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My Sweet Slave Sara

By: bethclaire



I guess you could say that I have the best of both worlds. I have a daughter who is smart, popular, and beautiful and she adores me. I have a slut who willingly does the nastiest things, and begs me to whip her until I cum from the deep pleasure of her tears. The best part is that my slut and my daughter are the same person. My story starts about 2 years ago. My wife had died in a drunk driving accident leaving me alone with our 18-year-old daughter. We were devastated by her death. Monica had held the family together and when she was taken, we literally fell apart. Sara became quiet and withdrawn, always deep in her books. Her only pleasure seemed to come from her cheerleading squad and the football games she attended. I also enjoyed watching her out there, so happy again. I had a hard time getting excited about the rest of my life. I had built a thriving accounting business but numbers no longer mattered to me. Everything came to a head one weekend. 

Having just returned from a short business trip to the home office of a big client of mine, I got a call from the police. Sara had been arrested for underage drinking. It was hard to believe that my little Angel Sara, as her mother and I often called her, could be involved so far from her usual behavior. I arrived at the police station and was further surprised when they brought Sara to where I was waiting. Sara was quite drunk and barely dressed. She was wearing the skimpiest shirt and nothing underneath. I remembered hearing her mother start nagging years ago that she was too big to go without decent coverage. Seeing her breasts half exposed under the shirt, I realized she had continued to develop. Her lower half was no better shape, overexposed by a tiny pair of blue jean cutoffs that looked 3 sizes too small. Sara looked so humiliated, degraded by the way I was looking at her and by the leers from the others in the room. The tears in her eyes echoed the disappointment I felt. I wondered how I could have avoided this and how I could ensure it never happened again. Out of embarrassment, I took off my coat and draped it around her. I took the paperwork handed to me by the sheriff as he remanded her to my custody. 

As we walked to the car, Sara stumbled a bit, still quite drunk. Her face was quite pale and just a bit green. I buckled Sara into the backseat after first covering it with a blanket. Judging by the amount of liquor on her breath, I imagined soon some of it would be coming back up. I drove home slowly, listening to Sara sob in the back seat, still huddled in my coat. I was happy to find that she had not thrown up in the car, although as soon as I pulled her out, she knelt on the ground and vomited. 

I found myself torn between being so angry, so furious that she would do something this stupid and wanting to pat her head and tell her things would be all right. Once she stopped throwing up, I helped her to her feet again and led her into the house. I was very glad that the privacy of our lot kept prying eyes off my bedraggled daughter. As we approached the house, I debated bringing her in and considered hosing her off outside. She stunk of vomit and alcohol, but my gentler nature prompted me to take her inside. I often wonder if things would have turned out different if I had not. 

As we entered the house, Sara was whimpering, 'Daddy, I am so sorry I did this, so sorry I disappointed you. Please Daddy say something.' I shook my head. 

I decided to take her up to the master bathroom. It was the largest in the house and had a double sized shower. My thoughts flashed to a memory of Monica showering in there, the clear walls hiding nothing from me. I ended up half carrying her up the stairs, she was still crying and weaving about, unsteady on her feet. She kept apologizing to me, begging me not to be mad, and telling me she was sorry for what she had done. I worked hard to hold onto my anger. Sara had to learn an important lesson and I was the only one left in her life to teach it to her. I was torn between wanting to spank her so hard that she would feel it for a week and holding her in my arms, promising to protect her better in the future. I hated myself that I had left her alone and was thankful my trip had ended a day early - the thought of my daughter spending a night in police custody sent shivers down my spine. 

When we got to the bathroom, I ripped my coat off her overexposed body, opened the shower door and shoved her into the stall, clothes and all. I saw the surprise on her face change to shock as I turned on the cold water full force. I slammed the door shut. 

Sara jumped up from the crouched position where she had fallen and clawed at the water to change the temperature. Her first self protective act since I had picked her up pleased me. She pealed off the coat and started to pull down her shorts. I turned my head to give her some privacy, only to hear her fall down. She cried out to me asking for help, so I turned back to her. 

