***

I made her walk into the house in just her socks and shoes. It was the back of the house and really nobody could see, but I also wanted her to have that sense that she was leaving what clothes she had in the car. That she was my naked little girl prisoner in the house. I even took her clothes and threw them in the trunk, while she stood there, her hands clasped under her chin. “Oh Daddy,” she whined very prettily.

 

We came in the back door, through the kitchen and I led her to the living room. Nothing remarkable there. The window blinds were closed so she relaxed a little in the scene. I have a nice big flat screen tv and a good sound system across from a very comfortable leather couch.

 

Should I just rip her now? That was the serious question. I had all weekend to hurt her, and lord knows my Boy was hungry to try out her bare pussy and I meant to finger her asshole before the next few minutes went by.

 

She sat on the couch and pulled her feet up on either side of her derriere, and she spread herself for me. I could smell her again. She just held her knees open and sat there, waiting for me, I knew.

 

I stripped out of my clothes. The air conditioning was on and it was a little cold, but I liked that. Must be the norse blood. He was ready, again. He stuck out like the greedy self-serving bastard He is. I knew what would make Him roar and it involved my belt and her vulva.  I reached down and felt myself. Very satisfying. I was humming inside.

 

“Daddy are you gonna show me how big girls, uh, er, fuck?” she cocked her head to one side and grinned at me. “I don’t know,” she swung it back to the other side, “Your big old Penis looks awful mean to Misty. How can you get Him in me? Gosh!” She was so charming. This was a girl who knew how to be a little girl. I looked forward to seeing her panic.

 

“Yes Darling, Daddy is gonna take his big boy, mean thing that he is, and force Him into your little baby pussy.”

”Won’t it hurt?” She sounded twelve, and alarmed.

 

“Of course it will hurt, Darling. That is what you are here for, for Daddy to hurt, over and over again.”

”Gosh!” her hands covered her mouth, and then she put them over her bare pussy.

 

“Daddy’s gonna hurt you with His Boy, His Belt, and lots of other things. Daddy’s gonna rub you with icy hot and stick ginger root up your bottom. Daddy’s gonna put alligator clips on your baby nipples. I think I’ve got some popsicles.”

“I like pops my Daddy!” She bounced a little, still looking worried but getting deep into it.

 

“They’re for your pussy and asshole, Dearest. Daddy likes a cold chamber sometimes. It makes it hurt more for a little girl. Don’t you want Daddy to hurt you?”

 

As always, for me the issue of consent seemed to be everything. I waited, breath baited, for her to say it aloud.

 

Misty pulled her legs together, and then apart like a pre-teen, She started chewing on one of her braids. Then she nodded her head up and down, slowly, “Yes Daddy. If that is what Daddy’s Boy wants, that is what Misty wants. Misty wants Daddy’s Boy to hurt her, right between her legs! As much as He wants!”

 

“That’s right my Darling Daughter. That is what Daddy wants to hear. Will you give Daddy your pain? Your crying and your howling, and your face covered with your tears?”  I sat down next to her and took her in my arms. “For real, Sweetie, this is what I need.” “It’s what I need too, my Father. I have come to receive all the beautiful pain you wish to give me.”

 

“On your back,” and I pushed her down length-wise on the couch, and pushed her legs apart hard and put my mouth down to her hairless split. Man she looked untouched. I sniffed her and she smelled of honeysuckle. My tongue snaked out and licked up her split. I let him stray down to her tight, puckered rosy asshole. I spent a minute or two there, pushing my tongue in, and pulling her cheeks with each hand. “Oh my god, Daddy!! Daddy!! Daddy! Let me come, Daddy!” I reached my hand back and slapped her pussy quite hard, so it made it red. I reared back and as I slapped her again I spoke, “Come for Daddy baby.” And I slapped her hard, right on the pussy, over and over again and she started bucking under my hand and she moaned and groaned and whined a little, “Oh Daddy, comes, hurts, my puss!” Even more fun.

 

***

 

I sat down on the couch and took her feet into my hands and rubbed them a little. They were tiny, delicate things. Misty’s breathing was becoming slow and regular. Her hands were above her head and her legs were akimbo. Her vulva was a swollen, pink shell, and I rubbed my Boy, sitting there, looking at her. Determined to go slow and go too far. She wanted the fear? She was going to get it.

 

“What a yummy little girl you are,” I said, holding my dick in my hand. She looked at me, focusing on the penis. She smiled sweetly. “Daddy your penis is so big!” My twelve year old sweetheart. I knew she laying it on a little, but I still felt awesome and powerful He was thick and feeling very rowdy. She was so white, so delicate, so pink between her legs. I wanted every inch of her flesh reddened with my desire.

 

I sat back, and pulled my own legs back. “Come here, Misty girl. You are gonna lick your Daddy and make Him bigger and bigger.” She crawled between my legs and put her hands on the backs of my thighs. “Daddy requires you to lick his asshole, too. Do a good job little girl.” She bobbed her head up and down, “Yes Daddy,” and starting tonguing my balls which were drawn up tight in their sack. She was enthusiastic and a little rough, just the way a little girl would be. I allowed myself to fantasize she had fooled me and was really a twelve or thirteen year old. She licked and slurped down to my asshole and did a very wild job licking all around and in it while her hands ran up and down my cock.

 

Her head swung around below me and I felt my belly tighten up. Everything was sweet now, but I wanted to make it even sweeter.

 

“Okay Darling Daughter. Enough for now,” She had just started licking the shaft, taking it in both of her hands and bringing her tongue up to the red head and pressing it into her face. “Oh Daddy!” She pouted for me. Those braids really made her face seem even younger. And her flat white chest, her nipples sticking out. She was as excited as I was.

