Domming Daughter Dani – Part 40 of 51 – PAYBACK 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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Monday morning I slept late. Caryn pulled a pillow off my face to kiss me goodbye before she left for work.

I heard the girls moving through the house, pouring breakfast out of a box and watching television. I kept falling back asleep as many times as I could. 

I finally rolled out of bed around ten. I booted my work laptop and checked my email for any hot missives. Nothing impressive required my attention. 

I stumbled down past Dani and Ally on opposite ends of the couch watching Oprah. Or maybe it was Sally or Ricki. Can’t remember. I poured a cup of coffee and walked it back upstairs. I sipped coffee and pissed an eternally long morning piss at the same time. 

I strapped on my running shorts and shoes and headed out the door. I broke a good sweat on my surface. I was used to running early as the sun came up. It was kinda weird to see the weekday late-morning street world of moms and strollers and old people walking dogs.

I arrived back at the house, showered, dressed without underwear and walked back toward the basement. Without a word of warning, I walked by the couch for the fifth time that morning, and that time my hand shot out and grabbed Ally by the hair. It scared the shit out of her. I pulled her up and over the back of the couch and into the floor, nearly face first.

Ally began screaming and flailing. Dani’s eyes were big and followed us as I dragged Allison by the hair toward the basement steps. I obviously scared her as well. Ally’s feet scrambled underneath the dragging before I could clunk her against every riser of the staircase on the way down.

I locked her on her knees into the stocks part of the spanking horse. That allowed me to rip her clothes off her. She was still wearing pajamas, so those came apart like cotton candy. Great effect. 

I managed to put a cut on Ally’s hip when I ripped off her panties. The back elastic didn’t want to break right away. Poor kid. As if it wasn’t bad enough what I was already going to do to that ass without me blistering an open cut in the process.

I picked up my brand new leather horse crop and whipped it back and forth through the air, delighting in the slicing fwipt! sound.

I momentarily considered muffling Dani’s high-pitched screams with a ball gag. 

Nah. This was going to be music to my ears. So I thought.

I started with switching blister stripes across Ally’s little chest. I aimed for the pale flat nipples, trying to bullseye on that little freckle dot that pulled my focus. The results were hit and miss. (Ha!) Oh, she screamed bloody murder. She had a really high pitched, teeth tingling scream that made my eyes hurt after a few minutes.

After her tits, I whipped the fuck out of her trussed hands sticking up through the stocks. She tried to jerk them away, but she ended up rotating them around so I could whip every bit of them blister-raw.

My cock was not steel, but it was pretty thick by that point. I dropped the front of my sweats and let my prick flop out and bob in Ally’s crying face. I looked over to see Dani sitting on the basement stairs and watching.

“You sure you want to see this, Sugar?” I asked Dani.

Dani nodded.

I grabbed my cock at the base and cockwhipped right across Ally’s jaw. Then back. My cock grew and thickend and I just rocked Ally’s terrified face that much harder over and over.  Cockswats are great. They sound great. They don’t bruise. They humiliate. The trouble is getting a bitch to hold still while you get good contact on their face.

Ally had no choice, locked into her stocks. She’d turn her face one way and I’d cockwhip her open cheek. She’d instinctively turn the other and I’d put it hot and hard on the opposite cheek meat.

I skipped The Spankin’ Paddle and rolled out the doghouse. Ally had never seen the doghouse. I unlocked her from the stocks and pushed her face down in the carpet and kneeled on her neck while I bound her hands behind her back with a leather strap. I slipped Dani’s dog collar on Ally.

“Hey,” Dani said from her gallery seat on the stairs. “That’s mine!”

“Not any more, Honey,” I said. “You look good in a black collar, but with that dark hair of yours and your skin, I think you’d look better in a red collar.”

“Have you got it? Can I see it?”

“Daddy’s a little busy right now punishing a treacherous little Ally-bitch, Honey.”  I lifted Ally and plopped Ally’s bare twat onto the sandpaper point of the doghouse. I made sure that her mons was pushed open by her weight and that her pink was rubbing down into the gritty point.

I never worried about Caryn or Dani trying to climb off the doghouse. They feared me too much to try. I wasn’t so sure about Ally. I’d attached some tethers on each side of the bottom of the doghouse. I wrapped them around each of Ally’s ankles. There was plenty of slack for Ally to wiggle around and burn her twat but not enough slack that she could dismount the roof if she wanted to. 

Wow, the screaming was too much. I didn’t even grease Ally’s knees. I wanted the slow burn. Though she was short, the little bitch had enough hips and body mass that she wasn’t going to ride the roof nearly as well as Dani could. Ally couldn’t stay up on her knees for more than a few seconds. Her knees kept sliding back down the sides of the roof. There was too much weight with too low a center of gravity, but she kept climbing her knees back up and sliding right back down on the sandy point. 

