"Secondly, bitch." The way he said the insult made me shiver. "No son of mine would be a submissive bitch like you, so from now on you're going to be a good daughter." He was just humiliating me, at least I hoped so. "And daddy has some plans for what to do with his sweet sissy daughter." I felt his fingers run through my hair, then tighten. I saw his hand reach for his belt, for once I was hoping he was planning on belting me.
As soon as his belt was undone, his pants fell away, revealing a large bulge in his underwear. My entire brain screamed that this couldn't be happening, but I could still hear his voice. "Now be a good girl for daddy and I won't have to punish you." His grip on my hair tightened and his other hand pulled off his underwear, revealing his cock. It hit me in the face as it sprung out, already hard and wet. He used my hair to move me so my lips were against the tip.
"Open your mouth." His voice was quiet but firm. I refused, I wasn't going to do this. Then I felt a burning sting along my back and screamed. I had played with the lash before, but had never swung it anywhere near that hard. It felt like my back had been cut open, except the entire line burned. "Be a good girl and open your mouth." He repeated firmly.
I could see the lash in his hand out of the corner of my eye. I resisted, right up until I saw him raise it again, then I opened my mouth as wide as I could and closed my eyes. "Good girl." He said gently, and I felt him push forwards. The head was all the way in my mouth, dripping salty fluid right onto my tongue. "Don't worry sweetie, just do as I say. Close your mouth and try sucking."
I obeyed reluctantly. The moment I had opened my mouth I knew what was going to happen, and knew I had no choice, I couldn't take one more blow from the lash if my life depended on it. His hand moved through my hair, gently brushing it. "Good girl, now lick the head, this won't take long." Every nerve in my body was telling me no, well except the ones still burning from my punishment. I pushed my tongue up and ran it against the soft head of his cock, both hoping and fearing what would happen when he finished.
It stayed like this for what felt like dozens of minutes. His hand kept stroking my hair lovingly, and his voice kept calling me a good girl, followed by simple orders on what to do with my lips and tongue. My body relaxed and I obeyed every command, always rewarded with another "Good girl."
"Now sweetie, you're almost done, but this last part is the most important. Swallow." I knew what he meant from that one word and was disgusted. He began thrusting in my mouth, his cock moving over my tongue. I felt it twitch and heard him begin groaning, then I tasted it. His cum came in spurts, almost evenly spaced. I don't know if it was intentional or just luck, but the first came when he was almost all the way out, landing right on my tongue. The taste was repulsive, and the texture worse. I felt myself gag as another spurt hit the roof of my mouth. I felt sick as another came, and then another, and then the last one.
As soon as his cock left my mouth I spit the cum out instinctively. I kept spitting even after most of it was out, trying to get the lingering taste to leave, but it wouldn't. Then I felt the lash on my other side and yelped. My father loudly sighed and pulled on my hair. "You were doing so well babygirl, I was going to reward you, but then you had to disobey me." I felt his hands shove the gag back into my mouth, then push my head downwards so I was looking at the floor, able to see the large puddle of cum I had spit out.
"I was going to untie you, but you clearly haven't fully processed things yet. You'll spend the rest of today and tonight thinking on our new relationship, and over the weekend I will make sure you understand it." I heard him type something on my computer, then turn it off. Next he went and turned off the lights, leaving my room dark. "And remember babygirl, daddy loves you." Somehow his voice was both sweet and horrifying. After saying that, he closed the door, leaving me alone in the dark to think.
