by Becca Little
“Ahh! Ouch! Oww! It hurts!” I said as I bounced on his lap. I was beyond squirming and to the point of nearly thrashing.
“If you don’t stay still, I’m going to have to take my belt to this naughty bottom of yours.” He said harshly as his hand picked up momentum again.
My bottom was stinging and burning—I knew I didn’t want a session with Daddy’s belt after what I had already received, so I quickly found a level of obedience I had never felt before. I remained as still as I could while he punished me. Tears fell down my cheeks and started to make a puddle on the bed. My sobs were nearly turning into screams as he continued to blister my bottom with the palm of his hand. He had punished me more with the just the bare palm of his hand than I could ever remember being punished before, regardless of the implement used, and even though I was sore and squalling, it was exactly what I had needed. I had no control of the situation, and I was at his mercy. I liked that, even if it hurt. He continued spanking me for what seemed like an eternity. My bottom was blistered, sore, and I knew I wouldn’t sit for a week when he was finally done. He gave me several hard ones to finish me off and then his hand stopped. He rested it on my bottom, while I continued to cry away the emotional and physical impact of what had happened.
“I want you to go stand in the corner with your hands on your head while Daddy decides if you need more.” He pointed to the corner and I pulled myself off his lap.
My knees were jelly, but I moved towards the corner and stood in it. With my hands on my head, the rolled fabric of the dress stayed off of my bottom. I couldn’t believe he was giving me corner time. That kind of punishment was not something a random stranger would usually know. I figured it was likely he grew up in a household filled with punishment, while my punishment was usually a severe session over my grandparent’s dining room table for a session with a hickory switch. There was never anything after it except tears, and it was too severe for me to really make an emotional connection with it and the punishment I craved later in life. I could hear the sound of him lighting up a cigarette as I stood there. I wanted to look back at him and see what he was doing exactly, but I kept my eyes forward. I heard my nightstand open and he dug around in it a little bit before pushing it closed and standing up.
“Look at me.” He said in a voice that made me comply. “I see you’ve been stealing Daddy’s razors.”
I looked back at the vibrating razor in his hand. There was no mistaking the dried reside in the grooves of the vibrating handle. He smelled it and when he looked at me I knew he understood exactly what I had done with it. “You naughty, naughty little girl.”
He marched over and took me by the wrist. I was pulled into the bathroom where he ran water, and rolled a bar of soap under it, then turned to me. “Open your mouth.”
“What?” I looked at him in confusion.
“You’re a filthy girl, and Daddy is going to get you nice and clean. Don’t make me tell you…” His hand came down hard on my bottom and I flinched “…again.”
I slowly opened my mouth and he pushed the bar of soap in. It tasted bitter and disgusting. He pushed my hands to the top of my head. “Back to the corner. This bar of soap is going to wash away your filth.”
I had never been mouth-soaped before. I had certainly heard about it, and read about it online, but it was never something I had considered trying. I felt humiliated and chastised as I stood in the corner and stared at the wall. The soap was pushed in my mouth most of the way, but I still had to hold my teeth on it to keep it from slipping out. The saliva in my mouth seeped out onto it and started to make it melt even more. It formed a puddle on my tongue and in the back of my throat. I fought the urge to swallow, and after thirty agonizing minutes, he took me by the wrist and pulled me back into the bathroom. He took the soap out and then used the water from the sink to wash my mouth. He pressed my head to the cold surface of the counter and splashed water on my tongue until it was all gone. Despite the fact it was punishment, I found myself still burning with desire. He was doing things to me I could have never imagined wanting, yet I had a hard time not wanting more.
“Okay, now we’re going to clean you out some more.” He walked me into the bedroom and pushed me down on the bed.