I stuffed Dani’s smaller ball gag into Ally’s mouth and cinched the buckle behind her head. Ally was a little older than Dani, but her mouth was teeny like Maxi’s. Even the smaller ball gag stretched out Ally’s jaw. I had to stuff it hard to get it past her teeth. My cock was going to get scraped up a lot when it went in that bitch’s mouth. For sure.

I stepped back to watch her moan and writhe in pain. Her little tan face swiveled around her neck. Her butt pistoned up and down as her knees pushed into the ceramic surface. The tiny nostrils on her little upturned button nose flared and collapsed over and over. Ally’s eyes were big white saucers with a marbled brown olive in the middle. Panic. 

“Whatdya think?” I asked Dani.

“Wow,” Dani said. She walked off the stairs and circled around the doghouse watching her coven sister thrash and squeak her knees up and down the ceramic slate. “Is that what mom and I look like when we ride the roof?”

“More or less.” I picked up my coffee cup and slurped it. Tepid. Damn.

“You didn’t put the slippery stuff on her knees,” Dani said.

“Think I should?”

Dani shrugged. 

“You wanna grease her knees? You can,” I said. “That bitch tried to take your dad away from you. She tried to leave this coven bankrupt and without a breadwinner. If Ally-bitch had her way, you’d all be moving into a one-room apartment that Caryn-bitch could afford on her little salary. No more nice clothes. No more nice furniture. No more gymnastic lessons or dance lessons or cheerleading. No more computers or nice toys. All because that little cunt there, riding the roof, she couldn’t keep coven business to herself.”

Dani tilted her head and looked blankly into Ally’s pleading eyes. “Can’t you just send her back?”

“No,” I sighed. “I really can’t. Her mom doesn’t want her. The coven wanted her, but she thought she was too good for Daddy’s coven or Daddy’s rules. But what I can do is send her mouthy ass to a military school for girls. Send her out of state to some place where some big niggers can beat the holy fuck out of her every morning and stick their dicks in her every night.”

Of course I was really talking to Ally at that point. 

I continued, “Ally-bitch will get her ass beaten just as much and will take men’s cocks just as much, but she won’t have to live in this awful big house with all those awful new clothes and awful cable TV and an awful new car when she turns sixteen.”

“Can I see my new collar now?”

Dani didn’t give a shit about my mind games. She wanted to see a collar I didn’t have.

“I don’t have it yet,” I sighed impatiently. “I’ve got to order it through a web site. You can’t find collars in a little girl’s size at a sex shop.”

“Can I pick it out?” Dani said excitedly as we walked up the stairs.

“Of course not,” I said. “But you can sit on my lap while I look through the catalog.”

Ally was screaming so loud through her gag that I had to close the door to the basement so we could hear the television.

I had a BDSM catalog I’d received along with my mail order for the crop, even though I bought the crop through the web site. Somebody was still printing catalogs in 1998. Dani sat on the bulge in my cargo shorts while I paged through it, looking at fancy submissive collars.

“What’s that?” Dani pointed to a page.

“Uhm. That’s a tit press.”

“Wow! Mom would look great in that with her big boobs.”

Being an engineer, my eyes went to the dimensions. “Er. That unit is damn near bigger than your mom. It would be more of a ‘bitch press’ than a ‘tit press’.”

“You could build one of those,” Dani said matter-of-factly. 

“I’m sure I could,” I said.

“But it’s more fun to wait for stuff to arrive in the mail,” Dani said.

“I agree. Anticipation.”

“I could help you build it. The boob press.”

“Tit press,” I corrected. “Don’t use euphemisms. Say what you mean and mean what you say.”

Dani nodded. “Tit press. Mom would love it.”

I laughed. “You think? You’re kinda free with your mom’s pain threshold, aren’t you, Doll? Especially when it’s a torture device that I couldn’t use on you.”

“Well pick something out for me too,” Dani said. “OH! Look at that!”

Dani eagerly pointed at a plain, four legged stool that had a removable dildo mounted in the middle of the seat.

“For you?” I asked.

“Yeah!”

“Honey, if somebody in this house is going to claim the cherry on my pussy, it isn’t going to be a rubber weiner.”

Dani blinked blankly. “Oh.”

“What?” I asked. “You want a me to buy you a dildo to rub on my pussy?”

Dani shook her head. “No. I didn’t... I wanted... I thought the thing on the stool would go into my butt.”

“Oh,” I nodded. “Well, I guess maybe it does that too. I wasn’t thinking like that. I guess maybe it would work for both pussy and ass.” I examined the picture. “Oh I could make one of those, easy,” I muttered.

“Daddy,” Dani smirked. “If you made it, it’d have spikes on the weiner and it would spin and make electric shocks.”

“You calling me a sadist?”

“I don’t know what that means.” Dani turned the page on the bondage catalog impatiently.

“You kind of do, kid,” I said. “You kind of do.”

I thought about that catalog conversation many times afterwards. It was my first real hint that Dani was an ass-fixated girl. I should have put two and two together sooner, but I wasn’t much of a butt fucker at the time. I missed the clue.