Domming Daughter Dani – Part 31 of 51 – GROOMING DANI PART THREE

By Dutchboy

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Story codes: mdom, male dominant, incest, inc, true, bdsm, some pedo, spanking, mmf and mff. 

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The Spankin’ Paddle and one half-hearted pedo nipple sucking and pussy licking was the big turn at age seven.

Sounds hot and heavy, but really it was kinda tame.

It took me two days to come to terms with the fact that I was wrong to have pushed Dani so fast. There’s a difference between a punishment Dom and a sex Dom, even as hard as I was trying to blur that line.

Humiliation is the bitter sister of Shame. Dani’s first blush of sexual awakening had awakened her deeper sense of shame.

I didn’t put my mouth back on Dani’s naughty parts for a long time.

I did paint her nips and pussy with the strawberry oil a couple times a week, as well as reaming her asshole with my finger. I have no idea where the asshole thing came from, or how it picked up steam over the years. I assfucked Caryn exactly four times during our eleven year marriage. That’s Dutch plus three. Sticking my finger in Dani’s ass was just supposed to be breaking down barriers to penetration. Classic grooming. Little did I expect Dani to grow to like it and get fixated on it.

Again, I’m getting ahead of myself.

Age Seven was the Spankin’ Paddle.

After my botched attempt to tie Caryn into Dutch’s signature stress position, I knew I needed to rethink my “Big Punishment” options. I needed something passive, something where the punishment went on even after I left the room. I needed something that made a psychological impact (i.e. More fear the second I threatened with it than the first time they actually experienced it). I needed something that created a lot of slow pain suffering without long term bruises and tissue damage.

That’s when I remembered reading a classic old alt.sex.stories mdom stepdad story about the guy who built a “doghouse.”  It was like the shingled, gabled, pointy roof of a “Snoopy” doghouse. The stepdad set his bitches straddling atop the point of the roof with nothing between their bare twat and the pointed top covered in asphalt shingles. The bitches’ own body weight pushed their pink parts down and rubbed their pussy and asshole raw against the rough point of the roof taking their weight. The bitches had to keep their weight off their pussies by riding the roof with the inside of their knees and thighs... until their thighs gave out and they had to take the pain right on their pinkems.

My first thought was, “That can’t possibly be a real BDSM punishment.” Google, google, google. Holy shit, it is! I found a Hogtied video with a couple of girls tied into a straddle atop a doghouse facing each other.

Looked painful. Looked like a slow, building pain. Looked hard to fuck up and free of any specialty knot-tying requirement. Perfect.

Not long after my first tongue-rape of my daughter’s pussy, things were going really well for me at work. We moved to a brand new house. It predated the word McMansion, but that’s pretty much exactly what it was. A new tract of upscale suburbia built on farmland, still within Dani’s school district boundaries. We had two extra rooms we didn’t know what to do with, even after I claimed the third floor loft as my office.

I paid a little extra for the full ten foot deep basement. Okay, a lot extra. A BDSM dungeon needs a high ceiling, even if your bitches are short.  I also had an extra little six foot by eleven foot room poured into the foundation, sticking out below the workshop area of the garage like a flag. I had a flange run for a toilet and a trap for a sink tied into the stack. From the blueprints it looked like a custom room added to the foundation for a bathroom. As I drywalled off the rest of the basement, I put the old rolling bookcase fake wall in front of this closet. 

I know that sounds far-fetched for a *cough*nottrue*cough* story.  I figured one day I would make it into a real bathroom, but for the short term, it made a cool little secret storage area that no one knew about. I didn’t even show it to Caryn, even though it was cool and I did a really good job on the fake wall. Bitches don’t spend any time below the waterline in an unfinished basement. The laundry room was off the ground floor kitchen. I doubt Caryn even knew the secret closet existed. She saw the space a couple of times, and then the drywall was up and she likely forgot it ever existed at all.

The point? The point is that I kept the spanking horses and the two-girl doghouse I built in that storage area. A couple chapters later, that fake bookcase wall and the hidden storage area keep me out of jail.