The sight before me left me speechless. She was lying on her side, with her back and bottom to me. Her pussy was covered with soft tufts of hair and yet so deliciously formed that I could see each part of it, the soft outer lips, the pouting inner lips and her clitoris. Even her tiny rosebud anus was exposed to me. My cock jumped of its own need as I stood there, staring at my all too grown up daughter. She cried out to me to help her, which broke my reverent visual worship of her body. I reached into the shower, drenching myself in the spray and lifted her to her feet. She started to stumble again and it was then that I realized her little tiny shorts were wrapped around her ankles. My cock jumped again, thinking about how she was trapped, held in bondage by that little bit of fabric, unable to escape me. 

I shook off the thought and reached down to release her feet. As I did, she leaned against me. Her nipples seemed to taunt me as they pressed into my back. I pulled the shorts loose and then tossed them into the trash, wishing I could throw away the sexual thoughts I was having with them. Once her shorts were off her legs, Sara stood back up and leaned against the far shower wall. Lust overrode caution and I offered to help her off with her shirt. She raised her arms, like she did as a little girl, waiting to have help with her clothes. I lifted the half T-shirt off her chest and then froze as her luscious breasts were exposed. I thought that the shirt left nothing to the imagination, but I was wrong. The soft pink of her large nipples looked exquisite against the whiteness of her large breasts. They seemed so big, so full, so tight. I knew that if I tried to cover one, it would take both my hands to hold in that much flesh. The nipples stood strong against the pounding shower. Sara whimpered and I realized I had only pulled the shirt far enough to cover her face. I pulled the shirt off the rest of the way. Sara reached out and touched me, her hand pulling me towards her. 

I muttered something about her calling me if she needed something and beat a hasty retreat out of the bathroom. My clothes were soaking wet from the shower, so I stripped them off. I grabbed my old bathrobe from my closet and fell into a soft chair. I loved this chair. This was the chair where I sat to spank Monica and on very rare occasions where she would spank me. We also used to fuck on the chair, Monica riding my cock. I closed my eyes and began to stroke my cock, thinking about my wife. Her tits bouncing in front of me, begging to be pinched until she whimpered. As I sat there, my cock grew harder, fuller. My fantasies changed, the woman on top of me had larger breasts and a tiny waist. I jerked open my eyes as I realized I was picturing Sara fucking me, begging me to touch her, begging to cum. I forced my eyes opened as I heard Sara crying out again. I turned to see her still standing in the shower, apparently pulling on her nipples. It looked like she had just cum, her face was flushed and her head was thrown back. I berated myself again for thinking nasty thoughts about her and turned my head away, once again giving her a measure of privacy. 

I heard the shower shut off and jumped to my feet, stuffing my very full cock into the robe with great difficulty and only marginal success. Sara didn't seem to notice as she stumbled out of the bathroom, wrapped only in a navy blue bath towel. She was still crying and came over to me for a hug. I let her burrow into my chest as she had before when life had been rough. I held her tight in my arms and tried not to think of loosening the towel nor her nearly naked body rubbing against mine. I led her into her room, pulled back the bedspread and sheet and lifted her into bed. I covered her up with the sheet and walked out of the room. My cock was once again at full mast, demanding we go in there and watch her. I closed the door to the thoughts and to Sara's room. 

I headed straight for the bathroom. Perhaps a cold shower for me would put things into their correct perspective. I set the water for barely lukewarm and climbed in. I stood there for awhile, letting the water pound against my skin. Finally I gave into the need that threatened to overwhelm me. I warmed the water to a more comfortable temperature, took a bar of soap, coated my hands then stroked my cock. I had been masturbating this way since Monica died, trying to find some satisfaction in a less than satisfactory method. 

'Daddy?' Sara asked in a confused tone. 

