began spanking, and I began counting. “One. Two. Three. OW! Four. Five. Six-seven-eight! Ow, Daddy! Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve-thirteen-fourteen. DADDY! Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty.” Wait, twenty? Daddy said I was only going to get nineteen. I began to lodge my protest.
“Daddy, you said I was going to get 19 smacks, one for each year of my age,” I complained.
“I changed my mind,” replied Daddy, “So I suggest you keep counting or we will start over yet again.”
“Twenty-one!” I wasn’t wanting to start over. My bottom was already smarting from the 36 hard spanks Daddy had given me, plus all of the other ones he had given me in between the counting sets. Now I had no idea how many more he planned to give me. All I could do was keep counting while he kept spanking.
Finally, we hit 35, and Daddy seemed to think that was a sufficient number of spanks… for the moment anyway. I was hoping he was done.
“Stand up and face me, now!” Daddy commanded. I did as I was told. I looked Daddy in the eyes and said, “Thank you for spanking me, Daddy. May I go now?”
“Absolutely not, Young Lady! You are not going to be going out tonight. I don’t know why you haven’t gotten that idea through your head yet. Not dressed like that and not wearing a burqa. You will be staying home, and you will be getting punished for the rest of your behavior. That was just for the beer drinking. We still have your outfit and your sneaking out to ‘discuss,’” Daddy informed me.
Crap. So much for my hot plans for the night. Still, maybe if I got through the rest of the spanking without too much damage to my ass, I might be able to sneak out my bedroom window after Daddy left me for the night. I could hope, anyway.
Daddy took one look at me standing in front of him and shook his head. “How do you think you were even going to dance in that outfit?” he asked me.
“Um, the way I always do, Daddy,” I replied, praying he didn’t ask for more details.
“Show me!” Daddy demanded.
Sigh. Well, this one wasn’t going to gain me any favors, I was sure. I could try to dance in an enthusiastic manner, but I knew my breasts would pop out of my corset if I did. There would be no way to convince Daddy that was what I actually intended to do, so I was left with the truth. Slowly I edged toward him, and I began grinding my hips, my pelvis shoving up against his.
“Grinding?!?” Daddy exclaimed. “You were planning on grinding up against strange boys in a club? Why on earth do you think that is appropriate behavior?”
I didn’t know how to answer that. I was pretty sure there was no way I could convince Daddy that I should be allowed to grind with boys when he didn’t want me dating or kissing them.
“That’s it. Kneel in front of me like the slut you are,” Daddy insisted. Ugh. I knew what was coming, and while I normally enjoyed it, I really wanted to get the show on the road so I could leave to meet up with my friends. This was going to delay things.
Daddy unzipped his pants and pulled his very hard cock out of his boxers. He shoved it in my face and instructed me, “Suck on Daddy.” I obeyed rapidly, pulling his cock into my mouth with his lips. However, Daddy was mad, and I could tell. This was not going to be an easy blowjob. This was going to be a punishment for me and a pleasure for him. With that, he began facefucking me very hard. In and out his cock slammed, jamming down my throat and occasionally causing me to gag. Daddy really wasn’t concerned with my gagging. He just wanted to fuck my face.
I stopped at one point when a particularly powerful gag overwhelmed me. Daddy was not pleased. He slapped me in the face and instructed me again, “I said SUCK ON DADDY.” So once again we began the rapid paced facefucking game that Daddy enjoyed so much. My knees were beginning to hurt and my eyes were tearing up, but that was part of the pleasure for Daddy. He knew that he could make me do whatever he wanted because I was his penitent little girl.
Finally, after what seemed like half of forever, Daddy was somewhat satiated. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and grabbed my pigtails with his left hand. He used his right hand to pull my face upward to look at him. “You understand that was just the beginning, right, Little Girl? You were incredibly disobedient tonight. You deserve to be punished for acting out so much, and I’m going to give you that discipline you are needing so desperately. I’d be a negligent Daddy if I didn’t,” he lectured.
“Yes, Daddy,” I replied, with tears dripping down my checks. I was going to be sleeping on my stomach tonight, that was for sure. All hopes of sneaking to the club after my spanking had vanished with that last lecture. When Daddy got into one of these moods, there was no hope at all for my ass. I would be lucky to be sitting tomorrow at all.
