The rain was drizzling down around me. Slow, but very steady, penetrating rain.

The day had been warm and I wore not jacket and hadn't taken an umbrella with me. Approaching the house, I was feeling thoroughly damp all over. My hair was wet, as was my blouse. I felt the material clinging to me in the sticky way clothing does in this type of weather.

I pulled open the screen door to the kitchen and saw him inside. Feelings of happiness at seeing him warred with the dread knowledge of what was to come. Oh, well, too late to turn back now.

"Hello, Daddy," I announced as I entered the kitchen. I tried to keep my voice light to put off what I knew I could not avoid.

"Hello, little one." His voice calm and relaxed. Did he not care, or had he not noticed?

I went over to where he sat and bent to give him the peck on the lips. The brief contact went as I had expected until I went to stand up straight. I couldn't.

His hand had me by the front of my blouse. Already off-balance from the unexpected resistance, I had no choice but to follow his hand down when he pulled me across his lap.

"You were late, Debbie."

"Not that late..."

"Don't contradict me!"

He punctuated his exclamation with a swat to my bottom. How dare he! I went wild, pushing his hands away from me, sliding off his lap. For a second our eyes locked. His held a smoldering anger, directed at me. I am sure my own look was just as hot. He reached for me and I rolled away. I sprang to my feet and dashed up the stairs, headed for my room, where I could shut him out.

From where I started, though, and using the backstairs, I was taking the long way to my room. He hadn't stayed in the kitchen but had gone to the front stairs and was in front of my door before I got there. One glance at him poised there, daring me to get around him and I decided to change tactics. If I couldn't get into my room, then I'd go into his!

I whirled and was through the door to his room before he could react. I had the door closed between us before he could cross the hall. I tried to find the latch, to keep it closed before I realized the error I had made. There was no latch on his door.

The knob turned and the door swung inward, pushing me off balance. I stumbled back from the door as he entered.

"You won't get out of punishment so easily this time, young lady!" He reached for me and I tried to dart around him. No good. He grabbed my arm and pulled me to him. His other arm wrapped around my waist and he swung me up free of the floor. I screamed, wordlessly, my frustration. I was still screaming when he dropped me face down on his big, four-poster, bed.

He had let go of me in dropping me to the bed. I tried rolling away from him, but he grabbed me by my hair, forcing my face into the bed's comforter. I could here him pulling open and rummaging through a dresser next to the bed. While he did this I had time to assess where I was.

The room smelled like him. His cologne permeated the room, with a hint of his own musky scent. Yet, underneath those familiar smells was another smell. It somehow reminded me of a saddle shop I had once been into. It smelled of ...

Leather, wrapping around my wrist. He had pulled my left hand behind me and was wrapping something that felt like a wide belt around it. He had let go of my hair and I raised my head up to look at the drawer he had opened in the dresser.

Black leather strap like things, polished and chromed metal, and other things peeked out of the drawer. I started to bring my right hand forward to push up off the bed. He reached down and yanked my arm behind me, also putting the belt-like thing on that wrist. When he was done, he let go of my wrists. I tried to bring them in front of me, but couldn't. My wrists were somehow tied together behind my back. I tried to see what was back there, but couldn't turn my head far enough. Instead, I faced him and glared.

"Yes, this time is going to be different, Debbie. I've had enough of you running around, disobeying me and flaunting your body with your friends." His words were tightly controlled. He wasn't yelling. He was calm. I was scarier to hear this calm voice, with its promise of punishment, than to hear him yell.

I noticed what he was doing while talking to me. He was putting on gloves. Black leather gloves that didn't have fingers on them. They looked like they belonged in a motorcycle movie. This didn't look like it was going to be easy. Time to start talking, hoping to lessen what he had planned.

"I was just a little late!"

"You were over an hour late, and not for the first time, either." He had finished pulling the gloves on and moved to the side of the bed. He pushed his hands under my body and slid it so that I was laying parallel to the side of the bed he was standing on.

"I have also heard about what you do when you are out with your 'friends', Debbie. I've heard you have been acting very badly, doing things you shouldn't be doing."

"I was just hanging out, I don't know what you are talking about!"

"I think you do, Debbie."

"You're crazy! Let me go!"

Instead of letting me go, he flipped up the back of my skirt. I felt a hot flush of shame and embarrassment flare up on my cheeks. My entire backside was exposed to him. My backside and ...

