I awoke on my knees with my arms painfully tied above me. I tried to move my legs and realized they were stretched between a pair of bars. I couldn't stand with my knees strapped together. I sighed trying to stretch at least parts of my body, it was unfortunately not working.
I leaned forward stretching my back, pushing my nipples out forward, that's when I heard him, his heavy footsteps on the floorboards. Dear goddess, what have I done this time? The door opened and I saw a bit of light flood the room. I looked around trying to assess where he had me in the house. The door shut behind him and once again the room was dark.
I looked up at him as he stood in front of me. "You're pouting little one."
I hadn't realized I was "Yes, Daddy." I looked at the floor.
"You know better don't you?" his voice was calm.
"Y..yes Daddy," I stammered over the words this time.
The room was too dark I wasn't prepared for it, I felt the back of his hand sharply across my cheek. Tears came to my eyes.
"I'm sorry daddy, please forgive me." I try hard not to sob. The words came out breathless.
I heard him laugh beneath his breath and say one word, "Soon."
The fear that word brought caused shivers to run up my spine. I may be here for awhile yet.
"Daddy?" I call him softly.
"Yes, little one?" I feel his hand on my face his fingers tracing my jaw he just bruised.
"Daddy what did I do? Why am I here?" the words are soft.
"Because it's where I want you," his voice sounded amused like I should have known that answer.
"Yes, Daddy." I didn't mean to sound so disappointed.
"You're questioning too much little one." His voice sounds so calm.
"I'm sorry Daddy." I sighed as I spoke and instantly regretted it.
"You will be punished now." His voice still never changed. "Please Daddy, no don't," I begged, " Please don't." Even I could hear the desperation in my voice.
"Begging doesn't always get you what you want."
Little did I know what would come next. I heard the whistle then felt the sharp sting cut across the naked flesh of my back. I yelped.
"You are mine to do with what I want." His voice was stern.
"Yes, Daddy." I cried.
"Say it." He ordered.
"I am yours to do with what you wish Daddy." I cried as I felt another lash come down.
"Again." His voice was so gruff.
"I am yours to do with what you wish Daddy." I cried again as I felt the leather cut into my skin.
"Don't stop saying it until I tell you to." I could hear him breathing faster as I tried to brace for the next lash.
The lash came down I could feel the trickle of blood it left. I screamed, "Daddy please you're hurting me, please Daddy stop." The tears flooded.
"That's not what you're suppose to say." He nearly laughed and brought the whip down again.
I screamed, then bit my lip trying to bring myself back to calm. "I am yours Daddy to do with as you wish." I cried between the words. He chuckled beneath his breath as he brought the whip down again and again. I could feel the wetness from the blood and the sweat flow down my back and over the cheeks of my ass before he ever slowed. My back was warm and burning like hellsfire. I couldn't control the sobs and the screams anymore.
"Now, little one would you like to come?" the sincerity in his question surprised me.
"I don't think I can." I was blatantly truthful. The question was at the wrong time, the pain so fresh my body wasn't at all ready for such a thing.
"Come for me little one." His voice was soft and very close to my ear.
My body responded without me even thinking about it, as the whip cut my flesh one last time. I screamed this time in pleasure more than pain. "Was it exquisite baby?" I could hear the smile behind his words.
"Yes Daddy." I panted trying to catch my breath.