A Lesson Well-Learned

She sprawled out on his bed, sinking into the comfortable softness. She feigned falling asleep, wondering what he would do. When he showed no reaction, she peeked at him with one eye, squinting slightly. He was still sitting at his computer, his face impassive. She sat up on the bed, her legs tucked under her. His mouth slightly turned down, his eyes intense, he kept typing away. Now she was getting bored.

"Daddy," she called softly, putting on her cutest face. He blinked and turned to look at her. She pouted slightly – he generally found that irresistible. "Daddy, come here." There was a hint of a whine in her voice. He blinked again, paying no attention to her tactics.

"What did you just say?" His brow furrowed and he looked more intense than ever before, if that was even possible. It was the face she hated. It scared her – made her feel like she was doing something wrong. Generally, she misinterpreted this expression, but this time, she felt iffy about what she had said.

"I...I said, Daddy, come here," she said meekly, her gaze faltering, her eyes dropping, unable to meet his. He let out an enormous sigh – one that conveyed annoyance and exhaustion. But she knew the latter wasn't true – after all, why had he wanted her to come if he was going to be too tired for anything? He got up from his chair and headed over to where she was, standing in front of her.

"Look at me," he commanded. She immediately glanced up, locking eyes, her lips slightly parted. She looks so fucking innocent, he thought. Oh, the things Daddy's going to do to you, baby girl. She blinked questioningly at him, wondering if she was going to be allowed to speak. He cleared his throat slightly. "Did you just tell Daddy what to do?" His voice was extremely calm, quiet, and downright cold. She looked down, fear and anticipation coursing through her body. "Did I say you could look away?"

"N-no, Daddy." She didn't dare to say any more. He seemed to find this unsatisfactory. Everything, it seemed to her, was going wrong. She had no idea what was going to come next. He continued to look down at her and touched her face very gently, tracing a finger down her cheek. She involuntarily shivered.

The sheer sound of his hand hitting her face shocked her more than anything. Her glasses flew off of her face. He didn't break eye contact, enjoying the fear and surprise that flashed across her face.

"What am I supposed to do with a little girl who can't follow directions? Who doesn't follow directions?" He looked imploringly at her, daring her to answer.

"I don't know, Daddy. You say that...that bad girls get punished," she whispered. Her eyes were wide and positively doe-like. He thought that she looked as if she may cry any moment – he wanted to see tears escape from that innocent gaze, make her learn her lesson. She didn't look away this time, even though she felt like running out of the room. Her face stung and she had never been so nervous before in her life.

"It looks like my little girl really does need a lesson." His gorgeous blue eyes – often filled with warmth and kindness were stone cold. Before she had a chance to answer, he pushed her back forcefully onto the bed. He held her down and kissed her, meeting her soft lips with his. She struggled for a minute – he knew that she hated kissing! As she let out a muffled "stop", she felt his hand tighten around her throat. I should've kept my mouth shut, she said inwardly to herself. He kept kissing her, forcing his tongue into her mouth – she reciprocated half-heartedly as he held the back of her head close with his other hand. She knew she hated this, hated being made to reciprocate, and yet, she loved it. It made her feel sick and nervous, but she could feel her cheeks flushing, her heart beating faster (he probably could, too), and her pussy getting wet.

He broke the kiss, looking into her eyes with an expression that was a mix of both revulsion and utter dominance. He had felt her bodily reactions change – her shallow breathing, her heart rate, and now, as he slid his hand up her skirt, just how wet she was.

"At least you're good for something," he sneered, toying with her, giving her pleasure, but nowhere near as much as she wanted him to give. "Just a slut. Daddy's little slut, hmm? Isn't that right?" He shoved his fingers into her mouth, watching her eyes widen again as she licked them clean.

"Yes, Daddy." She looked up at him expectantly, feeling slightly disappointed when he moved off the bed.

"Get up." She slid off the bed, her arms hanging awkwardly at her sides. "Take your clothes off," he directed, taking a seat back in the great swivel chair. Inside, she cringed and died a little. This was yet another thing she hated – stripping for him, or for anyone, for that matter. She slowly removed her clothes, letting them fall into a pile on the floor with soft 'plop's. When she was fully naked, he simply stared at her for a good minute. She felt cold and vulnerable; not knowing what would be next. "Turn around." She turned on the spot, feeling a bit less embarrassed as she didn't have to look at his face. "Let me see that ass," he said, a hint of glee in his voice. She bent over slightly, holding herself apart with both hands. He couldn't tell, but she was blushing like crazy, feeling totally exposed. "Mmm," was all he said. What the hell is that supposed to mean?, she cried defiantly in her head. She heard him get up and instinctively straightened back up. She heard a disgusted sigh.

"I'm sorry," she managed to squeak out. He circled around her, one hand on her chin, drawing her face up.

