Message-ID: <11843eli$9806031335@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: sigh55@hotmail.com Subject: Daddy's Slave--Part 4 (M/f, inc, spanking, anal, oral) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.spanking,alt.sex.incest.stories,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6l2jfu$v0u$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> Daddy's Slave -- Part 4 Two intensive weeks passed after my father made me his slave. Slave was such an odd word to use and yet there was no other that adequately described my relationship to him. During some parts of the day he didn't pay much attention to what I did, and yet, when he wanted to "play", I was expected to be prepared. I was wondering when or if he'd ever let me start looking for a job again but whenever I broached the subject I was told that he'd let me know what he wanted me to do and when. And he had plenty of ideas to fill the time. One afternoon, after a small infraction of the rules (I sat down on the couch instead of kneeling at his feet when I was serving him) he told me to go out into the back yard, in the nude as I was, and cut a switch from the apple tree. It was to be of a specific length and diameter and, as he said, "I'm going to try each one you bring in on your ass, so if you don't get what I've specified, you'll still feel it used on you and each one after that until you get it right." I was more than a little afraid. I had some idea what a switch must feel like and I wasn't sure how many strokes I was to get with it. I went out to the tree with a sharp knife and eyed it, trying to hurry because the next door neighbor could see into our yard through the fence. I saw one that would be about the right size and climbed up into the tree and onto a branch to get to it. Sure enough, Mr. Gannon, the neighbor was watching me from his yard. I didn't make eye contact, cut the switch and climbed down as fast as I could. My father was waiting for me at the base of the tree. "This is almost the right size, but not quite thick enough. Bend over Debra so you can feel what the consequences of an incorrect decision are." Totally humiliated by the idea of having to bend over in full view of Mr. Gannon, I slowly bent at the waist, my pussy and ass displayed for him. I grabbed my ankles as my father specified and heard the switch in the air before it hit my skin. The sting was incredible and I cried out and flinched. "Now, let's see if you can follow instructions *this* time." He glanced at the neighbors' yard and I knew he was putting on a show at this point. I climbed into the tree once again, found another suitable switch, cut it and climbed down. My father examined it, said, "Yes, that might do. Bend over so I can test it." I bent, once again and he said, "Spread your legs a bit farther, Debra. We want to make sure you feel it on your thighs." I inched my legs farther apart and prepared for the blow. Once again fire hit my legs when the switch came down on me and tears formed in my eyes. "Come in the house, Debra. It's time for your punishment." I followed him into the house, not knowing where the punishment would take place. He went into the room that had been his shop, the place where the bondage equipment was kept and motioned me over to the bars that he'd improvised. My wrists were secured into wrist cuffs spread wide apart and I was bent over at the waist over another bar that forced my ass to stick out obscenely. "Now, let's make sure you realize how important it is to follow instructions from now on, Debra." I braced myself and the first blow hit my ass hard. I waited for the second, crying quietly, but as he sometimes did, my father toyed with me between strokes. The switch was run up the inside of my thighs and into my pussy. "Now...wouldn't one hurt up here, honey?" he asked with fake innocence. "Yes, Daddy, it would. Please Daddy, I'll never forget again." He laughed. My begging was one of his favorite things. It aroused him every time and within seconds I could feel his cock poking at the lips of my pussy. "Do you want me, Debra? Do you want Daddy?" "Oh yes, Daddy. Please fuck me. I want your cock." I knew he wanted me to be more graphic, but I was having trouble collecting my thoughts in the desperation of not wanting the switch to hit me again. He loved it when I could be precise in describing what he wanted to do to me himself. He stepped back and the switch hit me again, hard enough to make me start getting busy on the description. "D-d-daddy? Do you know what your little girl wants?" "What is it baby?" he asked and brought the switch down on my thighs again. I gasped and then went on. "I want so much to have your hard cock pounding in my pussy, Daddy. I want to sit on your cock and ride it while you pinch my nipples." Another stroke, this time back on my ass and it was becoming almost unbearable. "Not quite, Debra. Try again." "Daddy..." I was searching desperately for what he might want. "I want to suck your cock, Daddy. I want to feel fucking my face and have you cum in my throat..." He moaned and moved to the wrist restraints, freeing me. I fell to my knees on the concrete floor and waited for him to position himself in front of my face. His cock was bobbing in front of my lips and he poked in into my face a couple of times, laughing. Then he grabbed my hair with both hands and said, "Open your mouth, baby. Take it all in." With that, he thrust his cock into my mouth and started pumping slowly. He obviously didn't want to cum quickly. "That's right. Suck it nice. Oooooh, I could do this forever." He pulled back, out of my mouth and his cock bounced again in front of my face. "Lick it and suck the tip. Thaaaat's