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Bad Little

By: smexykitten234



Author's note: hi, I'm tori. This is a half function half non-fiction relating of how my and my Daddy's life is. If you really like my story I'll do more. Any help or comments are welcome. I'll be more than appreciative. I am very thankful for the editing help and add on to my story by John, one of the very awesome editors here on Lit. Everyone is 18 years or older.

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I was told by you that I wasn't allowed to go to see those new horror movies without you because the previews had frightened me. I had explained that you had work and my friends could only go that night. You still told me no. I acted like a grumpy brat and earned myself corner time which pissed me off more but I kept it inside. I even kissed you bye-bye.

Once you left I sat on the sofa and had my friends come over. As soon as they arrived I was playing with the TV remote, trying to order the films up. With a frustrated sigh I gave up when the system started asking for a password, which you hadn't given me since you knew I'd order movies you wouldn't approve of, like "Magic Mike". And expensive porn.

Seeing my disappointment my friends had the idea of sneaking me out so we could go into town to watch the film at the cinema instead. Courtney told me it wasn't a good idea, but I was already thinking about it, remembering the corner time you'd given me, as well as my frustration over the password. After I moment's thought I finally made my decision and went with them. Little did I know you had the neighbors checking in on me, having told them I was feeling ill and needed to stay in, and as soon as I left the house you got the call telling you I was gone and that I'd been seen leaving with some other girls. You knew exactly where I was going and could've stopped me right then, but instead you decided to get to get a little fun from my misbehaviour.

After the film my friends came back to the house for a while, and after an hour of chatting about the film, comparing our favourite scenes and complaining about the worst bits, they girls left, waving goodbye as I saw them out the door. You arrived home late, well passed my bedtime to find me sitting on the living room couch with all the lights on, too scared to go to bed. My body is trembling all over from fear as the memory of the film haunted me.

This was the last straw, I'd been breaking rules all month long and you'd had enough of my rebellious ways. Stepping up to me, and before I can say anything, you tell me with a strict, cold voice that you know exactly what I've been upto. Gripping me by my arm you drag me to my bedroom, telling me that even though you're tired and I'm frightened, I've been very naughty and deserve a bedtime spanking.

I begin to cry and you tell me that it won't work this time as you bend me over your knees. Sniffling, I think to myself that at least it will only be a hand spanking, and that won't be too bad. Lifting my nighties you slowly pull down my girly panties, leaving my bare bottom on full display. I whimper and wiggle a little, trying to protect myself from you to no avail, one of my arms is pinned against you as you pull me tightly onto your lap and with your strong hand you grab my other arm tightly, holding it in place against my back as I try to get away.

You begin spanking me nice and hard, your strong hand coming down on my buttocks in a relentless flow of rapid blows. I squirm on your lap as you keep hitting my backside, my sore buttocks getting more and more painful with each strike, until after around 50 strokes you finally stop. Relaxing I think you're finished, my raw backside throbbing painfully from your beating, but you tell me that I count the next fifteenth as you reach over to the nightstand and pick up my favourite hairbrush.

I whine and wiggle more, gasping and crying out as I feel the hard crack of the wooden brush. Between my sobs I call out the numbers loudly, not wanting a single blow to not count. The first few hurt, but not too badly, but as you continue the pain in my butt grows until I'm squirming in your lap, desperate to get away from the next strike as you bring the brush down hard again and again. As I sob and cry out you continue, stopping only when I miss count to correct me and hit again, even harder. Tears are streaming down my face by the end and having missed count twice I'd received seventeen total hits with the brush before you finally let up.

Telling me to go to bed you cuddle up next to me, your hand gently stroking over my sore bottom for half an hour as I lay there crying. You tell me that I am safe and that you have me and after a few moments we're both asleep.

In the morning you wake me early with a bottle of aloe to rub on my bottom, which even after a night's sleep is still feeling sore. I tell you that I've learnt my lesson and won't sneak out again. You tell me that I am forgiven but my punishment is not anywhere near over. Whining and whimpering I tell you that I'm sorry and that I learnt, but you tell me you've heard it all before and this time I've really crossed the line and unless you punish me properly I'm sure to do it all again in a month, a week, or sooner.

I put my head down and whimper. You tell me since I've been bad I don't deserve a bubble bath with my toys and instead I have to go shower by myself. Pouting slightly I headed off to the bathroom, trying not to act too mean at your harsh treatment in the hopes you'd let it go. By the time I'm done you've already picked out a dress for me to wear and once I've finished preparing myself I walk into the kitchen to find breakfast waiting too, a happy face of syrup and butter on the pancakes you've cooked for me.

