Author's Note: *Goddamn, I cannot believe it's been over a year since I posted chapter 1. I can't say sorry enough for slacking so bad on this. Hopefully I'll be more active now.*
Daddy walks down the stairs of the basement and finds me sprawled out on the mats. I scramble to sit up straight when he walks in. It's been hours since he left. He leaves no room for pleasantries, "You're going to be following a strict exercise routine down here." He grabs a small stack of papers from the desk. "These are the routines you'll be following, you'll have them available to reference." Gone is the smiley, cheeky man of earlier. He's all business now. "I have cameras in this room and I'll know if you don't do them." I look around the corners of the ceiling, I don't see any cameras, but I know better than to question him.
"Yes, Daddy."
"Stand up."
I get to my feet and look at him expectantly. He pulls the handcuffs from earlier out of his back pocket and opens them, walking towards me. I sadly put my arms out for cuffing.
"Good girl," he whispers and gives me a sly wink like this is some kind of game we're playing. He detaches the chain from my collar and clips it onto the cuffs, then unlocks the chain from the wall and leads me to the middle of the room. Oh no.
"Put your arms up." I obey, dreading what is to come next. I close my eyes and wait; I don't want to have to see what he's doing but I hear the chain as it attaches to the pulley system. I feel a slight pressure on my wrists as it lifts to keep me in place. It's not as tight as it was last night, but still enough to keep me in place. I feel so vulnerable and defenseless like this. I shift my weight from left to right, testing how much the restraint will let me move.
"Stop squirming." He growls. I stand still and open my eyes to see him standing directly in front of me. He runs his fingers up my stomach to my tits and pinches my left nipple hard enough to get it to stiffen. I gasp at the sensation, electricity running to my core. He swings his hand back and smacks it, with just enough force to make me grunt in pain. He walks over to the wardrobe and pulls out a flogger from the drawer. My eyes widen and my jaw drops. I can't tell if my reaction is in fear or arousal, but according to how my pussy is throbbing, it may be both.
"Here's one of the maintenance beatings I talked about earlier," he says. My mind swirls with fear; it went from 'spankings' to 'beatings' pretty quickly. My train of thought is interrupted by the light sting of the flogger on my bare ass. A small "eep!" comes from my mouth. He tsks, "Come now, babygirl, I'm just warming up!" I bite my lip to prevent more noises coming out. He flogs me again,
thwap
. I try to control my breathing. Again,
thwap.
It doesn't hurt too badly yet, but it's getting faster and harder the longer he does it.
Thwap
. I keep my mouth shut, but I think "
Okay, ow, that kind of hurts now.
" He picks up the pace, saying nothing.
Thwap, thwap thwap
. I can feel my skin start to burn a bit and I do my best not to wriggle in place. I can't help it much though, I subtly shift my weight to either of my feet so try and get the sting to be more spread out. His aim is deadly accurate, though, and he hits the same two spots every time no matter how I shift, so I give up.
"That's it, give in." He says it so quietly I almost don't hear it. I hang there, my ass burning bright red from the flogger, my hands raised above me, I feel defeated, hopeless. I close my eyes and just focus on my breathing, trying to ignore the pain, when suddenly the steady flow of stinging stops. My ass cheeks throb and I notice there are tears streaming down my cheeks. I open my eyes and see him standing in front of me, holding the flogger still. He says nothing, but holds my chin in his hand and gets very close to me, looking into my eyes. I shiver, trying not to show resistance, but also not too much weakness. He seems satisfied after a moment, and steps back, dropping my chin. He walks back over to the wardrobe. I close my eyes again and let myself go a little limp, leaning on the cuffs for support.
I hear a cabinet door close and his voice cuts through my brief moment of peace, "Stand up straight." I comply and look over at him. Now he has a large wooden paddle in his hand. It takes a lot of concentration to not panic. I let my eyelids droop and repeat the mantra in my head, "
I have to be good for him.
" I feel the first hit of the paddle as if I'm not fully in my body. It's soft enough to not make me jump, but hard enough to hurt my tender ass. I feel the tears begin to flow again, and I zone out, sobbing occasionally. After what feels like an hour, he's done. I open my eyes, puffy from crying and look around the room. Sure enough, he comes around in front of me and repeats the bizarre process of looking closely into my eyes. I don't have the energy to even change how I look at him. I must be a mess. My awareness comes back into my body a bit. I have tears and snot running down my face, my eyes are bloodshot, and I feel like I just took a hit of weed. My brain is so scattered and spacy, I don't know what to do. The feeling would almost be pleasurable if it weren't for the circumstances. He releases my chin and my head falls, I tuck my chin and stand there, numb, staring at the cold concrete floor. I hear him putting away the paddle.
"Alright, baby," He whispers, "Let's take these off." He comes up behind me and puts the lead chain back on my collar, taking it off the pulley system. I slump and struggle to keep my balance. "Woah, woah, steady," he takes his arms and pulls me against him so I don't fall.
"Sorry, Daddy," I mumble. He pulls me towards the dog bed and I stumble along. He lowers us both to the bed and spoons me again, one hand stroking my hair, the other rubbing the side of my hip.
"See, darlin," he coos in my ear, "I could make you hurt so much worse than that, but I won't if you stay nice and compliant."
I nod, "Okay Daddy," barely comprehending what he's saying. He chuckles and takes his hand off my hip and puts a finger against my lips. I instinctively open my mouth and suck on it.
"Good girl." My eyes flutter, as I feel myself drift off, his finger acting like a pacifier.
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When I wake up, the room is dark, I'm alone, and my ass hurts like a son of a bitch. I roll over onto my back. Ouch, bad idea. I move back onto my side and gently run my hand down to my ass, feeling small raised areas where the flogger hit. I wince, remembering the sting. "
Sitting is gonna be impossible for a few days,
" I think. I experiment with a few sitting positions, trying to kneel, sit criss-cross, and normally, but it all hurts like crazy. I eventually give up and lay face down on the dog bed, my feet dragging on the floor. I hear the door open and start to move so I can look.