I tested the doghouse out, putting Caryn on it for a few hours with her hands tied behind her back. The roofing shingles made too round of a top on the point of the doghouse, so I replaced them with a big industrial sheet of sandpaper they use in lumber mills. That kept a nice sharp, rough poke into Caryn’s twat. She walked bow-legged for a day afterwards with a flaming red pussy and chaffed ass crack. She also really fucked up the insides of her knees trying to ride “up” off the point of the doghouse. It sanded away her inner thigh skin in the process. Her knees actually got bloody and the rash stayed weepy for days afterwards. It’s hard to bandage the insides of your knees. I worried about infection.

The incest index of our family stayed fixed in the same spot for a long time. A year and a half. A year and a half of spankings. A year and a half of strapping the girls over the spanking horses, tying their ankles and wrists, and letting the Spankin’ Paddle make its beautiful noise until the girls cried. A year and a half of Caryn slurping the hot sperm out of my Johnson while Dani knelt and fingertipped my balls.

Caryn’s pre-natal vitamin packs yeilded amazing results. Both she and Dani kept a full set of long, strong, fingernails like a French hooker. Both of them already had beautiful long hair, but their beautiful long hair got shiny like a shampoo commercial. Amazing. Definitely worth the expense. If my plan had been to get some extra spankings out of Dani having bad fingernails, Caryn outsmarted me.

I didn’t have to gin up a lot of fake reasons to get my bitches naked and over-my-knee. The only recipe you need for conflict in a household is to take one mother and add a pinch of one daughter. Bitches fight a lot amongst themselves. Dani tended to challenge Caryn a lot, probably because I was fomenting that kind of power tension between them. All I needed was for voices to be raised when my dick was twitchy. No problem there.

One place where Dani had no issues was school. Given the likelihood of a molested girl acting out, I kept close tabs on Dani’s academics. No problems there either. She was a 4.0 student. Her teachers loved her and said she was wildly popular with the other kids. A joy to have in class. A voracious reader, even if her choice of books was a little “adult” for her age.

Dani often spent her required 15 minutes per night of “Daddy Time” sitting on my lap reading. She asked me for recommendations. Much to my surprise, she liked Cheever short stories. I thought Hemingway would be an easy read for a precocious eight year old, but she despised Ernie.

This sounds a little odd, but when you have unlimited access to your daughter’s pussy, having it grind into your lap every night loses its magic.

Rubbing the strawberry oil on her nips and twat folds became less sexy over time too. Dani had a pretty pussy. It was neat to watch her little labia minor start to blossom outward, just as bright pink and the rest of her. Dani took the humiliation of having her daddy paint her privates and ream her ass ring with aplomb. I looked for signs that my thumb rolling over her clit was having an effect, but she was a poker face.

When Dani was eight I got the company tickets to the University football game box seats one Saturday when they were playing an out-of-conference game with a huge powerhouse National team. The three of us went with one of Dani’s dance class girlfriends. We were right at the fifty yard line rail. Those are actually shitty seats because it’s hard to see the field over three hundred pound giants sitting on the bench right in front of you. You could smell the stink off those guys.

Dani was fascinated with the cheerleaders. Her eyes were huge. She didn’t give a damn about the game, but she watched the cameramen dance around the cheerleaders in a near constant quest for the “Honey Shot.”

“Why are those guys always pointing their cameras at the cheerleaders?” Dani asked me. “Don’t they care about the game?”

“They are assigned to the cheerleaders,” I explained. “The guys in the TV booth never know when they are going to go to commercial, so they always have a cameraman ready to shoot the cheerleaders as they go in and out of breaks.”

“Oh,” Dani said. “You should get that job, Dad! Get paid for looking at pretty girls!”

I laughed. “Well, I’m spoiled. I’m lucky I get to look at the two prettiest girls in the city every day.”

Two weeks later as Dani was sitting on my lap:

“Daddy?”

“Yeah, Sweetie?”

“How do you get to be a cheerleader?”

“Like at the college?”

“Like the ones on TV.”

“Well you start out as a high school cheerleader, of course.”

“Duh! I know that much. How do you get to be a high school cheerleader? Do you take classes?”

“Er, uh, well, I’m sure you start out in Dance classes, just like you’re doing. Then, uh, I guess you need some tumbling classes. Maybe gymnastics. Yaknow, to do the flips and stuff.”

“Can I do that? Can I take gymnastics?”

I tried to picture my gorgeous daughter in a cheerleading outfit. My cock got thick at the very thought.

