by Abby Kace
He marks me.
Daddy pulls up the straps of my dress to cover me again. “We’ll finish your punishment at home. You’ve been a very bad girl.”
Pouting, I notice the strain in his voice. I bet Daddy would find any excuse to punish me.
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WE’RE BARELY through the front door when Daddy pins me against the nearest wall. He kicks the door shut and gropes between my thighs, holding my hands overhead and kissing my throat.
I glance over his shoulder at the Timeout Post beside the closet. It’s obscene, the studded dildo standing above the beam waiting for me. The only room in the house that doesn’t have a Post is my room.
“Take me upstairs, Daddy.”
“Trying to avoid your punishment, Princess?”
“I want your cock,” I stammer. “Not a fake.”
He kisses my pouty lips. “I need this pussy too.”
In my bedroom he sits me on the bed and pulls the dress off. He bends me over his lap, grabbing my hair, and spanks my bottom in hard swipes that sear my skin. Daddy doesn’t stop until my ass glows hot.
Each hit makes me gasp.
“Naughty girl.” He fingers my asshole. “What am I going to do with you?”
Daddy sounds frustrated. We both know it’s not punishment if I enjoy every moment. And he can’t resist sinking that big cock into his little girl when he should mount me on a Timeout Post instead.
I rub my tummy over Daddy’s lap before another slap stings my right cheek. Daddy throws me onto the bed and sheds his clothes.
He plunges that hard cock into my pussy. Daddy came only an hour ago, but his hunger is no less. Sucking on my nipple, he angles up to press his shaft against my spot.
I wrap my legs around him. “Daddy!”
“Cum for me.” His voice is a strangled growl.
I explode, the heat blinding. Daddy’s cock jumps as my walls squeeze him, and he joins me in climax, pumping his scalding seed deep in my pussy. He groans painfully before he withdraws.
“Bad little girl.”
I run my hands over his broad chest. “Who’s punishing who, Daddy?”
He slaps my hip. “Get up.”
Daddy spots my luggage still unpacked against the wall. We’ve been fucking nonstop since I came home, which hasn’t left me time for anything else. He takes a deep breath. “Clean your room. I’ll think of a way to punish you properly.”
“I don’t think you can, Daddy.” I give him my sweetest smile. “You love me too much.”
Daddy’s face turns bright red, a vein rising on his neck. He shoves me into the bed again and pries my legs apart. A finger slides between my sticky folds to dip under my front wall. Daddy rubs my tender spot, still buzzing from orgasm, and I curl my toes.
He suckles my clit while his fingers attack my pussy.
Another orgasm surges. My body locks out. Ghostly tendrils snake up my belly as my walls convulse, the pleasure so intense it hurts. I scream and cum on Daddy’s mouth.
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“WE’RE HAVING A PARTY,” Daddy says with a sly grin.
It’s been a week since I came home, and I know that grin means nothing good.
Daddy’s training is rigorous. He punishes me with spankings, and only when I’m really bad does he make me mount a Timeout Post. He rewards me with orgasms. But I cum so often, even from the spankings, it’s hard to tell punishment from reward.
We’re in Daddy’s bed. He cradles me against his big body, squeezing my breasts. His hard cock feels heavy and warm on my thigh, the tip leaking cum.
My bottom is sore from the hard spanking last night, and my pussy throbs from the deep fucking thirty minutes ago.
“Did you hear me, Princess?”
“Yes, Daddy!”
“Wear your special costume for the party.”
I roll my eyes. He means the sheer black panties and heart-patterned bra. And my choker that looks so much like a collar. I think it looks silly, but there’s no arguing with Daddy when it comes to my wardrobe. “Um, what kind of party is this?”
“A dinner party.” He strokes my hair. “Everyone will wear a mask.”
I tense. “A mask?”
“Yes.”
“What about the Timeout Posts, Daddy?” The thought of a visitor seeing those dildos makes me blush.
