The images on the screen flit in front of Cassie as she moans and strokes her dripping wet sex. She refused to admit to anyone, even her Daddy Dom, that she was bisexual. But here she was on the edge of orgasm, propelled entirely by the sight of watching a girl submit to a beautiful woman. When she was honest with herself, she knew that she wished it could be her. It shouldn't be such a big deal, to be bisexual, when she already openly admits to calling her lover Daddy and has already given into her intense need to submit to his commands. But for her, it was a big deal. She had spent her entire life raised in the Christian patriarchy. Indeed, if her parents knew the extent of control she allowed her partner, they would probably applaud her. However, they would be the first to condemn her if she even whispered about a desire to be with a woman.
Today, she considers herself a proud feminist despite her submission, but the shadows of the past still linger. Cassie has always been one to care too much about what other people think. She shook her head to discourage the path her thoughts had taken and returned her attention to the screen. The Mistress now had the slave girl kneeling between her legs, and commanded her to service her clit with her tongue while she applied a riding crop to the girl's already marked ass. That was almost more than Cassie could take. Right as she felt the sweet release of orgasm begin, her loud moans filling the room, the bedroom door flew open and she yanked her hand away and blushed furiously. Damn it. This was the third time she had gotten caught playing this week. She knew full well she was out of warnings.
"Daddy! I didn't expect you to be home for another couple of hours."
He arched a brow sardonically. "Clearly."
Cassie lowered her eyes. "I'm sorry."
"So I've heard. Three times this week."
She gulped audibly.
"What has gotten into you lately? You know better than to touch yourself without My permission."
"Um. I don't know..."
"That is not an acceptable answer, young lady. Tell me, what are you watching that makes you so hot that you forget the rules?"
Her eyes widened. He had never asked her that before. She quickly slammed the laptop closed. His stern, but slightly amused expression turned dangerous quickly.
"Are you keeping Secrets, Cassandra?"
She winced. Oh, shit. Even young lady was safer than her full first name.
"Um. No Daddy, of course not."
"Then, may I see your laptop?"
She hugged the computer close to her chest in lieu of an answer.
He sighed. "You know I will never invade your privacy without permission baby girl. But there is something going on that you aren't telling me. And I will find out what it is. Maybe at the end of your punishment you will be ready to tell me."
Even though she knew it was coming, and that it was deserved, her inner brat piped up.
"But Dadddyyy, I don't want a punishment!"
"Hmm, let's see. We have three counts of playing without permission, and probably more that I don't know about," He paused to let her feel the full effect of his piercing gaze.
"We have one count of you keeping a secret from me and lying about it. Do you want to add being a brat to the list of things we must correct today?"
Her face fell visibly. "No, Sir."
He put a finger under her chin and raised her eyes to his.
"You're still my good girl and I still love you. But you know you deserve this, don't you?"
"Yes Daddy."
"Good. Over my knee, little girl."
Cassie draped herself over her Daddy's lap, bracing herself for the sting that was to come.
"I'm not going to tell you how many and you do not have to count."
She squeezed her eyes shut tight. That meant she really was in big trouble.
His hand cracked across her upturned pale ass hard without any warning or warm up. He continued in that fashion, striking every spot on her ass and thighs until bright red handprints overlapped everywhere and she was sobbing. It took a lot to make her cry, and he never continued on long after she started because he admittedly could not stand the sound of her tears. He slowed the pace and the intensity as he firmly lectured her for each of her misdeeds. When he saw that she had truly had enough, he sat her up in his lap and stroked her hair and whispered soft, sweet words while she buried her face against his chest. He gently rocked her until the sobbing quieted and he pulled her back to gently brush the rest of her tears away.
"I have a confession." He said.
Cassie looked up, startled. That was her line.
"I know you have a secret because I have already figured out what it is. In fact, I already had plans for tonight to show you what I know. I still do."
She thought it over. He couldn't possibly know. She had been so careful about erasing the history on any shared computers. And she knew he really would never invade her privacy by reading her journal. But what could be the harm in allowing him to believe he knew? She was actually quite curious.
"Okay Daddy." She said simply, and moved to get up.
"Babygirl, you know your punishment isn't over. You had warnings. You know it can't just be a spanking."
Damn it. A girl could dream.
He scooped her up easily in his arms and laid her down on the bed on her back.
"Don't move or I will tie you up."
He reached down and began to stroke her poor, swollen, clit.
"Who do you belong to?"
"I belong to you, Daddy!" She gasped.
He continued his attentions, slipping one finger, then two into her drenched pussy, massaging her G-spot. It took all of her effort not to writhe or buck her hips. She needed to cum so badly.
"Who gets to decide when you get to cum?"
She whimpered, knowing that she wouldn't be any time soon. "You do, Sir."
"That's right. Hopefully next time you will remember that."
He suddenly stopped, and she groaned in frustration.
"On your hands and knees. Now."