"Debbie, I didn't buy these panties for you." His gloved hand was touching the lingerie he had mentioned. I felt the leather and seams of the glove, as well as his bare fingertips. I could feel all that because the panties were tight, stretchy thong back panties, leaving most of my backside bare.

"So?" I tried an indignant tone. Who was he to tell me what to wear?

"You also raised the hemline of that skirt you are wearing."

Silence from me to that. I had raised it from just above my knee to mid-thigh.

"Why are you dressed like this, Debbie? With your skirt so short and these skimpy panties?" He emphasized how skimpy they were by running his gloved hand over the exposed flesh. The touch sent shivers up my spine. Not just fear, but something else, too.

"Why, Debbie?" He raised the hand from my bottom and brought it down hard on the right asscheek. The bare tips of his fingers stung more than the leather-clad palm as they slapped into the skin where my buttocks met the tops of my thighs.

I gritted my teeth at the sensation, fighting the urge to yelp from the pain.

"What sort of girl wears panties like this under short skirts, Debbie?" He paused, giving me a chance to answer. When I didn't he repeated the swat to my left ass-cheek. "What kind of girl enjoys running around with half her ass sticking out of her underwear?" He didn't pause this time, he just brought his hand down, hard, upon the already warm spot on my right side.

I kept my lips tightly pressed together, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing me. Instead, I let my breath out each time he struck me, breathing in, slowly, as the burning sensation spread from his target area through my body. The strain of breathing in the pain made me tremble.

"Tell me, Debbie, what kind of girl does these things?" He drove home each word of that sentence, said slowly, with a swat, alternating sides with each swat. He kept pounding on the same area, near where the thong back of my panties had slid between my cheeks. Each time his fingertips, undulled by leather, struck the lower curve of my ass, driving the sting into me.

The breathing through the pain was working, a little, to help me keep from crying out at each stroke. But another sensation was entering my conscious mind.

The fire of his stinging blows was filtering through me in strange ways. I felt a tingling between my thighs and a dampness inside me. It wasn't the rain that was making me damp, now.

He paused in striking my ass and instead rested his hand there. Emblazoned by his spanking, my flesh was even more sensitive than before. Slowly, lightly, he moved his fingertips over my burning flesh. The touch was electrical. I felt even more dampness between my thighs. I fought the urge to moan from these ministrations.

I was almost lost in my own world, feeling the burning of my flesh and the new flame of arousal, but I heard him reach into that drawer again. I raised my head from the comforter to see him bring out a small black strip of thick leather.

No, no more...

I tried to roll away from him, but he hand anticipated that. The hand that had been teasing my flesh grabbed the back of my panties and yanked them upward, toward my head, then pushed me back down, forcing my hips to remain flat on the bed. It also caused the thin crotch of the panties to wedge deeply into my cunt.

The tension on the material caused it to rub against my cunt lips as I struggled to turn over. The sawing of the material back and forth stirred that tingling down there even more. I felt the wetness in my cunt soaking into the material of the panties.

The leather of the small strip was cool against my hot ass cheeks. He'd laid it across the area he'd just been spanking.

"It has been reported to me that you have been hanging out with some very bad girls, Debbie." He began tapping the leather against my ass in a very small area. A light tapping, barely stinging at all, at first. As he continued, the stinging began to build.

"It was said to me that you let one of those girls reach under your skirt, little one."

My breathing trick wasn't working with these more rapid, though light, blows.

The news that he had learned about some of my fooling around made me shiver. How much did he know?

"You were seen to kiss the girl while her hand was under your skirt."

Shit.

"With your mouths open."

Damn.

"And you appeared to be the one enjoying all the attention."

Did he also know about...?

"When she pulled her hand out, you were seen licking her fingers, little one."

He knew, all right. He knew about how I had been fooling around with my friend Rebecca. Yes, I'd licked her fingers clean. They were covered with my own juices. Who had told him, though? It had been dark, and I hadn't seen anyone around.

By this time, the light tapping had worked to further burn my ass. He'd been highly accurate with it, keeping all the strikes to a very small area, concentrating the tips along the inner curve of my ass, where it turned under to meet my thighs. The pulling on the panties had further caressed my cunt. I was wet, not just from what he had done, but also from having to recall Rebecca's fingers on me. How her touch had drummed so insistently on my clit that I had to kiss her, to smother my scream in her mouth as I came. Almost involuntarily, I squeezed my thighs together, feeling the pleasurable sensation shooting through me.

He froze. Why?