He pushed apart my legs and then I saw him working in the corner. When he turned around with my enema bag, I almost flushed with fear. Never in a million years did I think he would use that. I couldn’t believe he even knew how to use it! He took the bucket and walked into the bathroom. I could see him using the soap to create a foamy mixture. The enema was something I bought myself, and I had tried to use it a few times, but I couldn’t get the results I wanted. My body couldn’t hold the liquid when I tried it. He returned and started to work the nozzle into my tight anus. Once the nozzle was inside, he let the liquid pour into until I was full and cramping. He extracted the nozzle, put the enema bag back where he found it and came back over. He rubbed my anus a few times and then stroked my pussy. His finger on my pussy made me nearly lose everything inside of me, but I held the sheets to avoid it.
“Daddy’s going to make you feel real good, Jillian.” He rubbed it again. “But if you lose even a drop while I’m doing this, you’re going to wish you hadn’t.”
His finger started to stroke my pussy faster. It came down and rolled around my clitoris. I could feel the enema cramping and hurting inside, but his finger was moving at such a pace, I couldn’t focus on one or the other. The second I focused on pleasure, I felt my anus relaxing and I had to squeeze it tight. The moment I squeezed it tight my stomach cramped and hurt again, sending waves of pain through me. I had never found myself on such a strange journey between pleasure and pain. It was so much different than the slight rubbing he gave me during my spanking. He was furiously trying to make me cum. His finger slid inside my vaginal cavity and the pressure from the enema made it tight and tough. He struggled to get his finger in and when it found my g-spot, I was being sloshed around to the point I was sure I was going to lose some of the enema. I pushed my face against the mattress and big down hard on a lump of sheets. The slamming together of pleasure and pain was meeting at a point and I could feel my body letting go.
“I’m going to cum…” I moaned.
“Oh no you’re not. Daddy didn’t give you permission to cum.” He slapped my bottom hard and I nearly lost the enema. I pushed my face down to the mattress and moaned.
“Please let me cum…” I begged.
“Not yet, naughty girl. You’ve been getting to cum whenever you want. That changes now. You will not cum without permission ever again.” He furiously stroked me and I nearly screamed as I tried to hold it in.
He held me there on the brink while I let tears flow out of my eyes just trying to focus on the pain instead of the pleasure. He was a true dominant Daddy, one that knew how to make his little girl suffer and fall into complete ecstasy at the same time. I would have done absolutely anything to feel the release of an orgasm as he continued to push his finger inside and stimulate my g-spot. I had no idea I could even prolong an orgasm like that, but his words made my body compliant to his every desire. I moaned, groaned and begged repeatedly to cum, but he denied my request for nearly twenty minutes. By the time he pulled his finger away, I thought I could cum with sheer willpower alone. He rubbed my bottom, and then started to spank me again. The enema was dangerously close to rushing from me as his hand came down multiple times going from one side of my bottom to the other. The fire he had previously ignited on my bottom roared once more as he landed twenty hard smacks before rubbing my pussy again. He slid another hand underneath me, and rubbed up to my breasts, fondling and twisting my nipples. I cringed and sobbed from it, but they instantly became hard underneath his stimulation.
“Okay. You can cum.” He said as he moved his fingers down to my pussy and started to rub my clitoris with one hand and drive his finger inside me with the other.
“Thank you, Daddy!” I said quickly as my body instantly released the most powe
rful orgasm of my life.
From that orgasm alone, I could have sworn I hadn’t cum in years. It started deep within me and just kept going. The first one was nearly violent and shook my whole body, while the string of five that followed were less intense, but still made my head spin and I thought I was going to see stars. It was nearly impossible to hold the enema inside while my body quivered and shook, but I did it. I actually felt proud of myself for that. After it was done, he took me to the bathroom, and the walk there was agonizing. He let me release the enema and it felt like a thousand pounds had been lifted from my body. If I wasn’t wrecked with an orgasm, I would have probably had one just from the sheer pleasure of that alone. When I was done, he pulled me to my feet and took me to the bedroom again. He pointed to the bed and I lay down, pushing my legs apart. I wanted him more than I had wanted another man before, but when he turned around, he was holding a diaper.
“Strip.” He ordered.
