I have a long day at work and get home at about 6:00. When I walk through the door, my daddy is waiting for me. He takes my coat and handbag and sets them aside. He gives me a big hug and kiss and asks me how my day was. He takes me by the hand and leads me into the bathroom where he has drawn a bubble bath. There is soft music playing, incense burning and candles lit. He undresses me, puts my hair into a clip to keep it dry and helps me into the tub. He returns with a beverage for me and sits beside me. He picks up a washcloth and gently washes my back. I can see that my daddy is going to pamper me tonight because I’ve been working so hard. I wonder what he has in store for me next…did he make me dinner or will he give me a massage or both?
My daddy leaves the bathroom, surely to get me another surprise or to get some warm pajamas for me to wear. When he returns, I am relaxing with my head back and my eyes closed. Before I can open my eyes to see what’s next for me, I feel something around my throat. I instinctively put my hand up to feel what it is and my hand is slapped. I cry out in surprise and my daddy says,
“Bitch, pampering time is over, for the rest of the night you will do what your daddy says. The more you fight me, the more severe your punishment will be. Do you understand?” When I don’t answer quickly enough, I feel a strong hand slap me across my face. “Look at you starting already. I’m going to break you tonight, slut,” my daddy says. “Now one more time, DO YOU UNDERSTAND what tonight is all about?”
Quickly this time I say, “Yes, sir.”
I quickly realize that tonight my daddy is serious. There is no playing and no mercy. I resolve to do exactly what he says so I don’t suffer any more than I already have to. Just as I come to this realization, I feel a rough tug around my neck. I realize my daddy has put a collar around my neck just as he uses the chain leash to drag me out of the bathtub. What started out as a night of being the Queen will obviously end up as a night of being a submissive slut only useful for serving my daddy. My daddy drags me out of the bathtub and puts me on my hands and knees with my ass facing the door. He lets out the water and tells me to quickly dry myself off and stay exactly where I am – on my hands and knees. While he’s gone, I do as I’m told and begin to tremble at the thought of what is in store for me next but I stay exactly where I am. He returns a few minutes later but I dare not say a word. Without thinking, I turn my head slightly to see what he is doing. Before I can get a good look, I feel a sharp pain on my ass. My daddy has the paddle and I have disobeyed him by turning around. He spanks me several more times and just as suddenly as he started, he stops spanking me and I feel the weight of his body on my back and strong pull on the leash around my neck. I can barely breath. He whispers in my ear,
“Do you think it’s cute to disobey Daddy? Do you think Daddy is playing a little game and you can cry a little and use that baby voice and get me to stop and wait on your spoiled ass for the rest of the night?”
“No, sir,” I say.
“Good slut.” My daddy stands up and I so want to turn around and see what he is doing but I know better. It seems like forever before I feel the next sensation. At first I can’t figure out what he is doing to me. It doesn’t hurt but it doesn’t feel like anything my daddy has ever done. I realize he is writing on me with a marker. I don’t dare to ask him what he is writing or to ask him to stop. I just take it like a good slut. He stops and stands up again. He grabs the leash and tugs on it just a little bit this time. He said “Good girl.”
I don’t have to think much about the next sensation I feel on my back and ass. I know this one for sure. My daddy has picked up one of the candle and he’s dripping the wax all over me. I cry out because of the sudden pain and every time I cry out I feel a tug on the leash, each time the tug gets rougher and takes more of my breath from me. The burning stops and I am so thankful. I hear my daddy leave the room. I promise myself to stay exactly where I am, no matter how long he’s gone because I don’t know how much more I can take and I know I’ll get it if I move an inch.