He slid the slapper edgewise between my thighs, rubbing it's rounded edge between the lips of my cunt. It pressed lightly over my clit. I didn't think about it until it happened. A moan escaped my lips.

"You have been behaving like a slut, Debbie."

"No!"

My reward for answering negatively was swift and savage. The slapper hurt a lot worse when used full strength. It had been yanked from between my legs and brought down hard over and over against my ass. Not as much accuracy this time.

Force, pure and simple. The blows rained down fast, not giving me time to get back into my breathing. My tears, so long restrained, broke loose with a sob, then a torrent. I cried out, wordlessly, over and over. Raging against the pain, trying to get away, trying to shield my exposed ass from his wrath.

The rolling further worked the material of my panties into my cunt, further rubbed them into my cunt lips and over my clit. My tears were wetting the comforter beneath my face, and my cunt was literally soaking my panties. The harder he struck, the worse my arousal became. I tried to free my hands, but they were held tightly by the restraints he had put there.

It was an eternity that he struck me. Over and over. His intention to punish my outburst seemed destined to drive me out of my mind from pain and arousal.

At last, the torment ended. I was on fire in two ways. I was sobbing from the pain, tears streaming down my cheeks. I sobbed in choking gasps from crying so hard.

In my struggles, I had spread my legs, trying to get the leverage to roll away.

Now, as I sobbed in relief of the pain of further spanking abated, I left them where they were, sprawled out wide.

Fingers. His fingers. Caressing my exposed cunt lips where they had worked around the tightened crotch of my underpants. I felt them through the haze of my still flaming ass. Stroking slowly. Lightly. Insistently.

"Are you a slut, Debbie?" His voice was calm. Trick question? His fingers teasing my sex, surely feeling how wet I was.

"Are you a slut?" He repeated. His fingers had paused, poised directly over my clit.

"No!"

"Yes," he pushed down, over my clit, emphasizing his words. "Yes, you are."

The burning of my ass, the throbbing in my cunt, the helplessness. Too much. His words calling me such a vile name.

"You are a slut. A cunt-licking, cock-craving little whore, aren't you, Debbie?"

I didn't answer. I couldn't say those things. I wouldn't. Yet, those fingers, pushing against my barely covered cunt felt so good. So right.

"I can do things for you Rebecca can't, little slut. Wouldn't that be nice?

Wouldn't a nice thick, long cock feel good inside your hot slut cunt right now?

I could slide it into you nice and slow and make you feel every inch of it inside you. Don't you want me to take these panties off and shove my big daddy cock into your little slut cunt?

I did. But I didn't want to give up. To give in. I also didn't want him to stop.

"Last chance to do things the easy way, slut." His hand stopped. It stopped.

I was about to agree, to give in. The need for those fingers to keep going was building.

His hand, smashing down once more on my ass drove all thoughts of giving up out of my mind. It also drove a scream from my throat.

"Debbie, you are a dirty little slut! You wave this naughty ass of yours around for everyone. Everyone but the only one who loves you. The one who can give you exactly what a slut like you craves most. That ends tonight!"

He kept time to his words with his hand on my ass. Hard. On top of the earlier spanking, it was pure torture. I was already sore, and it was just getting worse. He spanked me harder than ever before. Still with great accuracy, zeroing in on the places it would hurt the most, the places where the blows would further enflame my cunt.

"Please, Daddy, please! Please, I'll be good!" I was begging now. Begging to make the pain stop. I was pleading for all I was worth. "I'll do anything you want, Daddy, please!"

He paused. "You had your chance, little one. Too late to say you are sorry. I don't want to hear your mouth for awhile.

He grabbed my panties at the waist and yanked downward, pulling them down my legs. The feel of the wet cloth leaving my cunt was enough to make me screech.

The cooler room air over my moist lips felt so startling.

He wasn't done with the panties after taking them off me. My head was pulled up by my hair. I opened my mouth to cry out, to have something soft and wet stuffed into it. My panties. The flavor reminded me of Rebecca's fingers.

"Don't spit them out, little one, or it will be worse on you by far."

He reached into the drawer again and pulled out something that looked like a paddle, except that the flat part you hit with had been slit lengthwise. It left several "fingers" of leather on the paddle's blade.

"Up on your knees, little slut." He swatted me with the new thing. The sting was more than double that of the earlier slapper.

"I said up!" Again, harder. I hurried to pull my legs under me to stick my ass up in the air on the bed.