My eyes flew open to find her standing in my bathroom, wearing nothing and watching me jerk off. My hand spread open to cover my cock in embarrassment. 

'I called and you didn't answer.'

'I will be out in a minute sweetie. Go back to your room.' My voice quivered with unanswered desire. 

Sara stood frozen in place. Since she was still staring at my erection, I turned my back to her, willing her to leave. 

After a short pause, Sara left the room and seemed to go back to hers. I hurriedly washed the rest of my body, ignoring my still erect cock - it had been washed enough - and then turned off the shower. I grabbed a towel from the pile and wrapped it around my waist, covering and hopefully concealing my erection. I stepped out of my bathroom to find Sara, not in her room, but on lying naked on my bed. She was on her back, with her knees up and her legs spread wide open. Once again her beautiful cunt and big firm tits were exposed to me. Her right hand was stroking a very aroused clitoris and her left hand was pulling on her distended nipple. My eyes raped her body as she lay there exposed. She must have seen the desire in my eyes. 

'Daddy, please help me.' Sara whimpered, her voice also filled with desire. 'I want to cum, Daddy, help me, please touch me.'

My cock jumped at the chance, but my logical brain held me back. 

'Sara, what the hell are you doing? Get your hand out from between your legs. You look like a cheap slut.' Moving to the end of the bed, I grabbed her hand. The scent of her sweet pussy filled my nostrils. My cock became engorged. My thoughts froze on pulling her to me and taking what she was offering. She saw my weakness and felt my grip on her arm loosen. Sara shook her hand free of my grasp and grabbed at my cock pushing hard against the towel. I groaned and threw my head back in surrender. She moved her hand up and down the hard shaft, the towel providing a delicious friction to her soft stroke. I arched my hips into the motion, completing shutting down my conscience. The cum was rising in my balls, tightening them. My cock was waiting to shoot, waiting to complete this sexual dance. 

Sara rolled over to me and in one motion, pulled the towel free from my cock and buried her face onto it. I could feel the breaths from her nose tickle the hairs around my cock, but most of the sensation was her delicious mouth. She milked my cock like a professional cocksucker, fitting it all in her mouth and then swallowing it, teasing the head with her throat muscles. My cock was no match for her expertise and began to ejaculate, filling her throat, and, as she pulled back a bit, her mouth. The spurts slowed and I looked down to see my little angel with cum dripping from the sides of her mouth. Her hands were once again playing with her body. 

As the sexual lassitude left me, I flushed with the shame of my violating my daughter. I backed away from the bed, disturbed that I had fucked my baby's face, filled her with a huge load of cum, some of which she was now licking off her lips. There was no disgust in her eyes though. Instead she seemed hotter and even more eager. 

'Daddy, please, please touch me.'

I stood there, baffled. I wanted to touch her; wanted to climb between those thighs and bring her to a shattering orgasm, to match, or even better, surpass the one she had given me. But I knew it was wrong, terribly wrong. I had to be the adult in this situation, had to put the needs of my daughter ahead of mine. I stood transfixed for a moment, watching Sara's hands return to pleasuring her body. Her right hand was buried deep between her soft thighs and her left hand pulled once again at her rigid nipple. I approached the bed and pushed Sara's hands to her sides. She whimpered and tried to get free, but I held her hands in that position. Her eyes pleaded with me, her whimpers telling me of her unfulfilled need. Her hips bucked, mimicking a sexual act that they should not have known. 

'Please, Daddy, I have to cum, please.' I shuddered, then surrendered. Still holding her arms to her side, I climbed on top of her. Sara threw her legs open, but I ignored the invitation to fuck her and instead moved my head down to that most precious vee. I inhaled her soft, musky scent as I got closer, then buried my head into that nest of curls. I moved my face back and forth, letting my mustache start to tickle against her clit and softly swollen lips. My tongue darted out to taste her. Her moan filled the room. She tasted of a summer heat, of passion left unanswered; she was sweet and earthy, like the rain on a summer night. My tongue explored more, finding her clit and lapping at it, much to her pleasure, judging by the moans that only grew louder. 