I complied with his request without thinking. The rest of my clothes were removed and tossed to the floor. I was completely naked and vulnerable, and I didn’t care. He put the diaper on the bed and lifted my legs, shifting it underneath me. When they were lowered onto the soft pillow of the interior, it cooled my burning bottom. He pulled it around my torso and strapped it tight. I could feel an attachment to my new Daddy which almost made me cry when I realized it would be all over in a few hours. It was just my luck to find a man that would do the things to me I needed, but would be impossible for me to ever have again. I knew I wouldn’t forget my encounter with him for the rest of my life, and I didn’t think there would ever be another who could fill the role he had filled in such a short period of time. He climbed into bed beside me and pulled himself to a sitting position. His fingers ran through my hair and I pushed my cheek against his leg. I would have remained in that pure, sensual moment forever if I could have.
“Okay, I think it is time for you to suck on Daddy’s pacifier. Are you going to be a good girl for Daddy?” He pushed my hair away and I could see that his cock was hard in his pants.
“I’ll be the best little girl ever.” I moved over and started to pull open his pants.
He lit a cigarette while I unbuttoned his pants down and exposed his cock. As soon as it was free, I was amazed at how big it was. He was the most well-endowed man I had ever seen. The few times I watched pornography had give me an unrealistic expectation for some men, but he blew those expectations away. I wasn’t sure I could even fit him into my mouth. I looked up at him and he smiled—he knew what he had. I turned my attention to it and stroked it with my hand. It grew larger with each stroke until I could barely get my whole hand around it. I
had always been a small woman, but he was enormous. I started to kiss up and down the sides of his cock, licking it as I did. After a few minutes of that, I moved to his balls and rolled my tongue around them. Once they were saturated and he was throbbing, I moved my mouth back to the head with slow kissed and started to part my lips. What was about to happen would be a challenge, but I was determined to satisfy my new Daddy. I got the head into my mouth and started to work my way down it until I had a few inches inside. I bobbed up and down on that, but he rested his hand on my head and stopped me.
“Good girls know that they are supposed to put their Daddy’s whole cock in their mouth.” He caressed me head as he exhaled a cloud of smoke.
I knew he was right, but it was a definite struggle. I took the few inches I could and started to work my way down his shaft. It was a slow process but every time I moved to the top and moved down again, I got him a little deeper. He moaned and by the time his cigarette was done, he was at the back of my throat with the barrier of my own mentality preventing him from entering. I slowed my gag reflex and continued to work him further in until I was certain I could go all the way. I finally pushed past the barrier and felt him slide into my throat. It felt like a victory, but I was certainly glad I had. When my lips touched his balls, I could have cheered if he wasn’t preventing all sound with his massive cock in my throat. I moved up and down it, finally taking him all the way in with each thrust. He was so hard and stiff that it was like nirvana to have him there enjoying the pleasure I provided. Once I got him moving at a good pace, I could feel him throbbing and pulsating.
“Now you’re a real good girl, and Daddy is going to give you a treat. Get ready to swallow.” He rested his hand on my head and I continued to move up and down his shaft.
I brought his cock to the tip of my lips and then swallowed it all the way down into my throat with each motion. Every time I got him deep within me, I swallowed and vibrated his cock with my throat. I could feel him getting more turned on and his hips began to gyrate and move against my mouth. I kept up the motion, going from slow to fast and back to slow again. He had prolonged my orgasm, and I wanted to do the same to him. In a way, it was me taking control of the situation, even though I knew I should just let him finish. I felt my pussy getting wet again, leaving a spot in the diaper while I worked him over. It was the first time I could remember really getting turned on from sucking a cock, and it was definitely the first time I had ever gotten that turned on so soon after such a powerful orgasm. After another few minutes of moving his cock in and out of my throat, I felt him tense and pulsate, then I could taste the salty cum on my tongue. I swallowed it down and pushed his cock all the way into my throat so he could deposit his load. I was sure it wasn’t ten years’ worth of cum he was leaving inside of me, but it certainly felt like it. I nearly choked on the volume, but I got it all down as he continued to spew into my throat. Once it was done, I pulled his cock to the tip of my lips and sucked the last drops off before pulling him out of my mouth.
