I slid on my pretty sundress, all lacy and white and, turning to the mirror I admired how it clung to my body. The material was thin and soft against my skin, picking up the color of my eyes, making them flash almost amber in the light. My hair was freshly washed, long down my back and drying into soft ringlets, the smell of strawberries lingering. I tied the green satin ribbon slowly, letting my mind wander over its significance. Daddy had given it to me, the day we met. He said it was to show His interest in me, I loved it like nothing I had ever owned before, and it was the last thing I ever truly owned, because now He owned my heart, soul, mind, and body, completely. I did not need anything but my submission to Him; I lived to please Him. I hurried my fingers, knowing He would be home soon, and it was a very special day: today was the anniversary of the day I signed myself over to Him and took an Oath to serve Him forever, in all ways.
I had packed a picnic and I hurried now, hearing the car in the driveway, not wanting to keep Him waiting for even one second. It was my duty to always be ready for him in all ways, so I snatched up the picnic basket and flew out the door. As I ran down the driveway, the pretty white dress bounced to my thighs. I could see immediately that He was pleased I had worn it, His smile of pleasure made me ache with love for Him. I slid into the car and before I could even greet him, he leaned over, grabbed me by my hair and pulled my face into His for a hard kiss, biting at my lips. I groaned and squirmed in my seat, panty-less, I was afraid I would dampen my dress. He pushed my head back suddenly; hand still tight in my hair,
His voice husky with pleasure, he said "Mmmmm my sweet baby girl, looking so beautiful for her Daddy, pull you dress up baby doll, show me My cunt"
I moaned softly, sliding the dress up over my knees, higher across my thighs and tugging it from under my bum, I pulled it up around my hips, baring my body to Him; His body. He tapped my knees, reminding me to slide my legs apart for him, I moved quickly, spreading so wide, leaning back on the seat so I might rock my hips out, my cunt lifted. He grabbed my leg, tugging it over his, and then slowly backed from the driveway. I whimpered as he drove one handed, the shifter between my legs. The gearshift pressed into my thigh and His hand stroked my body slowly, absently, fingernails digging in as He drove.
"I hope my little girl remembered to plug her ass like her Daddy told her to. You did remember melissa, didn't you?" He asked suddenly.
He had only to look at the color leaving my face to know that, in my haste I had forgotten! I dropped my jaw, lips parting with a whimper, as a tear traced down my cheek in shame. I did not even bother to ask forgiveness, I could not forgive myself for my neglect of His instructions. I knew He would not forgive me, either. He left me to sit in silence for the rest of the drive, and I could tell by the way His jaw muscled tensed now and again, that my failure had upset Him. I felt like crying.
He drove to the park. I was really a secluded area - a former schoolyard - and now grown over with weeds, the fence high and covered with thick ivy. It was beautiful in its wildness. The old playground equipment still sat, unused for so long. I loved it here, because here I could be His pretty baby girl in the park. He would push me on the swings, and let me go down the slide. Here was where we played and I loved it when Daddy brought me here.
He said nothing about the plug and for a minute it worried more than if He had yelled at me or lectured me. I knew that it would not be excused, but I soon forgot about it as we walked into the park, my eyes bright to see it once again. There was the old merry-go-round with the high wooden rails, slightly wobbly as it spins, but so much fun when Daddy pushes me. The slides, and the swings! I loved them all. I loved any place Daddy took me, but especially here because when I had become Daddy's baby girl three years ago, this was the first place that He brought me for our games. It was semi-public and I remember being so scared that first time! But he had held my hand the whole time, and kissed me and told me how much he loved taking his baby out. His strength and loving words had soothed and healed me inside and I knew I was safe and loved.
I carried the basket I had worked all day on. It contained all of Daddy's favorite things to eat; His fancy cheeses, and fruit all cut into perfect sizes, and even a bottle of His favorite wine. The basket swung easily in my hand and I carried a blanket over my other arm. I went to spread the blanket under his favorite tree; an old apple tree with new blossoms that gave off the most amazing smell.