 

I got out a joint from the wooden box on the coffee table. This marijuana was laced with psycilocybin, my favorite drug for sex. “Are we gonna take drugs Daddy?” She bounced on the couch, one hand still on my Boy. “This will make you come even bigger, little girl.” I lit it up and sucked and passed it to her.

 

She looked confused with it in her hand and I had to show her  what to do. “I’m scared Daddy.” “You should be, but it’s too late to back out now. You’re doing what I say, that was the deal.” She nodded her head up and down, again, “Yes Daddy.” And she sucked on the cigarette and held the smoke in her.

 

I watched her green eyes get bigger as it hit her. I was humming, feeling manic, my Boy started throbbing. I thought the time was right for breaking her in. I didn’t intend to be gentle. A little girl like this, you shouldn’t be gentle. You should tear her open like a barbarian. Which I certainly am.

 

“Come,” I stood up and grabbed her hand and pulled her with me down the hall to the bedroom. She still had on those kneesocks and mary janes. In the bedroom I gathered her to me in an embrace, and I kissed her deep, tongue dwelling in her mouth like a creature, exploring every surface. “Oh oh oh, Daddy.” She said when I broke it. I threw her back on the goosedown comforter. She lay on her back, arms flung above her. “Spread your legs. Wide.” And her eyes were open large and I had my Boy in my hand. I went to the dresser drawer and pulled out my old faithful belt. I have had this belt for twenty years. Misty’s is not the first pussy he has tasted. I doubled him up and slapped my other hand with him, lightly, to make a noise.

 

“Little girls’ pussys need a strapping before they are really ready for Daddy’s Boy.” I stood over her, “Are you ready for your strapping Misty?” I loved to hear the little girl agree to the violence. It made it sweeter and the pleasure in her tears became glorious. “Yes Daddy,” she was hesitant, but I think she was trying to play the subtle game. I thought to myself she wants this pretty bad.

 

Thing about painsluts, they are always torn between hating it and needing it. I raised the doubled belt above my shoulder and brought it down on her pussy. Pretty hard for a first lick. “Owie Daddy, Owie.” Her legs closed up and I pushed them open and put my leg on one and my other leg held the her’s down on her chest. “Twenty,” I said, and started wailing on her. “Ahh, ow, owie, ahhh!” Misty wrestled beneath me. “Keep your legs open!” “I’m trying Daddy,” She had started crying alittle. Those tears were beautiful, streaming down her cheeks, ruining her eye makeup. Her lips were swollen from my kissing, her lipstick smeared around her mouth like a halo. “Oh Daddy it hurts me so bad!” I gave her three more hard licks, hard as I could. I threw my belt on the floor and got between her legs. “Here’s Daddy’s Boy,” I said putting His big red bulb to her parted lips. I pushed, getting some purchase and and then I ripped right into her, no hesitation, feeling her flesh fight me, but then part, and of course she was wet and hot and I slid right in. The feeling of breaking her open,  the power of my Cock breaking her into two pieces. One before Daddy, two after Daddy.

 

I rode her hard for minute after minute, getting her legs over my shoulders. She moaned and gasped, “Oh Daddy, Daddy. Hard Daddy. Hurts Daddy.” I don’t think it could have, she was very lubricated and then suddenly she was coming, saying it, “Hurts Daddy, coming Daddy!!!” I noticed she didn’t ask permission to come and smiled to myself. I’d make her pay for that all evening. And I felt myself suddenly, full of seed and the flesh swelling and bursting in her baby pussy. I hollered like a bear in rut. Oh this was so good.

 

 

Pain and The Girl

We both showered after that. I let her take those socks and shoes off and just be completely naked. “No clothes in Daddy’s house, except the ones Daddy wants to see you in.”

 

We were in the bedroom. I got out my digital camera and turned on all the lights. “On the bed,” I ordered her and she jumped up and knelt in the middle of the bed. She put her hands behind her, as if they were tied and posed for me. Her face was angelic. Her pussy beautiful. I kissed her and shot several pics. “Now on your back” she lay down, “legs to  your chest,” she pulled them up, “now spread them open,” and I took picture after picture of her genitals and asshole. Her asshole, red, fruit, puckered. I sat beside her and forced my finger in her asshole without getting it wet. “Daddy that hurts,” She sounded a little petulant. “Yes. Your point is?” She pouted for me. “Daddy Misty’s never done anything with her butt.” Really? I was immediately turned on by that, my Prick stirring, despite the day’s activity.

 

“Well Daddy’s gonna open your bottom like he opened your pussy, darling. And you have nothing to say about it.” “Oh Daddy, you’re so mean to me.” But I could tell she was turned on by this conversation. I knew my finger in her ass must hurt. I took it out, wet it and its’ brother and put them both back to the darling aperture and pushed. “Owie Daddy.” But she lay there, legs pulled up and open, while Daddy finger fucked her asshole with two fingers, twisting them around, trying to hurt her. “Do you like that Darling?” She frowned, “It hurts Daddy, but I know Daddy’s Boy wants it so I likes it Daddy.” She gave me that martyred girl look. Boy I love that look.

 

I pulled my fingers out and took some alligator clips out of the bed table drawer. I had sprung these clips so the pressure was really quite mild. I hadn’t known what level of painslut this little girl would be so I planned to start her out easy.

 

“Here my precious girl,” I pulled her legs down and licked her right nipple and sucked on it. I used my teeth carefully and licked all over where her breast would be if she had one. “Hmmm” she was making noises. I took the alligator clip and pinched it open and then put it right over her longish nipple and let it close. “Oh Daddy! Ow.”  And she shivered, lying there. “Now for the other one.” “Oh Daddy, do you have  to?” She was biting her lip, looking very pretty. “I don’t have to. I want to. Don’t you want me to?” I looked at her and she batted her eyes at me. “Okay Daddy. Whatever you want. I can do it.” “Whether you ‘can’ or ‘can’t’, you will do it tonight, my darling.” I licked my lips, licked her other nipple and placed that clip on her, feeling and hearing the sudden intake of breath. She breathed carefully, getting a grip on herself and getting used to the clips. They looked delightful and I took her in my arms and kissed her. Yummy girl. Lots of tongue.