“Our guests won’t mind.” Daddy slaps my rear. “I expect you to be on your best behavior, Josie. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
Daddy spends the rest of the day preparing for the party. Caterers arrive in the late afternoon with cold meats and sliced cheeses. Shucked oysters on ice. At least the food looks delish. An hour before seven, Daddy calls me to the bathroom and inspects me one more time.
I pull up my panties and tighten the clasp on my bra. He’s wearing a sleek tuxedo sharply cut.
“You’re beautiful,” Daddy says.
“Whatever.”
A slap stings my bottom.
“Ow! What’s that for?”
Daddy squeezes my ass cheeks. “A reminder to behave.” He hands me a white carnival mask that covers half my face. It’s etched in gold. “Wear this.”
I put it on.
Daddy strokes my pussy through the panties. “I will not call you by name in front of our guests. You will address me as ‘sir’ during the evening. Understand?”
I gulp. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Enjoy yourself.”
Forty minutes later, the first guests arrive.
I greet them at the front door while Daddy’s busy with something else. He didn’t hire any servers, and all the caterers have gone. It’s a very hush-hush affair. I count about two dozen guests, women and men, all well-dressed in evening gowns and tuxedos.
I’m the only one on display.
At first, I blush so hard I can barely keep my head up, but the guests pay me no heed. One woman offers me a smile below her mask. A man’s gaze wanders down my legs, his eyes lingering until another woman nudges his elbow.
“Do you have a death wish?” I hear her hiss at him. “That girl belongs to Prescott. He doesn’t share.”
Okay …
Most people ignore my skimpy outfit. And the Timeout Posts.
I don’t recognize them as Daddy’s old friends. It makes me wonder what he’s been doing after I moved to college.
As the evening winds on, I relax.
Daddy spends his time mingling with our guests, but he checks on me every fifteen minutes. He asks if anyone has bothered me. No one has. By now all the guests seem to think I’m special.
I settle into a chair at the dining table and sip a glass of soda water. Yuck. There’s champagne on a side table, but Daddy won’t let me touch alcohol. I’m only eighteen, he keeps saying.
My old haughtiness returns.
Our guests look around Daddy’s age. Some older. The women in their elegant gowns look too thin, and the men are reserved. They seem like stuffy high-society types. Daddy wouldn’t punish me in front of them, I’m sure.
I wonder how far I can push him.
Someone brushes the back of my neck. It’s Daddy. He sits at my side and finishes his drink.
“Please refill my glass.” He nods at the sideboard.
“Fill your own stupid glass, sir.”
“Do you want to be punished?”
“With all our guests around? You wouldn’t.”
Daddy frowns, glaring at me from under that black mask. He squeezes my breast and I gasp.
The room goes silent.
Heat rushes to my cheeks.
Daddy grabs my waist and drapes me over his lap in full view of everyone. Sharp slaps jiggle my ass. I yelp with each hit, squirming against his thighs. The feel of Daddy’s hard cock under my belly makes me moan.
“My pet needs to be punished,” Daddy says loudly, spanking me harder. “Excuse the disruption.”
No one asks who I am.
They watch.
; Thwack.
Thwack.
Thwack.
My panties are drenched. I cry out, rubbing my breasts against Daddy’s lap while hushed whispers swirl around me.
Daddy pulls me up and takes me to the Timeout Post. The Post in the dining room has two dildos. A big studded one at the front, a smaller one at the back. I’ve never mounted this Post before.
He pulls my panties down and I step out of them obediently. My face burns as every eye in the room turns in my direction.
Daddy unzips his pants, his cock juts out, and the whispers around the table grow louder. A woman claps.
Daddy rubs my wetness before he strokes the smaller dildo, coating it in my juices. He pats the wooden beam. “Get on.”
Biting my lip, I straddle the beam.
He bends the front dildo down, and I shift forward letting the thick thing nestle into my pussy. Daddy rubs my clit as I shudder and whine. The fake cock slides up my channel.
“Lean forward.”
I obey.
He pulls my ass cheeks apart and finds my puckered hole.
“Sit back. Slowly.”
I hesitate. He’s never touched me back there.