With that, Daddy used my pigtails to pull me up to a standing position. As he did, the sudden movement caused my left breast popped out of my corset. Crap. That was going to provoke more of a problem with Daddy, I was sure of it.
“Look at me!” Daddy commanded.
“Yes, Daddy,” I replied again. I wasn’t sure what he had in mind for me next, but I knew the added display of my breast was not going to help anything. I was right. As I looked at Daddy, his left hand squeezed my breast tightly, and his fingers slipped down to my nipple. Without dropping his eyes from my gaze, Daddy pinched my nipple so hard that I cried out.
“Good,” Daddy responded. “I’m glad to know I have your attention. I believe your tit popping out of your outfit proves my point once and for all.” And with that, Daddy began slapping my breast while continuing his lecture. “You are nothing more than a slutty girl who needs her Daddy to show her how to behave. This is Un. Acc. Ept. Able.” Each of the last syllables was punctuated with an extra hard smack to my breast, and after he finished those last four slaps, he added fifth and a sixth to each cheek on my face. Tears continued streaming down my face.
“That’s exactly what I want to see, you naughty little girl,” Daddy said in response to my tears. He grabbed onto my face with his hand and gazed deeply in my eyes. “I know you are humiliated by this punishment, and I know that those tears are ones of repentance. You deeply regret your choices tonight. However, I’m not done punishing you yet. By the time you go to bed, you will be the sorriest little girl you have ever been. You will know that just because you are 19, you are not exempt from the rules of my house.” With his free right hand, Daddy punctuated his last few words with slaps to my exposed left upper thigh. “You. WILL. Behave. Understand. Me?”
“Yes, Daddy. I was a very bad girl, Daddy. Please punish me as you see fit.” Wow. Where had that come from? How had Daddy worn me down so quickly? What happened to the young woman with the attitude who was defying her Daddy so brazenly earlier tonight? How was I already willing to submit to his will? It’s amazing what a strong Daddy’s hand can do to make his Little Girl remember her place very quickly. And unfortunately for me, I knew Daddy’s hand wasn’t done punishing me yet.
“Upstairs to your room, NOW!” Daddy commanded me. I very quickly went up the stairs, hoping to get a few steps ahead of him. When I didn’t, Daddy had an annoying habit of spanking my bottom all the way up the stairs. Fortunately, he was too busy pulling up his pants, gathering his beer and finding the supplies he was planning on using on my ass upstairs. I slid into my room, turning on the light and then tucking my loose breast back into my corset. However, that last maneuver was totally in vain. Daddy had seen me doing it as he walked in my room.
“Let’s just get rid of that nonsensical excuse for a top, Little Girl,” he instructed me. “You don’t deserve to be wearing any clothes anyway.” Sigh. It was going to be one of those nights where Daddy was going to humiliate me in every possible way. Knowing that any resistance on my part would only lead to a worse punishment, and possibly more tomorrow, I complied, quickly unsnapping the front of the corset. I had the corset off of me and on the floor in about five seconds flat, but unfortunately that displeased Daddy even more.
“If you can pop that corset open that quickly, what do you think the boys on the dance floor would have been doing?” Daddy demanded to know.
“They would have been trying to get it off, too,” I admitted to Daddy. “But I wouldn’t have let them, Daddy. I am not that kind of girl.”
“Any woman who wears that kind of corset IS that type of girl, Young Lady,” said Daddy. “Don’t think I haven’t met my fair share of them in my years. Now, get that ridiculous excuse for a skirt off, too.”
I quickly unzipped the short leather skirt and gave it a strong tug. It fell to the floor next to my corset, and I stepped all the way out of it. I was left standing in front of Daddy in my g-string, my garter belt, my fishnet thigh highs, and my high heels. I was feeling rather ridiculous now for my choice of apparel and for thinking I could get away with wearing it out of the house. Daddy always found out. Always.
Daddy took a good look at my remaining attire and announced, “You shouldn’t be wearing that g-string. It’s not like it’s covering much, but it needs to come off so I can spank your pussy—hard!” With that declaration, Daddy violently ripped my g-string downward. The elastic got caught up around my knees, so I quickly stepped out of it, knowing that when Daddy wanted my panties down, he actually wanted them all the way off.
