Punishing Daddy...

My eyes are wide with wonder and appreciation, shining brightly as I take in the amazing sight before me. The almost naked man sleeping on my bed. I rest my chin comfortably on his thigh. Listening to his breathing as he naps. His eyelids flickering as he dreams. I wonder what he could be seeing, feeling, experiencing.

We lay together on my plush canopy bed, surrounded by the soft, elegant black and white sheets with intricate filigree patterns, a vibrant yellow comforter, and plush pillows. The solid black curtains of the canopy and the closed blinds on my windows envelop us in a cozy, intimate darkness, making it feel as though all that exists is this bed and us. Nothing more. It's only noon, a Saturday, but you'd think it were night.

Gently trailing my fingers over his skin, I'm fascinated at the silkiness of his limp cock as it rests against his pubic bone. It twitches and jumps every now and then, keeping my attention ever so diligently. Even asleep and flaccid, it's beautiful and calling me to run my lips over it. To feel that softness more personally than with my fingers. I Lean up and give it a gentle kiss, watching as it gets just a tiny bit harder.

Last night he discovered a secret I've been holding back, a dark side to my kinks that I was too afraid to share. And this morning after respecting my routine and breakfast, he guided me through a punishment and lesson for growth. After which, we a shared in some aftercare of cuddles and reassurances that the punishment was taken well and our bond stronger for it. Soon after, he fell asleep while still holding me.

I slept too, but not for long, because as part of my punishment he left me feeling so turned on and needy, denying me of any orgasm. How could I possibly sleep that away. Now, I feel like a flame that can't put myself out but is in danger of burning the whole building down. I need a release, and as I lay here caressing and feeling his every bit, growing in hunger to swallow that dick and make it grown, using my tongue, I come up with an idea...

Still sleeping, I attempt to rouse him. Taking a long, slow lick from his balls to his tip, my tongue wobbles over the veins and muscles as he begins to harden even more, waking him. To my tongue it feels like a bumpy road the harder he is, one I'm gladly chancing the suspension on with each dip, curve, and bump I glide over. When I get to his tip, I wrap my lips around it tight and start to suck his length into my mouth, needing to feel him hit my gag.

"Mmm, good mor.." He goes to stretch but stops short, realizing his wrists and ankles are bound tight to the bed, and his sweatpants pulled all the way down. He knows now that I've been naughty while he slept on. I can't help the giggle that escapes me. I'm on my knees next to him, a big, excited smile plastered across my face, his hard cock in my fist, wet with my spit as I pump him.

"Baby girl, what are you doing?" He asks with a threat looming on his tongue and need in his tone, I bet he's thinking how red he'll make my ass for this one.

We have a house rule. If he dictates when I get to wear panties and which ones I wear, then I get to make my own bratty demand that if he sleeps here, he must be in sweatpants. Easy access, and a great outline. I'm a simple girl, stubborn but simple.

"You remember my last punishment, Daddy?" I say sweetly, "When you spanked me until you left marks, tortured my little pussy without allowing me a release, and set a rule that I can't get myself off until you say so?"

Sliding my lips down the entirety of his length, my nose brushes against his abdomen, triggering a surge of arousal within me as I finally encounter the gag reflex, I've been seeking. I still myself for a moment, trying to push my gag to hold out longer, causing him to groan and take a deep breath. I hear his hands clink from trying to reach down so he can fist my hair, but he can't. Right now, it's Daddy who gets the punishment. His hips lift slightly, seeking to go deeper into my throat. His ass clenches hard against the mattress as more groans and growls spill from his lips. His frustration growing.

I love watching his reactions to me and the pleasure I give. The more I'm able to satisfy him, the greater my own happiness becomes. Bobbing up and down rapidly over and over, building him up and making him sensitive, I then suddenly pull all the way off. Pumping rhythmically with my hands, as I take a moment to catch my breath and let him answer.

"Mmmm, fucking brat. That was this morning, of course I remember. Do you remember what the punishment was for?" I nod my head, "Say it out loud, lamb, tell Daddy why he had to mark your pretty ass and torture your tight pussy?"

"Because I forgot to close my personal porn logs from view on my laptop, and you not only saw how often I watch them, but that I've been hiding my dark and twisted kinks from you too."