“Now,” Daddy says sternly. He whispers in my ear, “It’ll warm you up for later.”
“Yes,” I whimper.
The smaller dildo eases through my ring, and inch by inch it enters my virgin ass. I roll my hips back. Daddy keeps a firm grasp on my shoulder. I feel the fiery stretch in my passage, and the dildo squeezes into me until I’m firmly seated on the beam, crammed in both holes.
“Good girl,” Daddy says. “Twenty minutes.”
“But Da—but sir!” Those rubber cocks inside me press each other, rubbing the membrane between my pussy and anus. The excruciating sensation makes me cum only five minutes later.
Twenty minutes later, I’ve cum twice and the air is heavy with my scent. My insides simmer.
The guests watch me in silence.
A woman in a feathered mask nods at Daddy. “Your slut is well-trained.”
“Thank you,” Daddy says, stroking his cock. “She’s a very good girl when she sets her mind to it.”
“Who is she?” a man asks.
“You don’t need to know.”
“Is she available for use?”
Daddy glares at him. “No.”
“Only asking, Prescott.”
“She’s mine,” Daddy growls. “I hosted this party to let you know I’m leaving our little social club. And she is the reason why.” Daddy rubs a finger along my chin. “She belongs to me, and I belong to her. My cock needs nothing but her sweet cunt. I love fucking her, and I love her.”
My heart slams into my chest.
Daddy lifts me off the dildos. I slip on my panties and sit down again. The man closest to me gives me a smirk with an obvious erection in his lap. I blush hotter.
Daddy walks to my side, his big cock swaying. “Put it in your mouth.”
I do it at once, and while I suck Daddy, conversation resumes around the table.
The rest of the evening passes in a haze of orgasms as Daddy keeps me on his lap with one hand on my pussy. Every few minutes, he’d push a finger into me. The other guests get touchy with each other, but Daddy’s attention and cock are all mine.
The party ends at ten.
I’m alone with Daddy.
He carries me upstairs. I want to ask who those people were, but Daddy gives me a look that I know well, so I say nothing.
Shedding his clothes, Daddy stands naked at the foot of the bed stroking his hard cock.
“Show me your cunt.”
I pull off my panties and part my damp folds.
Daddy growls, climbing into bed. He rips off my bra and holds me down by the wrists before his cock plunges into my sopping hole.
I gasp.
Daddy’s lust is on him. He ruts on top of me and his cock squelches in my pussy with every thrust. I toss my head from side to side, clenching him as my orgasm builds.
He flips me over and puts me on hands and knees. A slap whips across my ass. “One last hole for me to tame,” Daddy says hoarsely.
I shudder when I remember the sensation of the small dildo stretching my rear. Daddy’s cock is so much bigger.
My back arches. I steady myself on all fours.
Daddy pushes into my bottom.
I clutch the sheets and grind my teeth together. A heartbeat later, his sac touches my pussy.
“Good girl.” He rewards me with a kiss on the shoulder.
I feel his fingers dancing on my clit, the pressure of Daddy’s cock seeping through my rear walls. “Yes,” I moan.
He pounds my tight asshole, each impact clapping my buttocks. Agonizing pleasure racks my body and tears streak my cheeks. Daddy’s thrusts plunge deeper and faster.
Sparks fly in my vision.
Daddy draws out with a pause before his cock slams into my ass from tip to base with one thrust. His fingers at my clit pinches and pulls.
I cum with a scream. My ring clinches his shaft buried between my cheeks.
Daddy’s cock twitches in my passage like it’s alive. He roars out his release. I’m shocked by the force of his climax, the hot spurts that splash my passage.
“You like that, baby girl?” His fingers never leave my clit.
Words won’t form in my mouth. An itching trickle swells in my pussy as Daddy strums my clit faster. I cum again, a wrenching orgasm that makes me sob, and I push against Daddy’s cock still impaled in my asshole.
At last I slump forward.
Drained.
Exhausted.
Glowing warm. Daddy’s cock pops out and he gives my rear another slap.
