DADDY"S WHIP

BY MELONY

As Daddy arrived home she was in the bedroom, late from her school. The weakness in her knees when she heard the door open reminded her that she should have been at the door to greet him. She knew her punishment. She knew that Daddy would enjoy it, which is why she planned to be late. Feeling naughty, she sat right in front of the bedroom door and let her hand caress her little hairless sex. Imagining it was her Daddy's hand, she continued, moving faster, feeling her lips puff up and respond instantly.

"What are you doing?" Daddy said, seeing his eight-year-old daughter kneeling on the floor near orgasm, something he did not want her to do without his permission.

"I'm sorry Daddy, I didn't mean to," little blond girl said, her lips defiantly curled into a smile.

Daddy looked down at her and spoke slowly, "Wait for me on the bed, I shall return."

With those words, he went downstairs, and little Jessi hurried back to the bed. She lay there, listening to Daddy in the house, boldly touching herself again.

Her pre-teen lips trembled as she lay still on the bed, awaiting her strict Daddy to return. Each of his steps echoed in her ears making her heart jump as she felt him come closer. He laid his fingers on her hips causing her to yelp with fear, his fingers flowing down her legs slowly. He watched as she quivered, his fingers caressing her soft innocent curves. Daddy's eyes locked on her face, watching her as he laced the rope around her slender ankles, securing them tightly spread to each post.

As he watched, Daddy saw his little girl's face color, grimacing in her tender fight to follow his order not to look away.

"A lovely color," he said, "I am going to enjoy you my little baby."

Much to his delight she blushed deeper.

Daddy took his finger up, teasing his little captive victim as she wiggled under his cruel and obscene touch. Circling his fingers over her flat chest, grazing her nipples while she shuddered and moaned lightly between her open lips. Daddy leant forward, pressing his lips roughly to hers, crushing them as he twisted her tiny nipples. Moaning, she reached up to savor the kiss Daddy gave her. Allowing his hands to flow up her sides, he trailed over her arms and pressed her wrists to the bedpost. Still kissing her deeply, he parted her soft child's lips with his tongue and secured the cuffs on her. Daddy grinned, feeling her slender eight-year-old body struggle to get free from the ropes that held her down.

Stepping away from her, Daddy looked down at the little innocent body of his pre-teen daughter before him. Each inch writhing toward him, her moans echoing her desire to please, to be touched again. He turned to the night table, opening the small cabinet where he kept the nightly toys, pulling out his short crop and remote vibrator.

"Have you been a bad little girl?" he asked her, circling her tiny stiff nipples with the crop.

"Y-yes D-daddy," she stuttered, the anticipation of what was to come building in her, making her aware more of her small nakedness.

The air swirled around her pre-teen sex, seemingly to aid in her wonderfully frustrating torture. Her arched chest shook with her labored breath, saying, "Please Daddy," as best she could.

"Please what?" Daddy asked coyly, trailing the head of the crop over her tummy, gently lapping at her hairless pink vagina.

The small helpless child visibly shuddered, writhing on the satin sheets spread open for her cruel Daddy.

"Please Daddy, I want you to hurt me," her trembling lips mouthed as the crop tapped lightly on her exposed clit; the leather biting at her already swollen labia of her eight-year-old sex.

Grinning, Daddy leant forward, whispering in her ear, "I will... we have yet to begin."

Fanning his fingers over her quivering body, Daddy silenced his suffering little girl while his crop continued to tap. He watched as the wide leather head slapped her clit, just rising up again for more. Placing the crop flat on her thighs, he moved closer to rub lightly on her sides, caressing her quivering form. Little Jessi writhed, trying to direct Daddy's fingers over her small bound body in a futile attempt. Daddy's eyes gazed down at her, lifting his hands to watch her tremble, letting them only brush her even softer. Each time his touch left her body, she moaned for its return.

Daddy stood next to the bed, his body blocking the candlelight, letting the child only see his silhouette as he reached for the vibrator. Leaning her blond head forward, little Jessi only saw a darkened figure over her, feeling the cool vibrator's head slide over her inner thigh. Stroking up and down, Daddy teased her by letting it vibrate close to her tender vulva, yet not touching. Little girl continued to groan, each time her lips parted for a louder sound. Daddy leant back, resting the vibrator pointed right at her warm depths. In a flash of light, she was blinded only to welcome the dark figure back.

In his hand, he held a gag designed to fill her slender mouth. A penis gag.

"Please no Daddy. I will be quiet. I won't cry Daddy," she said, knowing that he would do it anyway.

Daddy lifted her head, cupping it in his hand, holding the gag in her plain sight, he says, "Your desire grows distracting. If I am distracted, your punishment will last longer. Do you want that, little girl?"

Racked with fear and lust in her eight-year-old body, she nodded, opening her mouth for the plastic phallus gag. Daddy slipped it in, looping and securing the straps around her head.

