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.