"Is. It. That. Hard. To. Follow. Directions?" He spat out every word, enjoying her wince as each word pierced her. She shook her head silently, desperately.

"No, Daddy." He could barely hear her; she was so gripped with fear. This was perfect.

"You are here to make me feel good. That's all. That's all you're good for. This," he said, sliding a finger into her mouth again. "This," he went on, taking it out and pushing it into her pussy. "And, this," he finished, forcing it into her ass. She winced again, knowing this was true. But how dare he make such a spectacle of her? She liked to think that she knew her place. But she also knew that she had failed her Daddy. She had not been a good girl. "Do you understand?" he said, finally.

"Yes, Daddy," she said simply.

"On your knees." He pushed down on her shoulders, making her feel completely incompetent. He proceeded to take off his clothes, finally exposing his thick, hard cock. She swallowed nervously, knowing what would come next. "Open," he said again in that steely voice. She complied. So damn obedient when she wants to be, he thought, a smile toying with the corner of his lip. He guided his cock into her mouth, very gently at first, going in bit by bit, letting her work herself up. He loved how she worked so hard to get him nice and wet – she really did want to make her Daddy feel good. She looked up at him, her eyes shifting nervously as she anticipated what would undoubtedly come next. He recognized this and proceeded to ram his cock as deep as it would go in her throat.

She coughed, gagged, and sputtered, all at the same time. Her eyes immediately welled up with tears as he continued to shove it deeper in. Her hands desperately pushed against his thighs, trying to move herself back. This he couldn't allow. Watching her struggle was so beautiful. Gorgeous, he mused. So fucking gorgeous. He held her head in place with both hands, steadying both him and herself. She looked up pleadingly each time his cock met resistance. He was fully aware that she couldn't take it all; it was something she always chastised herself for – something he appreciated greatly. And yet, he didn't dare let up. He was enjoying this far too much. It was almost...perfect.

She gagged again, already sore as he thrust faster, nearly bruising her throat. She tried to blink back tears, only to have them trail down her face. "Oh yes. Cry for Daddy. Just like that. Do what you're good for." She let out a half-wail, half-moan noise as he withdrew from her mouth, breathing heavily. Saliva dripped from the head of his cock to her chin. She sniffled, taking great gasps of air. The respite was short-lived as he proceeded to rub his cock all over her face. She grimaced, her eyes tightly shut as his hard and heavy cock moved over her eyelids, cheeks, forehead, and nose. Her face completely shiny and sticky, he tilted her head back and reentered her mouth roughly. She kept swallowing, suppressing her gagging, wanting to do well. He watched her with a slightly bemused expression on her face. He loved it when she was reduced to this – trying her best, no matter what it was, just to make him feel good. Moments like this made him love having her around.

He withdrew again from her mouth, looking down at her disdainfully. "Get up," he barked. She did so immediately, her body trembling. She already felt drained. "Get on the bed and get on all fours," he commanded. This set of instructions she followed very well. She resisted the urge to shake her ass cutely in the air as she sometimes did. That thought was pushed out of her mind with the ensuing spank to her ass. She yelped, looking back at him. He didn't even acknowledge her gaze and only hit her again with a satisfying smack. She wiggled slightly. His hands groped her ass and moved between her legs, teasing her. After all, this was what she was – more extra holes for him to use. Her pussy was extraordinarily tight this time and he wondered just how much pain he'd cause her. He got up on the bed as well and slapped his cock on her ass a few times. She bit her lip, wanting him to get it over with. As if sensing her thought, he thrust forcefully into her pussy, shoving her entire body forward.

She moaned, struggling to maintain her position. He felt so big, so hard, filling her tiny pussy up, thrusting deeper each time. She could feel herself get wetter, his cock slick with her juices, sliding in and out with ease. She felt hot as her pussy dripped a little down her smooth thighs. He grunted softly, holding onto her hip with one hand and grabbing her hair, pulling her head back with his other. She was almost looking at the ceiling, her back arched powerfully in that wonderful curve. She moaned non-stop, driven crazy by his cock. He drilled into her, knowing that it wouldn't be long until her legs would give out, and she would either beg for him to stop or to go on and give it to her more. Whatever her request, it would be denied.

"Oh God, Daddy," she moaned breathily. "Oh yes, yes, yes. Yes!"

"Yeah? You like being fucked like a little animal, don't you? You like Daddy fucking you like this?"

"Y-Yes, Daddy," she answered, gasping shallowly. Satisfied, he kept pounding into her, a film of sweat forming on his body. Her skin glistened under the lighting, her tiny frame moving with each powerful thrust.

"That's right. My little slut likes it. Because what are you good for?" he prodded. She either seemed to ponder her answer before replying or was simply overwhelmed by the pleasure.