After having stripped me of the last possible covering of my dignity, Daddy commanded me, “Lay on the bed on your back with your legs hanging over the bed.” I dutifully followed Daddy’s instructions despite having the instinct to refuse.
Daddy barked at me, “Open your legs!” This was what I was afraid of. My pussy was about to pay for my disobedience. Daddy was going to remind me who was in charge of my pussy, and it wasn’t me. But first, I knew I was in for another lecture about the state of my pussy.
“Why is there HAIR on your pussy?” Daddy demanded.
“I just haven’t shaved lately, Daddy,” I meekly replied, knowing it was an unsatisfactory answer but knowing I was at fault on this one. Daddy liked my pussy “as smooth as a baby’s unspanked bottom,” and my pussy was anything but at this point. “But that proves I wasn’t going to let the boys touch me, Daddy. I would have shaved if I wanted them to touch me.”
“You WHAT?” Daddy bellowed. Oops. Wrong thing to say.
Daddy had had enough of my excuses and shenanigans, and so he began spanking my pussy with his open palm. “WIDER!” he commanded me as he was having a difficult time getting his hand down onto the most sensitive parts of my pussy. I obediently followed his directions and then let out a scream as Daddy was able to land a very hard spank across my nether regions. Ow, ow, ow! I did not like getting my pussy spanked. Not only was it very embarrassing, but it just plain hurt.
After a rapid-fire volley of about 20 hard spanks on my pussy which left me in tears yet again, Daddy stopped. I was hoping that he was done torturing my poor pussy, but alas, I wasn’t in luck. He reached over to the closet and pulled out a crop. Ugh. If I hated anything more than getting my pussy spanked, it was getting my pussy cropped. Daddy was merciless with the crop. It took him very little effort to inflict large amounts of pain with it, and that was just as he liked things.
SWISH-THWACK! The crop came down on my pussy, and once again, I shrieked. There was nothing like the crop on my pussy for causing a pain that made me vocalize. I was completely unable to take a cropping without very loudly protesting even if I had intentions of remaining silent. This time, though, I decided Daddy deserved to hear my screams of pain. He was unfazed, though. In fact, I suspected Daddy rather enjoyed hearing my cries and seeing my tears.
Again and again Daddy let the crop fly through the air and land on my unshaven pussy. Each time it landed, I screamed, and then I began closing my legs. Daddy had no patience with that response from me! To get me to open my legs again, he used the crop on whatever bit of my inner thighs that he could reach, and then he barked at me, “You will keep your legs spread for Daddy unless you want to repeat this spanking again tomorrow!” That threat was enough for me to comply. I had to put my hands on my knees to keep them from closing with each painful lick of the crop.
Finally, Daddy decided my pussy had been punished enough. Tears were streaming down my face, but that did not motivate him to be merciful. No, this pussy spanking would end the way they all did: With a series of five very hard stinging swats directly on my clit. Daddy ordered me to open my lips for him, and having endured this cruel punishment before, I knew what he expected. I also knew how to hold my lips in such a way that my hands and fingers would not get in his way. THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK! I let out a scream so loud that I was sure all of the neighbors had heard through the closed windows. I curled up in a ball, my hands delicately covering my clit as I continued to sob.
“Young Lady,” Daddy stated calmly, “You know that was only part of your punishment for your behavior this evening. That covers the unsuitable attire you were wearing. We still have the matter of your disobedience to deal with. You tried to sneak out of the house without my permission to go clubbing.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I bawled. I couldn’t argue with that. I was guilty as accused.
“However,” said Daddy, “I am going to give you a bit of a break while your pussy recovers from its punishment. While you are waiting, though, I expect you to suck on my cock. When you stop sucking on my cock, your punishment will resume. Now, rotate 180 degrees so that your head is hanging off the bed.”
Definitely not wanting to resume my punishment, I chose to submit to Daddy’s cock. He had pulled his pants and boxers down yet again to give me full access to his cock, and as I opened my mouth widely and accepted his cock. Daddy let out a groan of pleasure as my lips closed around his manhood and began caressing it.
“Good girl,” Daddy moaned. “You always know how to please Daddy when I put my cock in your mouth.”