"Mmhmm, because you've been holding back, and that denies Daddy the chance to earn your trust and deepen our bond. If you don't let me in, if you hide things, how will we grow together?"

"I'll do better, Daddy. Promise." and I mean it.

"That's my good girl. Now release me so I can take care of that greedy cunt, then we'll handle the new punishment you've now earned yourself."

"Yes, Daddy." I get up and remove each cuff from his wrists and ankles. Now released, he turns to me,

"Now, remove your sleep shirt and bend over my knee. Punishing Daddy for taking too long to end your punishment, is not how this works, little girl. You earned that punishment fair and square, and you agreed to it. I had planned on taking care of you once I was awake, but I think we need to re-redden these cheeks first, as a reminder that while I will always take care of your needs, baby girl, you're training still comes first."

"Yes Daddy." I pull off my flimsy shirt and bend over his knees, holding his ankles to keep myself in place, and accepting my punishment. A flutter rises up in me. His hand lovingly caresses the globes of my ass, taking his time and gearing me mentally. His fingers circling and creeping closer and closer to my sweet spot, until he finally reaches it and feels how wet I already am for him. When he does, I hear him hum.

"When we can't offer one another vulnerability, honesty, we deny growth in our relationship in the trust between us, do you agree?"

"I do, Daddy."

"Good, that's my good lamb. I'm glad I saw your logs, do you know why, little lamb?"

"No."

"Because now that I know your darker interests, and where they come from, I understand you better. I know you only hid this because you were scared of my reaction, but let me assure you, I like those things too. And that if you want, I'd like to explore those needs with you. Is that something you'd be interested in too, baby girl?" He asks as he caresses my cheeks, stalling and building my anxiety for this spanking because for the moment he is appealing to my anxiety and fears over the topic, he's showing me gentle care to help me feel safe about this side of me now being in the light. But soon, I know it'll shift, and I will see the heavier side of him as he punishes me. A side I love to see.

"Yes Daddy, please." I agree.

"Maybe we'll start with getting a mask to wear when I fuck this slutty cunt, perhaps a St. Andrew's cross too, so I can torture your pussy with a wand without letting you cum, then gag you with my dick when I make you taste yourself on me. What do you think? Should I stalk you in the night, grab you when you least expect and drag you into a dark alley where I fuck you against a hard brick wall with my hand over your mouth, whispering into your ear how much of a dirty fucking whore you are... Would that make my little lamb happy? Will it make your hungry little pussy happy? To be scared, intimidated, and used hard? Because I won't be gentle, I'll push you to your limits, then start over again, and again until you're nothing but a twitching, quivering pile before me. A Cock whore needing Daddy to violate and free use her so hard she can't walk?" I can't help the subtle yet obvious grind of my hips to the pleasure his words roll over my being, I really need him to spank me now, I need that sting to distract me from cumming. I'm so turned on it would only take a subtle lick of wind against my lips to set me a light.

I know the moment his hand lifts, because the air cools my skin where he was before. I brace for the pain, and in the next breath his hand comes down, hard. The slap is loud, the sting even louder. Pain flares and my pussy contracts. My hips then give a slight roll forward trying to escape from anymore.

The sting from his spanking ignites a paradox within me - a part of me recoils from the pain, yearning to fight free and escape the discomfort... while another part of me begs and demands for more intense, hungry strokes and more vibrant colors that linger. It's a conflict and desire that I've held for most of my life. One that ensures lessons are truly learned in stubborn minds. I used to be ashamed by this need, but as I lie across Daddy's lap, his rigid cock growing even harder with each spank, I feel a sense of validation and acceptance wash over me for my twisted ways, embracing this complex facet of my being, and enjoying every bit of it, because I am not alone in it. Daddy loves it too.

Twenty lashes later and Daddy tells me to lay down on my now spicy cheeks while his removes his sweats completely from where I had pushed them down to his ankles earlier. Something I will absolutely do the next time I think to tie him up and brat him hard, just for the pleasure of feeling that beautiful cock strain and leak against my belly as he spanks me, like he did just a moment ago.

"Now, what did we learn from this, little lamb?" He asks of me once this part of my punishment is over.

"Never punish a well-earned and agreed upon punishment." I answer.