 

The psilocybin was in full swing now and everything had a thick and lush character. My Boy swung, half hard, back and forth between my legs. I hummed with what I was going to do to her, chuckling a little at how good this felt. I took some more pictures of her.

 

“Time to play Daddy’s tie up games, Cinderella,” I told her. My favorite way to tie a little girl is hands together above her head, wrist to wrist, and her legs tied to the bedposts above her, with a pillow under her so her pussy and her anus are raised and exposed. I admit it, what I really like is hurting the girl between her legs. I knew I was gonna do lots of things tonight that both of us might regret later, but, what the hell. she came of her own free will. Poor little girl.

 

If we got through this night and she wanted to come back then I would know I had found the girl, at last. What a romantic asshole I am.

 

***

 

I was hungry and thought about eating something. Misty lay on the bed, her legs pressed together, her beautiful eyes watching me, her makeup smeared and her face still wet with her tears. I said, “Are you hungry? Should we get a snack?” She pressed her lips together, “I don’t think I can eat anything.” “Are you scared Darling?” I asked her. She shook her head up and down, prettily, “Daddy I’m’ah scared of, well, what you’re gonna do next. I’m just a silly little girl. I, umm, want Daddy to have the bestest time of his life.” She sat up at this, her hands behind her, legs crossed, nipples hidden under the alligator clips.

 

“Here’s what Daddy wants my little Misty girl,” I came over and pulled her into my arms, “Daddy’s gonna have a sandwich and maybe a vodka tonic and maybe Daddy’ll make Misty drink some of Daddy’s vodka. Meanwhile,” I kissed her eyelids and drank deeply of her smell. I looked forward to burying my nose in her cunt again. Some girls just smell like sex and Misty was one of those. “Meanwhile, you go in the bathroom, and maybe take a shower, take your hair out of the braids, wash the makeup up. Daddy wants you scrubbed clean for what happens next.” I kissed her mouth. She had one of those sharp, hard tongues, snake-like. I ran my tongue over her teeth. She made these sweet, animal-like little noises, like a mouse trying to get away.

 

“What happens next my Daddy?” She smiled at me, but I could see the anxiety in her eyes. “You don’t want to be surprised?” She lowered her head, “No. I, just, need to know… that’s all.” So petulant. So charming.

 

I burrowed into her neck and my hand found her nipple, still clamped. I took the clamp off, suddenly, without warning her. The blood ran back into the pink bit of flesh and she reacted like she had been wounded. “Ohhhhhhhh Daddy, hurts hurts hurts. You hurt me, Daddy!!” I took the other one off for good measure. “Ohhh migod. Hurts!!!” She suddenly had tears in her eyes. I was so turned on again. I thought about skipping right to her asshole.

 

But, “Do what I say, Darling Daughter.” And I got up and left the room. When I looked back at the door I saw her rubbing her sore nipples, and smiling ruefully. She was remarkably beautiful, there on the bed, naked and white, with her pink slit and her ruby pink nipples and her blonde braids and her skinny coral colored mouth.

 

I felt my boy all the way to the kitchen, running my hand up and down Him. Gonna give you what you want. Gonna hurt her so bad. After I had sandwiched and made a honking big drink I went back to the bedroom. I turned off the overhead, leaving the two bed table lights on. I lay down on the bed, and drank my drink and waited for her to emerge from the bathroom.

 

After a little while she came out. Her hair was undone from the braids, and brushed out and she turned out to have quite a lot of it. Gorgeous blonde curls, well past her shoulders. She looked even younger without her makeup on. She crawled across the bed and put her head on my chest. One of her hands touched my penis. “Can I kiss Him Daddy?” I sipped my drink and nodded okay.

 

She licked him tentatively, and then she swirled her tongued around the red helmet. Her other hand found my scrotum, which was drawn up and hard as a baseball. Sick desire does that to me.

 

I watched her suck me into her mouth and pulled on one leg so that she presented her bottom to me while her mouth was on my prick. I put one hand out, on her right cheek and pulled it open a little, so that I could see her asshole. All pink to red, a little flower, tight and unplucked. I intended to make it into a swollen red fruit, distended, smeared with come. But before I ripped her, I was going to get my willow switch and lay about twenty strokes on her virgin anus. My Boy throbbed at the thought. She took him down her throat and I had to stop myself from coming. One more come, even with the psyilocybin, and I’d have to sleep. And I wasn’t ready to let that charming rose pass me by.

 

I licked my index finger and pushed it into her asshole while she did her darndest to get me to come. It occurred to me that she too thought one more come would put me to sleep. I was a little angry at this, but then I smiled and thought that I like a smart little girl. And besides, it wouldn’t work.

 

“Enough of that, Darling. Time for the bad things to start happening again.” She sat up and wiped slobber off of her face. “Okay Daddy. I’m ready.” I doubted that. “I’m your baby girl. My pussy is your’s.” “What about your asshole?” She shivered. “Okay, Daddy. My asshole is all your’s.” “To hurt and fuck?” I pushed her, “to hurt and fuck my Daddy!” “That’s a good girl.” I embraced her and kissed her again, long and hard.

 

“Now, on your back.” I proceeded to tie her up, hands together wrist-to-wrist, and then one leg pulled back over her and tied to the top corner post, and then the other. I pulled her butt up and pushed my big feather pillow under it. She presented delectably, the lovely pink and red flesh looking untouched, ready for my damage. And damage is what I had in mind.