I paused to say thank you to Daddy, but he was not interested in words of gratitude. “Don’t stop!” he commanded, slapping at my very exposed and still sore pussy which was laying displayed in front of him on the bed. I cringed as the smack hit my still very sore pussy, but I managed not to bite down on Daddy’s cock. That would have been a horrible mistake! Instead, I put all my attention toward sucking on Daddy’s thrusting cock, desperately trying to please him and to delay the rest of my punishment as long as possible.
I must have been doing something right because Daddy decided to reward me. “Spread your legs again, Young Lady,” he ordered. I was initially afraid he was going to start spanking my pussy again, but instead, I was pleasantly surprised as he bent forward over me and began licking my delicate and sore clit. I let out a moan of pleasure, sucking harder on Daddy’s cock and causing him to emit a similar moan of his own.
Both of us were very happy in our current situation, licking and sucking and moaning. Daddy kept thrusting his cock into my mouth, and I kept pushing my pussy further toward his mouth. This was definitely a wonderful intermission from the harsh punishment spanking that Daddy was doling out tonight. However, I unfortunately began to get too close to orgasm. Daddy’s loving tongue had caressed me to the brink of pleasure after so much arousing pain. Daddy could tell by my moans and wiggling that I was about to cum, and he was not about to reward me in that way before my punishment was over! He quickly jerked his mouth off of my pussy and replaced it with a hard slap of his hand.
“OUCH!” I yelled out, not having expected this change of events.
“You naughty little girl,” Daddy declared. “You thought you could have an orgasm during your punishment, both before you were done being disciplined and before you had given Daddy an orgasm. Now why would Daddy let you do that?”
“I’m sorry, Daddy!” I apologized. “You were just doing such an amazing job licking my clit that I forgot that I was still being punished.”
“Well,” replied Daddy, “We certainly can’t have that. I’m going to make sure you know that you are being punished for the rest of the evening.” Inwardly, I groaned. What new torture had Daddy decided upon for me now? I was soon to find out.
“Up on your hands and knees,” Daddy commanded. I followed his orders and flipped over. However, my face was now looking at Daddy, and that was not the end of me he wanted anymore. “Turn around,” his orders continued, and so I reluctantly presented my still sore ass to him for further punishment. While the redness from the hand spanking I had receiving earlier was mostly faded by now, the tingling had not left yet. Daddy reinvigorated that pain by giving me a hard spank to my left butt cheek with his hand, one that was so hard I instinctively collapsed to the bed.
“Absolutely not, Young Lady!” Daddy hollered at me. Shoot. I had screwed up again. I hadn’t meant to. It was just instinct to try and avoid a spanking. Daddy knew this, but he also knew he could stop it from happening.
“Turn and face the headboard while still on your hands and knees,” came Daddy’s next order. I did as I was told while Daddy grabbed a piece of rope from his kit.
“I am going to tie your hands to the headboard,” Daddy announced. “I want you to stay on your knees so that your ass is in the air for me, but I want you to scoot your hands forward so that I can bind your wrists and secure them so that you won’t be trying to get away from your punishment again.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I obediently replied. My movements complied with Daddy’s wishes, and soon I found myself securely tied to the headboard. I tried to pull out from the rope, but there was no way my hands could move. I could still swing my hips and legs, but I couldn’t get too far away when I did. That was exactly what Daddy wanted (and truth be told, I did, too).
Having now locked down his target, Daddy announced, “I thought it would be fitting to punish you for your attempt at clubbing with a drumstick, and not the ice cream variety.” With that, he cracked a hard wooden stick across my ass. Ouch! Daddy had never used a drumstick on me before, but it was quite effective: not as thuddy as a paddle but not as stingy as a crop. Daddy rapidly repeated the stroke again and again as I began to cry out. Having figured out the optimal method for punishing my bottom with this new implement, Daddy grabbed its twin and began using the two to beat out a rhythm on my bottom. I began providing the harmony as the hard swats induced yelps each time they landed. Daddy cackled with delight. He had found a new and suitable punishment for my sins.
“I quite like this new drum I’ve found,” said Daddy over my cries. “It makes quite a beautiful noise when I strike it.” And with that pronouncement, Daddy let out a flurry of whacks with the drumsticks, and I released one long howl in response. Finally, Daddy stopped drumming on me, satisfied with the interesting new marks he had left on my ass.
