“Daddy! Please!” she cried falling to the ground, reaching for her right cheek. She crumpled down to her right side, her eyes looking up at my stunned while she felt and nursed her cheek, red from the backhand.
“You wasted some of my cum. I give you the privilege of feeding from me and you wasted it,” I said, calmly in a low voice. I could not blame her really. She was such a small girl, dainty and gently. Some was sure to spill out, especially with my full load. But she had to be punished. She had to learn her place.
Automatically and quickly to placate me, Keri was on her knees before me and I felt her warm lips and kisses falling on my feet and my ankles, her gentle soft hands holding my ankles. “Mercy. Show your girl mercy,” she begged, kissing and licking my feet. “Show your girl mercy Master.”
My ears were stunned. I couldn’t believe she was calling me Master, but it must have seemed natural now that I look back, with me punishing her, and then showing even more strict discipline when she had displeased me. Calling me master and kissing my feet to placate me must have been natural for her. She was my daughter and only in her early twenties but she was a woman already.
I was too far gone to stop now. She had already sucked my cock and I had let her drink my cum. There was no point in stopping. “Give me your panties without rising from your knees,” I ordered her and watched as she immediately obeyed, eagerly following my commands. She pushed her white cotton panties down to her knees and then lifted one knee at a time to remove them and then handed them to me with her head down. I took then and roughly pushed her hands behind her back and listened to her grunt and gasp in shock as I tied her wrists tight, the panties being sufficient to secure her. “Free yourself!” I ordered in a rough voice. She whimpered and grunted but worked hard at trying to free her wrists, writhing and twisting till finally she stopped and looked up at me meekly.
“I cannot.” I raised my eyebrow, looking down at her. “—Master.”
“Now clean my cock off,” I ordered next and she nearly flung herself forward to lick and suckle at my still hard cock, tasking and sucking the cum off of my shaft. She moaned when she felt it jump beneath her warm tongue, sensitively trailing over the head of my cock and I moaned lightly, feeling the sensation flow through me. The intensity of her blow job and the heat from the night put together was too much for me. I could even more feel another load of cum building inside me.
Keri looked up at me humbly while I watched her tongue trailing over the shaft of my cock and the swirled over the head, stimulating me as well as cleaning me off. Her eyes never leaving mine, she licked her lips almost brazenly as if she was savoring every last drop. She sighed. “I’m sorry for dripping your cum, daddy. Master’s cum is sacred and I was right to be punished. Please forgive your little girl. Please show mercy on your little slave,” she breathed in a meek quiet voice but with fire and passion in her eyes. Before I could respond, she thrust her head down onto my cock, sucking and licking while her head bobbed up and down, arousing me again with her tongue and mouth on me.
“We’ll see little girl,” was all I could bear to say in the situation, as stunned as I was. I groaned and moaned a little and that drove her on sucking even harder, working even harder to placate me, to beg forgiveness to be shown mercy. Her mouth was working wonders on my stiff cock, tongue dancing around it, her dainty mouth and lovely lips wrapped around me while her head thrust downward with increasing passion. Her whole body was moving to give her leverage as she forced more of my cock down her throat. Her hips were lifting and falling, her ass writhing in the air, clearly arousing her again as she sucked on me. Tiny whimpers and moans of need were caught in her throat at my cock, as she tried desperately to find relief. But I was giving her none. My little girl had to be taught a lesson, I thought. But it was erotic to watch her sucking me with her whole body. This was not just a blow job. My little girl was truly fucking me with her mouth, with her whole body as her thin arms fought toe restrains, wanting to go for her little hot pussy, to touch herself. The arousal and desperate need only made her work harder at placating me, at sucking me, to please me.
