"Oh god!" Blonde haired, blue eyed Maddison Claire had always been my weakness in life. After she turned 18 and I caught her masturbating with a few of my domination toys, we had a downward slide from there and she brought out the demon in me.
"Shh." I shook my whip gently on her back and she whimpered. I grit my teeth. My entire body was taut and most who knew me would assume it was completely due to my arousal.
The truth was it was all to blame on my anxiety. I had always taken great care with the submissives I took to bed with me. In fact, it was a point of pride. A wound on one of mine would flay my ego and remind me of what lack of caution could cause in the scenarios I set up with the partners who trusted me.
But Maddie? My beautiful daughter under my whip? It was simultaneously exhilarating and terrifying. I was in an exquisite form of hell, fulfilling a fantasy I'd had for years. I hadn't been able to start off very rough with her. The whip I held was a short, gentle rope stock. It caused a nice little sting that was just enough to raise a pattern of lovely pink welts on Maddie's thighs, back, and ass.
She whimpered again and I thrilled to the sound. I'd left her unfettered and she looked near the end of what she could handle.
Well. Let me rephrase. She looked near the end of what she thought she could handle at the moment. But I had a fair bit of domination experience and if I had to guess, with a bit of sensual manipulating, we were just warming up together.
"Shhh." I stroked the whip gently across her back again and watched her tense. She was currently bent at the waist over my king sized bed, her legs spread wide, and her arms straightened in front of her. Her face was buried cozily in the blankets. My daughter was a fae like creature, tiny with shoulder length mouse brown hair. I'd given her alabaster skin nine kisses of my whip. They were beautiful, exact marks, a testament to my control, and they calmed me. They reminded me that this was my life and had been for a long time. I had been practicing for this since before my lovely daughter was even born.
The nerves eased and I caressed Maddie's young body, trailing the whip marks that decorated her with my fingertips and purring my pleasure.
"Oh, daddy..." Her voice was breathy now. It didn't escape my notice that as soon as I touched her it went from pleading to a sigh of steadiness. She trusted me so much.
"I'm right here, precious girl. You're doing so well. Let's see if we can give you some needed encouragement, however." I flipped the whip handle in my hand and slid it between her spread legs, stroking her pussy through the satin of her panties with the tail end of the handle.
She instantly went tense and tight, gasping with shock, and I chuckled. It was a reaction I had rather hoped for. I'd noticed it early with new submissives. They would get so caught up and focused in the pain that they'd forget to pay attention to how much pleasure and arousal they sometimes got. And when you finally touched them, like beautiful Maddie, oh how they flew on the wings of stunning pleasure with abandon.
She was no different. She ground her hips shamelessly against the whip handle, moaning and gasping her pleasure loudly. This sweet girl that was still a virgin didn't act like one while grinding my whip. I smiled with quiet joy. Oh yes. We were just getting started. "Don't cum, Muffin. Not yet. Take your pleasure, but keep yourself nice and worked up for daddy, understood?"
"Y-Yes, sir!" She wailed it around her ecstasy and I chuckled.
"You smell so good, sweet girl. Like hot sex." It was sultry and intoxicating in fact, a fetish of mine being wet pussy. I loved the scent, loved the heat, and loved watching cum drip from a girl's needy quivering cunt. But another thing I loved? "You're drenched, baby. I can see the outline of your pussy where your panties are soaking with all this cum." The fabric clung to her lips, darker with an obscene amount of fluid.
"Oh, yes, daddy! It feels so good. Thank you for your whipping."
"Good girl. Very good. Let's see if we can get you even hotter. This time when I strike you, thank me for each one and then ask for the next one, understood? You see why it's so good now, yes? And we'll work our way up to so much more."
"Ohhhh. Yes, sir! This is amazing. I can't wait to play more."
I withdrew the whip and flipped it back around, smiling. Maddie finally turned her head to watch me and her eyes glowed with desire and submissive heat. She was nearing the headspace that would give her ecstasy now. My blood ran hot with anticipation. Just a few more strikes and she would tumble down into a soft place where the words "good girl" would make her body glow and come to life with pleasure.
My nerves evaporated altogether now. With her asking for the strikes the submission would drag her under even faster. I prolonged this moment, holding the whip ready, staring into her baby blue eyes. They were wide and dilated, ready and eager. Gods, as my daughter she already thrilled to obedience for me. What would this be like? She wouldn't be able to know when to stop. All the faith and trust was in me, her father. It was stunning to think about.
Nothing would ever again be like this dark edge and I knew it.
I swung the whip, striking her harder now that she had the arousal to soothe the pain. She cried out with thrill. "One, daddy! Thank you. May I have another?"
I shivered and gave her what she asked. Once again, "Two, sir! Thank you. May I have another?"
Her voice quivered that time, breathless. Sir, now. Pleasure sizzled through me, pleasure and painful arousal. One more would do it. One more and the gratitude and plea for more would turn all too real. One more and she'd beg for it because she knew it would please me.