 

I went to the closet and took out several two to three foot willow switches. I took one and swished it through the air so that it sang its romantic song. Woooshhh. Woooosh…. “Oh Daddy,” she moaned, watching the switch making its sharp journey from up to down and back again. Wooshhh Woosh Wooooooosh. Harder and harder, not actually touching her yet. Just increasing the fear.

 

Her eyes were wide. She was strung hard and taut. I brought the switch to her asshole and pussy and traced the lines lightly with it. I started hitting her gently, her pussy lips, her asshole, and then without warning I pulled it back and whipped it hard on her genitals. “AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!” And I pulled it back and brought the tip as hard as I could to her little rose. “Ohh, AHHHDADDDY, Please Daddy, please Daddy. Hurts toomuch tooo much, please stop daddy ill do anything anything anywhere any…..Ahhhhh! OHHHH!!!” I relentlessly whipped her asshole, over and over again. It turned redder and redder and I could see that it was swelling. Just like the Boy between my legs. He was huge, like a baseball bat. My hand felt him and slipped down to my balls. They were swollen with a terrible need. I needed to empty my boy up her bottom and soon.

 

She was crying in earnest now. So beautiful, her face wet, her bottom lip trembling. I threw the switch to the floor and knelt before the virgin girl. I pulled her bottom cheeks even further apart and brought my cruel, evil Cock to the swollen opening. I spit on my palm and wetted the head of the penis, just enough to get in her. I brought him to her little anus and pushed him through the sphincter with no hesitation. Immediately she started screaming, “Stop Stop stop, please don’t!!! Daddy please take it out! It’s too big, Daddy!! I can’t take it it hurts so bad hurts bad!! Hurts hurts hurts hurts!” It felt wonderful! I could literally feel her flesh tearing apart. I hoped she wouldn’t bleed, and I didn’t think so, but it had that feel to it, inside of her. Like I was tearing her flesh apart with my cock.  I rammed Him up her bottom and started slamming her as hard as I could, my hands on the inside of her thighs, I started slapping her pussy, and pulled open her lips to show her clit and I started slapping her clit while I fucked her bottom as hard as I could and she screamed “Please STOP MY DADDY You are killing me  DADDY STOPP IT Hurts TOO MUCH.”

 

And then, like a heart attack, suddenly out of nowhere I came, my Cock twitching and firing up her bottom, emptying me out into her.Over and over again, as she hollered “hurts too much!! HURTS TOO MUCH!!” I realized I was shouting like a madman, “UNNHH!!” I came and came and came. I thought I might never stop. But, of course I did stop. And she was glad of that, I can tell you.

 

I knelt there, my boy still twitching in her tiny baby asshole. I looked down at her. “This is what I want from you. Every day of your life.” She looked at me with what I first thought was fear, but then realized was actually a kind of lust. “Yes Daddy. Every day from now on. I am all yours’.” I swooped down and started kissing her, deep kisses while her whole body shivered under me.

 

I finally withdrew from her hot asshole. She twitched just a little as I came out. It must’ve been ten minutes later. She still sobbed  hiccuping every few seconds.  I lay on her and took her face in my hands and started kissing the tears around her eyes and cheeks. “That made Daddy’s Boy especially happy.” I said to her, biting her lips a little. She smiled wanly, but bravely. “It was so hot, Daddy.” “Are you a hurting little angel girl now?” She nodded her head up and down. “Yes, Daddy. I don’t know if I can walk.” I crawled off of her and began to untie her legs.

 

“Tell Daddy how you feel now. Be honest.” I continued untying her, rubbing her ankles as I loosed them from the bedposts. “uh, Gee Daddy. Golly, it hurt like something awful! I knew it would hurt a lot in my bottom, but gosh it was so bad, Daddy. Do I really have to do that every day?” She blinked at me, while I rubbed her wrists and then I started kissing her eyes.

 

“Daddy wants what He wants. The question to Daddy is what does Misty want?” I sat back on my haunches. She had rolled over on her side and was just the most exquisite little white blonde girl I’d ever seen. I’ve always had that Nordic desire, white and blonde. Only ever surpassed by the occasional sharp featured milky skinned redheaded darling. I think the right redhead could certainly bring the Badman in me to a whole new level. I stroked Misty’s bottom, pulling her cheeks open and looking at her distended, swollen asshole. She looked like she had been used, hard. Which she had.

 

“Come on, Darling. We need to fix you up for a lovely sleep.” I took her into the large bathroom and started running a hot bath. She sat on the toilet seat, while I poured bath salts in the water. Sandalwood, a long time favorite of mine. Good quality so the perfume was not cloying, just thick and voluptuous.

 

She got into the bath tub when I gestured and I turned on the jets that made the water move. I knew this would help her recover from the harsh treatment.

 

I sat on the can and watched her settle in. “So when did you discover that pain turned you on?”

 

She grinned at me. “I was a real little girl. Maybe ten, and I discovered some porno in the computer that belonged to the guy who rented our spare room. It was pretty standard BDSM stuff. But I was a little baby girl, just starting to really touch my puss. Gee Daddy this is kind of embarrassing.” “But you’ll tell Daddy, anyway.” “Oh, okay.” She pushed her hair behind her head and lay back. Her chest was so incredibly child-like. It was difficult to believe she was in her twenties.

 

“So my first orgasm came from touching myself and watching a man whip a woman who was tied to a bed. Daddy, he was whipping her between her legs and I was a ten year old virgin, with my fingers just starting to go up into myself.”

 

“Quite a vision,” I murmured. “Then,” she continued, “I got the neighbor boy to tie me up. He wouldn’t hurt me though. No matter how much I begged him. But he did touch me, touch my pussy, Daddy. He was a big poopy-face. I figured out, after that, that I needed a grown up Daddy to really take me in hand and give me all the pain I dreamed of.”

