Daddy Dishes Out Discipline

I meant to be a good girl. Honest! I was just out of the bathtub, dried off and waiting on the rug, as Daddy had instructed. Daddy came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist and another that he was using to dry his long hair. He walked to where I stood and slipped both arms around my waist. His warm lips had just landed on my neck when his work phone came to life and emitted a loud siren that demanded immediate attention. Ugh. Work.

Daddy smacked my ass and moved to his bedside table to snatch up his phone. I know I'm supposed to stay on the rug, and I'm not supposed to touch without permission, but I'm a brat. I want what I want, when I want it. Patience, or lack thereof, often gets me in trouble with Daddy.

I left the rug and moved toward where Daddy was sitting on his side of the bed. He was embroiled in some boring conversation and he didn't notice I had even moved until I dropped to my knees in front of him. His eyes flew to mine with a fire that clearly said no. Before Daddy could react, I reached under the towel and I had Daddy's dick in my hand. His cock started to swell the second my hand grabbed it. My mouth followed very quickly, closing over Daddy's dick. He went from swelling to rock hard instantly. Before he could respond any further, I had his cock in my throat. One of his hands held the phone that his boss was on the other end of and the other was wrapped in my hair. He pulled my hair, gently at first, in an attempt to get me to stop. Too late! I pulled his now rock hard cock out of my mouth, resting my lips on the tip. As he looked down at me with fire in his eyes, I looked right back in defiance, and buried his cock in my throat. Daddy was having a really hard time maintaining his professionalism while he was talking to his boss. His hands were still wrapped in my hair, pulling harder than the time before. My response was to immediately remove his cock from my throat and swallow each of his balls in turn, and then return my hot mouth back to Daddy's throbbing cock. His knuckles were white as he held the phone to his ear. Sweat was forming on his forehead, and his breathing was coming faster. I slowed the pace of the steady rhythm I had going. Suck Daddy all the way in to my throat and continue to swallow, massaging Daddy's cock with my throat and I used my tongue to slide up and down the shaft.

Daddy was saying his goodbyes. The phone call would be over soon, and I kicked it into overdrive. Very slowly, I sucked Daddy's cock into my throat, cutting off my own air. I locked eyes with Daddy and sucked hard. My tongue massaged the base of his cock while the head pushed farther in to my throat. I felt Daddy's cock start to pulse. He was close. I pulled him out of my mouth and in my sweetest voice, said but two words, "Daddy please!"

I got my answer just a few moments later when I sucked Daddy's cock back in to my throat and his hot cum promptly filled it.

Daddy was not happy with me. I broke so many rules that time. I had been defiant before—I'm a brat. It's what I'm supposed to do. I had never defied Daddy to that extent, and he gave me a lesson I would never forget about breaking the rules and the consequences of doing so.

A year prior, after a particularly bratty day, Daddy came home with a gift for me! It was wrapped in pretty purple holographic paper with matching bow. On a plain white card, Daddy had penned the words, "Baby Girl." I tore the paper off with excitement, and quickly cut through the tape on the box. There among the purple tissue papers Daddy stuffed the box with was a cow leather paddle. The paddle is two and a half feet long and purple in color with the name Kitwana engraved in silver down the face of the paddle. The name, Kitwana, was the name Daddy used for me in public when he wished to convey discreetly that I was pushing the boundaries of "a brat," and was about to find myself in more trouble than I wanted to deal with. Kitwana is Swahili and its literal translation is the English equivalent of the word brat. The body of the paddle is six inches in width, with a thickness of one inch. Ten inches of the overall length were found in the handle, which fit Daddy's hand perfectly. It hung on the wall on my side of the bed as a constant reminder that Daddy could and would discipline when the need arose. I loved to make the need arise.

I watched as he crossed the room and plucked the paddle from the wall. Wordlessly, Daddy laid the paddle on the end of the bed in front of me and I watched as he disappeared in to our closet. After a bit a shuffling, Daddy came out of the closet with a black leather plug muzzle. His next stop was to the mini refrigerator Daddy had installed in the sitting area of our master suite. After a few moments, Daddy was closing the distance between us with the mask and the nipple clamps the he had stored in the freezer.