"That's right. Good girl, now we won't be repeating this little act of rebellion in the future, right?" He gives me that look that says he expects me to be 'corrected' now in my attitude, but the thing is I enjoyed this too much, so I lie. "No Daddy, I will behave next time and practice patience." Crossing my fingers in my mind.

"Good girl. Now, let's take care of this succubus cunt of yours, seems it's starving for my attention."

He starts by lowering himself at my core,

"Legs wide, love." He orders and I obey.

He seals his lips around my clit, drawing the sensitive bud into his mouth before tracing his tongue against it, the potent combination of suction and lip pressure stimulating the thousands of nerve endings that lie dormant, now awakened and screaming with sensation. My fingers comb into his hair, savoring the silky texture of his strands before intertwining and fisting them, using this grip to grind my hips upward into his mouth, urging him to intensify the way he eats me out.

Which he does, his licks transforming into bold, deliberate strokes, while his fingers work in tandem to massage and stretch my intimate skin, expertly manipulating me into a quivering, sensual mess. As he inserts two fingers into my depths, the knuckles of his remaining fingers collide against my sore and sensitive ass, pleasure and punishment all in one. A potent reminder of the dominance he wields in this erotic exchange, his touch assertively demonstrating who holds the power as he claims my pussy with unyielding mastery.

The more turned on and close to eruption he makes me, the hungrier for his cock I get. I beg him to let me suck while he plays with me, needing it so bad it almost hurts.

"Gimme, please! I need your cock, fill my mouth, fuck my throat, Daddy, please!"

But he doesn't. "You want my cock baby? You can have it, but not there. That's part of the new punishment today, a spanking and no cock sucking. You'll take it in your cunt, and you'll love every pound of it."

That might my biggest punishment ever.

He gets up from where he lays between my legs with his face in my slit, to now come over me on top. He straddles my hips, planking his upper body over mine, pressing our chests together tightly, so that he was all around me, caging in my head, pressing my body down tight. All that exists in this moment is him and me. He locks his eyes to mine and watches me as he very slowly breaches my hole. He has to push hard, stretching my tight opening to fit around his meaty girth. The pain of it is laced with a needy sensation bordering on making me cum right then, my hips take over and angle themselves, rising into him and trying to get him in deeper, faster, to the one spot I want to feel him most. But he growls and freezes.

"Stay still, or I'll punish this greedy cunt before I fuck it." He says, one hand coming down and holding my neck in a vice. I try to still myself, attempting to regain my control, obeying his command immediately, in favor of finally getting what I've been so needy for.

He continues pushing in slow, agonizingly slow, and I feel the veins and muscle ridges of his cock, one by one, sliding through my vice grip of an opening. It frustrates me so badly; how slow he goes and how amazing he feels. Zings and drips of honey fill my pussy, my stomach contracting hard to keep my cunt from taking over again and trying to fuck him back. I feel his big mushy head slide into that special spot I need him, the empty void inside of me that longs to be filled and stroked to perfection. My eyes roll and I bite my lip as I feel him twitch there, then without pausing so I get used to his size, he instead suddenly begins to slam his hips against mine.

He's ruthless in his invasion. Still locked in a battle of 'don't look away' Daddy watches me struggle to take him as he pumps into me rough and hard. Enjoying every moment of it, every ounce of frustration and hyperarousal he causes me. I do to, even though at first, I'm torn between the searing pain of his immense size and the intoxicating pleasure that threatens to consume me, it quickly shifts to the later of those.

Upon watching this inner battle of mine, his lips curl into a sly, dominant smile, exuding a sense of devious triumph, of mastery over me. He's proud of how much I like the way he touches me. He's proud to own my flesh and my heart. But then he finally breaks the hold between us, his eyes dropping to watch as his massive cock glides in and out of my tiny, wet cunt, the sight of our entwined bodies too enticing to resist. Even for him.

I watch him, craving to see the unguarded depths of his desire, to know that he's fully immersed in this experience with me. In this our passion becomes a shared, mutual obsession. Working in tandem we reach for the stars behind our own eyes and each other's.

His growls and grunts grow louder, more intense, and I feel him swell up inside of me, then that word he always says right before,

"Fuck!"

I lean my head back, close my eyes, and moan deep and loud as I cum with him. Savoring the feeling and knowledge of my insides being painted in his ownership, marked by his essence.

I am his.