She was in for it and she knew it. Daddy had her, his little one, strapped to the padded spanking bench which was quite a rarity. Normally he would have her get on and just hold on herself. If he had her strapped down that meant he had seething, particularly vicious planned for her. The bench was facing away from the chest of all their implements, and this was the most nerve wracking part. Would it be the bead tipped flogger, or the crop, or maybe he was really angry and would use the cane. Neither of them was particularly fond of the cane, her because it just plain hurt and him because of the marking. But they had agreed that if he was going to use the cane that it would have to be set forth at the beginning. So at least the cane was out, but what could it possibly be he was planning. He hadn't seemed angry when he told he what to do. Could this all just be for show? Maybe he had found out she had played with herself in the shower? That wasn't possible though because he had been at work, but she knew he had an uncanny way of knowing these things. She could hear some things being moved around but he sure was taking his time. Then there was a loud slap right square on her ass.
"I would say don't move, but I've made sure that isn't possible", he said as he moved away from her.
"I'll be right back little one, I have a new present for you." Oh, she didn't like the sound of new present. New present in this situation meant something particularly nasty that he knew she wouldn't be fond of. He had put the bench facing away from everything, so she couldn't even see him leave or come back in.
"I hope you missed me little girl more than you did while in was at work." Oh crap, busted. How he knew, she didn't know but she knew what was going to happen wasn't for her at all. His thought process was she already had her fun, now it's his turn. It's not like she even wanted to play with herself that often and it's not like she got called out on it every time ether. But it was always the risk. Hell, that was part of the fun.
"So, since you are so hot and bothered Daddy doesn't even know if he can be inside you right now. So, I have something here that will cool you down for me."
Ice, that didn't sound good. He knew she didn't like the thought of ice cubes, they were dirty. What the hell could he have in mind? Then there it was, god it was cold. She didn't even have the ability to complain, he had taken that away from her with the gag. He stepped in front of her, "Like your new toy? Don't worry it's not ice just a toy that can go in the freezer."
She knew he could see the slight fear in her eyes but there was more there than that. There was that lust that comes with being forced to do things you normally wouldn't. She knew that would drive him on and she knew at the end of this thing she would be spent and mentally broke. But that also came with its own perk of how much love and affection he would put in to taking care of her afterwards. "Oh, can't forget this thing isn't just a one trick pony," he said as she felt if come to life in her. Wow, this thing was powerful. If the cold wasn't numbing her she would go mad in a few seconds.
"Well I think that is in a good place. Why don't you warm it up for me, so I can take it out? I don't want to have to handle it cold again." He then stood up and walked behind her. Then the realization set in. Once this thing warmed up she would not be numb anymore. By that point she would already be half crazy, the full feeling of it would push her beyond her breaking point. Oh, this was going to be a long night.
Whack, one strong sharp blow fell square on her clit. " Oh, you're not getting off that easy little girl, we're going to make you pay a bit for robbing me of my pleasure with you."
Whack!
Shit that smarts, she thought as the second blow landed hard on her clit. If this keeps up, she was going to be so sore and sensitive tomorrow that even loose clothes are going to be a nightmare. Then it dawned on her, that's what he's going for. They had been together and been doing this long enough she knew how his mind worked, sometimes. His thought would be that she touched herself, so he will make it to where that's not even an option.
"So, my sweet little girl, are we getting good and tender?"
Whack, third blow, these were coming too fast to start off with. She knew he was grinning as she squirmed as much as she could. She knew it would only encourage him, but she couldn't help it. Then out of nowhere she can feel her clit being pinched, not unbearably hard but a pretty sharp little pain. And then just barely she could tell that he had stuck a finger in her. Or was it two, she was still pretty numb from the cold and it made it harder to tell.
"Nope, still nice and frosty. Guess we will have to give you some more time."
This thing kept cold well. It felt like it had not really thawed at all. The vibrations from it were still pretty dull compared to what it would be warm, but they still had a good effect.
"Now don't you think about having an orgasm, you did that one all by yourself earlier." Well no shocker there. That was the normal m.o. when she was caught. He would torture her and tease the shit out of her but she dares not cum. Oh she had made that mistake one time and that's not one she wants to repeat. Her poor ass and pussy were sore for three days from that abuse. And the worst part was he took her every night and still didn't let her cum! They had talked about that though and although it had its own fun they said they would not be that harsh again.
"Now little girl, if you're sorry just say so and we can cuddle and make up for all of this."
Not fair, not fair at all. She couldn't talk, how was she supposed to say sorry. She tried to mumble it out through the gag but of course nothing came out right.
"What was that, did you just say that you're not sorry and you want some more? Ok little one, if you insist."
Damn it, he knew damn well that's not what she was trying to say, she wanted to be off this thing and to have him in her to warm her up. But then again there was the part of her that was beyond enjoying this, the helplessness and the twisted feeling of being taken care of in a different but loving way. She began shaking her head back and forth to say no, but of course this wasn't going to work.