right. Now, suck it again." I opened my mouth wide and his cock went almost to the back of my throat. I'd had enough practice not to gag too much and I started trying to relax and suck enough to get it over with as soon as I could. Very quickly he tensed and shot his cum down my throat, and began to pump in and out of my mouth slowly. I'd thought that that would be enough for a while, since he rarely used me more than once every few hours. But evidently, seeing his neighbor next door ignited something in his imagination. He said, "Go and get your plaid skirt on--that short one. And put on a white blouse and cardigan sweater. And some loafers." We'd never played a game with that outfit before so I wasn't sure what was coming but I hurried to comply to avoid any further punishment. I heard him talking on the phone while I dressed and when I entered the living room he said, "Sit there on the couch, knees together. Sit up straight. Mr. Gannon's coming over." I didn't know what was coming but the idea of another person in the house made me nervous. Within a few moments the doorbell rang and my father let Mr. Gannon into the house. "Bert, I don't know if you've met my daughter, Debra." I stood and said hello and Mr. Gannon said, "I've seen her around." This made me blush deeply and my father smiled and went on, "Debra's been a very bad girl. I know you used to be a school principal before you retired and I wondered if you could help me with disciplining her. I don't want her to get out of control." Mr. Gannon's eyes got wide and then he smiled very big. "I think I could help you with that," he said, "But I have to warn you, I firmly believe in corporal punishment to help young people learn the boundaries." "Well, nothing I've done up to this point seems to have worked. Would you consider taking her into one of the other rooms and trying your hand at it? I think Debra could benefit from your firm hand." Mr. Gannon was obviously eager to "assist" and said, "Sure. Right now? Would you like me to work with her right now?" "Sure, Bert. No time like the present. There's a room at the end of the hall with a desk and a chair. Would you like a paddle...or...?" "A paddle would be best," he said, and took the paddle from my father's hand. Knowing that Mr. Gannon had seen me naked and had seen my father whip me just an hour before, it didn't surprise me to hear my father saying, "And if Debra gets you all fired up, Bert, don't hesitate to make her accept the consequences of that, too. I believe in my girl taking responsibility when she gets a man worked up. She can take it up the ass, if that's your preference, too." It wasn't the first time my father had given me to another man, and it happened before, he'd video taped the event for us to watch over and over again later. It didn't completely surprise me, then, to hear him say, "Would you mind if I taped her punishment, Bert? So that she can see the consequences of her actions later? You could have a copy for yourself, of course." Mr. Gannon thanked my father enthusiastically for "documenting" my punishment and congratulated him on his methods of reinforcing the punishment at a later date. "But if you don't mind, I think it might be best to administer the punishment right out here, in public," Mr. Gannon said. "There's no reason to hide these things." "Now Debra," he said in a stern, principals voice, "I want you to remove your underwear and hand it to your father." I slowly raised my skirt with Mr. Gannon watching intently and my father taping the whole event. My fingers went into the waistband of my panties and I slid them down to my ankles, stepping out of my shoes and then my panties, bent down and picked them up and handed them to my father who took them without stopping the video camera. "Pull your skirt up to your waist and bend over the end of the couch, please." I exposed my ass completely, and bent slowly over the arm. He made me wait almost a full minute before issuing the next instruction, and the wait made me realize the psychological impact of anticipation. I was trembling by the time he spoke again. "Looks like you've had to be firm with her already today," he said. "She must really give you some trouble. No problem. We'll teach her who's boss. Debra, I want you to count your swats as I give them to you. In a clear voice, please." As I counted, twenty very businesslike swats were administered, and I counted each through my tears. He made me wait for some, stretching the anticipation even further. After the twentieth blow he stopped and said, "I believe that's enough. But you're right. Wiggling that slutty, seductive little ass did have an effect on me. I believe your daughter needs quite a lot of discipline." "Make her feel the consequences of her slutty behavior," I heard my father say with obvious relish in his voice. I wasn't even allowed to move from the arm of the couch. My ass was burning as I felt Mr. Gannon moving into position behind me. He didn't even loosen me up with his fingers as my father usually did. I heard him spit on his hands and before I knew what was happening, his cock was pushing into my ass. "Ooooh, she's deliciously tight," I heard him moan as he began pushing into me in earnest. Every thrust felt like it would split me open and the idea that my father would make me watch it later (usually with his cock in my ass) nearly made me sick. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity but which was actually only a couple of minutes, Mr. Gannon grabbed my hips with his hands and pushed into me hard. I could feel his cum in my ass and my only emotion was relief that he'd soon slip out. 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