“Take off your clothes. Now.” Daddy’s tone brooked no dissent. I stripped as he watched.  “Hands on the bed, legs spread.” I put arms and hands on the bed, my ass up and legs spread.  I waited.  No warm up, no real warning, then a cane to the ass.  The burning sting bit my ass cheek and I cried out.  I tried to take it and keep it in but this time, every breath and every sigh was vocal.

Another stinging bite to the other ass cheek had my legs tensing.  This was going to be harsh and I didn’t have my sea legs.  We haven’t played with pain in a long time.  The following strikes were light taps.  Finally some warming hits, oh thank god, I thought as I intentionally slowed my breathing which had ramped up quickly.  

His face pushed in between my ass cheeks. His tongue probed and pushed hot wetness into my most private parts.  

He pulled back and said, “You are my whore.  Mine.  Say it.”  I took a deep breath searching for my voice.

“I’m your whore Daddy.  Yours.  I’m yours.”  

“That’s right,” he said.  Something else hit my ass.  It could have been a crop or a flogger held tightly.  It was less stingy than the cane by far but still intense.  With his words, his dominance began to overtake me. The hot pain seared the words into my skin.  Over and over the strikes hit me on the ass, on the back.  I gasped, I cried out, he continued. 

“You are my dirty little slut. Take it slut.”  More strikes and the pain coalesced inside me.  I couldn’t catch my breath.

“On your back whore.” I took as deep a breath as I could and flipped over. “Legs spread, play with yourself.”  He left for a minute to use the bathroom.  I lay there rubbing my clit in such a dither.   He takes me to such a deep place when he’s harsh and dominant.  I was close to hyperventilating.  I needed to calm down but God I loved this.  I strummed my clit like a guitar.  I was so hot for him.  I wanted his cock so badly.  

He mounted the bed between my legs and watched me masturbate.  “That’s right, rub that clit for Daddy.” He leaned in and pushed the tip of his cock inside me.  I moaned and wrapped around him.  “Hands behind your head.”  Damn it, I wanted to touch him. “Yeah, I know,”  he said, responding to my thoughts.  He reads me like a well worn book. 

His iron hand gripped my neck.  I squeaked as I tried for a last breath of air. I slipped ever deeper into submission to him.  It is automatic when he does this. My fear, his dominance, my submission, his power quicken in this act. 

“You are mine.  None of the June Cleaver act here.  The Beav can’t have you.   You are mine, got it?” Each staccato word was emphasized by a squeeze to my neck.  The world narrowed to him and my air.  

“Mine. Say it.” His hand did not loosen at all.  I grunted words that had no hope of being intelligable.  “Again.”  More grunting.  He seemed satisfied and allowed a smidgen air.  

Finally, he slammed his cock fully to the hilt in one long stroke.  My eyes rolled into the back of my head.  The pleasure along with his hand releasing my breath exploded together inside me.  This is my addiction.  He captures it all. He fucked me long and hard.  

“Present your tits slave.” I cringed and gathered them together.  I presented them to him.  The cane materialized in his hand.  I whimpered.  The cane bit my nipples, my tender breasts.  It hurt so damn much.  I cried but I squirted fluid all over his cock.  Damn my traitorous body. 

He pulled out without finishing. I still hadn’t caught my laboring breath. “I’m not finished with you slut.  Be ready.  You will take my seed later.”  

I nodded, “Yes Daddy.”

“Go take a shower, we have a half hour until we meet everyone.” I got up from the bed on wobbly legs.  It was a shower of regaining my breath and gathering myself around me again.