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We
took a long nap into the late afternoon. I got us up around four so we would
have some sunlight for the last scene. You would think I’d be done, at least
physically, by this time. But when I thought that I would look at Misty and my
blood would flow that much faster. My heart would catch. My nerves would sing.
And my Boy would suddenly thicken and become heavy and I could feel the need
start up in me.
She
was like a cat, lying in the bed, and stretching as she awakened. Gorgeous. I
could not stop looking at her pussy, her belly, her hard pink nipples. “Time to
get up, sleepyhead. Daddy needs Misty’s tears now.”
She
smiled at me and rolled over on her back and spread herself wide open. “Hmmm.
Daddy gonna give his little girl her special spanking?” She put her hand on her
kitty, and pulled herself open a little. “No baby. This is gonna be an all over
Misty whipping. No belt this time. I have some willow switches I want to mark
you with.” She snuggled back into the
bed, “Oh Daddy, do I have to?”
I
put my hand on her head, in her golden locks, and pulled her up to me, kissing
her lips, biting them, “Yes.” And she raised herself up into my arms, so
finally I was holding her skinny, tiny body, with one arm behind her, and
biting her lips, and her tongue and her neck.
I
took her into the living room. I opened the blinds so there was plenty of
sunlight flooding in from the west. There was a hook set into a beam in the
ceiling. I had put it there several days ago, preparing for this weekend. I
knew it would hold my weight, so Misty would be like a leaf, dangling from a
spider’s thread.
There
was a stepladder in the living room closet, and plenty of half inch rope and I
got both out and showed them to her. She was sitting, demurely, on the couch,
watching me. Her eyes gleamed. There was just a touch of perspiration on her
forehead. I knew she was excited because once again I could smell her when I
got close enough. She had that sweet musk that some girls have. Like fruit to
be plucked.
After
attaching one end of the rope to the hook, I got down from the step-stool and
gestured for her to come over. “Put your hands up, together.” She stood there
and let me tie her hands above her head with the rope. I didn’t want her to be
off the floor, so I didn’t try and shorten it too much. Then I felt her cunt,
sliding my fingers into her and she tried to open her legs for me. “Good girl”
I murmured, fingerfucking her. “Now, wider.” She struggled to part her legs,
with her hands tied above her head. She pushed her pussy down on my fingers and
I reluctantly took them out of her.
I
had several lengths of rope and I tied first one of her legs to a hook in the
floor on one side, and then the other opposite it, so that she was strung up,
and spread open, facing me. The 9 foot wide window’s blinds were partially
open, so there was light streaming in around her. She looked like the Goddess,
all white and blonde and golden in the light.
I
kissed her, kissed her lips, kissed her neck, licked her nipples, played my
hands lightly over her, found her hipbones sharp as knives, strayed behind to
her tiny bottom, tickled her lightly on
her cheeks. I could not stop touching her and she began breathing
heavily, “Daddy, Daddy. Hurt me, Daddy. Hurt me really bad. I want to make your
Boy so happy! Hurt me so I cry like the little girl I really am.”
I
took the switches out of the big drawer under the oak coffee table. They were
two to four feet long, variously. I took a long, thick one in hand. It felt
like an extension of my Cock. I whirled it over my head and pulled it down
hard, in the air, making it whistle. “WhirrrrrrrrrrrrWhoooooooooooshCrack” as
it hit the edge of the coffee table.
“Please
my Daddy, don’t hold back. Take my tears.” She was panting a little,
anticipating the fierce tongue of pain I would paint her with. I sliced the
switch lightly over her, her chest, her belly. I brought him up between her
legs, just a little, but increasing the force with each little hiccup of
movement. “Unh unh unh. Ow! Owie Daddy!” I stepped back and to one side. I
pulled off the shorts I was wearing and then was as naked as Misty. My Boy was
big and throbby, bouncing a little as I paced around on one side of her, still
running my switch over her flesh, lightly, tickling, teasing.
I
put one hand on Him. His tip was wet and I rubbed that over His head. It felt
so good. He was talking to me now, “Switch her man. Switch her nipples. Good
Good and hard.” I could hear Him as I pulled on Him. Oh so good. I pulled my
other arm back, the one armed with the switch. Yes, a weapon in each hand. I
ripped that switch around hard and laid it across her chest, going for her
nipples. She screamed, so loud I was glad the neighbors were on vacation.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!” An angry red line appeared across her chest. I had
missed one of her nipples but the line ran right through the aereolae of the
other one. It was swelling up, welting beautifully. I walked up to her and
started kissing her, taking her tongue in my mouth, pushing my tongue in her
mouth. I rubbed my face in the tears that ran down her cheeks.
My
fingers traced the welt. A profound feeling of strength and pleasure infused
me. I bit her lower lip. “Was that good for you my Daughter?” “Daddy, Daddy.
Hurts bad, Daddy. Some more for you my Daddy? Do you want to fuck your little
girl?”
I
stepped back, fingers dawdling on the welt, and pinching hard at the welted
nipple.
Then
I unleashed three more hard pulls, across her chest, across her belly, down
below, just on her mound.
“AAWWAWWHH”
At first her screaming was loud, then it was as if she couldn’t get air and her
mouth was wide open, but no sound emerged. Then suddenly she was sobbing, as I
paused again and came back to her, and ran my fingers over the red filigree on
her flesh. I was cruel when I touched the line across her mons veneris, and I
let my fingers dip down, and part her labia. And yes she was wet. Very wet and
she tried to hump my fingers. “I know I owe you a come, and you may have it in
just a few minutes.” “Please Daddy let me come Daddy please.”
I stepped in front of her several feet and brought my switch up between her
legs, into the tender flesh I had just opened up. Once, hard, twice much
harder, third time charmed. “Ahhunhhhunhhh!” She was sobbing hard and breathing
like an engine. “Please my Daddy.” And I came over and pulled her to me and
shoved my Boy up her pussy and shoved Him into her over and over again, while
she writhed on my, gurgling almost, coming fiercely, shaking in my arms and
that made my Boy start going off, again, and then again. Even after all the
comes of the previous day He seemed like he would never stop. And Misty came
continuously through this it seemed, shaking, crying like a baby.
“Oh
Daddy so good Daddy oh my god Daddy…”
“Yes,
Daddy is your god now, Darling.”
“Oh yes Daddy! You are my lord and my god I never want to leave you!”
“And
you never will Misty girl.” I held her there, my cock finishing His spasms
inside her tiny little girl cunt. My hands on her bottom, one finger resting on
her asshole. “My sweet little girl, I think you should marry me and never leave
me ever again.”
“Oh Daddy? Can I? Can we?”
“I
will whip and fuck you every day,” I warned her.
Her
green eyes sparkled and she writhed in my arms, still impaled on my cruel Boy.
“Yes Daddy. Every day for the rest of my
life!”
“That’s
my girl.”
And
I kissed her, gently and kissed the corners of her eyes and tasted her tears,
and they were like rain from heaven on my tongue.
The
End
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