“Am I a good girl now, Daddy?”
He cages me under him, and his cock, finally soft, rests between my thighs. A tender kiss pecks my mouth.
“Yes, Princess. You’re Daddy’s good girl.”
I smile. Tomorrow morning he’ll be hard again. We’ll see if I’m still a good girl then!
The End
Daddy’s Dirty Sendoff
All day he’s been staring at me. I tried to ignore him. But every time I turn around, my stepdad’s eyes, bright blue and dark with hunger, pour into mine.
When I turned eighteen this summer, I thought it would end. I would stop thinking about Daddy in ways I shouldn’t.
But it’s only gotten worse.
Tomorrow I’m moving out for school. I should be packing. Instead I’m picking out panties, which pair to wear at my last dinner with Daddy. I feel nervous about everything and wonder if tonight’s the night.
I’ve seen the way he looks at me. How he brushes my hand when we walk past each other in the kitchen. The way his jaw muscles flex when I catch him staring.
Last week we were standing in line at the supermarket, with Daddy behind me. I could feel his eyes on my neck. Then someone jostled him forward and I felt his erection bump my bottom. He didn’t move. We stayed like that, waiting for the register. I heard him groan and felt him tense. We didn’t speak of it later, but that was the day I knew what Daddy wanted.
I pick out a white summer dress that covers me like a glove. No panties or bra. I brush out my tangled blonde hair and check my makeup. Moisture slicks my pussy as I walk downstairs, light-headed and blushing.
Daddy’s waiting in the living room. He wears slacks and a slim shirt that hugs his muscled physique.
“I ordered out,” Daddy says. “Sit.”
Heart in my throat, I do as I’m told.
We stare at each other across the table in silence. The knot in Daddy’s throat moves up and down.
“You look beautiful, Christa.”
“Thanks.”
“Going out with friends later?”
I fold my hands in my lap. “I’m wearing it for you, Daddy. You bought me this dress for my birthday—”
“I remember.” He grits his teeth. “Give me your foot, Princess.”
My chest flutters, but I hesitate.<
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Daddy frowns. “I don’t like repeating myself, little girl.”
I raise my bare foot under the table. Daddy holds it between his thighs, massaging my toes like no dad should. I press my foot forward to feel the hotness in his pants, that hard thing bending against my sole.
“Daddy,” I whisper.
He kneads my foot in silence, glaring at me harshly. The top two buttons of his shirt are open. I notice the outline of muscles and my blush deepens.
“You’re too fucking innocent,” Daddy growls. “I can’t let you leave like this. I can’t let the world swallow up my princess.”
“My school’s not that far away. We can visit each other—”
“Do you know how hard my cock is, little girl?”
I wiggle my toes against his erection. “Y-Yes.”
He lets my foot drop and walks around the table, bold and fearless, tall and fierce. There’s no doubt in his eyes now.
No question what he wants tonight.
I’m rooted to the seat. Daddy’s gaze melts my insides, and I try to pull my skirt lower to cover my knees. A reflex to protect my innocence. But the short skirt barely covers my thighs to begin with.
I whimper.
“Put your hand on me,” Daddy demands.
The front of his pants has bulged, still rising inches from my face. Slowly I touch him there, and a heavy heat that can only be from his cock makes me gasp.
“Good girl.” He strokes my hair. “Take it out.”
I struggle with Daddy’s zipper for a moment before I free his erection. “It’s so big,” I whisper. The girlish awe in my voice makes me cringe, but I can’t help it. “What do I do, Daddy?”
“Move your hands over it, my little kitten.” He tips up my chin with a single finger. “Follow your instincts.”
I stroke him slowly. I’ve never seen a real penis before. Turning one hand around the thick shaft, I run my finger over the pulsing vein that twists like a thunderbolt.
Daddy shudders under my touch as a pearl seeps out of the swollen tip. I dab it up with my finger and taste him. Salty, almost bitter. But so good.
Daddy frowns.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“You’re a small girl,” Daddy groans. “I’m afraid I’ll hurt you.”