“Was I a good girl, Daddy?” I smiled and looked up at him.
“Oh, you were a very good girl.” He pulled me up and cuddled me while I lay against his chest.
We remained there in that moment, the afterglow of our bliss soaking in. I wanted to chain him to the bed and keep him there forever. I knew that the second he walked out of my house, I would never see him again, and that was actually scary. I started to feel like some sort of psychopathic Delores Claiborne as the fear engulfed me. I didn’t want him to leave. He was the best Daddy I had ever had in my life, and I was going to lose him. The greatest things in life are often stripped away, but it didn’t seem fair that I had to give him up after finding him. I knew the moment we had was an illusion, and there was no guarantee it would always be like that. He was playing a role, and he had admitted he wasn’t really into the same things I was, but if every man was willing to go so far to satisfy a fantasy which didn’t turn them on the way it turned me on, then I would have had no problem finding a significant other to settle down with. I felt tears in my eyes and I had to wipe them away. I didn’t want him to see me crying over what was just a one night stand to him.
“Do you want Daddy to make you some dinner?” He asked. “Before I go?”
I looked at the clock and nodded. Our time was almost up. He went downstairs and dug around in the fridge. I wasn’t really much of a cook, and the ingredients in my fridge weren’t going to create a five course dinner. He took remnants of several things he found and created a stir fry. The way he worked with the limited food and seasonings was kind of mesmerizing. I assumed he must have been a cook in prison, because there was no way someone could have picked up those skills and maintained them without practice. We ate mostly in silence. Lunch wasn’t that far removed, and I wasn’t terribly hungry, but I did want to have one last meal with him. He had a glass of my wine and I had water. Apparently, he wasn’t going to let his little girl drink. It was the small things like that which set apart a real Daddy and one who played the role, and yet he transcended those subtleties with everything he did. After we were done, he sat down in the living room and lit another cigarette while I cuddled beside him.
“It’s almost time…” He said.
“Not yet…” I begged. I pulled myself up to his lips and kis
sed him. “Just a little while longer…”
He kissed me deeply and passionately. I rubbed my hand across his pants and stroked his cock. He turned me over on my back and placed me on the couch. His lips drifted across my neck and down to my naked breasts. He took my nipple in his mouth and sucked on it while I pulled his shirt off. I wanted more of him and I could tell from his furious breathing and his hardening cock that he wanted more as well. He unfastened his pants and pushed them down a little—I finished the job with my feet. His hard cock was placed against the diaper as he continued to kiss and caress me. His lips moved up to my neck again, then down across my breasts. He gently kissed my stomach and when he got to the diaper, he started to pull it free. I could feel myself wet against it and when he deposited it on the floor, the breeze was cold against the warmness between my legs. He kissed up and down my thighs while his finger touched my pussy again.
“We don’t have a condom…” He said slowly as he kissed on my stomach.
“I don’t care. I want you inside me.” I begged.
He pushed my legs apart and sank between my thighs. His cock was pressed against my pussy and he slowly entered. I had never between stretched by a man so large before. It was difficult for him to get inside, despite the fact I was wet and hungry for his cock. He gently worked his cock against my pussy going in and out slowly while I moaned. After several minutes, I opened up all the way for him and he was able to push himself all the way in. Feeling him inside of me was incredible. He started to move back and forth against my pussy and each time he thrust forward it was almost like fireworks. I was never one who was able to orgasm from having someone inside of me, but he pushed me to the edge quickly. His cock pressed against my g-spot just right and when he lifted my legs to get a better angle, he was directly on it. The pace got faster and I bit down on my lip, trying to hold on. I didn’t want to cum within a few seconds of him starting—I wanted to enjoy every last second I had with him.
