I bent over the kitchen table in nervous anticipation, my hard nipples and soft breasts pressing against the cold wood, arms, forward, on tiptoe because the table is tall and I am so short, ass in the air, legs spread, wet cunt clearly displayed for Daddy as he walked in to punish me. He rubbed doubled over belt up my wet slit, eliciting a moan from his horny slut. He brought the belt to my lips, and I could clearly see the wetness from my cunt on his belt. 'Lick that off, slut', Daddy ordered, and I quickly obeyed, tasting my pussy and leather. 'Now, why are you bent over this table for me, little whore?' Daddy asked. 'I was a bad slut who came without permission, Daddy. I am sorry...' I answered. 'That's right, little girl. And each time I give you a stroke with the belt, you are going to count it. You are going to thank me. And you are going to tell me you're sorry for being such a bad slut. Do you understand?' I whimpered, 'Yes, Daddy.' He immediately landed a stinging stroke on my ass cheek. I gasped, quickly counting, 'One. Thank you, Daddy. I'm sorry for being a bad slut.' He immediately hit me again, alternating stinging strokes to my cheeks as I gasped, moaned, breathlessly counted and thanked him until he got to ten. He watched me wiggling my now-red ass, bending my knees and clenching my chheks in an effort to take away some of the sting, and he slid a thick finger into my obviously soaked cunt, which immediately began to contract around his finger as his slut came immediately at his finger penetration. As soon as I stopped cumming, I began to moan, 'I'm sorry, Daddy, I'm sorry, Daddy, I'm sorry...' He silenced me, removing his finger from my cunt and sticking it into my mouth, where I obediently and enthusiastically sucked my pussy juice off. 'You obviously haven't learned your lesson, my little slut.' He began whipping me with the belt, hard, not pausing for me to count, all over my ass, my upper thighs, until my cries of 'Please, Daddy, I'm sorry,' turned into a tearful whimpered. 'please...' as I stopped wiggling and simply cried, bent over the table. He stopped and asked, 'Are you ready to be my good girl, now, baby?' 'Yes, Daddy,' I whispered tearfully. 'We'll see, little girl. Climb up on the table, turn over and spread your legs wide.' I quickly obeyed, whimpering as my hot, punshed ass made contact with the surface, my legs in the air as wide as the could spread, as Daddy began slapping my open cunt and inner thighs with the belt. The belt was painful as he hit my aroused clut, hot and stinging on my pussy, and I squirmed and cried, but had nowhere to go...and as he kept spanking my pussy, I began ti moan with pleasure through my tears, and Daddy looked at my face. 'Are you going to cum from this punishment, little slut?' he asked, as I moaned and gasped beneath his blows. 'Yes, Daddy, oh, please, Daddy, can I cum for you?' He smiled. 'Good little slut. Yes, cum for me now, baby.' He slapped my cunt one last time and watched as I immediately started cumming, so hard. He pulled me to the edge of the table and plunged his thick, hard cock into my soaked cunt, causing me to cum even harder, as he began to fuck me, brutally pounding my sore pussy and ass, until i couldn't stop cumming from the exquisite mix of pain and pleasure.

I waited for Daddy to come home like a good little slut...naked, on my knees, hands behind my back and head bowed, by the front door. My pussy (or I should say His pussy, sinve I am his fucktoy and he owns every part of me) damp from the soreness left from his last use of me, and growing wetter as I fantasized about his thick, hard cock. His slut gets wet at the thought of worshipping that perfect cock and receiving his cum as a reward. I caught my breath as I heard his key in the lock, wanting desperately to look up to see his strong body and handsome face walk in, but maintaining my submissive pose to please him, growing ever wetter remembering that I am his piece of property and that I exist to please him. I felt him step inside and close the door. There was a smile in his voice as he said, 'Look at my good little slut.' He ran a finger down my cheek and lifted my chin to look up at him, reading my desire, my longing and my submission in my blue eyes as I met his. I whimpered softly. Daddy laughed and pinched one of my nipples, causing me to gasp and moan, on the verge of an orgasm, when he said, 'No, baby' and let go. 'Please, Daddy?' I whispered breathlessly, squirming in my kneeling position, desperate already for release, not having been allowed to touch his pussy all day, since it is for his pleasure and not mine. 'What does my little whore want?' asked Daddy, amusement in his voice. 'Please, Daddy, your little whore needs to cum for you,' I begged. 'Is my pussy wet, slut?' Daddy asked me. 'Yes, Daddy, so wet for you,' I told him, looking up with pleading eyes. 'Show me, slut. Spread your knees,' he ordered. Still kneeling, I opened my thighs so he could see the moisture seeping out from between my still closed pussy lips. 'Open those cunt lips, whore. Show me my property.' Slowly, I slipped my fingers down into my slit, gasping as I brushed my clit, looking up at Daddy as I pushed my lips apart, stroking gently in the silky wetness, intinctively, brushing back up over my clit and shivering as a small orgasm coursed through me from the soft touch, then gasping as I realized what I'd done. Daddy looked sternly at my scared face. 'Did you have permission, little girl?' 'No, Daddy...I'm sorry, Daddy, I didn't mean to...I couldn't stop...please, Daddy...' I moaned, tears filling my eyes that I disappointed him. 'Unbuckle my belt.' Daddy ordered. Tears spilled down my cheeks. 'Please, Daddy,' I begged again, afraid to say no and rising up on my knees to reach his belt, slowly unbuckling it for him as he looked down sternly. 'You know you need to be punished, don't you, baby?' he asked. 'Yes, Daddy,' I admitted softly. 'I'm sorry, Daddy. I'll be a good girl. I didn't mean it. I'll ask permission. I promise, Daddy!' 'Ask me now, baby. Ask me to whip that whore cunt that just came without my permission.' I whispered, 'Please, Daddy, whip this whore cunt. I was a bad girl. I deserve to be punished. Please, Daddy, hurt your slut...' He smiled. 'I promise it will hurt, slut. And you will thank me for it. Now crawl into the kitchen and bend over the table with those legs spread wide. I want to see how much wetter that cunt gets while I'm whipping it, my little pain slut.' 'Yes, Sir, ' I whispered, trembling.