I start to whip you like a deranged jockey yards away from the finish line. The vocal expressions of pain and whimpering fuel my rage. The thoughts of stopping the beating are winning until...
"Did you put your hands up?"
What am I to do? Poor baby, I did land a good one on her. Should I let it slide? Has she had enough? Racing thoughts in the darkness and background noise of whimpering. I imagine you're helplessly wanting me to stop. Should I care what you want? You did let out a more painful whimper than usual. But! Rules are rules. You agreed to these rules. I am Daddy, how can I be Daddy if I say something and not follow through? Maybe she's in a lot of pain. If I let this go, what else would I let go? You are hungrily sucking on my dick, and just the way i like it where you airtight seal your lips around the head and just lick the head around with your tongue. Can I truly believe between me and myself that I own you if I let you get away with this? Would she want me to stop? Ohh she's doing such a good job sucking me....
"Baby. Why don't you listen to Daddy? Why do you argue with Daddy? You think I forgot about your eye roll when I said I have to cover for my coworker this weekend? Fucking eye rolling bitch"
The Belt beating continues. I can't go lighter or else she will think I am giving in. I don't want to go harder and hurt her too much either. If I grab her hair I can figure out where her face and head is and make sure I avoid those areas. I will just focus on her back, and sides. I can hit her thighs too, and purposely let the ground she is kneeling on break the stride of the whip but still make contact with her thighs. My hands are dropping clothing around and knocking hangers off the bar.
"Grab my dick. Cup my balls and lick them good. Yes, you can raise your hands. You can do what I tell you to do. Go ahead. Now lick my asshole a little while you're down there too. Mmm yeah. Milk my dick while you do that. Yes baby. Ohhh shit that's it. You fucking skanky whore. You like licking my ass don't you. What a fucking nasty bitch. You act proper in public and here you are. Tfoo! Open your mouth. Say ahhh! Akhh-Tfooooo! Tfooo!"
I drop the belt. Go through the hangers in the closet with my hands without seeing them. Wire hanger, no. Cheap plastic hanger, no. Thickish wood hanger...this will do. I pick you up by your hair, you grab at my hands, I open the closet door and start leading you out while beating your back with the hanger. I focus on your ass with the hanger beating, safer to beat that area. I swing that hanger like it's a tennis racquet. Pull you towards the bed, somewhere you already had an idea you will be going towards. You lay on your back on the bed, legs spread open anticipating missionary position. I get on top of you, spread you out by my forearms and upper arms, the way I always like to spread your legs. I stroke your pussy hole slowly a few times as always until I can get all the way in there. Always a little stretch and what feels like a floss snap when I first enter you. I keep your legs spread wide open and grind that cervix.
"Ohh you know Daddy needs this baby. Yes, baby it's my pussy. Good girl"
I grind my baby's pussy and make sure she knows Daddy loves her.
"Who's my flower, baby? Mmhm. Who's my little butterfly? Yes, you baby. Who does Daddy love? Mmm baby. That's right, you. Who makes sure baby is protected? Yes baby. It's my job to make sure you're safe baby. Mmmhm. Who do you call if you need anything at all? At anytime? Yes baby, anytime."
I cum in my baby's pussy as I always do. Then stay in there with my arms wrapped around her.
The End
