My eyes are starting to get heavy and I can't quite stifle my yawn. I'm laying on the couch with my head on Daddy's shoulder trying to follow the plot of the mediocre action movie playing on the TV but I'm failing pretty miserably. I have work in the morning and it's getting pretty late.
"I think I'm going to go to bed," I announce.
"I don't think you are," Daddy says. "There's something you need to take care of first."
He reaches down to unzip the fly of his jeans and his meaning is pretty clear.
"On your knees, baby."
We had been discussing the plot of my latest smutty romance audiobook listen just a few minutes prior and I'm sure that's what's given Daddy some ideas. He's leaving to go back on the road tomorrow and he'll be gone for at least four or five days so I'm sure he's planning on leaving me with some spankbank material to think about and touch myself to while he's gone.
I slide from the couch to kneel on the floor at his feet and bend at the waist to take his cock into my mouth. I like it when it's like this. Only half hard. Because then I get to feel it harden in my mouth and I swear there's nothing more empowering in the world. I look up at him from under my lashes as I swirl my tongue along the underside of his cock as I suck him into the back of my throat. His head is thrown back against the cushions of the couch and his hands slide into my hair gripping it tight enough to make my scalp burn. He guides my mouth up and down on his cock.
His breathe wooshes out of him on an exhale when I suck particularly hard and hear him groan out that he loves me. This only makes me suck him more vigorously to prove to him I'm worthy of his devotion.
"Does my baby need to go upstairs and get her pussy fucked?" he asks, and I moan around his cock in response but I don't slow my pace. This makes him chuckle.
"Can't even stop sucking my dick long enough to get fucked, huh?"
I don't slow or falter, in fact I suck him even more greedily to show him that I am, indeed, enjoying my favorite mouth fixation. I like it when he pops a pacifier in my mouth, especially when he swirls it around inside my pussy first, and I like it when he shoves his fingers in my mouth to fish-hook me while he fucks me from behind but I love sucking and gagging on his dick best. Nothing feels more right or is better at calming and emptying my mind.
"Doesn't that feel so good, baby? Doesn't that just feel like where you belong?"
It does. It so fucking does.
"I think my baby has forgotten where she belongs lately, don't you?" Daddy asks as he shoves me down on his cock and holds me there so I can't breathe. The sounds of my gagging fills the room as I struggle to back off his cock enough to breathe around it but he holds me firmly until I start to see stars. Then I'm gasping for air as he pulls me off his cock by the hair and forces me to look at him.
"How many days have you gone without sucking my cock?" he demands.
Oh shit. With our busy lives, Daddy and I don't necessarily "play" every day. I had been pretty tired the past few days and Daddy had graciously allowed me to go to sleep early but it appears as if I've run out of any sort of leniency in that regard.
"A few?" I answer.
"You've been a bad girl, slacking on your duties like that," he replies. "It looks like you need a punishment."
I swallow audibly.
"But first, I think you need another shot."
I had already downed three little shot bottles of Fireball while watching the movie and had a little pleasant buzz but it appears as if Daddy wants me to be drunk. I'm an even nastier girl when I'm drunk, apparently, which is what he's aiming for, most likely.
"Let's go into the kitchen," he instructs, and I slowly rise to my feet. He stands from the couch and guides me into the kitchen by the hand. We walk over to stand in front of the oven and Daddy reaches up into the cupboard above to grab another few shot bottles of Fireball from the party pack we had bought last weekend on our getaway stay at the casino.
"On your knees," he commands, and I sink to the floor in front of him. His cock is jutting out and directly at eye level as he didn't stop to zip up his fly before we came into the kitchen. I rub my cheek against it as I look up at him.
He unscrews the top of the bottle before telling me to open up. He pours half of the contents of the bottle into my mouth and I squeeze my eyes shut and swallow the burning liquid. As I'm opening my mouth to cough, Daddy grabs me by the hair and shoves his dick down my throat, pumping in and out of my mouth a few times before removing it and repeating the process with the second half of the bottle.
His hands leave my hair to open a second bottle and I know better than to stop sucking his cock while he does it. His left hand dives back into my hair and he grips it in his fist to pull me off him. I don't even have to be told to open up this time. Daddy pours half of the contents into my mouth and then tips his head back and downs the rest as I swallow.
He looks down at me then and there's a wicked glint in his eye. With his left hand still in my hair, he brings his right hand up and wraps it around my throat and begins to squeeze. My eyes cross in pleasure and I squirm underneath his hands. I love it when he steals my breath away. I love putting my life in his hands like this. I love it when my vision starts to darken and he takes me right to the edge.