“Sure, Doll. You and your mom figure out what you need to do and I’ll support you. As long as you keep your grades up.”

My brilliant daughter. She already knew the answer before she asked me (she asked her dance teacher first). She’d already found a kids gymnastics program offered through the university. I had no idea there were cheerleader clinics and instructional classes for eight year old girls, but Dani already had the signup form in her room.

She had to cut back on her dance classes, ditching the ballet and keeping only the modern dance curriculum. But we made it work.

Eight and a half. That was my magic number. Caryn’s grooming put her “soft transition” at age ten. By that time, she knew she was being sexed by her dad. She sucked her first cock at eleven. She got her tits (late, she said) at thirteen. Her dad took her cherry just after her fourteenth birthday.

On my work calendar, I penned out a big exclamation point on my calendar at the day in March where Dani turned eight and a half. I wasn’t even sure what I was going to to do, but I was going to up-the-ante in my grooming. I’d always thought that would be Dani’s first cock sucking, but the reality dictated that she was still too young. Ten years old seemed like too far away. Eight and a half was too young.

But... Fortune found me scratching my head and made the decision for me.

The day after I “x”ed through Exclamation Point Day on my calendar, I arrived home from work. I leaned in to kiss Caryn with my briefcase still in my hand while she chopped some celery at the kitchen island. She was seething. Tears were all over her cheeks. She was pissed.

I’m a guy, so I was certain she had to be mad at me.

“What?” I asked. “What’s up?”

Caryn clenched her teeth and shook her head.

“No, seriously,” I insisted. “What’s up? Talk.”

Caryn said nothing and ratcheted the knife down over and over like she was trying to dice the chopping block underneath the celery.

NOW I knew it was really big. When Dom me told Caryn to talk, she fucking talked. She never refused me twice.

“Bitch,” I growled. “I’m not going to ask you again.”

Caryn put down the knife and turned to me with a furious look in her eye. “See for yourself,” she sobbed. “Go ahead.” Caryn motioned am angry palm toward the hallway and I intuited that something was up with Dani.

Dani still didn’t have a door back on her room, so I just walked in to find Dani sobbing like a baby on her knees on the floor.

“HOLY FUCK!” I shouted.

“Daddy!” Dani sobbed. “I’m so sorry!”

“HOLY FUCK!” I repeated.

“Daddy it’s not our fault! Mom kept telling the girl not to cut so much off! She kept telling the girl to stop, but she just kept snipping and snipping!”

Dani’s long, beautiful hair had been reduced down to barely shoulder length. Almost a bob.

“HOLY FUCK!”

“Daddy, I’m soh-soh-sor-reeeeee!”

“Girl, you know the rules. How long are you supposed to keep my hair in front?”

“So it’s past the nipples that belong to you,” Dani wailed.

“And how long are you supposed to keep my hair in back?”

“So it’s past my bra strap or where my bra strap would be when my hair is in a ponytail.”

“HOLY FUCK!”

Ehn, it actually looked pretty good for a shorter haircut. She looked like an eight year old girl instead of a flat-chested woman. Unfortunately, the coif was a flagrant violation of my Dom Daddy Rulebook. Mother and daughter both knew they were fucked. It was the day after Exclamation Point Day. What a gift!

I’ve taken you through the basement ritual, even if I never covered the parts where I started strapping my bitches into their custom-built spanking horses to take swats from The Spankin’ Paddle. No need to revisit that part. 

Damn, I laid into those asses that night. I put my arm into it. I was sadistic. I wasn’t actually as mad as I let on, but I didn’t want the girls to know that.

I had put Caryn in a dog collar before, a little hat tip callback to her real daddy. That was the first night that I did it in front of Dani. Surprise, surprise, I had a matching black leather dog collar ready for Dani too. It looked fantastic, nearly the same shade of black as her hair.

“You bitches seem to have some issues remembering whose bitches you are,” I said. “So maybe some bitch collars will help you remember.”

After the over-the-knee spankings. I strapped Caryn over her spanking horse first, then Dani. I left them both bent with their asses in the air while I went to get a drink. Then I picked up The Spankin’ Paddle and lit into Caryn’s ass with a swish and a crack. I didn’t hold back. She howled.