I giggle and twirl in my dress, letting you see I'm not wearing panties, before you beckon me over. As I get close you reach up and squeeze my bottom, which is still a little warm from my spanking the night before but in a strangely nice way as your fingers brush over it. You tell me to eat as you sit next to me and I help myself to the strawberry milk that you'd prepared for me as I watch you drink your coffee.

I eat as much as I can, and when I'm full you lift me up and carry me over to plop me down in my punishment 'room'. It was really just a section of the spare room which had been converted to an office, but we both know what it means when you put me there. I whine and pout as you inform me that I am gonna be here until you leave for work. I humph and cross my arms over my chest, but reluctantly do as I'm told.

In my punishment 'room' there are no toys for me to play with or crayons for me to color with. I only have homework that I can do to entertain myself or books to read that were all informational and boring. When I'm in that space I cannot leave on my own and I have to ask to do anything that requires leaving, even the potty. If I hold it to the point I wet myself I am cleaned by Daddy, spanked and then put in diapies. I hate diapers they always are too fluffy. With nothing better to do I start to doodle on the lined paper there for my homework while listening to you in the living room watching TV, which makes me feel sad since I can't snuggle with you and you might be cold without me.

You come into the room about noon and tell me it's nap time. I beg you to cuddle me as I snooze for you, saying that I really am sorry. After a moment's thought you relent, knowing that I'm in need of you. You sit down beside me as I rest my head in your lap and as I begin to fall asleep you remind me that my punishment isn't over, but in that moment I don't care what the future may bring.

Half way through my nap I wake with a blood curdling scream. You come rushing to me, taking me in your arms and holding me tight, repeatedly telling me that I am safe. After I calm down you lecture me on exactly why you didn't want me to see that movie without you. I never have nightmares when I see a movies with you. I keep quiet and lower my head knowing you were right. You lay back down with me and calm me back into sleep.

When nap time is over you gently wake me and I yawn and smile at you as you lift me, only to start whining and crying again as I see I am gonna be put back into my punishment 'room'. You tell me that I had this coming and leave me sniffling in the corner as you return to the living room. This continued for the rest of the day, with you only let me leave my corner twice, both times to go to the potty. Finally you came to me and told me to follow you, which I quickly did without whining or crying this time, but still pouting behind your back.

Leading me into the dining room you showed me the table already set with our meals before pointing to my seat and telling me I had to eat everything. Knowing I'd pressed my luck as much as I could I did as instructed, sitting quietly as I cleaned my plate. When you moved to take the empty plate away I asked whether I' be allowed any ice-cream, but you told me naughty girls don't get ice-cream. I pouted and humphed with annoyance, after all I'd eaten all my food, even the horrid vegetables.

You told me that I had someone to meet and wondered who it was. You moved to the door and opened it, letting a fairly large man come into the room. I didn't recognise him, but wasn't scared because he was a daddy too. I had thought he was here for daddy, but then daddy told me he was my babysitter and that I was to have no friends over for a month.

I started stomping my feet, saying that it wasn't fair. You then went on to explain that I am to now always have a babysitter until you know I won't sneak out. I go and plop on the couch and when you come near me to get you kiss good bye you tell that I'd better behave because you gave the man permission to put me in my punishment room and in the corner.

I stare up at you in disbelief and start to argue but you said that If I give him any problems with that, then you'll come home and watch as he paddles my butt and then I'll get it again from you after he leaves. I just sit and pout on the couch as you leave... I never was bad, afraid that you'd fulfill your promise.

And after that month of punishment and humiliation, of having to be babysat, I never have snuck out again... yet.

Bad Little Bat



Gotham is a big scary dark city. Barbra grew up here. She is a bright girl, quite small and agile, with a mind and body that match. School come easy for her, as most things did. Still, she was poor. On her Father’s salary, she could not complain. Not even the Police Commissioner makes that much in Gotham, partly to keep the cops looking for bribes and hand outs. Everything in that city seemed geared toward corruption, but her Father was not corrupt.

But she was. Her Father worked within the system, within the law. Barbra's friends did not. She trained ands studied for years and at 17, she set out to shadow the Batman. A year later, she was 'full partners" in on the whole secret. The next year, she went off on her own again, with support, to best use her own ways.

The lights went out, and the backup batteries must have failed. He stopped rolling his joint, stood up and grabbed his piece. With a languid step he stumbled into the kitchen. Lazily he hit the switch to the back up fuel cells. It would take 7 minutes to reach capacity, so he grabbed his flashlight and his gun and walked breathless into the livening room.

