Part One

Naughty Girl

 

 

I stopped by a certain shop on the way home to collect a special surprise for you my little angel Jasmine. Having such a hot tight young body you deserve it my sweet little baby doll. I even had it gift wrapped with a cute little pink bow on top and everything. I can’t wait to see your face when you open it.

 

I open the door holding my package expecting you to be there to greet me but instead I’m met with silence. I check my phone, no messages to say you’ve gone out or you’re staying late at college. I assume you’re doing your homework. I sneak upstairs and head strait to your bedroom. I open door gently twisting the latch so as to enter silently. your room smells so nice not like the stuffy atmosphere of work. I take a deep breath in preparation to shout surprise!

 

Instead I’m met by a different sight awe inspiring yet disappointing I silently swing the door being extra careful not to make it creak hung up it’s old stiff hinges. I find you laying down in the plank position face planted firmly in a pillow completely naked. I can feel my member grow as it fills with hot blood. Your legs spread wide my mouth waters at the sight of your perfect quim, silky smooth, clearly you shaved as soon as you got home from college.

 

Your other hand is spreading your cheeks revealing a cute little butt hole and granting me a better view of your slippery fingers grinding against your tight, wet little pussy. I reach for my phone to to record some video evidence of your crime but my elbow catches the door and it creaks. Your head perks up like a rabbit caught in the headlights and you look behind to see me stood in the doorway menacingly. "what do you think you are doing young lady, you know masturbation without Daddies permission is strictly forbidden".

 

Your cute face turns rosie red as you blush. I grab your arm before you have a chance to reach for the bed sheets and cover what little modesty you have left. I sit down on the end of your bed and bend you over my lap. Laid bare and vulnerable I raise my hand, the other laid firmly on the small of your back holding you down firmly so you can’t escape I begin to spank you. The first strike makes a spectacular crack, echoing around the room, the sound of your moan making me grow even harder, my shaft pressing against your firm tummy.

 

Initially I only intended to give you ten lashes of the hand but the sight of your tight round bottom turning pink brings me to a frenzy. You begin to cry and whimper “Please stop!” but I know my baby doll, I adore you so much you know exactly how to manipulate me. Between your moans you begin to beg. “Oh. Please! Ah! Please-stop!” I can see right through it, you just get off on having the power to appeal to my paternal instincts, to melt my heart and spoil you like the little princess brat you are.

 

You’ve been very naughty and need to be punished, you’re not getting out of this one. The more You beg the harder I slap. After five minutes your firm young buttocks go from pink to red. I need to stop before you start to bruise as I want to take my baby swimming next week. To stop is like trying to stop during coitus you always need that one last stroke and before you know it that quickie has become a full on session.

 

I want to keep going but enough is enough it’s time to stop. Being a good daddy is as much about restraint as it is about teaching hard lessons. I can feel the heat radiate off your sweet lips as I rest my hand on the cusp of your bottom where it meets your thighs.

 

“Stand up Jasmine.” I snap. You look ashamed as you reach for the sheets to cover yourself. Instead I take them off you and direct you to the corner of the room facing the wall. You know the drill, hands on the wall, legs spread wide. “I can smell your sex from here, dirty little slut.” Your aroma makes my blood boil. I wonder if you can feel my breath on your neck as I growl in your ear. “I hope you’ll learn your lesson this time Jasmine.” I kiss you on the neck. Leaving the door open I flick the light off as I walk out of the room taking your present with me.

 

I make myself a cup of tea and sit on a chair outside your room and check my emails on my phone. Then I reach down beneath my waist line, there’s a slick patch on my boxer shorts where the sweet smell of you sex and the sounds of you moaning made my body react with pre-cum in anticipation of the hard pounding I was going to give you tonight. I’m a man of restraint, instead of giving in to my instincts I remove my hand and return to my cup of tea and read the news on my phone.

 

I take my time, glimpsing up at your hot body every now and then to make sure you haven’t moved. After bout half an hour in time out it’s time to see how you’re getting on. Leaving your present on the chair I head back into your room flicking the light back on. I can still smell your sex. I think to myself. ‘Why did she masturbate without asking first she knows that’s not allowed’. You look over your shoulder as I unbuckle my belt.

 

As the supple leather slithers through my belt loops like a snake you start sobbing again. “Please Daddy, I’ve learned my lesson”. But that’s what you said last time, I know you’ve probably been looking at pornography again. I grab you by your arm and sit you down on the bed. I want to see your honey drip as I give you the lash. "lay on your back, hold your legs in the air and keep them spread wide apart". You start to begg again, how pathetic.

 

“The offending parts of your body must be punished, you know that.” You assume the position completely exposed. You know what’s coming next. “You are going to get 12 hard strokes with the belt on your exposed vulva to teach you not to masturbate without Daddies permission” You start to sob yet again. “Daddy please!” I hate it when you beg, you can turn on the water works at will and it breaks my heart to see you cry but it must be done.

