All characters are consenting adults
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We are in my husband's playroom, which is very different than my playroom. Mine has lots of pink and softness and toys like baby dolls, color books, crayons, and other fun stuff. His is much darker and not soft and has toys like whips, bondage racks, and things "Daddy" (the name I call my husband) likes to hit my flesh with to turn it pretty colors. Whenever we are in Daddy's playroom, I know I am there as Daddy's favoritest toy. I do whatever He says just like my toys do for me, and He has lots of fun making my skin look beautiful and my body quiver in a subby, horny mess for Him.
This time, He is focused on my tiny breasts. My hands are bound behind me, and I have been instructed to keep my chest pressed out, shoulders back, no leaning my head or shoulders forward or down. One time, I didn't obey this instruction, and when Daddy was in mid-swing, just about to make contact with my breast, I put my head down and almost got slapped in the face by mistake. He told me if I ever do that again, He is going to put my head in bondage too! So I am doing my best to keep my head up and my shoulders back like a good girl.
"You are such a beautiful princess. I am going to mark your skin with pretty colors to make you even more beautiful. Now stand still and let me have my fun," Daddy said with so much hunger in His eyes.
I know how much He needs this.
He knows how much I need it too.
Daddy unties the ribbons holding up my camisole and lowers it to my waist, exposing my small breasts for His appreciation. He fondles them softly at first and then starts groping and squeezing and giving little slaps to make them bounce a little to warm them up. Then He starts slapping them. He slaps them downward, sideways, upward, and in all directions. He does not follow a rhythm I can predict. My bondage helps me to not flinch too much, but He enjoys watching my face to see if I sense the next slap coming. He starts slapping them harder. It hurts a lot, but I kinda enjoy it, because it also feels really good, and being Daddy's toy is one of my favoritest things to be. I also know He would never break His toy, and I am safe. And I am going to have the most beautiful bruises when He is finished with me. I can feel my pussy getting wet in anticipation.
He must really need this more than usual, because He is still hitting me after much more time than I am used to. I am trying to maintain eye contact with Him in moments He is not staring at my reddened and bruising breasts. He starts to pinch my nipples really really hard, and I cannot help but react, my feet doing kind of a little dance to wiggle out the pain. He smirks and pinches harder and starts to kiss my mouth to absorb my moans. He puts His tongue in my mouth while pinching even harder on my nipples, and I am trying to kiss Him back but am probably doing more moaning than kissing.
"I might need to gag you for this next part, little one," He warned. "Or do you think you can handle the crop without making a racket?"
"I will be a big girl, Daddy," I promise.
"Very good," He beamed with pride as He reached for the crop and started paying extra attention to my already stinging nipples. I wince with pain at each whack of the crop, but I am careful not to cry out. He is really enjoying Himself, and that is making me enjoy this as well. Sometimes when He hits my nipples with the crop, it sends sort of shock waves that reach my pussy, and I feel like if He keeps it up, I could actually orgasm from this even though it hurts so much.
As if He can read my mind, He uses the crop for five hard swats on my pussy!
"owwwie, Daddy!"
"Shhhh, sweetheart. Daddy is having His fun."
Next Daddy grabs His belt and starts using that on my breasts for awhile. Then He unties my hands and turns me around so He can use His belt on my ass and thighs. I knew He would not be able to resist this even though He said today would be boob day. But it is not long after this switch, He pushes me into a bent position over the stool (a position I know I am to hold), spreads my feet apart with His feet, and begins unzipping His pants.
"It is time for your reward, princess. Are you ready?"
"Yes, Daddy! Please!," I cry.
