Daddys Punishment 2

I had been a bad girl and I knew Daddy was going to be displeased. When He called me into His office, I knew exactly what it was going to be about. I knocked softly on His door, and when Daddy beckoned, I walked in, my head down, shoulders slumped in shame. Daddy was sitting at His desk, and His chair swiveled to face me. His hands were clasped in His lap as he looked hard at me.

"Do you know why you're here, babygirl?" Daddy asked, His voice stern, but calm. He always gave me the chance to admit my sins before calling me out on them.

"Yes, Sir." I said, my voice barely above a whisper. He didn't say anything, just lifted an eyebrow, awaiting my admission of guilt.

I took a deep breath. "I touched myself to orgasm without Your permission this week." My face blushed deep as I looked down at the floor, suddenly very interested in every scratch and piece of dust along the weathered wood.

"Look at Me, girl." Daddy ordered and my eyes automatically lifted to His. His sapphire eyes seared into mine. I blushed even harder. "Good. Now, everyone makes mistakes and Daddy can forgive the occasional one, but this didn't just happen once, did it?"

I shook my head. "No, Sir."

"Right. Tell Me again how many times you came this week." He said, His eyes still blazing into mine.

I hesitated, biting my lip. "Three times." I muttered weakly.

"Three times." He repeated, with a slight tsk. "And how many times were you allowed?"

"Zero."

"Zero." He repeated again. "Hmm." He grunted, as if He were musing it over. "Well, girl." He started, rising from His chair and moving to stand in front of me. Daddy was of average male height, but in that moment, He seemed to loom over me. My heart skipped in trepidation. "You have disobeyed Me threefold, so I think it only fair your punishment should be threefold. Don't you agree?"

I didn't. But I knew better than to say that. "Yes, Sir." I mumbled, casting my eyes down. Daddy didn't like that. He tucked his fingers under my chin and roughly raised it so I couldn't look away. "I said, eyes on Me!" He barked, adding a small slap to my cheek once He'd let go of my chin. I didn't dare turn away again.

"Good. Now you should know Daddy didn't just come up with your punishment on a whim. I have thought long and hard about what would be suitable. You need to learn that your actions have consequences. So, first, I am extending your orgasm restriction for another two weeks."

I suppressed my groan. Two weeks? I couldn't even last one, how was I supposed to last two more? It wasn't fair, but I knew better than to challenge Daddy. Daddy determines what is fair, not me.

"Now. Walk up to the edge of My desk, and bend over it." Daddy ordered. I obeyed, approaching the desk, placing both hands and forearms flat against it as I bent forward, my ass pointing outward, legs parted. I felt Daddy's big hand move over one ass cheek, almost caressingly. I knew that wouldn't last. His hand moved down to the hem of my dress, swiftly yanking it up. I quickly thanked every possible version of God, Creator, the Universe, whatever, that I hadn't worn panties today. Daddy wouldn't have liked having to deal with those. He pushed my dress up my back and His hands fell away for a moment. I could feel His eyes on me, examining me. Then that hand was back on my ass.

"I'm not going to go easy on you this time, girl." Daddy said, His voice deep and steely. "Spanking for punishment is not like spanking for play. Understand?"

Fuck. My heart pounded. "Y-yes, Sir." I breathed, suddenly nervous.

"Good." The word had barely escaped His lips before His palm connected hard with my right ass cheek. I let out a yelp at the stinging pain, but He didn't stop. Three hard smacks, followed by three more on the other cheek. "Couldn't stop thinking about Daddy's cock in your pussy, could you?" He barked, landing four harder smacks in a row. I cried out loudly before responding. "No, Sir." I gasped.

Daddy chuckled sadistically. The spanking stopped for a moment but I knew it wasn't over. I shuddered when I heard the sound of Daddy undoing His belt, the clink of the buckle and the swift slide of the belt through the loops. "Couldn't keep your hands away from yourself." The belt cracked through the air just before it connected with my ass in a sharp blow. I yelled out my pain, instinctively twisting away, but I made sure to resume position. "Such a fucking horny little cunt!" He growled, landing two more harsh hits. I knew my ass must be flaming red by now. It definitely felt like it was aflame.

"I bet that slutty pussy of yours is soaking wet right now, isn't it?" He taunted before roughly shoving two thick fingers inside me. I whimpered, slightly embarrassed that I was, in fact, drenched and also because those fingers felt so good. But that wasn't the point. Daddy pulled His fingers free, wiping them on my reddened ass. "Pathetic." He spat, giving me another lash.

My cries filled the room as Daddy continued to strike me even harder. I was desperate to hold onto something. One hand found and gripped a stress ball tightly, the other clenched onto a sheet of paper, crumpling it. God, I hoped it wasn't important.

"Daddy, please!" I gasped, on the verge of tears. But Daddy wasn't finished. Not yet. He landed one final blow and before I could even process what was happening, the belt dropped and Daddy was behind me. I felt the bulbous head of His thick cock press against me and then He shoved inside, filling my pussy in one long thrust. He wasted no time in slamming into me. He was unconcerned with any pleasure I might have been feeling, or any pain. He just needed a place to cum.

My ass was still raging and His hips brushing it with every hard thrust only irritated it more. He got in a few more spanks as He fucked me, spitting out names and insults as He did so. It didn't take Him long to explode, emptying His hot, sticky seed deep inside me. I clenched my muscles around Him tightly, wanting to keep as much inside me as possible.

Daddy pulled free, giving me another small smack. "That's gonna leave a mark or two." He breathed satisfactorily, before carefully pulling my dress back down over my raw, reddened ass.

"You may stand up, babygirl." He said and I slowly pushed myself up, releasing the stress ball and paper. Daddy moved to sit back in His chair. "Come here."

I walked over to Him, albeit gingerly. It hurt to fucking walk! Daddy took my hand. "You took your punishment well." He assured me, pulling me down into His lap. I winced as He settled me down on His legs, looping an arm around my shoulders, letting me lean into Him. "You were a very good girl. You'll be more mindful about disobeying Daddy from now on, won't you?"

I nodded, burying my face in His shoulder. "Yes, Daddy." I mumbled.

"Mmm good girl." He coaxed, rubbing my back gently to help me calm down. "Relax for now, baby." He said, His voice much softer than moments before. I rested into Him, reveling in the peaceful buzz of the aftermath.

"Oh, and babygirl?"

"Mmm, yes Daddy?" I muttered, drowsy in my haze.

"Don't think I've forgotten your third part of your punishment." He said, as if it could be both a threat and a promise.

I didn't really like either of those options.