Before I lose consciousness, he shoves me down so I'm on my knees and elbows on the kitchen floor with my ass in the air.
He's pawing at the waistband of my sweats before he drags them down roughly, with my panties, exposing my wet sex to the air. He doesn't hesitate for even a heartbeat before plunging two fingers inside my dripping pussy. He uses his fingers to fuck me, fast and deep, hitting that perfect spot over and over until I'm squirting all over my panties, sweats and the kitchen floor. He keeps at it until I'm clawing at the floor to try and get away because the sensations are just too much. When I think I can't possibly take it anymore, Daddy withdraws his fingers.
"Stand up," he orders, and I obey on shaky legs.
He turns me around and bends me over the counter then, my soaked sweats and panties still wrapped around my ankles. He guides his cock to my entrance and thrusts inside me.
He's fucking me then. It feels so fucking good. His hand is back in my hair, and he's holding me down while he pumps in and out of me.
But it's not enough. I need it to hurt more. I need that heady mix of pain and pleasure to go over the edge.
"Please, Daddy!" I beg, "I need it to be rougher!"
He thrusts into me for a few more deep strokes before pulling me up by the hair, my back to his front.
"Go, upstairs. Now." he growls into my ear, his hot breath fanning across my neck and making me shiver. I quickly step out of my squirt-drenched clothes and carry them upstairs with me depositing them into the laundry bin in our bedroom. I also peel off my shirt and add it to the laundry before turning, naked, to face Daddy who had been hot on my heels.
"Pick a paddle" is all he says before he starts to peel off his own clothes.
"A paddle?!" I squeak.
I'm torn between feelings of "fuck yes" and "oh shit" as I think about his request. We only have two paddles -- a leather one and a wooden one. It's a small mercy that he's letting me choose because one of the paddles hurts significantly more than the other.
I fall to my knees on the floor of our closet in front of the trunk of sex toys and begin rummaging through the contents, tossing aside nipple clamps and buttplugs, before I locate the red leather paddle.
I rise to my feet with the paddle in hand and walk out of the closet to present the paddle to Daddy. He takes it from me and motions for me to lay across his lap. I drape myself across his legs but I'm already whimpering. I know this is going to hurt and I'm nervous for it.
"Please, Daddy. I'm so sorry! I'll be a good girl! I promise!"
The paddle comes down HARD on my right ass cheek and I squirm as I cry out.
"Oh, no, baby. You've earned this punishment. You've been a very bad girl."
The paddle rains down on both of my ass cheeks in a series of sharp swats that warm my skin. I bite into the skin on Daddy's thigh to keep from screaming.
Fuck. It hurts.
But not as deep as the ache in my clit. I try and squeeze my thighs together to put more pressure on my sensitive nub. I'm so close to cumming that I'm almost sobbing.
Daddy can see it in my face.
"How many days did you go without sucking my dick?" he asks.
"Four! Four days, Daddy!" I wail.
He grabs me by the hair and turns my face to his.
"Look at me" he growls. "I'm going to spank you until you bleed or until you cum. Don't you DARE cum."
He shoves me back down over his lap and pins me in place with an arm banded across the middle of my back.
He comes down hard on my right ass cheek again. Even harder than before.
"One."
This time on my left cheek.
"Two."
I can't hold it in any longer. I know I will cum. I can't help it.
"Three."
When the paddle smacks my right ass cheek again, the dam inside me bursts and my body seizes up with a mind-bending orgasm as my eyes roll into the back of my head. Daddy fists my hair and again turns my face to his to watch me fall apart.
"I told you not to cum, you dirty, disgusting slut. Can't even help yourself."
He positions me again over his lap and I can feel his arm with the paddle raise. He doesn't strike right away and the anticipation has me whimpering all over again. I hear the paddle woosh through the air before fire lights up my left ass cheek. It's the most exquisite agony and it has me cumming again so hard that I can feel more squirt dribble and seep from my pussy lips.
"Four," he finishes.
Daddy runs his fingers lightly down my back as I just hang there, depleted.
"Come ride my dick" he says and he flops back onto the bed leaving me to climb up on top of him and take him inside me. This position hurts. My right knee is swollen, a flare up from an old MCL injury and after so long kneeling on the floor, I can't bare it for very long. I don't want to disappoint Daddy though so I try and push through it. Eventually, it becomes too painful. I'm overwhelmed with emotion from the cathartic spanking I just endured and the pain in my knee. Tears well up in my eyes and slide down my cheeks.
"It hurts, Daddy! My knee. I can't." I cry.
"Let's lay you down on your back, BabyGirl."
I flop down onto the bed beside him. Daddy rises up and positions himself between my legs.
