"Daddy! Hi! Dinner is ready whenever you are." I say happy to see my Daddy.
"I don't want dinner right now. I want my little cum dumpster. Go to the bedroom, slut." Daddy growls.
I rush off to the bedroom not knowing what to expect. Daddy was usually happy to see me and grateful dinner was ready when he got home from work. What has gotten into him I wonder. I sit on the bed and wait.
Not long after I hear Daddy taking his shower. I pick my book up from the nightstand and start to read. I get so into my book, I don't hear him come into the room.
"Did I say you could read bitch? I told you to go to the bedroom. Put the damn book down and strip. Now!" Daddy roared.
"But Daddy..." I stammer.
"Do you want me to tear those clothes off you?" he demanded.
I quickly got out of my clothes. Oh, crap. I was wearing panties. I hope he didn't notice. I stood there naked in front of him waiting for his next order.
"What did I tell you about wearing panties in the house? Are you a stupid bitch or what? How complicated is that?" Daddy said not looking too happy.
Whack! Daddy slapped me across my face. My hand immediately went up to my cheek. It stung and I was pretty sure it was turning red. Tears welled up in my eyes. Daddy grabbed my hand away from my face and handcuffed it to my other hand. I knew I was in trouble.
With one hard shove I was pushed face down onto the bed. The next thing I felt was his hand crashing down onto my butt. Smack, smack, smack. He kept going and going I think until his hand got tired. I tried not to move as not to anger him more.
When the spanking stopped I turned my head and asked "Daddy, what's wrong?"
"You are my whore and I intend to use what is mine how I please." Daddy said with a completely serious look on his face.