"Spread those legs, slut." I pulled m thighs a little apart. My reward was a stinging blow on the backs of my thighs. "Wider." I spread my legs a bit more.

My face was pressed into the comforter by my position. I felt so vulnerable with my ass raised so high, so bare. Now, not even skimpy panties hid me from his eyes. Or his fingers.

Those fingers, running down the inside of my thighs. My cunt was gaping wide open from the exposed position. I could smell my own arousal in the air. Then he ran a finger over my cunt lips.

"You are a little slut. A hot-cunted little bitch who wants her holes filled with fingers, tongues and cocks. Aren't you?" As I was unable to answer through the panties in my mouth, he used the paddle thing on me again, while keeping his fingers on my cunt.

A single finger stroking from the base of my cunt to my clit, followed by a swat from that paddle. He did that twice, then went back to talking to me.

"A slut, a cunt, a whore." More fingering and a swat.

"You lick your girl-friend's cunt, you little lezzie slut!" More smacking and fingering.

"You wear a short skirt and sexy panties so someone can enjoy your ass and cunt!"

"You crave cock, little slut!"

I was going out of my mind. My cunt enjoyed the attention, my ass burned from it. My mind was exploding his words.

He stopped his litany of pain. I was sobbing into the panties in my mouth. I didn't know what was worse, the pain or the hunger in my cunt that just kept growing.

It felt like a log. A rough, thick log. Grinding into my cunt. It was his leather clad knuckles, being ground into my wet, open cunt. I screamed, not from pain, but in frustration. The knuckles felt so good, but didn't go deep enough to relieve the awful ache inside me that had been building during all of this.

He laughed. He laughed because he knew how much I needed him. How much I wanted him to keep going. He laughed.

"Is my little slut getting horny? Is her slut cunt all wet from daddy's touch? Is she craving daddy's cock?"

He moved away from the bed. I was kneeling there, my ass in the air, my cunt on fire with need and he goes away. I waited for him to return. When he didn't, after a time, I turned my head to see what he was doing.

He was sitting in a chair a few feet away. Looking at me.

"Little slut, I gave you a chance, but now we are going to do this the rough way. The roughest. If you want your daddy's cock, you will get off the bed and crawl over to me to beg for it."

There was no question. I had to. I had to do what he commanded. I needed his cock. I needed his control. I needed him.

I lowered my hips to the bed, then slid first one leg, then the other off the bed. I started to walk towards him, but a sharp look from him reminded me of how I was to travel the short distance. Carefully, I got to my knees. I crawled to my daddy.

The bulge in his crotch was noticeable. His cock. Daddy's cock. My eyes locked on the prize as I scraped my bare knees on the carpet. I reached him and lowered my head to his lap, rubbing my cheeks over that bulge in his pants.

"There, that's a good little girl. My little girl wants daddy's cock, doesn't she?"

I nodded.

"There is still the matter of your being a disobedient slut to take care of, Debbie."

I looked up, still keeping my cheek pressed to his cock.

"You resisted my authority, not just once, but several times."

He grabbed my hair and yanked my head away from his sweet cock. The panties were pulled from my mouth. His lips were upon mine. A kiss, deep and long was planted on my cunt-scented lips. He broke the kiss slowly, trapping my lower lip in his teeth for a mild bite. He kept the bite going as the palm of his glove was rubbed against my wet, open cunt. I moaned into his mouth as he kissed me again.

I thrust my hips against his hand, hard, grinding my aching cunt into the leather.r His other hand grabbed my blouse, ripping it open, popping off buttons. He squeezed first one breast, then the other. I moaned again, the sensations warring in me from my tits and my sex. I felt his nails on my breast flesh as he gripped the side of my bra cup and ripped it to the side, spilling my right tit into his hand. He broke the kiss as he grasped the nipple.

"There is a lot more pain in store for you, little slut!"

"Please, ...Daddy!"

"Please, what, slut?"

He pulled his hand from my sex but kept up the pressure on my nipple.

"Please, what?"

"I don't know, daddy!" I shook my head.

"You are a little slut, aren't you?"

"Yes, daddy!"

"You want me to give you what you need, don't you, slut?"

"Yes, daddy!"

"What you need is more pain, so you can better appreciate your loving father!"

No! I needed to be fucked! Not more spanking!

It wasn't spanking he had in mind. Somewhere between leaving me and sitting down, he had picked up something made of metal. Through the pain in my nipple and the blurriness of tears, I saw the glint in the light of the lamps.