The nipple clamps were spring tensioned and silver. The clamps were joined together with a silver chain, resembling the chain on a pair of handcuffs. Daddy stood in front of me and clipped the nipple clamp on my right nipple. It was cold and the pain exquisite. My hands immediately flew to that nipple, and Daddy grabbed my wrist and looked me right in the eye.

"Little girl, you keep your hands down. Do NOT grab my hands again! Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Daddy."

He clipped the remaining clamp on my left nipple and again, my hand flew to my nipple. Once more, Daddy grabbed my hands.

A smile lit up his face as he let go of my wrists and reached under the bed for the ropes he installed there when we first moved in. The eye hooks holding the rope was mounted on the underside of the frame of our bed and there were two Daddy had mounted at different locations on the frame. He reached for the mask and slipped it over my head. Once it was in place and Daddy pulled the straps tight, it prevented me from speaking until either Daddy took it off or removed the mouth plug. Once the mask was on and tightened to Daddy's satisfaction, he grabbed the chain that hung from the clamps attached to my nipples and pulled it, bringing me close to him.

"On your knees. Now."

I did as I was told and dropped to my knees. Daddy attached one rope to my right wrist and then did the same with the other. Once secured, Daddy went back to the closet and came back with a medical wedge pillow.

He positioned the pillow on the floor, and I laid on my stomach with the wedge under my hips, raising my ass in the air. Once I was on the floor and the pillow under me, Daddy used ropes attached to eye hooks he installed all around the baseboards of our master suite. The other end of the rope went around each of my ankles, securing me to the bed and wall. Now, completely tied down and helpless to do anything about it, Daddy started my punishment.

He removed the paddle from where it had been laying on the end of the bed and dropped to the floor behind me. He delivered a smack to my ass with the paddle. The sting and the red welt that resulted were instant. Daddy put the paddle on the floor beside me and rubbed the welt on my ass very softly. He had to give the punishment, but Daddy took extra care to never hurt me. He knew how to provide the amount of pain that allowed for an explosive orgasm but was always careful to not cross the line. He delivered another blow, sat down the paddle and rubbed my ass again. Three more blows and three more periods of Daddy rubbing the sting away. Daddy had set the punishment at ten licks and we were halfway through. Once more, he delivered another blow to my stinging and welted ass. He rubbed very gently, first on one cheek and then the other. His fingertips found the crack of my ass and then found the hole. He used his fingertips to rub the cheeks and then the tip of his finger teased my asshole with every pass. Another blow. Daddy repeated the process again. Taking his time. Although the mask left me unable to speak, my moans filled the room. Another blow and this time, as Daddy rubbed the sting away, he kissed as he went. Another and Daddy used his tongue to ease the sting. The tip of his tongue danced around the rim of my ass and was bringing me dangerously close to cumming. I couldn't speak, so I couldn't ask for permission. This was a punishment, so I doubted my asking would have done much good anyway.

Nine blows had been delivered, and my ass was bright red with welts raising where the paddle made contact with my bare skin. Daddy brought the paddle down on my ass for the tenth time that evening. Both of his hands rubbed my ass, and his fingertips were quickly replaced with his tongue. He slid a finger in my tight, wet pussy and his tongue continued to tease my ass. I was going to cum. My movements and voice were limited, but I didn't have to do either for Daddy to know how close I was to breaking another rule. His finger slid out of my pussy and I couldn't feel his tongue any longer. I felt his hands pull my ass cheeks apart and the head of his dick rubbed my asshole. Daddy pushed the tip of his big cock in to my ass and I moaned loudly. Slowly, he pushed his full length in to my ass and I could feel his balls against me. Daddy was buried in my ass, and I was fighting to not cum right that second.

Daddy pulled almost his full length out, leaving just the head and then drove all the way in to my ass. He leaned over and grabbed the chain attached to the nipple clamps and pulled on them. Daddy continued to drive his cock in to my tight ass. I was going to cum. Hard. Daddy backed out again and started to drive his big cock back in to my ass, balls deep when he asked me what I had been waiting to hear.

"Are you ready to be a good girl and cum for Daddy?"

That was all it took for me to go over the edge and my pussy started to flow. My orgasm was causing my ass to tighten hard around Daddy's cock. With a loud grunt, Daddy's hot cum filled my ass.

Daddy kept his cock in my ass until it softened and slid out on its own. I thought that was it. Punishment over. That was until I heard the shower come on. Uh-oh. Daddy wasn't finished!