Someone was in his apartment. It was a small two bedroom that reeked of marijuana. That was likely because he grew for some local hot shit dealer. Being that it was quite a crime he was committing, he didn't call the cops, or set of any alarm. He cocked his gun silently, then turned around quickly and pointed it.

He pointed at a sight that took him by surprise. It was a girl; she could not be in her late teens! She was tiny, standing not to his shoulders, and that was in her high, yellow platform boots!!

And she was dressed up as a bat! A blackish blue leather hood covered most of her face, showing her fiercely green eyes and long red hair. The leather grew darker as it covered her neck and shoulders and drew back into an odd, vaguely wing shaped cape.

She had a nice set of tits, small but lifted with a custom fit that Fredrick’s of Hollywood could not match. She had a bright yellow bat on her chest, and wore yellow, leather platform boot, calf high. She also had some sort of utility belt, snuggling up to her exposed belly button. Her midriff was bare, but darkened with make up.

As he pointed his gun and stared, she smiled waved at him. It was so cute! He stared puzzled at this little girl standing there wearing some Halloween costume, or bizarre stripper wear. Henry wasn't sure. But he was smart and not prone to taking chances. He kept his gun pointed at her chest as he walked confidently across the room. 

As he got closer he noticed quite a bit more flesh was exposed than he thought. Her breasts were held, but her nipples, painted black, rose proudly in the chill air of the Gotham evening. And under her belt, nothing! The tight leather legging split mid thigh and left several slightly inches of flesh exposed, but darkened with make up once again. Only the patch right around her shaved pussy was left completely bare. 

Henry might have dropped his gun then and there, had he not been a professional. He stood his ground, asking now "Who the fuck are you? You a stripper? Who sent ya?" 

But the young lady (closer now he could tell she was no little girl) simply stared at him with those green eyes and waved, beckoning him with her gloved fingers. Both hands were covered to the elbow in tight, smooth yellow leather gloves. Clearly neither held a gun, or a knife (or heck a batarang, he chuckled to himself) so he got close and put the gun up to her little head.

The moment the gun came to her head she became a blur of motion. Her hands were on his wrist, clamping with grip that stunned him and pulling the gun in away and out, pointing at the wall now. Then a sharp pain erupted in his side as her knee drove into his thigh, then his ribs. His body bucked and as he fell his wrist popped jarringly, spraining it.

He howled in pain as the Batgirl walked over turned on her bat-stereo, non chalet picking up his gun and disabling it. The bass thumped and coved his curses as she walked over his body and sat down next to him. "Awwww did I break it?" she mocked. "I'll break you little bitch!" He lunged!

She dodged him easily, playfully and hit him hard in the back to show him why that wasn't going to work.

"Histrionics hurt here Henry." she smiled, her lips inches from his eyes. What he could see of her face excited him. Her skin was smooth and radiant, around her dark red lips it was pure white, and just where her mask dipped over her cheek he could see some light freckling. The mask was leather and showed her eyes. She pierced him with those stunning green jungle eyes. They were the eyes of a hunter who had caught her prize.

""So, what do you want? You gonna arrest me?"

She stood up to laugh, turning down the stereo a bit now. It drove out a lot of sound, deep bass and background voices now. "Arrest you? Bats don't arrest silly man."

"So, you want something?"

"I want to know who buys all this from you. I've watched you for a while now and your not a street seller yourself, who buys in this amount? Is it Mr. Hot Shit?"

"If you know who Mr. Hot Shit is you know he would kill me for even saying his name in the wrong company."

"Well, since he’s going to kill you anyway, why not spare me the trouble and tell me where he is?"

"Fuck No you Bitc..........."

He didn't finish that word she had slipped behind him and skillfully took him to his knees with a sharp kick. She then grabbed his hair and pulled it up whispering deeply, in a husky voice "Now that’s no way to talk to a lady." 

Then it all went black.

Two and a half hours later he was hanging upside down from his own ceiling as the batgirl sat in front of him and finished rolling a joint he had started. She closed it carefully, her quick red tongue darting out deftly to wet the paper just enough to stick.

When she lit it and took a drag it burned smooth and clean and she took a long drag. She looked him in the eye and winked as she stood up, and undid his pants, cutting them off entirely and tossing them with his boxers in a corner.

His cock hung limp and small (hey, it was chilly in there.) but it stirred as he felt a warm blowing over his shaft and balls. For a full minute it seemed to him the batgirl breathed out the smoke as he felt himself stir without his control. 

He opened his eyes and realized her cunt was mere inches from his head, and he could see it was wet and shiny. He could smell her sex strongly, even as the room clouded from her hit. It was musky and exotic and his cock grew more as she sat back down. Face to upside down face.