Leaning forward, he lightly kisses forehead of his precious little princess, rapidly wiggling his finger over her engorged clit. She attempted to moan, to scream her thankfulness for his cruel attentions, but it only came out as a muffled whimper. The gag worked. Daddy moved his lips lower, kissing her lightly, torturing his tiny daughter with gentle touches. She responded by arching up to him, savoring even his beard crushing with her skin. He feasted savagely on her bruised nipples, mouthing them, nibbling, biting them painfully. She closed her big blue eyes, each touch on her shooting straight to her aroused little sex. He lifted his face, pulling her nipples toward him, painfully, her squealing echoing through the gag.

"You are as sensitive as ever," he said to her visible blush that contrasted with the gag. Taking up the vibrator, he gently slipped it within her tight vagina, roughly pinching her nipple. Little girl yelped, then moaned and writhed, trying to move it with her, vainly attempting to turn it on. Daddy drove it into her, stopping short and threatening her to pull it out if she moved again. The child lay still, breathing heavily.

Daddy reached into the cabinet and took out his suede flogger, lifting the crop from child's thighs, trailing the ends over her flat chest and her ribcage. Poor child shuddered, her body confused, wanting to move to the touch and run from it as well. In his hand, Daddy spun the flogger, causing the air to swirl around her now sensitive chest, catching the ever-hardening nipples occasionally. Little girl whimpered, wanting to beg to be punished horribly now for Daddy's pleasure, to end her torment. Daddy shifted suddenly, and while still spinning the flogger, struck her innocent eight-year-old sex and inner thighs.

Little girl screamed and spread herself wider, trying to obscenely place her crotch where the soft suede would land. Daddy swung the flogger, causing it to strike her vulva, thighs and chest, making the soft material lap at her tiny child's body. He chuckled to himself, using the crop to awaken the area he was to strike next. Moaning through her gag, quaking with need, the pre-teen breath coming rapidly under the assault, throwing her head back thinking that now was the time, now she could be set free from his torment, only to feel Daddy's flogger and crop hit her again and again. Her big blue eyes wide, she looked at him, staring, pleading not to be tortured on her swollen pre-pubescent genitals so cruelly. He just grinned and stepped back, rolling the spanking bench next to the bed.

His hand slowly trailed over her skin, finding her attempt to push more into his grasp. Watching her eyes carefully, he cupped her head and lifted it. She rubbed her cheek in his palm, moaning through the gag, watching as Daddy slipped the blindfold over her eyes. Pulling it down little girl visibly shook, feeling his body, the heat from his body. Releasing her mouth, he kissed her lightly, finding her more than willing to receive.

He broke the kiss and stepped away as his tortured little daughter lay there, quivering on the satin sheets trying to listen for where and what he does. The shift of air played over her skin, the creak of a small door, and then a trailing of something over her whipped tummy. Slowly these things lowered to her vagina, her head turning side to side releasing her longing sighs. Another set of things circled around her chest, pressing harder and wrapped around it. Five of them closed in, connecting together for her to know it as his hand. Arching her slender back, the pre-teen tried to give more of herself to Daddy's touch, only to feel him pull back. Sighing, she lay back down and felt the fondling hands again, kneading and molesting her already painful little nipples.

She heard his voice, seemingly from a distance, say, "Keep still my pet, and this will be over soon."

Her lips tried to move, to bring voice that she would do as told, but it only came out as a grunt. Kissing her, crushing her tender child's lips under his, his hands raised to release her wrists, rubbing them softly. Little girl lay there, suckling his tongue, not wanting him to move away. Daddy knew she could feel his chest grinding against hers, teasing her eight-year-old nipples. She felt his body slide over hers, caressing her back and lifting her up to him.

Floating in air, she felt the cold leather she knew was on the spanking bench settle against her torso, chilling her heated chest. On her instincts, she hooked her arms under the bench and took hold of the handles, feeling swift and strong fingers wrap the cuffs on her bruised wrists. Her bottom obscenely lifted, as if to welcome what was to come, but she felt nothing come. Suddenly, cold drops fell on her ass, causing her to shiver. Squirming, she settled into the cold of the drops, wanting to feel the drops in one place but shocked as Daddy dripped it closer only to leave.

Humping her aroused pelvis against the bench, the child yelped as the drops came down again, this time hotly. Like molten rock, the drops came down and burnt into her sensitive cheeks. A hand came and slapped her bottom, shaking the cheeks, giving a slight respite from the dropping lava.

Another smack, but this was heavier. Many fingers landed across her ass. Little Jessi cringed, tensing for the next blow, only to feel it come lightly. Relaxing, she raised her pert bottom, hoping that whatever it was would catch her clit and relieve her finally.