Soon her hips were bucking, trying to get more. I continued to tease her, not wanting it to end. My hands still held hers at her sides and she had begun to twist her body, trying to rub her nipples. I finally relented and moved her hands to her breasts, leaving them there to stroke, pinch, tease. My hands moved lower, stroking her soft belly, then opening her lips letting her clit stand out farther. At first, I just blew on it, warm, then cold air, watching her response. She nearly howled with desire. Her hands were plucking at her nipples, roughly pulling on them, distending her breasts. It was obvious she was hurting them just a bit and decided to see if she wanted roughness down here as well. I found her delightful nubbin again with my tongue, but rather than lapping at it again moved my mouth down on it and bit gently. Sara came unglued, thrashing on the bed. And then I felt the dampness soak the bedspread. She had ejaculated as she reached a very powerful orgasm. Her hands still pulled at her nipples, though perhaps not as hard. She still was whimpering a bit and in my need, I tasted her again. She lifted her hips as I got closer and instead of a button, I found my tongue being swallowed by her very wet cunt. I pushed my head in deeper and sucked the fluid from her pussy. It wasn't enough for her. She was begging. 

'Please Daddy, take me, please.'

I couldn't go that far, but my fingers were ready to take on a new task. I shifted on the bed and opened the nightstand drawer. I knew there was a pair of lonely clover clamps that would be happy to be pinching a new pair of anguished nipples. Sara looked down when she heard the rattle. I was pleased to see a bit of fear added to the excitement glowing in her eyes. She made no move to pull away so I shifted back to her side and plucked roughly at her right nipple. As I grabbed it, I looked into her eyes, watching her responses. I squeezed my fingers together tighter and watched the fear and pain grow. My spent cock jerked when I saw her wince. She never even attempted to pull away or to push my hand off her tit, stopping her torment. I noticed her right hand was once again buried in her wet cunt. I picked up the clamp and squeezed the padded jaws open with my fingers. I carefully positioned the opening over her reddened nipple and looked again into her eyes. 

They shown brightly at me, filled with trust and need. I knew when I released the clamp her look would change. I was eager yet wanted the moment to last. Sara wiggled against me but I growled for her to hold still. She froze in place and then whimpered a soft 'please.' I released my hold on the clamp. 

The snapping jaw captured her nipple and a look of pain flooded her face. Her body bucked against the pain, so much rougher than her fingers or even mine. I grabbed the left nipple and twisted it viciously. Now I saw the fear, the pain in her face that I had sought. I opened the other clamp and applied it. Sara screamed this time. I brought my hands up to her tits and roughly grabbed them, squeezing the fullness, loving her struggles. Her hands moved up to push me away but I captured them both. I transferred both hands to my left hand, easily holding her tiny wrists. My right hand became tender, stroking the side of her breasts, then meandering down her satin tummy. Her hips were moving now, begging for my touch as I arrived at her cunt. I pushed my thumb and forefinger between her soft nether lips, searching for her pleasure button. She moaned as I discovered it, pushing her cunt up into my hand. I stroked it for awhile then moved lower, deeper between her wide-open thighs. I pushed a finger into her wet snatch and began softly frigging her. 

Still holding her hands, I moved down to taste her sweet musk again. She shifted her legs, giving me better access as I put my mouth on her clit. Her pussy was spasming on my finger and I knew her orgasm was near. Her whimpering had become loud deep moans, mixed with indecipherable pleas for satisfaction. 

I wanted her to cum not just from pleasure but also from pain, a gift from her loving Daddy. Not releasing her hands, I picked up the chain that linked the clamps on her nipples with my left hand. She was so involved in the frigging and lapping of her slut cunt; she didn't feel me pull it nearly taut. I increased the pressure of my mouth on her clit and was rewarded by a loud moan. 

'Yes Daddy, I want to cum, Daddy, please.'

