Daddy Rules, Daddy’s Consequences Part II

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It had been three weeks since I had seen Daddy and with every mile I traveled, I felt my pussy water more and more. At the halfway marker, I texted Daddy to ask if I could take off my panties because they had become so wet it felt uncomfortable to sit in them. “No, Slut,” was all the text read. I smiled, sure before I had asked that that was what his answer would be, and drove on. When I got within 10 miles, my pussy began to pulse and as I turned down his street, she tingled almost painfully. I grabbed my bags from the backseat and walked up to the door with a balloon of giddiness blooming in my chest. I could feel the heat inside the gusset of the panties and wasn’t sure if I was imagining her scent. I rang the bell and greeted Daddy with a goofy smile. He cleared the door and I walked in and set my bags in the hall. I turned to him and threw my arms around his neck. I drank in his scent and sighed contentedly. Visiting Daddy meant coming come to the place where I was truly known, where I could relax and be the self only he could see. Daddy stiffened and whispered in my ear. “Have you forgotten your new rule, Bitch?” he growled. I backed up and looked at him, my mind blank. “Wasn’t he happy to see me?” I wondered. Daddy’s handsome face relaxed and he told me to lift my skirt. He cupped the seething pussy in his hand and squeezed. “My new rule, my new Escort Küçükköy rule,…” my memory raced through all the sessions we had had on the phone.  “Oh!” I said and began to remove my blouse. “No,” Daddy simply said. “The rule says immediately disrobe. Bend over the table.” I turned away from Daddy, hungry from the comfort of his arms and disappointed at my memory for making me disobey Daddy. I bent over the table and grasped my hands. “I had hoped I wouldn’t have to waste time on training you, on such a simple thing, but I was prepared for this anyway,” he said. “I’m sorr-“ “Save it,” he said, and lifted my skirt over my back. He laid the cane against my cheeks. Without preamble or lecture, he sung the cane and it landed with a muted snap on my panties. The glow was delayed and softened by the panties, but I didn’t have time to react before the next blow came. This one stung worse as the stripe hit in the same spot. The blows came slow and forceful. I began to moan, but I knew better than to protest. “How could I have forgotten?” I regretfully asked myself as he caned his slut’s ass. He tugged down my panties to my knees and I felt the wetness on my skin. He swung again and I resisted the urge to twist away as he striped my ass over and over. I grunted and squeezed my hands tighter. Daddy landed the last few on my thighs and I cried out at the Mecidiyeköy escort sting. He ran his hand over the marks, admiring the texture he had created. He pulled me up and into his arms and whispered into my ear, “Would you like to try again, my little girl?” “Yes, Daddy,” I sighed, delightedly in his ear. My panties were still at my knees, but he pulled the skirt down. As the fabric ran over the stripes, I moaned and smiled. I followed Daddy back to the door and stepped outside onto the welcome mat. I knew that anyone passing by would be able to see the strange, comical sight of me standing there with my panties lowered, but I knew I deserved the humiliation. Daddy had formulated the rule, I had had only to remember it and I had failed. As he closed the door, I saw the trace of a smile on his lips. I waited a moment and rang the bell again. Daddy didn’t immediately answer the door. As the seconds tripped by, I felt the sting on my ass and shuffled to remove it. I waited, as patiently as I could, for Daddy to open the door. When he did, I felt the same rush of excitement that I had moments ago, after the long drive and the longer separation. “Hi Daddy,” I said, cheerfully. He opened the door and let me cross the threshold. As quickly as I could, I removed my blouse, bra, shoes, skirt and panties. Daddy had left the door open and I stood before Merter escort bayan him, anxiously awaiting his reaction. He raised an eyebrow. “You seriously forgot your other new rule, Babygirl?” he said. I fell to my knees, remembering, but it was too late. Daddy was already tugging me up the elbow and leading me straight through the house to the back door. On the table in the dining room, he handed me a knife. “Cut a switch,” he said resignedly, and opened the back door for me. The air hit my bare skin, but I didn’t waste time covering up. I walked as if I were in a dream to the first branch I saw and sawed away at it, forgetting about my nudity in Daddy’s backyard. Daddy had never had me cut my own switch before and the anticipation of the stings made me choke up a little. I kept sawing, grasping the branch in my hand until it gave from the tree. I swung it through the air as I marched back the house, the cold ground kissing my feet. I knocked at the back door and again Daddy made me wait. I breathed slowly, trying to calm myself down. The switching would hurt, but I cursed myself for getting myself in this situation. I had looked forward to seeing Daddy for so long. I hadn’t wanted the visit to start this way. He opened the door and let me in. He took the branch and inspected it, cutting away some knots and swinging it at his side. I shivered, my eyes locked on him. He pointed with the branch to my corner in the front room. I sneaked a glance at his shorts and saw that his erection was tenting them. I bit my lip and sucked back the water, wishing I could hold and squeeze his cock in my mouth.

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