Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
“Scott doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing with his dick, Holly. I’ll always be better than him. Always.”
“I know that now, Dad. I’m sorry. He was shit, ok? He was shit!”
Daddy keeps slapping me, and I pant, taking it. My thighs must be pink as he keeps on punishing his dirty little girl. When he spreads my pussy lips again, he pushes two fingers in. I’m so slick with the remnants of Scott that I’m a slurpy mess. Daddy holds his fingers up to show me.
“Your pussy took this, Holly, so it’s going to have to be punished for it, you understand?”
I whimper. “Please, Dad… I’ve learnt my lesson…”
“No you haven’t, sweetheart, we haven’t even started yet.”
“Don’t hurt me there, please,” I say, then bite my lip, fighting back fake tears.
“I’m sorry, but you need to be taught. Start behaving and keep your legs spread for me.”
“How many times are you going to hit me?”
“Until you’ve really learnt your lesson.”
He shrugs off his suit jacket and rolls up his sleeve. I brace myself as he places his hand on my pussy, because oh fuck, how I love pussy pain. His forearms are so strong, so muscular and veined. His hand slaps like a beast, and I’m moaning for him from the first slap, squirming as it makes my skin flame. I let the words tumble free from my mouth, please, Daddy, that hurts so bad. Daddy, I’ve learnt my lesson, I promise. I promise.
Oh fuck. FUCK. He slaps me even harder, using his strength until he’s grunting. I assume he’s done with the punishment when he breaks the rhythm, but he looks me right in the eyes, and he must see the lust there under my squeals. We’re fixed in time. His stare digging right into my filthy fucking heart.
And I give him the slightest nod. Just a tiny hint.
I want more and Daddy knows it.
“Spread your pussy lips,” he tells me. “Show me that dripping hole that Scott left behind.”
I do as I’m told, making sure I reveal my clit, proud and ripe, because I know what’s coming. He circles it with his fingers for just a few seconds as I gasp, and I close my eyes and tip my head back.
“Don’t you dare close yourself, Holly. Don’t you fucking dare.”
“I won’t, I’ll take it like a good girl.”
I cry out as he lands the first slap, right on my swollen clit. My fingers are already trembling as he lines up for another.
“Think of Scott, sweetheart. Think of the dirty things he’s done to you, and say sorry as you take your punishment.”
Fuck, how he hits me.
“Sorry, Daddy.”
Another one.
“SORRY!” I cry out, panting.
He does another two in quick succession, aiming his hand just right, and it hurts, oh God how it hurts, but I want it to. I want Daddy to punish me.
“If you’re going to act like a slut, Holly, you’re going to pay for it.”
“I know, Daddy. SORRY!”
I’m a trembling wreck as he carries on punishing my spread cunt, my clit hurting so bad it’s stinging like sin. The tears in my eyes are real, but I do as I’m told and no matter what, I keep myself open for him.
He’s panting himself when he stops.
I look down and see how pinked up I am, and my pussy lips are swollen, the dark bloom of the pain beautifully clear.
“You’re full up with his filthy cum,” Daddy says as he slides three fingers inside me. “I’m going to wash it out of you.”
My pussy hurts as he pulls me up from the sofa. He slaps my ass as he sends me upstairs ahead of him, then shoves me into the bathroom from behind. I stare on in shock as he sets the temperature of the shower to cold and switches it on.
“I’m not going to give you time to get undressed, Holly. You’ve been too naughty. Get in the shower, right now.”
I step in on shaking legs, trying to avoid the freezing jet of the water.
“Sit down,” he tells me. “Hitch yourself up. I need to wash you.”
“But Daddy, it’s going to be so cold!”
He looks me right in the eyes. “Do you want me to make you a clean girl again or not?”
It’s my choice, I can feel it. I’m tingling all over, and I can’t believe I really want this, but I do. I’m going to be scrubbed in cold water, and I want it. I want whatever Daddy wants to give his little girl.
I sit down in the shower tray and brace my back against the wall, and I spread my legs, exposing my sore, swollen cunt for him. He sprays me all over first, making me gasp for breath, the water icy cold, soaking my uniform and it’s horrible and good both at once, being treated like this. I look up at Daddy with his gorgeous salt and pepper hair over mahogany. His bright green eyes are beautiful as they hold onto mine, and his beard is immaculate, trimmed to perfection.