"I-I'm good for...good for being Daddy's little whore." She let out the last word in a moan. He pulled out of her pussy, smiling at how pink it was and how it glistened. He let go of her hair and pushed her face down into one of the pillows, muffling her yelping and resistance as he mounted her again, pressing his cock against her tight ass. He hesitated a bit and slid a finger in, then one more, and another, loosening her up. She seemed to enjoy this, relaxing slightly, murmuring incoherently into the pillow. Once again he brought himself against it – his cock looked absolutely massive against her tiny ass hole. He coaxed it in, gently, not wanting to damage her too much, essentially. She let out a long, low moan as he forced more inside her. "Oh yes, Daddy," she moaned softly, almost contentedly.

He grinned, loving how she surrounded all of his cock – it was so tight and warm, he wondered if he would just explode in her. He began to thrust slowly, rhythmically fucking her ass. She continued to moan into the pillow, wondering how long her legs would last her. She'd taken his cock in her ass before but never like this – it'd been more intimate, caring, and tender. This time, he was just using her at his whim. She felt a sort of bitter resentment but let those feelings dissipate as the pleasure heightened.

He moved her legs out from under her, making her lie flat on her stomach. His cock stayed inside her, a reminder of his presence during this momentary reprieve. He, too, leaned down very low, almost laying on top of her, rendering her immobile. Her body tensed and he could feel her ass also tighten. Without warning, he thrust into her violently, his hips hitting her body and making her cry out. She let out a near-scream as he pounded her ass. Her mouth was a complete "o" against the sheets as she gasped, struggling as he continued to dominate her – everything he did was on his terms. She had absolutely no say. He looked down at her bare back, her jutting shoulder blades, her delicate spine – it was a wonderful picture that only made him work into her harder. His cock, it seemed, couldn't be satisfied. She was practically sobbing by now; her ass was so sensitive it was painful. His cock had used her body to its limit – she was utterly spent. She let out another wail, a futile attempt at getting him to stop. When he did stop thrusting, she took a great deep breath and sobbed. He moved slightly off of her and turned her body around. Her face was streaked with tears and she couldn't meet his eyes.

"Daddy," was all she could muster. He felt a pang of sympathy. Poor, poor baby, he thought. She sniffled, wondering if it was finally over. She shouldn't have spent her energy wondering for he reached down and spread her legs apart, exposing her pussy once more. She managed to look into his eyes; a strange expression clouded hers as he looked down, silently telling her to be ready. She nodded absentmindedly. He straightened himself up and entered her once more, eliciting a squeal.

"That's a good slut. That's how you like it, isn't it? You love being fucked in all of your little holes," he taunted cruelly. She nodded again, succumbing to the pleasure that overtook the previous state of pain. He slapped her hard, right, left, right, right.

"Thank you, Daddy," she yelped, getting more turned on with each strike. His hand closed around her throat as she fumbled to remove it. He gave the slightest shake of his head – it was no use. She let her hands drop on either side of her on the bed as he choked her firmly, her breathing become shallower contrary to the thrusts he delivered into her pussy. He would not let up. She silently wondered what she had done to deserve this.

She didn't feel like Daddy's little girl at all. No, she felt more like his pick of the day – his plaything, his whore for that moment in time, to be discarded once done. He stared down at her, looking at her helpless expression, her eyes begging him to stop, to consider her instead of just himself. His thrusts increased in speed until he withdrew suddenly, moving up over her face. She barely registered what was going to come next as the first spurt of his hot cum hit her face. She squealed, trying to shake her head and avoid it, even though he still held her neck tightly, inhibiting movement. He seemed to pause, and then his cock exploded, covering her entire face – her eyes, cheeks, and nose. Her mouth was open, swallowing whatever she could get in her mouth. It tasted slightly bitter, as it always did, and she licked her lips clean when he was done, his cock no longer throbbing.

He looked down at her, his gaze softening for the first time that day. She wanted to disappear and never have to see him again, but was still surprised when the tears came out of her eyes. She sobbed softly.

"Daddy," she nearly wailed. She couldn't believe that even after all of this – the pain and humiliation, she still wanted only him. He moved next to her, seemingly letting go of his authority.

"Daddy's right here," he replied softly. He realized that she was so beautiful in this moment – her will completely broken, her body totally used, and her face an utter mess. He couldn't help but leave her in that state for a few minutes, basking in his handiwork. She still couldn't meet his face.

"Daddy," she said after what seemed like a very long time. "Will you please clean me up?" There was still fear in her voice, he realized happily.

"Of course. But first, one thing." She looked at him questioningly, shock on her face. "Tell Daddy just exactly what it is that you're good for."

She should have expected this. Even up until the end, he had all the power, all the say. Anything to reduce her to nothing. She seemed to fumble around for words.

"I'm just his little whore. I'm Daddy's little slut. I'm here to please Daddy," she added.

The smile toyed with his lips again.

He couldn't help but think, Good girl.