“So, Little Girl,” Daddy said to me once I had calmed down a bit, “We have punished you for your underage drinking. We have punished you for your inappropriate attire. We have punished you for failing to shave your pussy. We have punished you for trying to sneak out of the house tonight. We have just one infraction left to punish you for. Do you know what it is?”
I thought for a moment. What else had I done wrong that Daddy knew about? I didn’t want to admit to anything he didn’t already know about because I didn’t want to increase my punishment. However, if I didn’t correctly guess the sin Daddy was thinking about, he would increase the harshness of the strokes on my ass.
“Think hard,” I thought silently to myself, “What else do you normally get punished for?” I hadn’t lied. I hadn’t talked back. I hadn’t forgotten to do chores. Oh, attitude. That’s right. One of my usual sins that I have been spanked for time and again. Sigh. Now my poor bottom was about to pay the price for my attitude once again.
“I gave you attitude earlier this evening, Daddy,” I replied as meekly as possible, trying to show Daddy that I was remorseful and deserving of mercy. “I am very sorry I took the wrong tone of voice with you when you were disciplining me. I would appreciate it if you would punish me for acting out.”
“I’m proud of you for asking nicely, Little Girl,” Daddy said while suggestively rubbing my ass, “And I would be happy to punish your naughty bottom for the sins of your mouth. How do you deserve to be punished?” Daddy knew I hated to ask for my punishments, and hence, he liked to make me ask for them. I knew what was expected of me, no matter how much I hated to say it.
“I deserve to be punished like a very naughty girl, Daddy. I deserve for you to use my hairbrush on my naked bottom until you turn it the shade of red that shows the rest of the world how much I disobeyed you.”
“Good girl,” replied Daddy, “I would normally make you go get your hairbrush and present it to me but since you are a little tied up at the moment, I will spare you the walk of shame this time and I will get it for you. I’ll have to give you a few extra strokes for not fetching it yourself, though.” That hardly seemed fair to me, but given my position, both figuratively and literally, I didn’t think lodging a protest was in my best interest. If I just could make it through this hairbrushing, my punishment for the evening would be over.
I heard Daddy get off the bed and go over to my dresser where he found my hairbrush waiting for him. He smacked it against his hand a few times, not because he needed to test it out, but to help create greater suspense for me. I knew that hairbrush was about to be applied on my bare bottom, and hearing its thud only reinforced the agony of my upcoming trial. There were only seconds left before the hairbrush would begin biting my skin under the guidance of Daddy’s strong arms.
WHACK! came the first blow suddenly, and I yelled out. Despite all the “warming up” my bottom had received, it still was not ready for a fresh assault by a hairbrush that was being used at full force on my bottom. I could hear my sadistic Daddy laugh at my scream, and then he said, “Oh, does that hurt, naughty Little Girl? Well, TOO BAD!” Daddy punctuated the “too bad” comment with two more hard swats, one to each side of my bottom.
As my cries of distress renewed, Daddy began to give me the punishment that almost every naughty girl receives from her Mommy or Daddy at some point or another for giving them an inappropriate attitude. Daddy swung the hairbrush with great skill, making sure he hit each and every bare spot on my bottom and then moving down my thighs as well going all the way down to a few inches above my knees. He wanted my punishment to be visible under the short skirt he would make me wear around the house for the rest of the evening and tomorrow, too. Up and down my legs the hairbrush made its rounds. I had long ago lost track of how many times Daddy had spanked my poor bottom and thighs, but I knew it was well over a hundred times. Tears poured onto the sheets as the pain continued with each swat I received.
My hips had begun swinging too much for Daddy’s approval somewhere in the middle of the spanking as the urge to evade the brush rose up within me. However, my Daddy was strong, and it was easy for him to stop that movement. Given that my hands were already securely tied, Daddy just had to push my body up against his and use his free arm to hold me tight. Once he did, there was no way I could escape his grasp and the reach of the evil hairbrush.
Having thoroughly reddened my bottom and thighs, Daddy gave me a flurry of hard spanks to my sit spots that caused me to screech. I was hopeful, though, that it was the final volley and that my punishment was over. Daddy let me loose a bit and allowed me to continue crying, but he still held me close even though the hairbrush had stopped hitting my bottom.
