I've done it again.
The one thing Daddy asked me not to do.
I insulted myself, my body, my mind, the very things I choose to give to him.
My head hangs in shame, my eyes closed in humiliation, my hands trembling slightly as they entangle with each other behind my back.
"Daddy I-" I start in a small voice only to be cut off with a hand cupping my jaw and lifting my face. I keep my eyes closed but don't fight his control of my head.
"Oh princess, you know what you did, don't you?"
I nod as much as I can with his strong hands on me, my teeth worrying my lower lip.
"Open your eyes, princess." His voice is sure, controlled, and allows for nothing but obedience. My eyes open and lock with his instantly, his face so close to my own as he cradles my jaw, thumb stroking my cheek as he watches me with a strangely serene expression on his face.
"You know what has to happen now, don't you princess?"
A whimper leaves my lips before I can stop it and I see the corner of his mouth twitch like he's holding back a smile at my reaction.
"Oh yes. You do."
Daddy's other hand joins the first cupping my face and tilting my head back slightly before sliding into my hair and gripping it at the root, pulling my head back abruptly. He presses a soft kiss against my lips then leans in to whisper in my ear.
"Daddy's going to show you what happens when you insult what belongs to him. Be a good girl, take it without fighting me, and I'll be merciful. Understood?"
I nod again, more of a jerky movement than anything with his hand gripping my hair.
Daddy's hands release me so suddenly that I almost stumble despite standing still and I watch him as he turns his back to me and walks to our toy chest.
"On the bed. On your back. Hands above your head, legs spread." He orders as he searches for something.
I quickly do as he says, positioning myself as I know he wants, body trembling with anticipation and nerves from the situation.
Daddy turns from the toy box and I see his selections for the first time.
Handcuffs, three pairs of them.
I look from his hands to his face with confusion at the lack of punishment implements I was expecting in this situation.
He moves quickly, coming to the bed and lifting one of my legs by the ankle, pressing a soft kiss to the sole of my foot before cuffing my ankle to the bed frame.
He repeats this on my other leg, spreading me open as far as the frame and my body will allow.
He then moves onto the bed, straddling over my hips and leaning over me to cuff one hand, loop the metal through the bedframe and cuff the other hand. He tugs on my wrist a couple of times as if making sure I'm secured.
Once he's finished, he looks down at my face, reaching out and caressing it with his fingertips before gripping my cheeks in his hand and squeezing firmly, angling my face so our eyes are meeting. I can't look away, I am trapped by the look in his eyes.
"This fucking gorgeous mouth of yours has been spewing bullshit and I'm tired of it." He says in a low voice, leaning close to my face as he holds it in place, his hips pressing down onto my own and trapping me.
"Now what you said doesn't bear repeating. So we're not going to do that. What we are going to do is learn some fucking truths today. You will repeat everything I say back to me, understood?"
I nod once, slowly, my mind racing with this information.
He lets go of my cheeks and caresses my face again before his hand slides down, cupping my neck in his palm for a moment then sliding lower to one of my nipples to twist it until I gasp.
"My body is beautiful." He says, eyes on my face.