Then Dani. That was the hardest I’d ever hit her. Nearly as hard as I paddled Caryn. I remember how the first blow absolutely sizzled through Dani’s quivering trussed body. She didn’t even scream right away. It hurt her so bad that she couldn’t exhale to make a sound. Not for a while. Then oh boy! She screamed.

After I blistered them both, I pulled out the doghouse and dragged it into the middle of the floor. If either of them saw me move the bookcase fake wall, they would have had to be looking back between their legs. I didn’t care.

The top plank of the spanking horses were actually a dual pair of matching planks with the hands and neck “stock” holes cut out of them. I really had thought it through. I slid the stocks apart and put Caryn and Dani into a kneeling position with their neck in the big hole and their hands locked on either side of their heads. 

Perfect. I had some BDSM Master missteps along the way, but those spanking horse slash stocks were awesome!

The only hitch was that the dog collars were riding a little loose around their necks. The neck holes in the stocks were pre-measured TOO perfectly, which meant the collars had to either ride on top of the plank, which really put a choke on the girls’ chins, or it had to fall below the plank, which cut into my viewing enjoyment. It was the first night for this phase of new punishments. Collar below. Nice guy that I am.

With both of the girls locked into a kneeling position, I put The Spankin’ Paddle to Caryn’s tits for the first time. Wasn’t sure how that would go over. Apparently it hurt. Poor girl.

I turned to Dani. Up until that moment, I thought I was going to paddle her flat chest too, but I didn’t.  It was enough that she saw what her mother took and knew the same treatment was waiting for her somewhere in her future. Paddling a flat little girl’s chest seemed pointless.

I pulled the stock planks apart and let them both roll around on the carpet and cry and recover for a few minutes. 

I pointed to the bulge in my pants and asked which one of them was going to suck my cock. 

Caryn meekly pulled herself up on her hands and knees and crawled toward me. I shucked my jeans and sat back in my “king” chair as Caryn went to work with her mouth. Dani didn’t have to be told, but she took a little longer to get her fingernails into my nutsack and start them dancing around.

I didn’t want to come quickly, but the Dom excitement had the best of me. My skin began to wow and flutter and the upsurge in the back of my legs was strong.

“We’re going to do something a little different this time. Caryn-bitch, don’t swallow all my come. Keep a load in your mouth until I tell you.” I panted the words out, and I barely finished my sentence before my spine turned to electricity and my hips involuntarily jerked. The come pumped out of me and into Caryn’s mouth in several waves. I collapsed against the back of my chair.

“Good,” I said. “You have daddy’s come still in your mouth, Caryn-bitch?”

Caryn nodded, her lips pursed into a tight pucker.

“Kiss Dani-bitch and show her what her Daddy’s come tastes like,” I said.

Caryn looked at me blankly for a beat. Then she turned and she and Dani kissed. Caryn’s mouth opened and tried to pry Dani’s lips farther apart, but Dani didn’t seem to understand.  The kiss stopped and they both looked at me.

“Dani-bitch, did you taste my come?”

“Uh, y-yes, Daddy.” 

“Dani-bitch, what did my come taste like?”

“Uhm, Ice cream?”

Caryn’s expression deflated instantly. “Fffffff-f-f-f-fuck,” she spat. 

“Caryn?” I arched my eyebrow.

“My fault, Daddy. I didn’t keep enough in my mouth to share. I’m sorry. Fuck! I’m sorry.”

I was a bit stunned. Caryn hadn’t REALLY fucked up in a long time.

“You are shitting me,” I said in disbelief.

“What can I say, Daddy,” Caryn rolled her eyes. She looked whipped. “I screwed up.”

“That’s an understatement,” I said. “Well, we’ll have to escalate the punishment and try it again.”

I took some lengths of rope and tied Caryn’s wrists behind her back. Then Dani’s. It wasn’t a box-tie to the elbows. Just a reg’lar old binding of wrists behind their ass cracks.

I only had one ring gag. Caryn got it. I had a big and small bright red ball gag. I’d been saving the small one for Dani. Another first. Black dog collar. White skin. Dark hair. Green eyes. Red ball gag. Pink lips. Goddamn, that girl had never looked so beautiful, even with the shorter hair.

I dragged the doghouse out from under an old blanket that was hiding it.