Laying the blanket out, I looked up, my eyes flying wide to see Him taking something from the truck. I knew what it was, and that knowledge put a fear in me I cannot describe, the urge to cry swelled my throat and made my eyes water. My hands started to shake, and for a minute I forgot what I was doing. The knowledge of what was coming at Daddy's drew me to a place I was not sure I wished to go and I only snapped back to reality when his boots crushed the weeds, stopping beside me. The amusement faded from His eyes when he saw the mess I was making with my attempts to fold out the blanket. He shook his head and whispered, "Ohhh baby, look at you, you're a messy girl...so sloppy! First the plug, now the blanket, what ever will I do with my naughty girl?" I hated when he whispered, it never meant anything good, and I looked down to see that the blanket was getting badly creased as my mind wandered. Something he hates! He carried the bag over - he called it his emergency good-girl first aid kit - and now he chuckled darkly at the look on my face.
His eyes scanned around and I knew he found his answer as his eyes fell on that old merry-go-round. I followed his gaze further to the building where the caretaker had neglected to wrap up the sprinkler; my brow furrowed trying to puzzle out what he was going to do, as he walked over dragging it closer to that old wooden playground equipment. This was one of the things I loved and, at the same time feared, most about My daddy; He could improvise a punishment, or pleasure, from just about anything at hand.
"Come, melissa." He said, as He patted his thigh lightly, the bag in His other hand.
Quickly I rose from the grass, my hazel eyes full of fear and anticipation, part of me wanting to get it over with, part of me so scared. I could tell he was mad in that calm Daddy way that shows his disappointment in my behavior, which is far worse then just screaming at me.
"Up you go, onto the merry go round, 'atta girl! Now, face the middle and slide your feet to the sides, against the railings. That's right"
I did as I was told, ending up with my hands stretched across the center, to the opposite rails. My legs spread to the sides, against the old wood at the edges, leaning in a half bent over position with my bum towards him. He stepped onto the platform behind me and took out 4 lengths of rope. He always used a nice soft rope on my hands and ankles, and, with it he secured me to the merry-go-round. I tried to look back, and it was hard to turn my head all the way, but I followed as He moved around to the front side of the merry-go-round to turn on the sprinkler. The spray hissed like a stream of diamonds in the sunlight and it just barely reached the half of the merry-go-round in front of me. I was still dry, but felt the cold mist on my hands and face. It actually felt pretty good in the hot spring sun. He stood for a moment admiring me as I stood for him. I was still unsure what he had planned, and I was nervous, hoping that it would be over soon.
"Now then, I think I want to see that pretty bum, so soft and white - but not for long.", he said. And He walked around and slid my dress up, rolling it and tucking the skirt into the collar so I was bare from the shoulder blades down; my legs and panty-less butt bared, my little shaved and soft pussy visible from the lewd position of my stretched legs. Running his hot, calloused hands over my skin, beginning at my shoulders and trailing ever so slowly down my spine, His hands left trails of molten love down my back. He cupped my tender sex and gently parted the lips and electric jolts of pleasure made my whole body shudder and prickle with goose bumps.
"I was only going to whip your back and ass, but now I think I will whip your pretty pussy too baby girl, since you are so messy. Little girls should always do everything neatly for their Daddies. "
I whimpered at his words, my eyes widening. The sound of the sprinkler hitting
the wood drew my attention, and my mind only now started to form some idea of
what he had planned. But before I could brace myself for it, or make myself
ready, He confirmed my new fear as he reached out and gave the merry-go-round
a push. The first hit of icy water to my exposed skin made me gasp, the contrast
to my sun heated flesh was tormenting! It was so cold that it made my entire
body contract in a shudder, feeling it hit my bum and back, soaking my dress
and holding the cold against me where it was. The gush of cold water plastered
my hair to my scalp, and trailed down my face. He let me make five slow circles,
just idly pushing to keep it going. Then He gave it one more powerful push and
stepped back.
As I passed the spray, the first crack of the whip rang out, hitting me on the
back of right thigh. I screamed in shock and pain, but my screams were choked
off as I hit the water and had to gasp and splutter for air. I felt the drops
hit the mark where the whip had struck seconds ago, and again I passed through
and yet another loud SNAP rang out. This time it landed on my left thigh. Daddy
had good aim. I howled in pain, my mind getting dizzy from the agony of the
leather connecting with wet flesh, the feeling of the cold water, my balance
thrown off by my awkward position and starting to get dizzy from the spinning
of the merry-go-round.