Once my sobs had lessened to the point that I could talk, Daddy asked me in a stern tone of voice, “Do you think you have learned your lesson, Young Lady?”
“Yes, Daddy!” I replied as quickly as possible, hoping to avoid any more punishment. However, Daddy was not done with me.
“I. Should. Hope. So.” Daddy responded, spanking my bottom firmly with each word he spoke. I cried out again, but it didn’t stop Daddy from lecturing and continuing to spank me, though truth be told, the rest of the spanks were quite gentle compared to what I had been receiving previously. However, on my bright red bottom and thighs, any more action was incredibly painful and undesired on my part.
“I know you think you are a big girl and you can take care of yourself,” Daddy sternly continued as he spanked, “But you are still my Little Girl, and if I think you are acting inappropriately, I will not hesitate to pull down your panties and give you the long hard spanking you deserve. I don’t care how old you get, you will behave in a manner that is appropriate. You will not drink. You will not grind. You will not lie. You will not sneak out of the house. You will not dress indecently. You will not give me attitude. Have I made myself clear?” Those last five words were accompanied by another set of very hard spanks on my upper thighs.
“Yes, Daddy!” I cried out, sorrier than I had ever been for acting out. “I will always listen to you. I am so sorry for being a bad little girl tonight. Thank you for punishing me like I deserve. You are a good Daddy to me!” I was hopeful my contrition was obvious through my tears. It appeared I had convinced Daddy it was because he dropped my hairbrush on the nightstand next to the bed.
He didn’t untie me, though, and I suspected I knew why. I was certain once I heard his pants and boxers falling to the floor. He quickly pulled his t-shirt off, too. He scooted onto the bed, and I felt two of his fingers probing into my pussy.
“It seems that my naughty little girl got turned on by her spanking!” Daddy said. “Lucky for you, I consider that a good thing. I don’t have to punish you for getting so very wet. On the other hand, I do have to fuck you for it.” I was still wearing my thigh high fishnet stockings, my garter belt, and my heels, and Daddy never passed up a chance to fuck me when I was wearing them.
“Yes, Daddy.” I then began begging in the voice of a very sorry girl who needed release desperately after all of the punishment of the evening, “Please Daddy. Please fuck me like the dirty little girl that I am. Please make me cum, Daddy. Please cum inside me.”
“I’m more than happy to do that for you, Young Lady,” Daddy said as he knelt behind me, scooting his legs close to mine and thrusting his cock inside my wet and waiting pussy. I was so wet that there was no friction at first: It was more like a slip-and-slide. Daddy began pounding me hard, and my a-spot near my cervix responded quickly to his thrusts. Soon, I was screaming a different scream than the others I had emitted this evening. This was a scream of pure pleasure, the one that comes with an intense orgasm that is so desperately needed.
When I stopped, Daddy pulled on my pigtails and praised me, “Good girl. I’m so glad you came for Daddy so quickly. Now it’s Daddy turn to cum.” And with a few very hard thrusts that slammed his body against my sore ass, Daddy let out his orgasmic moan. I felt his hot cum soaking into my pussy and dripping out a bit, too.
Daddy backed away from me and collapsed on the bed. He rested next to me while he unfastened my wrists from the headboard. Once I was free, Daddy grabbed my exhausted body and pulled me close to him, snuggling my very sore ass against his crotch and putting his hands on my breasts to hold me close. We cuddled like this for quite a while, letting our bodies return to normal after an evening of such intense play, pain and pleasure.
I eventually rolled over and kissed Daddy passionately. I was no longer his little girl but instead was his forty year old lover. “Thank you,” I said to him, grateful for all he had done to me and for me this evening.
“It was my pleasure,” Daddy said. “How would you like me to rub some lotion into your ass?” he asked in his normal tone of voice. “I really gave it to you tonight.”
I smiled and replied, “Yes, you definitely did a good job of spanking my ass, Daddy. I would very much love some lotion rubbed in to soothe my aching bottom.” With that, Daddy pushed me onto my stomach and grabbed the lotion from next to the bed. He scooped some onto my bottom and began gently massaging it in. The combination of the rubbing and the lotion was incredibly soothing and arousing.
I was the luckiest girl in the world.