Daddy’s Gift

January 20

“You look perfect, my pretty one”

A smile draws itself on your lips and your head bows slightly. You’re presented just as I’d asked. Knelt down on your little cushion, naked save for black panties hugging your ass, hands on your lap and the deep purple lipstick I bought for you making your mouth look even more inviting than usual.

“Thank you, Daddy”

A low, almost imperceptible growl rumbles from me. We haven’t been playing long and the sound of your sweet little voice calling me Daddy makes my dick pulse like nothing else. You allow yourself a smirk.

Like all good little girls, you have Daddy wrapped around your little finger. He’ll give you what you need soon.

Slow, deliberate footsteps. I’m wearing my boots, making my steps heavier, the sound thudding in your ears. Each step bringing you closer to your gift.

You want to look up, but you daren’t. Not yet. If you’re going to make me punish you it has to be the right time, just before I use that slut mouth of yours. So the...not anger, but something like that, makes me drive into you with hunger and need.

I’m right in front of you now. The sound of my belt unlooping has your cunt twitch, your nails dig into your thighs as you know what’s to come. The cold leather smoothes over your chin, and slow but gentle pressure from me tilts your chin so your gaze meets mine.

Fuck, you look perfect.

Now. Now’s the time.

You bring your eyes down to meet my crotch. Outline of my thick cock straining.

‘Greedy bitch’

I yank your hair back so your eyes are again locked on mine, belt thrown over my shoulder.

‘You can’t wait, can you? Greedy. Little. Slut’

The last three words punctuated by my free hand slapping your tits. Light enough to just warm them up before the main beating, but sharp enough to sting.

‘Sorry Daddy’

You’re not sorry.

‘Chest out.’

You arch your back a little and thrust your tits out. A little too eagerly. Giving away the need. You want nurturing, being told you’re pretty and a good girl, but this first, please Daddy...

I make a show of wrapping my belt around my hand, leaving enough tapered to act as a biting whip.

Thwack.

You grunt, rather than cry out. The ache in your cunt you’ve been nursing since I called you to tell you to prepare yourself finally, finally being sated by my belt cracking against your tits.

‘Thank you, Daddy’

Each hit, alternating between your breasts hurts more than the last. But you barely flinch. Proud of yourself that Daddy wants to mark you before he ***ts you.
All too soon it’s over. Five strokes...not strokes. Hits. Five hits on each breast making them red and swollen. Tears of *** and relief, only a couple, trickle down your cheek. I swipe them up with my thumb and soothe you.

‘You can have what you want now, little one’

A breathless thank you escapes with a sigh as you unbutton my jeans and pull them down. Just to above my knees. My shorts next, and the satisfying ‘pop’ of my solid dick springing from the waistband. Thick. Hard as stone and almost purple with need. You open your mouth and I push down your throat. The time for patience is over. I need to use you.

Grabbing your hair, as much to keep balance as to control you, I push as deep as I can. The softness of my stomach and body hair against your nose a beautiful contrast with the rigid, pulsing cock now making you *** and gag. Reluctantly I pull out, knowing the signs of when you’ve had enough. Allowing you a moment’s composure before your greed overtakes you and you forget yourself, pulling me back into you.

‘Use me, Daddy. Please’

Both hands in your hair now. Moaning and gritted teeth. Such a pretty little, such a good mouth for Daddy.

I want to hold back, but you want it all. Slurping. Sucking. Wrapping your lips and throat around me.

You win.

I pull away and stroke the last few seconds before my orgasm explodes over your face. ***ting you. Hot, thick streams of come hit your cheeks and splatter down to your scarlet breasts. You have me so wound up though it’s not enough. I’m on the brink of another, more powerful orgasm so ram back into your mouth. Letting you taste what you’ve done. This time I come down your throat, roaring. Hands braced on the wall behind you as I shove my cock as far as it will go, my cum flooding your mouth.

Sensitive. So sensitive now. Aching and pulsing dick slipping from your mouth. You haven’t spilled a drop.

A smile. Not a smirk or a grin. A genuine smile on my face.

‘You did so well, my pretty little thing. Let Daddy help you’

I bring you to your feet and embrace you. You’re still wearing my come on your face and tits.

‘Let me clean you up’.

I guide you to the bathroom and run you the bubbliest bath you’ve seen. You giggle at the absurdity but feel that warm afterglow you crave. Daddy will look after you.

I help you into the bath and watch you luxuriate and wash. The water stings the welts and bruises now manifesting on your breasts but it’s just a reminder of the moment and you bite your lip and the memories. Fresh in your mind.

A soft, fluffy towel welcomes you after the bath, and I guide you to your bed.

Snuggles after the play. The perfect end.
‘Thank you Daddy’
You manage to murmer, as you drift off to sleep in my arms.