Dani’s big green eyes were everywhere at once. She had no idea what was happening. She didn’t understand the ball gag. She didn’t understand the doghouse until I grabbed Caryn from beind under her armpits and lifted her up and onto straddling the point of the roof. Caryn immediately looked down in panic at each of her knees. 

I’d changed my design. 

Instead of sandpaper covering the entire gable of the doghouse roof, it only covered the top nine inches on each side of the point. Below that I’d inset a polished ceramic sheet on each side, leftover from an experiment at work that didn’t pan out. Instead of sanding away at the inside of her knees when she squeezed in to lift her pussy off the pointy grit of the roof, her knees struggled and slipped to find purchase on the ceramic sheet.
Caryn was taking every bit of that sandpaper point deep in the meat of her slit and on the kiss of her asshole.

I smiled.

Caryn looked more panicked that I had seen her since Dutch ripped out her asshole.

Caryn was already moaning and grunting in pain, trying to plead with me with her locked-open mouth before I even lifted Dani to face her on the opposite end of the doghouse. Dani yipped in pain. Her eyes were huge.

“Don’t be moving around too much,” I warned her. “You fall off with your hands behind your back and you’re going to crack your skull on the floor. Only a half inch of padding under that carpet until you hit concrete.

Caryn was still in great shape. We both used our gym memberships religiously. But Dani’s little dancer legs were much stronger than Caryn’s. Given that Dani weighed less than a spring chicken, she was going to have no trouble at all “riding” her split tail up off the doghouse roof for a long time, even with her knees pushing against the polished ceramic sheet.  Both the girls rocked backwards to get their bound palms pressed flat against the inches of the top of the roof behind them. This allowed them to lean back and take some of the weight and pressure off their sanded, split twats.

I anticipated this.

I clipped a single chain between the front of both their dog collars. A short chain. There would be no leaning backwards on their hands with that chain. The best they could do is either both balance slightly forward on their taints at the same time, or take turns cutting into their asshole for relief while pulling the other deeper onto the split of her cunt.

Sometimes I’m a fucking evil genius.

What good is the punishment without the humiliation? “So, you bitches are going to think long and hard about keeping the parts of you that belong to me -- and let’s face it, that’s every part of you -- in the manner in which I have prescribed. I say how long my bitches’ hair is. I say how long my bitches’ fingernails are kept. I say what color my bitches can and can’t paint the fingernails which belong to me.”

I took a drink of my Scotch and walked over to my workbench.

“I say which earrings my bitches can wear on the ears that belong to me,” I continued, popping the square lid off a jar of petroleum jelly and scooping out a large dollop on my index finger. “I say what kind of shoes you can and cannot wear on the feet that belong to me. The dresses you can wear. The nightshirts you can wear. The panties and bras you can and cannot wear. 

I wiped a huge deposit of petroleum jelly on the inside of Caryn’s right knee.

“I say when and where you can wear underwear at all.”

Another huge wad of jelly on the inside of Caryn’s left knee. Caryn let out a long siren wail as she lost any remaining friction advantage she had for “riding” the roof. Her thighs bicycled a little, but her entire weight stabbed her down into the point of the doghouse roof.

“I don’t want to hear any excuses about who ‘made you’ break my rules.” I began slathering petroleum jelly on the insides of Dani’s knees. Her knees made one last pressure squeak against the ceramic and she slid right down and started riding the roof hard for the first time.  Her moan jumped two octaves when her little pink pussy finally smacked against the sandy point.

It took less than thirty seconds for Dani to instinctively lean back for relief and sand her mother’s labia against the roof.  Caryn overcompensated and yanked Dani forward so hard that Dani actually travelled two inches forward across the point. Oh, the screams that made it around the edges of her little ball gag.

The plan was to check on them in an hour. I hadn’t even finished my fatuous lecture and those two bitches were already cooking one another’s twats. My modification plus the petroleum jelly turned out to be a cruel combination. Too cruel. 

“I’ll be back in a half hour,” I told them. “Behave. And think about who owns you both, bitches.”

I returned in twenty minutes. The screaming was so loud I couldn’t hear the television upstairs. 

I unclipped them and lifted them off the roof, Dani first. When their hands came untied they rolled in the floor and both girls stuffed the heels of their hands against their raw pussies, reminding me of how Maxy doubled over and grabbed her twat after I fucked the daylights out of her.