"Not bad, you grow some good shit, always have Henry." He opened his mouth to speak but she held his jaw closed. "Only speak if I ask you to, Drug Pusher!"

"Hey I'm no pusher, people buy what they want."

She took another long slow drag off the joint and blew it in his face, the sticky sweet smoke clouding his vision of her moist lips and red hair.

"That may have been true when you were a street dealer Henry, but you had to move up the ladder. Oh and I'll tell you once more, and then were done. Do Not speak unless ask you a question."

As she said this she stood up, spun him around and slapped him hard on his bare bottom. He winced as a red welt rose on his white skin. She turned him around again, and put his semi hard dick in her mouth.

The batgirl knew how to suck cock. She put his cock in her warm, wet mouth and sucked it gently as her tongue swirled around it. Her hand ran down his stomach and chest as blood pumped itself into his throbbing member. 

He moaned several times as she licked and kissed his cock till it was rock hard, huge purple veins holding it erect as she swung his body away from her expert lips.

"There now, do you like it when I suck on your cock?"

"Ohhhh god yes......"

"Do you want me to continue?"

"Please, don't stop..."

She impaled herself down on his member like she had not eaten in weeks. His large, hard shaft disappeared into her throat as she clenched his buttocks, pulling his hips into her face as his cock slid effortlessly down her tight throat.

She sucked a moment, then pumped her head smoothly so that the head of his cock brushed the back of her mouth each time, before it plunged deep again, as if she was bragging about her control of the gag reflex. 

When she pulled away again, a long thick trail of spit stayed hanging between her lips and the hot, purple head of his penis. He blurted out something and she looked down, winked and said. "So do you sell to Mr. Hot Shit?"

She smiled at him, her mouth dripping her saliva down seductively. Her warm leather bound hand massaging his painfully swollen member.

"I...I can’t tell you."

She squeezed his cock hard and spun him around twice and he almost threw up. She spanked him again, twice this time and harder. "I see you will need more work."

Batgirl had become a bit angry with the thug. Most men flipped out just seeing her breasts, and nearly all succumbed to her once she had cut of their pants and made certain there cocks were hard. But a few needed to be put in their place first. She stepped away and looked crossly at his upside down face. "Well if you won't talk, I'll just find something else to do with that mouth."

With that, she put the end of her double-bat-dildo in the tight, wet folds of her pussy. Easily sliding it between her rose colored lips, her mouth giving away a hint of pleasure as the black cock shaped tool filled her. He clenched his ass instinctively, but she came right up to him and shoved it into his gapping mouth!

He gagged as she held his head and choked him forcibly with the rubber dong. Tears welled in his eyes as she ground her pelvis up and forward, driving the huge dildo down his throat as she impaled her cunt on it.

He groaned in pain, but then in pleasure as she took his swollen cock deep into her skilled neck, licking and sucking the base of his shaft as he began to taste her own sweet juices running down the dildo pumping into his mouth.

It must have looked bizarre as the petite redhead in full leather cape and yellow boots face fucked him with a black double ended dildo, the other end buried deep in her dripping pussy. All the while giving him the most expert blowjob any man had ever been given. She would pull out from time to time to lick his belly or balls, then plunge herself fully and pump franticly, her hips and neck working in unison as he cried, muffed as it was.

Suddenly her body wracked with a monumental orgasm. Batgirl fell back onto her leather cape and convulsed as the fake phallus was pulled with a pop out of Henry’s sore mouth. She grasped it with her yellow gloves and thrust it in and out, wave after wave washing over her body as her juice poured out. She screamed and moaned as Henry hung there, his cock throbbing with anticipation, but tied as he was, he had no choice then to watch in agony as she came, and came, and came. 

For what seemed an hour she lay in that dark cape, she had pulled out the slick dildo and was rubbing it over her swollen clit, little shocks running up and down her body each time, and pinching her own nipples when she heard him finally speak.

"The old Pimp Room, the club on Grove Street! Mr. Hot Shit stays there nights, tonight he's there with all the weeks buy money! Password is Bizzaro!"

She sprang to his cock and kissed his head, her soft tongue darting around as she slowly sunk it in all the way, within seconds of this, his cum flooded out in torrents down Barbra's throat, into her waiting belly. She pumped his shaft and sucked the head dry, licking the hole on the end to clean out every morsel, none was wasted.

Batgirl stood up and composed herself, She slicked back her hair and licked the cum off her fingers. Then she turned, and walked away. Leaving him swinging in the cold, dark room with his weed.

"The Pimp Room" Barbra, the batgirl thought to herself. "Good thing I brought all my bat lube."

To be continued......