“Looks like you have a good time planned. If you ever need a hand with discipline techniques (I’m assuming that’s what you are getting into) give me a shout. I used to be into the submissive scene. I still like it a little, but I learned a good deal about punishment.”
“Really?”
“So, if you would like me to come teach you, I get off at five, and I could come show you.”
“I think I would like that, about as much as my slut would. But, I do have a question. What if my slut was someone who shouldn’t be my slut?”
“Ooh, like maybe a naughty teen daughter, or son? I think it would be even hotter. I always fantasized about my dad catching me doing something and punishing me.”
“Well, if we are on the same page, here’s my address. Be there around 8?”
“I’m getting wet thinking about it. By the way, I’m Michelle. See you at 8.”
So I took my purchases out to the car and put them in the trunk, and I took Jane home. When we got in the door, Jane immediately removed her clothes, and took her new thongs to her room. When she came down, she had all of her old underwear, and was heading to the trash. I stopped her from throwing them away, and explained that she could keep them for a certain time of the month, when walking around in a thong or going naked would be impractical. Later her phone started ringing any her friend Tara was calling to see if they could go catch an early movie.
I asked what time it started and when she would be home. She said it was at six, got over at eight, and she would have to drive Tara home, as she didn’t have a car yet. I decided it would work perfectly, and let her go.
After she left, I went back to the car and got my purchases from the adult store. I took them up to the bedroom, and I threw the anal toys and lube in the night stand, and put the riding crop and cat-o-nine in a dresser drawer. I then went about installing the restraint system on the bed. When I had it installed I tucked away the restraints, and stepped back to look at the bed. I was surprised to see that the system was very discreet, and even if you looked hard you couldn’t tell it was there.
“This is gonna be good,” I said out loud.
When 8:00 rolled around, there was a light knock at the front door, and I opened it up to see that Michelle was right on time.
“Glad you could make it, Michelle,” I said.
“Me too, Daddy. But please, call me Shelly. That’s what my dad always called me. And to this day, it gets me wet to hear it.”
“Well, call me Steve, Shelly.”
“No, I like Daddy. And guessing from that bulge, you do to.”
I couldn’t argue her logic. I fixed her a drink, and took her back to the bedroom. She inspected the restraints, and said they were nice and secure.
“If this wasn’t about punishing your daughter, I’d let you tie me up and make me your little slut right now,” Michelle said with an evil grin.
“And I would love to teach Shelly wrong from right. But we need to focus on why we are here.”
Michelle went on to show me how to properly grip each toy, how to manipulate them to tease Jane, and how to deliver a blow. I didn’t know spanking could be so technical. She explained that it isn’t about beating her into submission. It is about building her up to that point where she is butter, but at the same time, giving just enough painting prove the point. She told me about a dom who beat her so bad that she couldn’t work for two days, due to the welts and cuts on her ass and backs of her thighs.
“And that’s why you have to be careful. What can start as fun kink can literally hurt her. That guy was just a sadist. Worse than Marquis de Sade.”
She let me test out the techniques on her as we waited for Jane to get home. She was wearing a leather skirt, so she bent over the edge of the bed, and lifted it up to reveal that she wasn’t wearing any panties. She talked me through the techniques of teasing, and then she said to hit her. I had the riding crop in my hand, and placed a good firm “whack!” on her left ass cheek, being mindful to only hit with the leather fob.
“Mmm, Daddy, you are a fast learner!” she squealed, as I popped her again.
I then grabbed the tails, and with a flick of the wrist, I popped the tips of the leather strips against her right ass cheek. The effect was definitely different. Where the crop left a centralized reddened area, the tails were more spread out, reddening almost the whole cheek.
“Oh, Daddy, you’re making me so wet!”
“Well, when my slut gets here, making you cum will be part of the punishment.” No sooner than the words were spoken, Jane opened the door.
“I’m home, Daddy!”
I motioned for Michelle to wait in the master bath, and called out, “In the bedroom, Sweetie. Come back here. I need to talk to you.”
“Coming!” she called out, and I thought “Not yet, but soon.”
She came in, still peeling off her clothes to be in the appropriate attire for the house, till she was only clad in a satin thong.
“Kneel down, like a good slut,” I told her as I sat on the bed. “Today, when we went shopping, you did something naughty.”
“You mean when I bent over, and showed you your slut’s pussy, Daddy?”