I’m really not a multiple comer. I can go a couple-three times in a row if the situation challenges me. The times I double-teamed Caryn with another guy, I always came at least twice in a session. Once I came four times when I was trying to match the efforts of the one threesome young guy Caryn really liked.

Mostly I’m a once-a-day EVERY day guy.

This sounds like a douche thing to say, but beating bitch ass and then making my sexy wife suck my cock while my pretty daughter played with my balls... Hey, it was old hat by that point. It wasn’t all that wild. Making my bitches “ride the roof” was new and fun. Paddling Caryn’s tits had been new and fun. Those dog collars were new and fun.

But dude. I had work the next day and I’d already busted a fine nut. I was ready to watch the first fifteen minutes of the evening news and hit the sack.  I was operating on Dom fumes.

I had to make my point though.

I put Caryn back to sucking my half-hard member. The doghouse had just wrecked both girls. They were exhausted from pain and stress and one previous turn at my cock. Caryn set about sucking as best she could, but she wasn’t radiating a sexy, slutty, submissive bitch. She was merely trying to keep my hand from cracking across her jaw. Her hand kept reaching back between her all-fours pose to rub her puffy red mons. Her pretty blonde hair had gone limp with all the stress sweat that poured off her while riding the roof of the doghouse, so she was self-consciously trying to keep pulling tufts of her own hair out of her mouth and away from the suck.

It may have been the worst blowjob she ever gave me. I needed a little more stimulation.

Being one day past Exclamation Point Day, I considered that this was an opportune time for Dani to suck Daddy’s cock for the first time. It would be a good lesson to Caryn about trying to circumvent my will. I envisioned both their expressions as I gave Dani her first command to suck my cock. I envisioned Dani’s pretty little mouth wrapped around my swollen prick. I imagined her big eyes trying to make sense of it all as her head pistoned back and forth on my thick sharft for the very first time.

THAT imagery got my blood flowing. But I had to live with both girls the following day. I thought about threatening Caryn with a time limit, the same way Caryn’s dad did to Caryn’s mom. There was no doubt that as soon as the words rolled out of my mouth, Dani’s fate was sealed. My cock was too numb and Caryn was too off-her-game.

I looked at how fucking sexy both my bitches were in their dog collars. Both their faces streaked with a mix of wet and dry tears. Caryn’s tits were still blotched with red marks from The Spankin’ Paddle. Her mascara streaks were faint, having been created by tears and then almost washed away by thousands more tears. Caryn looked used and exhausted, as broken as I’d seen her since Dutch fucked her up. She was beautiful.

While Caryn quietly slurped on my thickening cock and Dani kneeled and cried while she dutifully scratched at my balls with her fingernails, I leaned down and picked up the chain that had bound their collars together up off the carpet. I casually unfixed the anchor ring of one of the spring clips and moved it inward to shorten the function of the chain.

I stood. 

Caryn lifted from all-fours to just her knees without missing a single, rhythmic slurp. Dani went from sitting on her heels to a higher kneel.

I clipped both their collar rings back together. The chain was so short they were both a paper’s thickness from being cheek to cheek. Dani’s mouth was pulled mere centimeters from my swollen cock shaft. With Dani as an anchor, Caryn couldn’t even get full extension on her cock sucking bob. Dani felt the pressure of her mother’s collar tugging at her own and started bobbing in time so her mom could give me a proper cock sucking.

“Stick out your tongue, Dani-bitch,” I growled. “All the way out, make it long.”

Dani picked that moment to lock eye contact with me. I knew Dani had a long-ish tongue. I’d watched her tongue whip the fuck out of an ice cream cone on numerous occasions. But until that moment I didn’t know HOW long. Dani was a fucking aardvark. Her tongue was the same bright pink as mother and daughter pussies, but 50% longer than her mother’s tongue. 

Wow.

My beautiful eight (and a half) year old daughter had a porn tongue.

And the only thing stopping me from shifting my hips and pushing my dripping cockhead into her gorgeous little mouth was my own fucked up moral sense of propriety. Such as it wasn’t.

The optics of mother and daughter collared cheek-to-cheek, faces rocking in sync as my cock got a smoothie and my daughter’s pretty tongue pantomimed out a slutty, pink, come-hither wave to my sperm... her big green eyes drilling right into my Dom overwatch...