 

I nodded, absently fondling my dick. She swished the water and moved her body so that one of the jets played over her asshole. “I have met a couple of other Daddys along the way, Daddy” She looked at me, hesitantly. “Don’t worry Misty, Daddy knows you have done some of this before.”

 

“Daddy is the best! Daddy is the best Daddy ever!” She smiled a big smile. “Really. No one ever came anywhere near to giving me the pleasure you did. I was soooo scared. It was hard. And you hurt me so bad, but I guess that is what we both want.”

I looked at her, holding my half-hard cock in my hand. “Is it what you want? You know, I’m going to hurt you a lot more than that. Remember what I said?

She shook her head up and down, “You’re gonna make me sorry I was born a girl.”

I sat on the tub edge and leaned down and kissed her. “Good girl, How much pain can you take for your Daddy?”

”As much pain as he has to give.” She smiled and kissed me, and then drew back, “But, you’ll have to tie me up, okay? Cause I might try and get away. I have a very low threshold of pain, but I want to take it all. Everything that you want to give me.” We kissed again, a long French kiss with great heart in it. Finally breaking it off she said, “You promise me that you’ll tie me up and not let me quit. Promise me.” She was insistent.

 

“Okay Darling girl. I promise I will make you take all of Daddy’s sweet cruel pain.”

 

Her laughter was like the faeries’ silverbells. My Boy was hard again. Unbelievable.

 

I put two sections together and so this is the second to the last piece of this story. Still looking for that little girl. Enjoy!

 

 

It was about ten at night and she hadn’t eaten yet. So I suggested we go out to a bar and grab something. I took a light cotton summer dress from my closet. I had bought it at a street market the year before, when I thought I had a girlfriend, a relationship that slipped away like smoke. It was a little like a sailor suit, white and blue, but in an A type construction. We put her stockings back on her and her mary janes and brushed her hair out and she looked positively adorable. Could I take her into a bar? She had her identification (still in my car). Why not?

 

In the bar itself we talked about average daily life, like two adults, while she sucked down a hamburger with mushrooms and blue cheese. We both had beers and the waitress checked Misty’s id carefully and gave me such a dirty look.

 

But I didn’t care. This girl was from a dream I had had all my life. I could not stop looking at her. And remembering all the things I had already done to her. My cock was thick the whole time. Waiting for his next chance at her tender flesh.

 

In the parking lot as we approached the car, I pulled out my keys and said, “Misty girl, let’s take the dress off.”

 

She paused, next to me, and looked around the parking lot. There were people going into the bar at the far end. Then she reached around and unbuttoned in the back, under her neck and shrugged it off of her shoulders. Underneath she wore no underwear and suddenly, there she was, naked under the street light. I pulled her to me and started kissing her. Lots of tongue, my hands on her bottom, tracing the delicate, small curve, sliding into the space between, over her anus. She shivered.

 

I opened the car door and put her in her side. I got in and we drove through the night. I kept one hand on her leg that was nearest me. “Open,” I said, and she spread herself so that my hand could slide up to her pink pussy. My fingers played with the flesh, already wet.  She started breathing faster. I flicked her clit, and pinched her, rather cruelly.  We stopped at a stop light, my fingers up her, my index finger and thumb pinching her. I leaned over and kissed her. She tasted good, beer and burger and Misty. “I can’t wait to hurt you really bad.”

 

“Yes Daddy. Hurt me so bad! Make me cry!” She was panting and I knew she was going to come. “Ask me Darling.” “Please Daddy. Please let me come!” “All right Angel.” And she shuddered and creamed all over my fingers. Her fragrance was strong in the small car. “Oh Daddy! You’re the best, My Daddy!”

 

She slept in my arms that night, curled up in the bed, so light. I buried my nose in her hair and held her against me all night long. My cock seemed like it was always hard, full of blood. My mind turned over scenarios of sex and pain. I could hear her steady breathing and I sniffed her like an animal with his dinner. I wasn’t sure I would ever really be able to let her go.

 

The Next Day

 

We got up late, Sunday morning. I fixed us some light breakfast, bloody marys. We turned the tv on and I hooked up the card from the digital camera and we ran through the pictures I had taken of Misty, while we scarfed down our scrambled eggs and toast.

 

“Oh Daddy, I look like such a sweet little girl!” Misty seemed pleased with the photos. She sat next to me on the couch, wearing one of Daddy’s t-shirts, too big for her, and nothing else. I sipped the bloody and smelled her hair some more. “What will we do today my Daddy?” She turned to me, face bright, a beatific smile. “I know what you want to do, my Daddy.”

 

“Oh do you?” I rubbed my hand along her thigh, pushing the shirt up. She had put her plate on the coffee table and her arms around me. “Yes,” she exclaimed, smirking a little, “Daddy is gonna whip Misty today, isn’t he?” I nodded my head slightly, “And has Misty been whipped much by her Daddys?”

 

She kissed the corner of my mouth, “Some, Daddy. One time pretty hard.” She kissed my lips, running her tongue over the lower, full lip that is a genetic marker in my family. I slipped my tongue out and she licked me with her’s, very sweet. Cute even. “Did Misty girl like the whipping?” She got all solemn and nodded her head up and down. “Yes Daddy. It was scary and Misty got hurt, but I wanted to be fucked hard when it was over.” “Yes,” I agreed, “There’s a part of you that knows the pain is all about coming. That’s why you are my perfect little girl.”

 

I stood up in my shorts and stretched, while she ran her hand along my leg and up to my Boy. “Oh Daddy you are so big. Is He gonna hurt my bottom today?” I nodded yes. “But, Daddy will fuck his girl hard in her pussy too?” I nodded again. Then I spoke, “And Daddy will pay special attention to Misty’s pussy today. Daddy has a fantasy of hurting a little girl’s pussy he would like to live out. I promise you it will hurt a lot.”