“Yes. I know that you were just trying to get me horny so I would come home and fuck you. But I won’t be manipulated by my slut. Also, you had turned enough heads with they way you were dressed, and if someone had seen that, it could have been really bad for both of us. So, you are to be punished.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Jane answered sullenly, her lip trembling.
“On the bed, hands and knees,” I ordered her. “Don’t worry, your punishment won’t be too bad. Who knows, you might start messing up to receive more.”
When she was in the bed, she was shaking, but I grabbed the wrist restraints and attached them to her wrists, then pulled the straps tight making, pulling her arms out I front of her so she was on her knees, laying on her face. I then attached the ankle cuffs and adjusted them so they pulled her feet apart without pulling her off of her knees.
Jane was in full tears now, not crying so much as sniffling, which meant that I could have stopped, but I intended to expand my slut’s sexual horizon. I went to the drawer and pulled out the crop and tails. Tucking the tails under my arm, I started tracing the crop over the panty line of Jane’s thong.
“Now, Sweetie, how did daddy punish you as a little girl when you were bad?”
“You spanked me, Daddy.”
“Yes, and now, daddy’s slut is too big to turn over my knee. That’s why the restraints. So now…” POP! “You are going to get your spanking for showing everyone your pretty cunt.”
Jane squirmed as I rubbed my open palm over the redding spot on her ass where I swatted her with the crop, and as I continued to trace the panty line with the crop. POP! I swatted the other ass cheek with the crop and continued to rub over the new welt. Jane let out a squad that sounded less pained and more excited with the second spank, I used the crop to pull her thong to the side so I could see her pussy. To my surprise, she was already starting to glisten as her pussy began to seep it’s tasty juices.
I continued to spank Jane with the crop, enjoying her squirming and squealing with each strike. I then decided to issue punishment number two:
“Shelly, can you come out please?”
“Who is Shelly?” Jane asked.
“Remember when you gave yourself to me, and you said that your body was mine to do as I pleased? That I could use you, share you, whore you out? Well, I found a nice girl to share your body with.”
Michelle came out of the bathroom with nothing on, her short blonde hair gracefully falling about her shoulders. Her B cups were standing proudly, with small pert nipples sticking out.
“Ooh, Daddy I can’t wait for you to share her with me,” she cooed. “I would love for her to eat my pussy.”
She crawled on the bed, and traced her fingers from Jane’s dripping pussy all the way up her spine, then to her head. She sat I front of Jane with her legs spread, and lifted her head.
“Jane? You are your Daddy’s slut?” she asked, kind of confused.
“Yes, Michelle. Daddy found out I worked at the store. He showed me the movie we made, then one he made of me blowing him in the glory hole. He punished me that night, and I liked it so much, I said I would be his slut,” she explained.
“Well, Daddy, this is interesting. You said teen daughter, and I hired a 21 year old. How old are you really, slut?” Michelle asked.
“Seventeen,” I told her.
“Mmm, I can’t wait to have this young slut lick my pussy.”
Michelle pushed Jane’s mouth onto her cunt, and moaned as Jane started to lick at her slit. I started fingering Jane’s wet pussy as I dropped the riding crop and grabbed the tails. WHAP! The sudden jolt of the tails on her already red ass made her face drive into Michelle’s cunt, and her pussy clenched around my fingers. I gave her a few more blows with the tails, heating up her ass and making it glow red.
I pulled my fingers out of Jane and walked to the night stand, and grabbed the plugs and lube. I went back to Jane and took in the scene as I watched my little slut-daughter eat her boss’s pussy. I knelt down behind Jane and took a long lick of her snatch, from her throbbing little clit to her tight pucker. When I hit her asshole with my tongue, she moaned and pushed back against my tongue. Taking my slut’s encouragement, I pressed my tongue as hard as I could against her pucker, and tried to push it in. While she was willing, and loving getting her ass tongue-punched, I decided to break out the plugs. While I licked and slurped at her asshole, I squeezed som lube in the end of the plug, and spread it around. I sat up and brought the toy to her ass. When I started pushing it against her rosebud, she was pushing back, moaning delightfully into Michelle’s pussy.
One inch of the plug made its way through her ring, and she was moaning uncontrollably against Michelle’s twat.
“Ooh, eat me slut! Show your big sister Shelly what a good slut you are! Eat my pussy!” Michelle commanded. Calling herself Jane’s big sister was so hot, and I continued to work the plug deeper into Jane’s ass. It was so awesome to watch her tight little hole stretch around the plug (which was still only about half the diameter of my cock) and then tightly seal again after the fattest portion went in her ass.
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