 

However the body doesn’t lie, your sweet buttocks are still red form spanking and I can see your wet lips are now engorged, you love it you little slut! You cry because you know I’ll feel guilty afterwards and end up rewarding you for being naughty! You make my blood boil! I look you in the eye as I wrap one end of the belt around each of my hands and pull on it until it makes a satisfying creaking sound which brings a huge menacing grin to my face.

 

I let go of the tail end and stretch out my arm to make sure I’m stood at the right distance for the tip of my belt to lick your wet little pussy as I strike you. You just stare at me speechless in anticipation as I savour the moment. I’m not holding back you’ve been so well behaved and I was looking forward to giving you your gift and you just ruined it by being naughty again. I will be taking my frustration out on your pussy.

 

All those hours in the gym have paid off, I use all of my strength as I sweep my arm down the tongue of my belt stinging your sweet lips with a thunder clap. I can see the pain pass through your body like lightning as it shoots into the part of your brain that deals with both pain and pleasure. I can tell it’s almost unbearable as you squirm desperately trying to hold back as you groan to the high heavens. Any louder and the neighbours will hear.

 

Your exposed pussy burns bright red as you catch your breath, your chest rises and falls violently as you gasp and groan. “One. Sorry. Daddy.” The first stroke is always the worst, it’s so counter intuitive to think that my little baby doll could benefit from the cold hard sting of my belt whipping her sweet sensitive lips. The seal is broken now I can continue safe in knowledge that we will both be better off in the end.

 

“Two. Sorry-Daddy.” Getting into the swing of things the third strike was particularly ruthless. I strike you so hard that I can see your labia become engorged as it burns an even deeper red. “Please let me rub it daddy, it hurts so much.” I’m not going to give you the satisfaction of masturbating, it would defy the whole point of the punishment in the first place. The punishment is twelve lashes and twelve lashes you will get.

 

“Four...Sorry...Daddy”.

“Ah! Five...Sorry Daddy”.

“Six.. Oh!-Sorry-Daddy”.

 

I can see your sweet little pussy glisten more and more until it starts to drip and the tip of my belt, coated in your precious juice starts to shine. I can’t help myself, I stop, placing my belt on your stomach, I kneel down in front of you. I grab you by the back of your knees and pull you towards my face until your hot buttocks are hanging off the edge of the bed. "I'm going to have to clean that dirty little pussy before we continue young lady" You nod in approval as if you have a say in the matter.

 

Even the slightest touch to your sweet ruby with the tip of my tongue is enough to make you squirm. I kiss it holding my lips to you for a few seconds before slowly pulling away. Your lips smack against my chin leaving a slick deposit on my face. I take a breath and go in for the kill. I wrap my mouth around your love bud, lightly sucking on it and clamping it gently between my teeth ready to give it my utmost attention.

 

I gently massage your clitoris with my tongue, your body grinding against my face uncontrollably smothering my face with your sweet nectar. I can feel your pulse through your sweet little jelly bean, unable to escape me, clamped between my teeth as your body ebbs and flows against my features. The massage becomes more and more vigorous until I feel your orifice tense and spasm against my chin and you let out a moan.

 

I’m afraid I can’t let you cum, that would defy the whole point of your punishment. A pity as I was really enjoying myself. I stand up, wipe my face and grab the belt which leaves a moist patch on your tummy where the tip had licked up your juices and deposited them on your tight body. I sniff the tip and then whip it right down on your engorged, now hyper sensitive clit. I see a tear run down the side of your face but you look flush as if in the heat of passion.

 

After the crack of the belt the room is filled with silence but for the sound of you gasping heavily as if drowning. The strike takes you by surprise making your legs snap together but I can’t let such a lack of discipline slip. "Jasmine, you know moving from position during punishment is very disobedient, and you know how I deal with disobedient little brats don’t you?!" You catch your breath. I wait for you to nod obediently and I’m still waiting to hear the words. ‘Seven. Sorry Daddy.”

 

Finally I hear your cute voice as you reluctantly part your fine legs. "Yes daddy."

"You will be caned first thing tomorrow morning before college young lady"

"yes daddy"

"Good. Now get back into position now... we will do the 7th one again"

"Yes daddy". I can see you spasm inside. “Good.” I don’t hold back this time, I strike you as hard as I can with a loud whipping crack. "Owww!... Ah... Seven... Sorry-Daddy".