 

She looked a little worried, but shook her head up and down. “Yes Daddy. I want to be your fantasy. I want to be sorry I was born a girl. I know I will be.”

 

***

In the Bedroom I took her shirt off. I brushed her hair out and pulled her down on the bed. “You will be tied up for awhile here. If it gets too much, not the pain per se, but being tied in this position, Daddy will untie you and tied you in a different manner. Okay?” “Yes Daddy. Tie me up.” She was young and very lithe. Her body was skinny, no breasts to get in the way. I tied her again, arms over her head, legs above her on each side. I tied her thighs and brought the rope down to the sides of the bed, spreading her a little more. And I put a bigger, bolster type pillow under her bottom, so that everything was pushed up.

 

“Better access for Daddy’s toys,” I told her. “Yes my Daddy. My pussy and my asshole are your’s. I know you will hurt me and make your Boy bigger and bigger. I want it. I want it to really hurt.” She was being sincere, and twelve. A good combination for her.

 

I went to the closet and took our my video camera, which was mounted on a tripod. I hooked up the power and linked the cord to the bedroom tv. Then I aimed it at the sacrifice on the bed. I had on the dark sheets so her white white flesh with its pink crease and ruby dot stood right out.  I have always loved how a girl, young and tight, displayed like this looks like an exclamation mark: ! Pussy/Asshole. Yes the energy of this makes me holler.

 

I went over to her and started kissing her and running my hands up and down her naked flesh. I tickled her nipples on her flat chest and I strummed her tummy and let my fingers follow her folds. I didn’t quite put them in her. But I could feel she was wet and if I pushed my fingers in her slit she would open right up.

 

Taking the latex glove from the bed table, I pulled it on and took out the container of Icy Hot. “This won’t hurt at first, then it will.” She looked truly nervous. “Oh Daddy! Do you have to?!”

 

I looked at her. “Let’s ask the Boy, what do you think?” And I pulled my shorts off, freeing that evil male weapon, who stood right up, all hard and huge and already wet at His tip. “I think He wants it,” I said to her. “Oh Gawsh,” She said, biting her lower lip, “I know. He does. Oh please. Darn it Daddy. Go ahead.”

 

“That’s a little girl who loves her Daddy.” I swept up a dollop of the stuff and painted her pussy lips with it, both sides, and then I rubbed her clitoris with it for several minutes, while it came on, and she started breathing hard, tears squeezing out of her eyes. “Oh Daddy, this is gonna be really bad, isn’t it?” “Very bad, my beautiful darling. That is why Dady turned on the video.” I looked at the tv and observed us there on the bed. A long shot: you could see both her tortured genitals and her face, wet now with her tears, her mouth twisted and biting her lower lip and then suddenly, as I watched her on the television she opened her mouth and started screaming, “Oh god Daddy! Hurts too much. Hurts too bad!! AAAHHHHH.” And my Boy got all twitchy, wanting to come.

 

I had more in store for her, though. While she whined about the icy hot, I got the ginger root out and cut a big thumb of it and peeled it. I wet her asshole and pushed the ginger in, holding it there. “You’ll keep that up in you, understand?” I said to  her, as she sobbed steadily. “Yes Daddy. Whatever you say.’

 

Then I softly rubbed her forehead, watching her cry, her chest heaving. I rubbed my cock with my other hand. He felt huge, electric, like a big charge waiting for the switch to be thrown. I could fuck her mouth in this position and thought I probably would. But right now I had one more aspect I wanted to pursue.

 

“Did you ever hear of the Story of O,” I asked her. “Yes Daddy. I read it when I was twelve.” “Well, there’s another book, the Image, by a person who called themselves Jean Berg, very like O. And in this book there is a beautiful little blonde girl who is tortured with needles heated in a candle flame.”

I got up and went to the dresser and got out the candle in its holder, and the set of needles set in wooden dowels. I brought them over to the bed table and pulled the bedroom chair up to the bed, just below her thighs. I checked to make sure I wasn’t in the way of the camera, but it was more towards the other side. She was crying steadily now, whining, “Please Daddy, don’t don’t. It hurts too much now. Oh Daddy mine, it hurts it hurts bad Daddy!!! Please STOP!!!!” “Well, you know I won’t. But I do love to hear you sing that song darling daughter.”

 

And I put the needle into the candles flame, and held it there for a count of ten. Then I brought it to the hood of her clitoris and lightly pushed it in. “AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” And my boy jumped. I repeated this another time, pushing the needle into her lips, spreading them open and pushing the hotneedle into the delicate red flesh. “AAAAHHHHH OOOOOOWWWWWIEE!” Her face was already wet with tears and now she burst out, crying heavily. “Please stop Daddy. I’ll do anything for you forever!”

 

I don’t believe in blackmail or punishment/reward scenarios. I stopped and said to her, “My Boy wants this. Do you want Him to have what He wants? Or do you want to stop now?’ This was one of those moments.

 

She was shivering, her legs pulling at the rope. She looked at me, her blonde hair spread behind her beautiful sculpted face. She tried to stop sobbing, but she couldn’t. Everything must hurt terribly. Finally she croaked out, “Don’t stop Daddy. I’ll do anything for you. Hurt me as much your Boy wants. But, I can’t help myself. I’m gonna beg you Daddy, to stop. But, you don’t have to. Not for me. However much you want to hurt me, just hurt me. AHHHHHHH!” I started using two needles at a time, pressed into either side of her clitoris. Over and over again. “AHHHH! UNHHHH! AHHHHHHH!” She sounded like an angel  falling into the abyss.