In answer to her plea, I sprang into motion. My teeth clamped down hard on her swollen clit as my left hand yanked down hard on the chain. Her nipples were suddenly and harshly extended several additional inches. Her anguished scream filled the air - a wounded animal's cry. I added another finger to her tight cunt and furiously fucked her tight little cunt. Her scream stopped as she took a breath I used the moment to slightly lessen the hold my teeth had on her clit and the pressure on her nipples. 

Her second scream was one of completion. Her juices were forced from her cunt as she spasmed on my fingers. I continued to suck her clit, but removed my fingers from her cunt. I moved both hands to the shafts of the clamps. As she peaked again I released the pressure and joyously listened to another scream of pain. This time she came at the same time. I stopped sucking her clit and watched her body. She whimpered a bit, then she laid still. I arose from the end of the bed. I was pleased and surprised to find her sound asleep. I gently picked her up and carried her back to her bed. 

As I lay in mine, shame washed over me. My only hope was that she was too drunk to remember it and if she did that it would seem like a dream. My cock still throbbed, but I wasn't going to give into it again. I rolled over, still smelling her cunt, her fluids, and her body and drifted off to sleep. 


My Sweet Slave Sara Ch. 2



Note: Thank you very much to those who sent comments on the first part of this story. I have continued that story here with no introduction, so, if you haven't read the first part, this one won't make a lot of sense to start. I have written back to all who sent me comments and an email address and have every intention of continuing that practice. Please let me know what you good and bad. beth Claire

Chapter 5

I padded down the stairs, thinking of the changes in our lives. I knew that this would be the right thing for Sara, knew that I could bring her to a state of pleasure and need that her future husband and she would rely on through tough times. From our previous play I could tell that Sara had some experience with boys and I definitely needed to show her that being a slut with a lot of partners was unacceptable and not necessary. I was eager to show her the other side of sexuality. I was also eager to feel the contentment of owning a slave again - of having my needs met eagerly, of having a bitch to fuck or use as I wished. I thought of Angela and our poker games, having her under the table sucking the winner of each hand. I knew that it would be awhile before Sara was ready for such nasty play, but knew eventually my poker buddies would enjoy her a great deal.

I continued down to the basement, ready to start strict training of Sara. I happily released the hidden lock on the south wall to open the door to our dungeon. I wasn't surprised to find it a bit dusty in the room. It had been several months since I had last been in there, however, I knew Sara would put it to rights later. I stood in the room, looking around, wondering which apparatus would be best for our first play. The St. Andrews cross was nice, but not very humiliating. The stocks would show off that delicious ass, but limit the amount of tit play. I considered using the winch to pull her off the ground, but really needed to make sure the cuffs were the right size - Angela's would probably be a little big. Then I saw the exam table. Perfect. Easy for her to climb up on and with the additional straps, would easily hold her in place for several hours. I left the room and retrieved a damp rag and to check on Sara. I didn't want her to discover my plans before they were ready. I headed back up the two flights of stairs to my room and was delighted to see Sara just starting to wake up. 

"Hi Daddy" her sleep roughed voice called out.

"Hi baby, I want you to take a shower and then come downstairs. I want you kneeling on the floor in the kitchen in 15 minutes. Do you understand?

"Yes, Daddy, should I get dressed?'

"No. You will not be wearing clothes in the house any more. You will always get dressed and undressed in the garage. Slaves do not wear clothes in their Master's house."

I leaned over the bed and gave her a quick kiss, lessening the sharpness in my message, but still leaving the point uncontested. Sara stretched her arms out to pull me closer, but I moved back a bit.

"Are you horny, little one?'

"Yes, Daddy, will you play with me again?" Sara blushed a little, but her body also arched under the sheet. The expressions on her face changed a bit, the flush of desire replacing the softness of sleep. 

"Not now, baby, and you have only 14 minutes left." With that, I walked over to the chest at the foot of my bed. Another treasure chest, I needed a good blindfold for our play and an enema bag to clean out my slut. Sara climbed out of bed and tried to peak in the chest.

