All characters over the age of 18. Daddy Dom, and his submissive brat. No incest.
"I'm on my way brat. You better be ready when I get there."
"Yes, Daddy."
I stripped out of my clothes and put them in the laundry. I grabbed Daddy's favorite whip out of his toy chest and went to my spot on the floor. I would wait here on my knees until he got home.
He told me he was coming home now, knowing he had a long drive home from the airport. He knew I would get into position immediately. I was already in trouble, and not being here and ready by the time he got home meant I would earn myself another punishment.
He wanted me to take this time on my knees to think about my punishment and why I deserved it. He wanted me to think about how the whip would sting and burn with each pass along my skin. He wanted me to think about whether or not the orgasm I had was worth it.
I didn't mean to cum without his permission but Daddy knew how much it turned me on to hear about all the dirty things he wanted to do to me. He kept teasing me with stories about how much he likes to rough me up. He likes it when my ass is so red and bruised that it hurts to sit for hours or days at a time even. He likes to bring the whip down on my body as I cry out in exquisite pain. He loves to leave marks where I, and everyone else can see. He wants everyone to know exactly who owns me.
Just thinking about it now had me wiggling on the floor in excitement. I loved seeing Daddy's marks on my body. I loved feeling him every time I moved. The burning sensation I felt with every movement never failed to make me wet and needy.
It didn't stop with the pain though. Daddy loved to take care of me. I was his brat, and his princess all rolled into one. He was strong and severe when he needed to be, but he was also caring, and he always knew exactly what I needed. He would take his time marking me and then he would hold me to him as I came down from my high. My head was always cradled under his chin, with one hand in my hair, and one wrapped around my body to rub at my back. He would speak softly praising me for how well I took my punishment.
I sat there for what felt like an eternity on my knees before I heard Daddy's footsteps outside the door. My back was straight, with my chin to my chest, and my eyes cast to the floor, my arms were up and out, and cradled in my hands was Daddy's favorite whip just waiting for him to come grab it and take control.
The door opened and Daddy's shoes appeared on the floor in front of me. "Look at you, my beautiful little whore. Waiting for Daddy just he asked."
"Welcome home Daddy," I said without looking up.
Daddy reached out and ran a hand through my hair before gripping it and pulling it back and down so that I was looking up at him. My mouth was almost even with the hard cock I knew was hidden right behind the zipper of his jeans. If I licked my lips like I wanted, I knew I would get a smack across the cheek. I kept my mouth closed.
With his other hand, Daddy cupped my cheek and ran his thumb over it in a soothing motion "I missed you brat, but you've disappointed me. I wish I could take you to the couch right now and get you reacquainted with my cock, but I think Daddy needs to punish his little whore. Isn't that, right?"
I blinked up at him disappointed in myself. "Yes, Daddy. I'm sorry I wasn't a good girl while you were gone, Sir."