"Relax my little pet," his voice echoed as another thudding and hard smack came to her. Fighting herself, she relaxed her behind and felt the blows through her, cascading up her tiny bound body and slamming down into her sex. Moaning wantonly in time with the spankings, the pre-teen widened her legs, hoping her Daddy would take pleasure in her exposed and open vulva and allow her forgiveness and end this punishment.

With a hand fanning over her bottom, she relaxed more, lying against the bench, feeling her body being kneaded, feeling this kneading course through her body, pulsating into her obscenely swollen labia. She felt lips brush against her ear, a soft voice she remembered come to her, "Very good my little pet, you have taken this well."

A light buzz came to her suddenly, hearing the familiar vibrator sing in the air; the child excitedly drank up his words, "Now your punishment is done. Your reward comes now."

Little eight-year-old squealed with delight, her body trembling awaiting his touch. The buzz follows the line of her back up to her ears. Growing louder, the sound encompassed her, blocking everything else. As it slowly died away, she began to notice that a hand no longer held her ass. A heated flush radiated there, a slow seeping of warmth came over her. A welcome fire spreading over her innocent tortured body. She melted, her little body slumping against the bench. On her upper arm, she felt the shakes of the vibrator through her, like electricity, going to the very center of her. Suddenly, she felt a wide smack on her ass, quaking within her as if to shake her very soul. Again it came, causing her to moan aloud, the hit echoing throughout her entire tortured body.

Her slender hips rocked up and down, moving involuntarily, rubbing her hairless mound against the padded leather of the bench. The pre-teen's legs were moved, folded up under her, sticking her bottom up higher, arching her back more. She could feel her labia spread on its own, puffed up noticeably, feeling as if it was her body. Gasping, her vulva opened to Daddy, the lips seeming to reach out for him as his finger trailed over them. Wanton with a burning need deep within, little girl hunched her body, bringing herself closer to her cruel Daddy. Sound was lost to her in this sea of sensation, feeling hands take hold on her tiny body, wanderers' exploring not so distant shores. Her wrists released and rubbed, lifted up and over causing her to fall, tumble down momentarily into a strong set of arms. The cool leather licked her back as she was set down, her legs spread even wider for his pleasure.

Gentle kisses from lips she treasured covered her tender neck, lightly showering her chest, teasing her child's nipples, moving ever downward. Her breath came quicker, anticipating what was to come next. Daddy mustache brushed against her mound as she felt his breath cool her painfully whipped genitals, stoking the fire. If she could see, her eyes would be closed, every inch of her body connected to her one tender and sweet spot. Her entire world revolved on this moment, the act of surviving the punishment she wanted and giving her small eight-year-old body for his cruel pleasure. Thinking on how happy he was to have his little child, his beautiful little princess, to be given such a precious thing as herself, only heightened her joy as a tongue began to touch her open vulva.

Moaning, more like screaming, little Jessi spoke her love for Daddy with each breath. Fighting her animal instincts, she kept her pelvis still, letting Daddy savor her hidden and most private self. Feeling his lips move from hers, she boldly spread her legs more and tilted herself upward. She expected to feel his special kiss, but got delightfully surprised.

With force the poor little girl has only known come from her Daddy, he entered her with the vibrator. She screamed, hoping that he would take her for himself, but realize something. As she clenched to the phallus within her, she realized that it was not the vibrator but something far wider. Crying, she let her arms fly upward and wrap around the huge body before her, bringing its painful force onto her. Feeling filled and emptied, she inhaled Daddy's scent and hers mixed on his lips. His beard scratched her cheeks and teeth closed in on her blindfold, pulling it off. Her blue eyes blinked quickly, adjusting to the dim light and Daddy came into focus.

Overwhelmed, the tortured child parted her lips, about to beg her Daddy to spare her small body any further punishments only to feel his finger on her lips and a light warm breath coming over her face.

"It won't take long, my little pet," he said, as his body began to force its way further into her very welcome depths. Daddy watched as her blond head tiled back and eyes close. He listened as her mouth parted and a brief song of pleasure. He held her, so small and tender, as she trembled, feeling his orgasm fill her tiny painful sex.

Little Jessi awoke as from a daze, cradled in Daddy's arms, close to his heart. Her blurry eyes alighted onto his smiling face. She reached up and tilted her head, kissing his neck lightly.

"Why do you enjoy this so?" he asked her, his eyes showing that he knew her answer.

"I love you more than words can say. I want to be yours in all ways and always. You are my Daddy, my lover, and my friend." Her voice came lightly, almost tender.

"I know, but why do you provoke me into punishing you?"

"Because... being good all the time is boring. And it's as much fun as the reward after."

Her little face brightened into a grin that could only make Daddy chuckle. Cupping her head in his hands, he kissed her tender eight-year-old lips deeply, his passion radiating into her. Returning his passion, little girl mumbled: "Will you punish me again?"