 

You’re crying again and this time I know they’re tears of pain but they look like tears of joy, it’s beautiful. Your hot body is covered in sweat, you’re quivering and your sweet smelling room now smells of your hot sex but I must continue without mercy, you’ve got to learn. Three strokes in quick succession right on your ruby let you know I mean business. "Eight. Sorry Daddy, Nine. Sorry Daddy, Ten. Sorry daddy"

 

I pause savouring the moment, the sight of your stunning body all hot and sweaty, your sweet pussy, the look in your eyes. Your pert breasts, I can’t break eye contact the look in your eyes makes me grin like a Cheshire cat it’s incredible. I compose myself inside, holding back my deep burning desire to have my way with you right now.

 

"For the final two strokes, I'd like you to reach down and spread your pussy lips apart, as far as you can, so I can strike your clit directly" Pinching your sweet swollen lips tightly and stretching them apart, I can see inside your tight little love tunnel. I position myself, lining my body up so that when I fully extend my arm and strike down with my belt the very tip of the leather will bite your bean with a hard terrifying sting.

 

As I strike I think for a second that I might have gone too far, I feel hot, I start to sweat and I hear your sweet voice let out a sobering scream. But the feeling lasts only a fleeting moment. My ears perk up as I realise that underneath the moan of agony there is a groan of pure lust and ecstasy almost as if there are two souls inside your body desperate to come out and express your extreme pain and deep pleasure. I grow so hard it starts to throb.

 

You’re still in control of your body, your young but well disciplined body maintaining position the argument in my mind over weather you should get the final stroke you need is over. I’m impressed. “Eleven! Thank you Daddy!” Just what I needed to hear. The final strike must always be a blow to remember lest you forget that this is a punishment. I know you’re ready when you look me right in the eye and grit your teeth with determination. I’m so proud of you.

 

As you close your eyes I see you tense up and your toes curl. I wrap each end of the belt around a hand again and pull on it so you can hear it straining. I wait for you to relax a little, almost mesmerised as I watch your chest breathlessly rise and fall. Then finally when the room is so quiet you could hear a pin drop and it would sound like Thor’s hammer I strike one last time.

 

The belt whips through the air like a whirlwind sounding almost is if it’s in slow motion before finally it clashes with your ruby red clitoris. Tot to the touch and exposed it looks as if it’s almost glowing red. My belt licks your gem one last time with a rough touch that stings deep. “Twelve. Sorry Daddy” Any more and I think I would have drawn blood!

 

Your body takes a second to process the information as a million nerve endings shock your brain with such intense stimulation. You gasp for air your mouth letting out a silent scream as your body reels in agony. Your back arches like that moment, after hours of teasing you on the edge of orgasm when my knob end finally pops inside and I thrust myself so deep that your lips kiss my coin purse and you gasp like a fish out of water. So intense.

 

"I think I’d better help you cool that pussy down before you go to bed young lady" I stop gazing at your perfect body and stand up. I wipe my belt on my shirt then put it belt back on and go and get a glass of water with some ice. I return to see you still laying there, your body still buzzing in pleasure/pain. I get on my knees and kiss your sweet little ruby.

 

I take take a mouthful of water placing an ice cube on my tongue to cool my mouth before I give your labia a long sensual lick as if I’m licking an ice cream. Your slick sex covers my face and I lick my lips with glee. Ice still in my mouth I suck on your little gem, hearing your sweet voice sigh in relief makes the hair on my neck stand on end.

 

“Put your hands behind your head baby doll”. I can feel you relax a little as you do so. I kiss your clitoris, my lips moist with your juices then I use my tongue to gently ease an ice cube inside you. Inside your hot body it melts within less than a minute and your pussy feels cold to the touch of my tongue as it warms up again. I get to work licking up all your honey, stopping every now and then to lick my lips where my face has become slick with your precious substances.

 

You soon start to quiver, getting closer and closer to the final perfect climax but naughty girls shouldn’t get what they want. Just as you’re about to cum on my face I pull away and slap your sweet little pussy with a wet smack. “As your finale punishment this evening, I'm going to send you to bed without allowing you to reach orgasm"

"No! Oh please daddy"

“No.”

 

"I'll be checking on you later tonight, and if I catch you playing with yourself or if I inspect between your legs and find that you’re wet, you can expect another, longer and much harder pussy whipping young lady. You understand?"

"Yes daddy."

 

I help you up and give you a big hug, smelling your hair as I comb my fingers through it and I feel you melt in my arms as whisper in your ear. “Good girl”. I lay you down on the bed and kiss you on the forehead. As I get up I grab your bed sheets "You won't be needing these tonight young lady". I switch the light out as I leave the door open so if you dare touch yourself in the night I’ll hear you. I go to my room. As I undress I make sure to put my bamboo cane to one side ready for the morning.

 

At about three in the morning I wake up to find you climbing into bed next to me so I let you be little spoon and hold you gently as I whisper in your ear. “You better behave tomorrow because I have a few new punishments to try out on you if you don’t...”