"What is in there, Daddy?'

I pulled a hard paddle out of the chest and swung around to Sara. She tried to jump out of the way, but I caught her by her hair. I pulled her to the floor on her knees. Trapping her hair under my foot, I stood back up. 

"What did I tell you to do?'

"Take a shower" Sara's voice was muffled by the carpet, but I heard the fear.

"Beg me to punish you."

"Please, Daddy, I am sorry, please don't hit me. I won't do it again, please."

I swung back my hand and let the paddle firmly connect with her ass cheek. The sound awoke my cock, loving the redness and the screech that followed the spank.

"Beg me."

I swung again. I hit the other cheek of her ass, loving the repeated squeak. This time, Sara tried to pull her hair free.

"Slut, you had better beg me for your punishment. Each spank will be repeated 5 times after you beg. You are up to 10 now. Will you need more after you beg?'

Sara whimpered, 'Please punish me, Daddy."

It was enough for now. I really wanted to get things moving. There would be time later to teach her how to beg, how to ask for a slut's punishment. I swung back my hand and quickly slammed the paddle into her right cheek 3 times. After the third swing, Sara moved her hands down to cover her ass. 

"Move your hands, bitch."

Sara froze for a second, then slowly pulled her hands away. I heard her sniveling against the carpet. Her ass also showed the pain she was feeling. It was a beautiful bright red, no lines, just redness. I moved the paddle back and quickly gave her left ass cheek the same treatment. This time she didn't try to stop me. I alternated with the last four, quickly finishing the punishment. I had other things on my mind. 

As soon as the last stroke hit her butt I lifted my foot off her hair and moved back to the chest. Sara scrambled to her feet and ran to the bathroom. 

I pulled a few more things from the chest then shut the lid. I considered locking it, not wanting my little slave to look into it, but realized she wouldn't have enough time. Just seeing it unlocked would be torment enough when she came out. I gathered up the items I would need and headed back downstairs. I decided to clean her out in the hall bathroom and then put the butt plug back in her ass to keep any residual liquid trapped there. I didn't want to deal with that mess this time. It was also my intention to be fucking her delicious cunt this time anyway. 

I hummed as I filled the bag with nice warm water. Her first enema shouldn't be too difficult; I had time to show her the delights of temperature and additives in the not so distant future. I love watching my slave wiggle on the floor, cramping, whimpering with the fullness. I put a bit of lube on the tip and then some on the plug. I closed the bathroom door on my way out and hung the blindfold on the doorknob. I knew she would see it as she went in to the kitchen. Looking at my watch, I realized I had 5 minutes until she came down.

 I detoured into the kitchen for the cleaning rag, then carried the rest of my supplies downstairs. Smiling, I thought of being able to send Sara down with the things in the future, having her doing the cleaning, seeing the fear and excitement on her face as she held the items of her intended torment.

I quickly cleaned off the exam table, then set up a folding tray next to it. I spread the clamps, riding crop and whipping belt out on the table. Closing my eyes, I imagined her screams and stroked my cock, enjoying the knowledge of her desire, her needs, and her anguish.

Hearing her come down to the first floor, I slowly went up the basement steps. I wanted her to be in position when I got up to the kitchen. Sara's naked body flashed by the door on her way to her appointed place and I took the last few steps quickly. I turned the corner to find her in the middle of the kitchen floor. Her hair was still slightly damp, but flowed midway down her back. She knelt on the floor, but her body fidgeted in place. 

"Do you want to know how to kneel, little one?'

Sara looked up at me and nodded.

"Your shins should be fully touching the ground, your feet tucked under your bum. Rest your ass on your heels. Spread your knees wide open and put your hands behind your head. Look down at the ground, but do not lower your head."

Sara adjusted her body as I mentioned each position. Her breasts now stood out in delicious splendor. I ached to take a picture of her like this. Ready, open, tits begging to be played with, cunt open and I was sure with a bit of play, it would be dripping onto the ground. But another time.

