People didn't understand why she called him "Daddy". He took care of her in every sense of the word. Emotionally, He was there for every tear, outburst, and smile. Physically, she was only hungry for the length of time it took for Him to cook, He made sure her outfit for the day was presentable, drew her bath, brushed her hair, helped her dress. Spiritually, He encouraged her faith, engaged her thoughts on the subject, showed her the Goddess He saw her as, and allowed her worship of Him as her God. He kissed her ailments. He enjoyed her company when she regressed too little space. He loved her and would do anything for her. In exchange, she need do only one thing; Follow the rules. She knew the rules, had written them in her own hand at his command. She also knew what He would do if she failed to follow Daddy's rules. That was where her issue came in. She loved the dangerous flash behind His eyes when she sassed Him and found herself pinned by her throat to the wall. She loved the sting He left on her ass when she ignored a direct command. So, to say she knew she would be punished for wandering the mall instead of going home post work, would be an understatement. She relished the fact that Daddy would undoubtedly tie her down and whip her until she was bruised for her blatant disregard of the rule about coming home before anywhere else. It was the whole reason she did it.
When she came home it was dark both outside and in the house she shared with Daddy. Coming through the foyer, she attempted to flick on the lights, still carrying her purchased, to no avail. Worry began to set in as she passed the kitchen and dining room, neither of which had any power.
"D-Daddy?" she called out, tentatively as she came to darkened living room. When she crossed the threshold, she felt her heart palpitate. Only a few steps in and her sudden scream was stifled by the hand now clamped over her mouth. Her bags were forgotten as attempted to struggle. A deep breath sounds by her ear.
"Where have you been, little Girl?"
All of her strength and struggle drained at the sound of His voice and arousal relieved her adrenaline. His lips skimmed the column of her throat before He bit down harshly over her pulse. Her body tensed in pain. As His teeth released, so too did His hand. Immediately, she began to try to apologize only to be silenced, this time by His hand on her throat, thumb pressing hard into His bite. Her eyes fluttered as He pushed her roughly against the wall. She rubbed her thighs together in the hopes of friction on her throbbing center. Now I've done it! She mentally giggled. Daddy's gonna punish me real hard this time! She nearly moaned aloud. Stopping herself only because she knew if she made even the slight sounds of vocal approval at His treatment the punishment would be dropped because she wasn't supposed to enjoy her consequences. But her mind found an endless void of pleasure at Daddy's methods for correcting her attitude. She had struggled with her self loathing for years and as a result would lash out at the people she cared about in the most hateful of ways. His love and discipline brought her to a better sense of self control. She craved this brutal attention and He obliged her.
"Do you or do you not know and understand your rules?" He asked, hand still preventing the air flow as He kicked her feet apart and pressed His hard body against her pliant flesh, holding her more firmly in place. "Nod, Princess."
Her head tilted fractionally in affirmation.
"Did you break a rule today?"
Another small nod as black dots swam from the corners of her eyes, her panties growing more damp the longer He held her pinned.
"You have two minutes to get to your room and prepare for your repercussions. Starting... Now. "
He released her and stepped back. She paused defiantly to stare at Him in the street light shining through the window.
"Now, little Girl!" He commanded in a low threatening tone, prompting her rabbit-like bolt down the hallway towards the spare bedroom that had been converted to her little space. The room was painted in her favorite colors with a lace canopy that hung to her pallet of cushy pillows and blankets where all of her stuffies resided when she wasn't playing with them. An entire wall was devoted to punishment equipment. Various instruments of pain and pleasure lined the built-in shelves just waiting for Daddy to use them on her. Some of the instruments were better as a punishment and some were better as a reward. The room held a sex bench, a recliner, and a sex swing. It held an odd mix of child's play room and sex dungeon. She unhooked her bra while running and practically ripped it off along with her shirt. Unbuttoning her pants, she cursed her incessant desire to wear high top Converse as she struggled to remove them. Shoes were finally followed by her pants leaving her in only a lacy pair of purple boy shorts. She had barely knelt when He walked in. Keeping her eyes down and mouth shut she pondered what Daddy would choose from the shelves to correct her behavior with today. Lost in her fantasies of whips and chains, she didn't hear His approach. Her swallow was audible when His fingers curled in her hair and snatched her head back.
"Were you a bad girl today?"
His hands palmed her breast as He waited for her answer, pinching her nipple when she took too long. She bit her lip to hold back the pained moan before she whispered,
"Yes, Daddy."
His fingers caresses her lovingly post her answer. Her back arched, further pressing her breast into His palm as the dinners threaded in her hair loosened. Seeing the enjoyment in her face His touch left her completely, making a pout form on her lush lips.
"Up."
She stood, head down, eyes nearly closed. By this point, she could feel her arousal had wholly soaked the crotch of her panties. Her cunt throbbed at the thought of how He would fuck her after He taught her a lesson.
"Kneel."
She scurried in front of where Daddy now sat on the plush recliner, dropping in front of Him, eyes still demurely down cast. His fingers curled under her chin to lift her gaze to His.
"Why do I punish you?"
"To help me grow as a person, Daddy."
Her answer was automatic. His hand lovingly cups her face as He nods.
"That's right, Beautiful. What rule did you break today?"
She smiles at his praise before a look of contrition crosses her features as she replies.
"I did not return home after work to check in with Daddy before I went shopping nor did I call to convey my safety and location."
"Thank you for understanding what you did wrong. This is going to cost 25 lashes. Over my knee, young lady."
"Yes, Sir."
Her response is barely audible as she assumes the position. In her state of high arousal it didn't occur to her to check the table to see what He would be using on her. A nervous panic began when her panties were removed and she tried to ask only to change course when the thick wooden paddle connected securely with her bare ass.
"Wh-ONE!"
Tears sprang at the sting across her under-butt and thighs. By the time she reached 10 she had a full trail of tears under both eyes. 15 found her gasping and begging for it to end between counting. He paused, running a rag He had set in a bowl of ice, over her bright red backside to cool the skin while reminding her,