 

I couldn’t stand it anymore I was so turned on. I had meant to put on a condom and fuck her asshole, but I just pushed my swollen cock up her asshole into the ginger. I could feel it start to burn me too and I celebrated feeling that terrible feeling she was having. I rode her bottom very hard and she screamed, literally screamed. “AHHHHH!!” and whined, “Hurts sooooo bad my Daddy!!! Hurts bad, please stop!!!” And I came, again like some terrible star exploding deep inside of her. Over and over again. I could feel my whole body coming out of me and going into her bottom. All that energy.

 

I was on her kissing her and holding her head, still buried in her bottom. Then I realized my cock was on fire and so was she and I stopped shaking and pulled him out of her and wiped him off with the sheet from the floor. She lay there, sobbing. I untied her legs, and brought them down and rubbed them and then her hands. My cock burned like it was on fire and I knew she felt even worse. “Let’s go get in the tub, Darling.” “Okay my Daddy.” Shelooked up at me, “Daddy?” “Yes little one?” “Daddy, I love you.” “And I love you too, Darling.” “Always Daddy?” I looked at her, in my arms. She looked about twelve, face streaked with tears, “Always my little girl.”

 

We spent about an hour in the tub before the pain subsided much. It felt luxurious and we talked some more about her life and mine, what we liked, where we wanted to go. She lay back in my arms in the big tub. “Daddy, are we done today?” “No, sweetheart. You haven’t come yet.” She turned in my arms, splashing water, “You are the best Daddy!” She kissed me, deeply.

 

“But you’ll have to earn your come with a serious whipping.” She put her head down on my chest. “Okay Daddy. Anything you want.”

 

 

 

***

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

 

If I get some positive feedback I will post some more on this next week. Still looking for Misty, either on line or in real life.

 

 

 

      "Daddy, Daddy?" Misty cuddled up to me in our bed. It was about a week after we went to the county courthouse and made it official. She was my girl now and I  intended to take advantage of that every single day.

 

      It was early morning. We were still getting used to each other, exploring how it was going to work out. I didn’t truly expect her to play the part of a young girl all the time and we had come to have had several conversations of a more adult nature. That was just fine with me. I hoped to mold her and also to find in her a real partner.

 

      “Hey Darling,” I kissed her bruised lips. We had indulged in a violent missionary fuck before going to sleep and her lips were swollen and you could see she had cried a little while going to sleep. “How’s my baby pussy this morning?” I was truly concerned she would be okay.

 

      “Oh Daddy,” she pouted for me and her hand found my morning Hard-on. “I am fine and ready for whatever the day may bring. Daddy,” “Yes?” “I know it’s your birthday,” she pulled her hair out of her eyes. They glistened and she nuzzled me a little. “How do you know that?” I asked, mildly surprised. I usually just forgot about the date; after your youth it is just a marker. 

 

      “It was on the form we filled out, Daddy. You remember.” She rubbed my Boy, very sweetly, and licked her lips. “I wanna  give you something for your birthday you have never had.” “Oh really?” I lay on my back, “I have been sucked in the morning before, and by you, I might add.” 

 

      She got up on one elbow. “I want to take your piss. I want to give you my mouth as a receptacle for everything your precious  Cock, my Lord and my Master, produces.”

 

      I looked at her and smiled. It wasn’t really something I had ever imagined doing, but I was gratified by her devotion to me and to that part of me that keeps me alive. I nodded my head, “Yes, little one. I will piss in your mouth, but you must swallow it all so there is no mess. I will go slow.”

 

      Misty’s beautiful smile was like a light turning on. She blinked and licked her lips and moved down the bed. She brought my Penis to her mouth and took it in. Her tongue moved over it and I said, “Wait baby girl, you can’t flick it until I get it going.” I relaxed my bladder, and full as it always is in the morning, I started to spurt my urine into her mouth. I held her face between my hands and let a little at time go into her mouth. She grimaced and I could tell it was  not exactly the nectar of the gods for her,  “Do you want to stop?” I asked her. She shook her head violently, NO.

 

      I pissed in her mouth for a very long time, going slowly and just reveling in being worshiped. When the piss was gone she started tonguing me, and her hands took my scrotum and played like feathers over my testicles and my perineum. I could feel the sap rise in the stem and started fucking her mouth, driving my Cock deep down her throat and holding Him there so that she started to gag, then pulling Him back and giving her a few seconds to recover, then doing it again.

 

      When I came it felt like twenty or thirty ropes of semen flew down her throat but it was probably only a dozen. I just lost track as the sensation of coming waved over me over and over again.

 

      It was looking like a wonderful birthday and I hadn’t even remembered the day.

 

      I gathered her in my arms, “We will do some beautiful acts today, my lolita-girl. If you are willing I will give you some marvelous pain, make you cry, and make you come.”

 

 “Yes My Daddy! Hurt me so very bad. Make your Boy big and mean and I will cover Him with my tears. I know the more you hurt me the bigger He gets, so I want you to hurt me until He is as big as a baseball bat. Then,” She batted those eyes at me, “then I want you to fuck my ass for a long long time, until I am too weak to walk and there is blood.” She kissed me deep, lots of tongue, “Happy Birthday my Wonderful Cruel Daddy.”

          I led Misty by the hand into our living room. I pulled the wooden blinds open with  my other hand, so that the morning light spilled across the scene. It was the fourth of July and we were both off from our jobs, but in the middle of the week. Something about that made this seem all the sweeter to me.

 

          She stood by the long wooden table in fron the couch, unclothed. The sleep still in her eyes, her hands at her sides. She was naked, her chest flat as a child's, her mons veneris smooth flesh, her fat clitoris and labia puffed out with desire. "Turn around, darling," I felt my Boy in my hand, hard, vibrating, despite having come only an hour before in the bedroom. He is an evil entity, my Cock. He wants things that sometimes I wonder about. If He is a devil than I am dedicated to allowing Him out of His chains so that He may take the girl any way He wants.