I moved back to the hallway and plucked the blindfold off the door. I stepped behind my luscious slut and covered her eyes with the blindfold. Moving her hands a bit lower, I buckled the strap, tightly covering her face, completely blocking her sight. 

"Stand'

Sara rose, quite gracefully, leaving her hands behind her head. I moved in front of her and lowered my head to her chest. I stuck out my tongue and slowly lapped at her left nipple. She arched her back, trying to push into me. I laughed a bit and stood back. She stood up straight again and waited. I enjoyed just looking at her. She was so perfectly made. Her hair glowed with vibrant health, soft, long, shimmering with her soft breaths. Her breasts, still high on her chest, lifted with her hands behind head. Her waist curving in so sweetly and then curving out to soft hips. Her lightly downed bush nestled above her shapely thighs, followed so gracefully with strong calves and tiny feet. And she was mine.

Chapter 6 

"Follow me" I finally said, breaking the silence of the room. I pulled one of her hands from behind her head and placed it on my shoulder. Heading to the bathroom, I opened the door and led sweet Sara inside, happy to feel my little puppy tagging along behind. I led Sara over to the bathtub.

"Lift your foot and step into the tub." As Sara lifted her foot, I bent over to guide her into the tub.  I pushed her down onto her hands and knees in the tub floor. Sara shivered a bit as the cold porcelain chilled her. I shifted the curtain aside and grabbed the enema nozzle from its perch. Kneeling on the floor outside the tub, I spread her luscious bottom cheeks with one hand and put the tip of the nozzle against her puckered hole. Moving slowly, I eased the nozzle deeply into her ass, then moved my hand to the clamp. I stroked the soft skin at the base of her back as I released the clamp on the tube. Sara shifted again in the tub, feeling new sensations and I suspected a bit of embarrassment. As the water emptied into her, I moved my strokes from her back to her tummy, rubbing it to ease the cramps. I wanted her to be full, not in pain. 

"Daddy, I have to go, please let me up." Sara voice sounded scared. 

"Wait baby, just a little more and then I will help you with that sensation." I watched as the last of the two quarts of water emptied from the hanging bag. I felt the fullness in Sara's soft tummy, felt her muscles shifting the water inside her. Sara continued to squirm and whimper. I was nearly purring myself. I loved seeing her wiggle like this and made a note to enjoy this with her again soon. 

"Hold it in baby, concentrate." As Sara's little bum tightened up a bit, I pulled the nozzle free. I quickly grabbed the waiting butt plug and as her ass spasmed, pushed it in. I had chosen a moderate sized plug. It would fill her, allow her to hold in most of the water, but she would also feel it stretch her. With each spasm of her ass, I pushed the plug in deeper. Sara's whimpers changed. She was gasping with each pulse. She wanted to refuse but something had held her back from asking to have the plug removed. Her concentration was evident by the set of her jaw.

"Baby, are you okay? Tell me what you feel." I asked gently.

"Daddy, please don't hurt me down there, please let me get up. I feel like I am going to poop, please." Her voice cracked with emotion. Her breathing matched the pulsing of her little anus, in out, in out. The plug was more than halfway in. I need to get the bulb in place before I let her move. I knew that an accident at this point would be too much humiliation for her to deal with. I also wanted to see her stand while she was so full. 

"Relax, baby. I won't let any poop come out yet. You are safe. Just relax a bit, so this doesn't hurt. Good girl." With my last two words, her bottom eased enough to let the soft plastic finish its entry. Her muscles closed tight over the bulb, locking it in place. My cock jumped thinking about those same muscles closing on it. 

"Stand up, slave." I let my voice change, adding a cold strength to it. I knew the next part would be difficult for her. I remembered Angela bending over, whimpering with the fullness fighting the cramps. She learned over a period of time how to use the cramps for pleasure, and I was eager to teach Sara.

