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Spanking "Lari, when you arrive I want you to come in without knocking. Take your clothes off and fold them neatly somewhere. Then, get down on all fours with your legs spread wide, facing the mirror until I need you. Bring a buttplug but do not put it in yet." I pulled up to the mansion a little after 3, took a deep breath, and got out of my car. I entered the back gate that led to Daddy's suite and, following his instructions, opened the door without knocking. I ascended the staircase and briefly glanced around the suite. Seeing and hearing nothing, I assumed that he was out and would be back soon. I breathed a sigh of relief. My tardiness would go unnoticed and unpunished. "Unless," I thought, "he's sitting somewhere quietly, watching to see if I follow his instructions." That thought frightened and excited me. I entered his bedroom and began to sreip nude, folding my clothes neatly at first in a pile. Then I heard the front door open. Shit. It was going to be obvious that I was late if Daddy came up here and saw me still undressing. I quickly removed the rest of my clothes and got down on all fours. A full-length mirror was in front of me, through which I could see my little cock and tiny balls dangling underneath me. It looked so ridiculous and humiliating, and the fact that he would soon see this made me blush with shame. At the same time, my dicklet began to grow. If anything, this made the view even more ridiculous, and the cycle of shame, humiliation and arousal only made my clitty harder and my mind blurrier. I felt slightly drunk. He slowly ascended the staircase and stopped to look at me. I saw him smirk in the mirror, and then he turned and walked into the other room. I continued to wait, my anxiety growing and my arousal sustaining, until he came into the room. "Oh, that's what I like to see. You followed my instructions exactly." Daddy caressed my back and butt. He smacked my ass hard with his open palm, and I let out a soft whimper in response. "Stand up. I want to inspect you." I obeyed. He moved his eyes and hands all over my body and nodded approvingly. He grabbed the small head of my still fully erect clitty with his thumb and forefinger and scoffed. "Oh my God Lari, are you aroused right now? Is this turning you on?" I swallowed hard. "Yes, Daddy." He laughed, moved his hand around my clitty a little, then cupped my balls. "Wow, so tight. Slut, why are your balls so tight?" "I... I don't know, Master." With his hand facing up underneath my scrotum, he smacked my balls upwards a few times. I winced in pain. Daddy giggled. He removed his hand and stood up. Then, from above, he smacked my erect clitty down softly. "Does that hurt?" He asked. I should have lied. I should have writhed around in pain. I should have left. I shouldn't have enjoyed this. What kind of sick gurl begs for a man to hurt his manhood? "No, Master I quietly replied. He smacked it again much harder, and the pain was immediate. While not unbearable, it was a novel sensation and I let out a low grunt. "How about that?" "Yes... Sir" I stammered, resisting the urge to grab my cock and soothe it with my hand. He smiled intensely and ordered me to get on my knees. Daddy walked over to the toybox and pulled out a collar. From behind me, he put the collar around my neck. At this moment I felt such incredible pride. It was all so clear. Obey Daddy, accept the pain with simplicity, and be honored. "Get me the butt plug Lari." I stood up and began walking over to my bag. "Slut, did I say to get up?" I stopped dead in my tracks and lowered myself onto my knees. I shuffled over to my bag and took out the plug and lube. "Good gurl, get into your position." I obeyed. He put on a surgival glove and applied lube. Slowly, he began to tease my boi pussy with his big finger, caressing it and slowly inserting the tip, rotating it and bringing it back out. "So tight! You're gonna have to work on that for me. By the next time you come here I want you much looser." "Yes Master," I stammered, feeling more and more drunk. He inserted the length of his long finger and I let out an involuntary moan. He removed his finger and grabbed the butt plug. It was large for what I was accustomed to, and he no doubt noticed the resistance as he began to insert it. "Just relax," he said, not in his 'Master' voice, but in a soft and reassuring tone. His other hand then reached out and began massaging my balls. He pushed the plug part-way in, teasing it, and then pulled it out repeatedly. His other hand moved from my balls and began caressing my tiny mushroom head. "Oh my God Lari, you're leaking!" It was true, my clitty was hard and I could feel the precum dribbling out. As the caressing continued I let out a few involuntary moans. I began to think I could cum if this kept up. But, as if he had read my mind, he said "no cumming!" I did my best to obey, putting it out of my mind. But he didn't stop caressing the head, rotating his palm on it and rubbing it between his fingers. If this didn't stop in the next 30 seconds I was going to lose it. The buttplug slid all the way in. "Good job! What a good boi" he exclaimed. I beamed with delight. "Now then, I want you to fold the laundry on the bed, scrub the tub and<b> shower </font></b>clean, vacuum my bedroom, give me a foot rub, in that order. Get to it!" The drunken feeling was overwhelming. My bimbo head was empty, lost at sea. My only desire was to please Daddy. My only thought was to obey. At this moment, for this afternoon, I was his puppet. His doll. His plaything. He could cuddle me, dress me up, or tear my head off. It was all the same to me. I absentmindedly got up and began walking to the bed. "Slut, who the fuck told you to stand?" Again, I dropped to my knees and shuffled over. He stood and made to leave the room, but stopped at the door and looked down at my clothes. They had been hastily removed and left in a disorganized pile on the floor. "You didn't listen to me. Didn't I tell you to put your clothes in a neat pile?" "Yes Sir" "Then why didn't you?" "I heard you come home and wanted to be in the position by the time you came upstairs." He scowled. "You were rushing." "Yes Sir." "Because you were late." "Yes Sir." "Stop folding the laundry. Lean over the bed. Stick your cut butt out." I obeyed, terrified. I think he was taken aback by my display of fear, as he put a hand on my shoulder and whispered "you don't have to be so afraid," again in the soft and reassuring voice. But for me, the fear is the best part. Daddy took out a heavy wooden paddle. I had never been paddled before. "How late were you?" he asked. "Five minutes." "Okay, then I'm going to spank you five times." He started off with a few soft ones, and asked me to rate them on a pain scale from 1-10. I answered honestly. They were 2's and 3's. Then he spanked me in earnest. It was a stinging pain all over my butt, more intense than the spankings and floggings I was used to. I let out a grunt. He asked me to rate the pain. I replied that it was a 6. "Hmm, that didn't seem like a 6 to me. I think that was an 8 or 9." I knew he was right. If that was a 6, a 10 would leave me paralyzed. I was so thankful that he didn't take me at my word. He knew it could not be trusted. I would say and do anything to please Daddy, pain be damned. He gave me another one, slightly harder this time. I grunted, low and hard. My cute butt was already on fire. He paused. "Ok, let's begin for real. What did I say? Ten swats?" Before I could correct him the paddle came down hard, and then again, and then again. I did not think I could take ten, but I just gritted my teeth and reminded myself that the pain was only temporary, and that humans could always handle more pain than we assumed. He counted up as my mind went numb. I don't think I could have said the safeword even if I wanted to. But I was determined not to. I could take my punishment like a good gurl. By the time it was over, I was laying with my head face-down in his clean laundry, sweating and whimpering. "You're never going to be late again, are you?" Daddy asked. "No Sir" I lied. "Well Lari, get back to work." I obeyed. |
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Very good story slut 
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Nicely writen
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