Without warning, she lifted her head, and rubbed her cheek on my cock lightly and looked up at me. Your little girl loves her daddy’s cock. Your slave loves her master’s cum.” She placed a kiss on the tip of me cock, deferentially and then stood up, brazenly, heatedly and all I could do was sit their watch, my cock throbbing and hard, aching to fuck her, wanting to be deep inside her hot wet pussy. Her black mini skirt, as tight as it was, was still bunched up at her waist and I could see her pussy, beautiful, like a little young flower waiting to be taken. Her puffy lips were swollen and red, waiting to be opened and used. Her baby smooth pussy glistened with her need, wet and waiting. I licked my lips subconsciously.
My eyes trailed over her hungrily and she seemed to stand straighter, reveling in the attention I was paying her. Naturally her weight went to her right foot as she lightly flexed her left knee with her left foot pointed outward a little. It was a naturally submissive posture. Her back was straight, arched a little as I saw her flushed red skin, mottling and reddening even more under my frank appraisal and attention. Her eyes looked to me respectfully, glistening and begging to be found pleasing. My little girl was standing before me as a female slave, bound in restraints by my hands, the ownership significance obviously not lost on her. My eyes trailed up to her firm C-cup breasts and she thrust them forward a little for appraisal, subconsciously I am sure, but I could distinctly see her hardened nipples showing through her thin white lace bra.
“Does daddy like what he sees?” she asked in a voice mixed with passion and respect, heat and desire and submission. “Do I pass inspection?” Without a word, I jumped off the couch and backhanded her again, this time across the left cheek. She yelped in pain and sock and crumpled to the ground, unable to nurse her face, unable to move in her bonds.
“Insolence and disrespect will not be tolerated,” I informed her quietly, whimpering and small, submissive and lovely at my feet. Wordlessly, whimpering and weeping, she pulled herself from where she was lying and moved her head to my feet and she was kissing and kicking my feet again, performing natural obeisance of a slave before her master, placating him, coaxing him to mercy. It was sweet to feel her lush lips about my feet. Her bonds made her work harder and my daughter’s whole body worked and moved to try and placate me, naturally, submissively, as a slave.
Roughly, I lifted her up by her hair, hearing her whimper and grunt in pain, feeling her hair being pulled. I stood in front of her and looked into her eyes as I roughly tore the blouse free and shoved it down past her shoulders till it was stuck behind her back at her elbows, not able to go any lower, further binding her to my will. This caused her breasts to be thrust out to me naturally, and they looked beautiful indeed. She gasped when she saw the lock blade knife that I carry in my pocket swiftly opened before her, the light flashing on the blade. She shuddered with her eyes wide and I could tell that her knees had gone weak. I was not sure at this time if it was from excitement of the blade being so close to her, or fear of being cut. It made no matter, it caused the same biological chemical response in her.
Wordlessly, I cut the bra between her breasts at the sweet swell of her beautiful mounds. I felt her gasp and her chest heave, feeling the cold steel at her flesh. I intentionally lightly ran the blade along her skin before I pulled the blade forward, cutting the white lace, freeing her breasts. My mouth watered and my cock twitched as I saw her beautifully firm breasts before me. Her nipples had swelled with blood and her skin was a beautiful flush of excitement with her whole body shaking in utter frenzy. In her eyes I saw awe, love, desire and wanton passion.
Oh, Master!” she exclaimed as I threw her down to the couch and she naturally spread her knees, exposing her tender soft sex to me, glistening with her pussy juices, her ass near the edge, waiting for me. Her eyes were wild. Quickly I shed my jeans and was kneeling before her kicking her knees apart wider, spreading her and opening her up vulnerably to me. “Daddy, touch me please. Fuck your little girl, please. Daddy, she begs it.”
“Silence,” I growl as I lightly run fingers and hands over her body, feeling her shudder and push toward my hands wanting more. I smile at the wanton writhing of her body, the gasps and moans telling me she is nearly ready. My palms move to her nipples and lightly run over the hardened tips and she pushes forward trying to get more sensation from my hands but I pull away and she whimpers. Lightly, my hands run down her sides, feeling the sides of her soft yet firm breasts, down her sides to her hips and she gyrates them unable to control her movements anymore. She is simply female; a female before her master.