"mmmm so pretty, you look. Amazing, baby girl." He commented, as I circled in front of him. SNAP! SNAP!, every round taking me past for another hit of the whip. My screams grew louder as the sprinkler soaked my agonized and tortured flesh with ice, and now I was sobbing deep, gut wrenching cries that caused my whole body to shake. He would pause to push the merry-go-round every few moments, and this added to my torture since I never new exactly when the next whip-crack would fall - could not anticipate them - each strike hitting with complete surprise. My head spun as I circled, but closing my eyes only made it worse. It made me nauseous to close them, but the searing fire of the whip forced them closed, and the pain grew until I could barely stand it. I also knew that it was nowhere near being finished, and the dread only magnified the pain. I wept and screamed loud and long as he covered my little thighs in marks, ten on each side
He moved to my back next, the long whip biting ruthlessly, my breath rasping
and choking, coarse from screaming. Water running off of me as it soaked my
dress, my skin, and my hair. My face was shining with a mingling of my tears,
water, saliva and mucous, rinsed clean every pass, but quickly renewed. I screamed
and writhed, pulling with unthinking animal need to get away from the agony,
the drenched ropes chafing my wrists and ankles. Ten more strikes across my
back and my stomach started to turn with a combination of nausea...and now,
a newly waking sexual hunger as well. Whimpering, I tried to scream, gagging
and sputtering as I shook. Almost in shock, knowing it would soon end, but knowing
that the last few would be the worst.
I was only glad that He could not tell my own natural girl-wetness, between my legs, from that of the sprinkler. The heat in my body made me so aroused, I couldn't help it...it flowed like molten butter from each of the lash marks and pooled deep in my lower belly. My mind tormenting me as it reasoned out the fact that my cunt ached from this beating Daddy was giving me. I was now almost craving to feel the whip on my tender little pussy. I panted as he stopped, letting it slow to one last circle, then stepped up behind me, his fingers reaching between my wet and shaking legs, I moaned with lust as a finger slid deep into my willing cunt.
"tsk tsk baby girl, you are all excited. You know this is supposed to be a punishment. Such a dirty little girl you are" He rumbled deep in His throat as His finger twisted inside of me. I groaned to hear the disapproval in his voice, and a soft whimper escaped me. I did not bother to beg or explain, as he would not like me to talk. I was never allowed to talk during punishment, or He gagged me. He stepped back, this time reaching for a long thin rod. It was from an old fishing rod, and perfectly suited for striking small areas, although it cut more. He slid the three lengths together, letting me watch and agonize over it as my breathing slowed a bit, my body aching from my bent forward position. I shivered uncontrollably as the day grew suddenly cloudy...I was soaked, and now the only part of my body that had any warmth, was my beaten ass, thighs and back.
Once more the merry go round started to spin, turning slowly, through the path of the sprinkler, another soaking of freezing water, a split second as my pretty pussy was in just the right place for it and SHHWACK! I screamed with more force than any of the whip hits, the pain was indescribable, bruising my little cunt so badly! I could feel my cunny lips puffing from the blow, the burning jolt moving through my spine, and twisting my tummy. Again the cold water and I gasped and tried to breath through it, closing my eyes for another wave of spinning nausea before SHHWACK, another tormenting hit to my now dripping cunt. I yanked on the bonds, driven to wild shudders as I tried to keep control of my body. Failing miserably, knowing if he kept it up I would soon be wild to cum. Eight more times I circled, each time another blow rang through me, my little cunt soon burned and bled with the force of His displeasure. Daddy did not often beat me so badly, but I did not often forget two things in such a short span, and so he did what He had to, He tortured me.
My Daddy tied His little daughter to the merry-go-round, with her pretty bum all marked up, to show her the error of her ways. And now my cunt was soaked, and I could feel the heat running down my thighs, an equal mixture of my lubricant and my blood. I screamed and howled until my throat burned. The last few fell without me feeling, as I slumped forward on my arms, my cheek rested to one outstretched limb, unable to take anymore. The overdose of pain endorphins in my brain, mingling with the hormones of my lust, put me into that dreamy place where I floated easily above the angry, pain-filled thundercloud of my own body.
He knew I had reached my limit and that He had pushed me far enough beyond it. I was only vaguely aware of the merry go round slowing, my little body unbound, lifted, and cradled in those strong arms that I loved. He carried me to the wrinkled blanket, peeled off my drenched dress, and wrapped my soaking wet body in it. Coddled onto his lap, his whispering voice now tender and gentle, telling me he loved me and I was his good girl, and that I did very well. He told me to rest now, so we could finish our picnic together.
To be continued 3;.
April 18, 2005
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Written by doll[DM]
Thanks to SgtSnow for the edit