“You’ve been a bad girl haven’t you?” He asked with sadism dripping from his voice.
My nipples hardened hearing his tone change and I knew I was in trouble. He wanted to hurt me. He wanted to make sure I learnt a lesson.
“Define bad.” I responded against my better judgement. Continuing to push his buttons and draw out a nastier punishment. He laughed and knelt down beside my still body.
“You just can’t help yourself can you little girl? You’ve forgotten how to be good haven’t you?” he gripped my small erect nipple in his hand and pinched it hard. I winced and wriggled, my mouth open, ready for a rebuttal but he continued “that’s why you need Daddy isn’t it? That’s why you need a Dom to teach you, train you and most importantly,” his fingers pinched my nipples harder through the fabric of my little purple dress as he continued “most importantly, you need a Daddy to punish you.”
I whimpered and moaned, “you mean old man!” He raised an eyebrow and clicked his tongue disapprovingly.
“And here for a moment I considered being nice. Now; where are they?” He said as he began to look around the room.
I turned my head, trying to follow his gaze but the ropes pulled at my skin and held me still. He moved off the ground and disappeared momentarily and came back with three canes and a whip. My eyes went wide and I instantly felt like a bunny caught in a trap.
“No no nooooo” I whined desperately “not the canes Daddy! I hate them, I hate them!”
He chuckled and made a patronising “Awh” sound as he looked down over me. “Little girl hates the big bad canes.”
He teased and spoke in a little baby voice. The embarrassment flushed through my skin as he patronised me and I felt my cheeks blush pink.
“Screw you.” I said without thinking.
I watched Daddy clench the canes in excitement and saw his pants tighten around his large cock.
“Oh little girl, you are really desperate for a punishment today aren’t you? Such a bad, filthy little mouth on you. Little girls aren’t supposed to speak like that. I guess it’s my responsibility to make sure you learn to behave like a good little girl, as it definitely seems like you’ve forgotten.”
He ran a thin black cane along my thighs as I lay on the floor and I shivered with fear.
“No no, Daddy please. I can be good, you don’t need to cane me.”
Daddy smiled and ran his thumb over the cusp of my lip. “We both know that’s a lie little girl.” Daddy pulled at the seams of the ropes and ensured they were tight enough and that it wasn’t pinching my skin dangerously. “So, how many licks of the cane does little girl need today to remember her manners?” Daddy asked as he continued to explore my body with his fingers. He flicked my dress up slightly so that my panties were on display. “Oh dear, little girl, you’ve made a mess of your panties too. So not only do you have a filthy little mouth but you have a filthy little pussy too.”
I blushed and closed my eyes in response to the humiliation but felt my pussy get even wetter. Daddy knew I got off on the embarrassment and his cock hardened every time he had the opportunity to dish it out to his bratty little submissive.
“I don’t want to mark your bottom just yet little girl. I’m saving that for Saturday night when I publicly spank you at the kink event, so for now, I think your thighs will do.”
I shook my head in apprehension. “I hate the cane Daddy! It hurts!”
Daddy chuckled and ran a finger along the edge of my jaw. He tilted my chin up, so I was looking directly into the eyes of a man who enjoyed inflicting pain onto willing submissives and said “it’s supposed to hurt little one. That’s how you’ll remember not to do it again.”
I wriggled wildly, getting a burst of bratty fire within me and desperately attempted to put some distance between Daddy, the canes and I. I writhed on the floor and cried out in frustration as Daddy just grabbed one of the rope ends and pulled tight, making me wince as the fibres of the rope dug into my skin.
“Ughhhh… you jerk!” And just like that, without missing a beat, Daddy made a perfect line across my thigh.
The pain felt like fire and I curled my toes and jerked my limbs as Daddy watched my skin flush red. He rubbed the mark from the cane softly and then dug his fingers in.
Chuckling as I whimpered. “Now, 9 more to go.” He said with a grin. I shook my head “no no nooo, I don’t want it!!”
Despite the sting in my thigh, I felt my legs clench together, trying to dull the ache in my pussy. My body was a vicious truth teller and even my body knew that a part of me desperately wanted this. Better yet, my body knew that I desperately needed this. In the perfect world, Daddy would have reached down and rubbed my swollen pink clit through the fabric of my panties, but sadly, even I knew that only that would happen to good girls and girls who were not being punished with a caning.
Daddy repositioned my body, held my legs firmly down on the floor and said “now listen little girl. You need to accept that you are being punished. You have been bad and as Daddy’s submissive, it is your job to accept this punishment. You also need to understand that if you move or wriggle away when Daddy is about to strike your pretty little thighs with the cane, I could seriously hurt you. And whilst I enjoy seriously hurting you, I know a little thing like you can only take so much can’t you princess?”
The way he spoke made me melt and I subconsciously lifted my hips slightly off the ground, my pussy taking control and begging for his touch. I didn’t want to nod but I knew I had limited options at this point; I was well and truly a bunny caught in the trap and I knew I would have to lay in the bed that I had made.
My legs trembled slightly as I watched Daddy lift the cane up and bring it down with a swift force.
“Count for Daddy little one. Say the number and thank Daddy for punishing you.”
I whined and reluctantly mumbled, “one. Thank you Daddy for my punishment.”
Daddy brought the thin devilish tool down once more, going between each of my thighs, making sure the lines were neat and pretty. “Two, thank you Daddy.” My voice quivered as my thighs stung. Daddy switched to a thicker, brown sturdy cane and I couldn’t help but cry out, “please! I’m sorry! I’ll be good” I pleaded.
Daddy laughed and said “Awh, little girl, you normally have a lot more fight in you. So quick to apologise today hey? We’re only at number three little one, we’ve got a while to go. Can’t take your punishment like a big girl can you?”