 

          Misty turned so that her bottom was pointed in my direction. She bent at the waist and presented her ass to me. Knowing me well by now she put her delicate hands on each of her cheeks and pulled them apart. "For you my Master, my Father, my God." And she pulled her asshole taut, displaying the carmellian rose, its wrinkles an invitation for my Cock, the Pain-Giver.

 

          "Yes my baby cunt, today we will hurt your asshole." I smiled at her, turned on by her wonderful willingness. "If you are the best little girl you can be, I will let you come later." Misty sank to her knees, still holding her bottom open, "Oh Daddy, I will come in you wish me to, but only your pleasure is in my mind. Please Daddy, use the switch on  my bottom hole. And fuck me til I bleed."

 

          ***

 

          I sent Misty to the bedroom with instructions on what garments I wanted her in. In the closet off the living room I found the exercise machine I haven't used in months and pulled it out and over to the coffee table. By placing it at one of the table I had a space where I could take Misty's legs and tie them above her head and well separated. I meant to grant her her wish for a serious asshole switching. My Boy throbbed with the idea. Every stroke would be pure pleasure for Him and every sob and scream would boil the semen deep within me.

 

          Misty returned, kneesocks and little short white gloves. She wore a white ribbon choker. Her makeup was beautifully done, just a touch too much, like a little girl would put it on. Her hair was in banana curls. She looked skinnier than ever. I brought her roughly to me, my  hand on her sex, my fingers ripping at her flesh. "You are my Darling Daughter." "Yes Daddy," she used her twelve year old girl voice and my Boy jumped against her belly. He was moist at the great red helmet and trailed seminal fluid on her flesh. Her fingers swiped at it and she put them in her mouth. "Oh Daddy, you feed me every day!"

 

          I kissed her full lips, sucking at them, biting. I thrust my tongue in her mouth, tasting myself on her tongue. I pinched and pulled her sex while I invaded her mouth, over and over, with the sword of my tongue. I wanted to cut her open, and of course, I would.

 

          "on the bench, on your back," "Yes Daddy." She put herself on the coffee table surface, bringing her legs to her chest. I took them, one after the other, and tied them to the exercise machine, turning its controls so that they were behind and over her head and spread as far apart as the  machine would allow, about four feet. I took the throw pillow from the couch and put it under the small of her back, so that her vulva and anus were pushed up and presented. "You wanted the switch?"

 

          She groaned and shuddered. "You know how much I hate the switch my Daddy. But," she licked her lips, the tears already glistening in her eyes, "It hurts me the worst, and I know that is what your Boy desires. I would give Him my soul, and this is part of that ideal. Yes, please switch my asshole until it bleeds, then use the blood to fuck my ass. Let me cry for your pleasure, my Father, my God."

 

 

When I had her bottom shoved up high like that I knelt before her genitals and anus at the end of the table and looked down the length of her. SO sweet and beautiful, my child, my daughter to be sacrificed to my Penis' cruel desire. I smelled her pussy and lightly licked her lips. She was full of nectar and it started to bleed from her, running across her asshole. I tongued her rose, tasting it's clean coppery taste. I licked her lightly, delicately for quite awhile, listening to hher oh and ah and then I started biting her labia,  harder and harder, until finally she cried out, "Daddy, hurts!" I pulled back and slapped her pussy hard with my hand. "I think it's time for Daddy's real fun," I chuckled.

 

"Oh yes, my Daddy. I am ready to be switched." She fluttered her eyes very prettily. Her breathing started to get ragged as I pulled the willow switches out from under the couch where I have been keeping them. She was so perfectly spread and displayed. All that flesh, all those nerves, just waiting for my Cock's desire. Like a musical instrument, I intended to play her for maximum singing. I wanted to hear her wail, beg. It made my Boy jump and spit those notes of panic and agony. 

 

"Are you my little girl?"

 

"Yes Daddy,"

 

"Will you give me your tears and your screaming?"

 

"Oh yes Daddy, take my pain for your Beauutiful Boy."

 

She was panting now, like a dog in heat. I drew the longest switch over my head and switched it down, almost to her crotch, making that lovely noise. Swish! Woohish! Then, without warning I laid that willow wand across her genitals, right down the center. She grew rigid and strained at her bonds and she hollered, "OH MY GOD!"

 

With that I switched her asshole, the tip going to the center of the rose. Hard. "OH Fuck!" Harder. "OH HELP HELP!" Hardest. "Wah!! WAHHHH! PLease Daddy stop stop STOP STOP. Hurts!!!!" I felt my Dick and HE was pleased. "Ten more baby cunt. Ten more to your asshole." I licked my lips and spit in my hand and rubbed Him up and down and I took the switch and  pulled it back  and set it to her asshole, aiming for the true center and watching her twist and turn trying to avoid it. Hmm good. I could take it no longer and I crouched before her and put Him to the wrinkled ring and drove Him as hard as I could up her bottom. 

 

"NO NOOONOOOO DADDY NOOOOO. TOOO BAD. HURTS ME HURS ME HURRRSSSS..." She was reduced to a sobbing child. Her cheeks were wet with her tears. I drove Him up her butt over and over and over and over. I thought I would never stop. I noticed there was some red on Him and realized I had made her bleed, whether with the switch or with the Boy I didn't know, but the knowledge of that and her continuous screaming and crying suddenly brought the most powerful orgasm of my life into my Cock and He sprayed her bottom with my cream. Over and Over. The waves of come, blasting His length up her. Over and over. My good little girl. My baby. My misty. She keened, like a hurt animal, one continuous note. "Ohhhhhhhh." So beautiful, her make up ruined by her tears. Her baby pussy all wet and swollen, needing to be hurt. There would be more today. Much more. 

 

I stayed there, hard in her for many minutes. She sobbed, her body shaking. It was beautiful and sad and sweet. I loved her so.