Boom. I shifted from trying to figure out how I was going to live with myself the next day having hard-raped my daughter’s mouth... into coming into Caryn’s suck so hard it felt like my own ass was getting popped with the Spankin’ Paddle.

“Hold my come! Hold my come!” I panted between orgasmic convulsions.

From the way Caryn slowed down instead of her usual overstimulating acceleration, I knew she was doing just that. She was holding jets of sperm in her mouth instead of gulping and sucking for more until I was dry and thrashing.

I stumbled backwards, my eyes crossed with ecstasy and my vision blurred with my spiked blood pressure.

“Show me,” I panted down at Caryn.

Caryn tilted her head backwards and dropped her jaw so I could see the dam of her teeth brimming with saliva bubbles and white swirls of my sperm.

“Dani-bitch, you better not fuck this up or you’re sucking the next load straight into your own bitch mouth. Now open up your mouth and teeth, kiss Caryn-bitch, and eat every bit of Daddy’s spunk that Caryn-bitch spits in your mouth.”

The girls turned to kiss each other, but the chain connecting their collars was almost too short for them to go lip-to-lip. Both sides of their mouths pressed together. They couldn’t quite close the kiss. 

“Stick your tongue out, Dani-bitch,” I said. “No, flatter. Take what Caryn-bitch gives you and be grateful for it.”

With the unsealed gap between my bitches’ mouths, I got a good look at Caryn’s tongue probing out the advanced work of finding Dani’s extended tongue. Caryn didn’t hold back. The entire load of spit and sperm flooded between Dani’s parted teeth. Caryn was taking no chances this time.

Half the sticky mess poured over Dani’s top lip and washed down her chin. The other half washed back on her tongue and went down her gullet in a hard, grimacing swallow.

Dani’s big eyes went thin and her mouth made the shape of pure revulsion. I was going to bust on her about the spillage, but she was so obviously locked in a cringe at the taste of my load, I let it go.

“You taste your Daddy’s come that time, bitch?”

“Yeth Daddy.” For a moment I thought Dani was going to hurl it all back out on the carpet.

“What did Daddy’s come taste like, bitch?”

“Uhg, Flintstone chewables and salt water.”

I nodded. 

“And it was fucking delicious, wasn’t it?” I asked.

“Yes, Daddy.” Dani’s expression said just the opposite. 

“So you want some more then?”

She did not. “Uh, yes Daddy?”

I reached down and unclipped Dani’s collar from Caryn’s.

“You heard her, Caryn-bitch,” I said. “She wants more. Don’t waste all that beautiful sperm on her chin and chest. Giver her some more and share some yourself.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Caryn was a robot. Dead in the eyes. Caryn blankly licked the come and spittle wash off Dani’s chin and then licked tongues with her daughter to transfer some and swallow some herself. Caryn licked the front of Dani’s neck and did it again. Caryn bent down to lick the front of Dani’s chest, but I’d had enough. My Dom was fading and I started to feel some empathy for the girls. 

“That’s it. Stop,” I said. “We’re going to forego the reconciliation part tonight. There’s no doubt you two bitches both know who owns you tonight, is there?”

In unison: “No Daddy.”

“Are my pussies nice and sore?”

In unison: “Yes Daddy.”

“You both know that you two are on my shitlist until Dani-bitch’s hair is back at regulation length, right?”

“Yes Daddy.”

“Dani-bitch, I don’t want to hear water running. You don’t drink anything. I want to taste salty vitamins when I kiss you good morning tomorrow. Leave Daddy’s taste in your mouth until I say otherwise.”

Dani looked horrified. “Y-yeth Daddy.”

“Get upstairs and get some A&D Ointment on my pussies, bitches. Doctor ‘em up good. You both may very well be back on that doghouse tomorrow night. Get. Get out of my sight.”

They were two Road Runner clouds up the stairs.

I packed away my bondage equipment, humming to myself. It wasn’t the Exclamation Point Day that I had planned, but it was still pretty great. At the same time I was glad that I hadn’t made Dani suck my cock and yet I knew I was going to make it happen sooner-rather-than-later.

I was wrong.

The next day while at work the phone rang and everything changed again.