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.