"Beg for more pain, slut." He said, releasing my nipple.

I took a long, calming breath. I couldn't do it, but I couldn't not do it, either.

"Please...daddy...give...me...pain."

He grinned, evilly as he leaned toward me. He ripped the other bra cup aside and took my breast in his hand. He rolled the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and it rose, responding to his touch. He opened one of the metal things. He brought it down to my nipple and started to let it close...

I opened my mouth in pain, but the scream wouldn't come.

"Thank your daddy, slut."

I wasn't able to. I couldn't say anything. He took hold of the metal clamp and tugged, it clamped tighter on my nipple.

"Say thank you, little slut, remember your manners!"

"Thank you, daddy!" I squeaked out through gasps for breath.

"What are you thanking me for, slut?"

"Fo...for the pa..pain." He relaxed the tension and the clamp relaxed a little, still biting down on my nipple, though. He gripped the other clamp and opened it, holding it open around my other nipple.

"Beg for it, slut."

"Please give me your pain, daddy!" I choked it out, afraid of what would happen if I didn't.

The pain I felt doubled as the second clamp bore down on my already abused right nipple. I was sobbing, shaking from the pain.

"Yes?" He looked at me, questioningly. I knew what he expected.

"Thank you for the pain, daddy!"

Tears ran freely down my cheeks as I felt the pain in my nipples slowly fade to a dull, constant ache. He sat back, watching me, drinking in of my suffering.

"You look very pretty this way, slut." He leaned forward and ran his hand over my cunt again. His fingers stroked into my cunt, rubbing my juices around my clit. I damn near came right there. "Your slut cunt got even more wet, slut, when I put on those clamps! Now, doesn't that make you a pain-slut?"

"I don't know, daddy!"

"I think it does, my little pain-slut. You are enjoying this. All of it. Having your ass beaten until it is red, made to suck your own wet panties, and having your nipples hurt by these clamps, aren't you?"

"Yes, daddy!" I didn't dare disagree now.

"Let's see, you have a slut mouth that like to taste cunt and cock. You have a slut mouth that likes fingers, tongues and cocks. I wonder, do you have a slut ass?"

"I don't know, daddy!"

"Let's find out."

There was a chain between the two clamps. I hooked a finger around this chain and pulled me toward him. I struggled to move fast enough to keep him from pulling too hard on my trapped nipples. I was almost fast enough, but not quite.

"Up and over, little slut." He led my by my nipples to slide myself over his lap. When he finally leg go of the chain, to allow it to swing free, I was laying face down over his lap with my ass in the air.

"Let's see how my slut daughter likes things in her ass. Oh, look how red your ass is! You must have been a very, very bad girl to earn such a spanking!"

He racked his short nails over the red flesh of my ass cheeks. I sucked in my breath and groaned. I flexed the muscles of my ass, pressing my legs closer together, feeling my wet cunt rubbing on the material of his pants.

He picked up something and the next thing I knew there was something cool against my asshole. Something slick.

He then picked up something else. I heard it before I felt it. I heard it humming. Then I felt the vibrations on my asshole. A small vibrating dildo!

The first few touches were just gentle rubbings of the pointed tip against my ass. He started to push harder, though, gently easing me into it, giving me a rhythm to feel. I felt my ass under his onslaught relaxing, welcoming the dildo.

He pushed in a half inch, paused, then pushed in again. I moaned, feeling it slide in easily past the muscles. I felt the tiny bumps on the surface of the dildo tickling my asshole, then entering it.

"You are doing well, my little pain-slut. Are you enjoying having your ass fucked?"

"Yes, daddy!"

"You are such a slut, Debbie! Having your ass fucked by a dildo!" He pushed it in deep, fucking me with it in slow, steady strokes. My ass was used to it now.

I was feeling the vibrations throughout my ass, stirring me higher. I was getting close, so close...

He stopped thrusting. His hand was on it. It was humming happily to me, telling me to keep going, but the thrusting had stopped.

"Are you about to come, my little ass-fucking slut?"

"Yes, daddy!"

"You had better ask permission to come, little ass-slut!"

"Please, may I?"

"Please may you what?"

"Please may I come?"

"You sound uncertain about it, slut, no you may not."

He started thrusting again. I was starting to climb up towards orgasm again. I moaned, loudly, "Oh, Daddy!"

"Yes, pet?"

"Please may I come?"

"Not yet, my slut pet"

"Please, please, daddy, let me come!"

"Come, you little ass-fucking slut!"

I exploded. I screamed myself hoarse, face down over his lap, his dildo ramming my ass hard and fast. I shook, shaking my tits and the clamps on them, renewing the pain in my breasts. The pain lifted me in my orgasm spiral, taking me higher still. Finally, I stiffened, all over, and then collapsed, a rag-doll on my daddy's lap.

He turned off the dildo, but left it in place for a time. He stroked my back and ass and thighs. He cooed to me tender words laced with the dirty words that stirred me so.

"That's a good little girl slut. Very good. You came really hard for daddy, didn't you, my sweet slut?"

I was coming back to myself, slowly. as he stroked me, waking me back to the raging emptiness between my legs.

"Welcome back, my little ass-slut. You enjoyed coming for daddy by being ass-fucked, didn't you?"

"Yes, daddy!"

"Let's give your ass something to make it feel full, shall we?"

He eased the dildo out, and my ass seemed vacant after relaxing around the plastic shaft. It wasn't empty for long. He started to push something else in there. Something that flared out a great deal.

"This plug will make you feel nice and full, my little ass-slut."

I was near to screaming as the bulge in the middle of the plug entered me. But it slid in and left me feeling full. A flared base kept if from moving deeper into me.

"Up, slut!" He slapped my ass, hard. I struggled to my feet with his help. He slowly opened the clamp on my right nipple. I started to scream from the renewed pain as blood rushed back into my nipple. He covered my mouth with his and drank in my scream. He rubbed my sore nipple with the rough leather palm of his glove, encouraging me to moan into his mouth. He kept our lips locked as he repeated the process with my other nipple.

He broke the kiss to shove me towards the bed. He forced me on to it and told me to get on my knees again. My face was pressed into the comforter again. This time I felt the soreness of my nipples as they rubbed the material.

I felt his weight on the bed behind me. I heard his zipper.

Then I felt his cock. Hard, rubbing against my wet slit. I moaned.

"You like daddy's cock, slut?"

"Yes, daddy! Please fuck my slut cunt with your hard cock!"

He touched my wet sex with his cock again. "Whose cunt is this?"

"Yours daddy, only yours!"

"Whose pain slut are you?"

"Yours daddy, please hurt my cunt with your big cock, daddy! Please!"

He rammed me. Hard. Raping into my willing but under used cunt. I could take him, all of him, but so suddenly did he thrust in to me, I was in pain.

"Oh, god, daddy, your cock hurts so much!"

"You are welcome, little pain-slut!"

"Fuck my cunt, daddy, fuck your slut's cunt!"

He took hold of the flange at the base of the plug. As he began to piston his cock into my hungry cunt, he shifted the plug in and out in smaller motions. I was being double fucked by my daddy!

"Take my cock, you little slut! Take the plug, fucking your ass! Take it, slut!"

He fucked me hard. I was screaming, crying, feeling his cock in my cunt and the plug fucking my ass. His free hand raked over my red ass, causing me to relive the pain of his spankings. His hard forward thrusts rubbed my sore nipples against the comforter and pushed my face into it. I was his worthless, but loved, fuck toy.

"Oh, daddy, I'm such a slut! Please let me come!"

"Come, you little slut, come hard as I hurt your cunt and ass, come!"

I came. Hard. Spurred on by his words. Feeling him ram into me in both my cunt and ass. His slut. His slut. Daddy's slut.

"Please come in me, daddy, please!" I cried in the throes of orgasm, wanting daddy to come in his little girl.

"Take my come, slut, take it!"

I felt him coming in me, hot, thick jets of come filling my cunt. I climbed higher and higher as he groaned in orgasm on top of me. I couldn't take any more. My legs gave out and I collapsed underneath him.

"Thank you, daddy, thank you!" I murmured to him. He caressed me, held me, comforted me. He released my wrists and I threw my arms around him and cried into his chest.

He held me a good long while as I came down from the orgasms. He helped me to remove the ruined blouse and bra and the skirt.

"Another blouse shot to hell." I muttered, watching him toss it towards the waste can.

"And bra, too. You know, it is your fault."

"Mine?"

"Yes, you play the naughty little girl so much it is all I can do to keep from ripping all your clothes off!"

I grinned, watching my master. My daddy only in fantasy, my master in my life.

"You can rip my clothes off anytime, you know that!"

"Not right now, you aren't wearing any!" he grinned back.

We pulled the comforter back together and climbed into the bed we always share.

He snuggled me until I was asleep.