Sara stood slowly. When she was about halfway up, she obviously felt the plug shift and reached back to catch it, to push it back into place. 

"Good girl." She looked beautiful standing in front of me. Her eyes were covered with the blindfold and her cheeks with an embarrassed blush. She was cramping, chilled, and yet her submission to me grew with each breath. She seemed to stand taller, prouder and appeared happy to accept my will. 

I took her hand and helped her from the tub. She stepped so gracefully from the tub, as though she was a queen accepting the throne. My thoughts of further tormenting her in this room fled. I decided to save some of this new area for another time. I led her to the toilet.

"Sit down, angel. When I leave the room, remove the plug and your bowels will start to empty. I am setting the timer for 2 minutes. When it rings, I want you to lie down on this towel and do 20 sit-ups. Then sit back on the toilet until you are finished. You have 5 minutes until I open this door again. Do you understand?'

"Yes, Daddy." Sara blushed even further.

I set the timer then left the room. I stood outside until I heard the first splash, then looked at my watch. It would be a long five minutes for both of us. 

I walked around the main floor of the house. I marveled at the future before me. I wouldn't have Sara long. 6 months minimum and then perhaps through college, but it still seemed too short a time. I had owned Angela for 20 years and it wasn't long enough. I heard the timer go off followed by a thump and then a regular thrushing beat of Sara's skin against the towel on the floor. I was eager for the time when I stood at her feet, daring her to have an accident (that was almost certain to happen). I pictured her breasts bobbing up and down, the look of concentration strengthening her beautiful face and her cunt leaking from the excitement of the humiliation. Were it not for my telling her I would wait 5 minutes, I would have opened the door right then. However, she needed to know my words would be her safety, and that they were to be trusted. The sit-ups completed, Sara returned to the toilet. I pictured her straining to empty the last of the water. I knew she would be unable to get all the water out, hence the reinsertion of the plug. Eventually it would be her concern, but tonight she would be unable to move, much less clean.

I decided to do one final check on the basement room while I waited for the last 2 minutes to expire. The room had warmed slightly although still was a bit chilly. Once we got started, the chill wouldn't be noticed. Everything was in place. My watch showed only 30 seconds remaining as I bounded up the stairs. I grabbed a Pepsi from the fridge and as the clock ticked away the remaining time, I opened the bathroom door. Sara still sat on her throne, not quite as proud. The room held its expected odor well. 

"Get on your hands and knees facing the tub, slave."

"Yes, Daddy."

Sara had put the plug into the bathtub once she removed it from her ass. I turned on the water and washed the shit off it. Since I had already taken the lube back downstairs, I improvised, squirting a bit of shower gel onto it. Sara was kneeling on the bathmat; her little bottom was wiggling like a puppy trying to hide his tail. I stroked her back for a bit, softly touching her, quieting her nerves. Kneeling beside her, I spread the cheeks of her ass with my left hand and then lined up the butt plug with her quivering anus. 

"Relax and this won't hurt, angel." Sara sighed and some of the tension seemed to drain from her back. She was still on edge, but I was eager to continue. I pushed the plug in half way and again met with her body's attempt to reject insertion. I paused for a moment. Did I want to force it, to start the scene up here? Or did I want to be gentle, to ease the plug in. It had already been in place once today. Now Sara was fighting me, fighting the invasion. She had to learn that fighting wasn't going to work. I pushed harder and when she tightened even further, I plunged the plug in the rest of the way.

Sara cried out in pain and tried to move away from me. I grabbed her hair with my left hand and pulled her to her knees. 

"You fought me - you paid the price. If you would have obeyed and relaxed it wouldn't have hurt."

I stood up and pulled Sara with me. Her hands lifted up to her hair, trying to stop the pain. I yanked harder on her hair.

"Hands DOWN, slave." Hesitating only a moment, Sara let her hands fall to her sides. Her head was tipped back, the blindfold starting to fall off and expose her eyes. She had them tightly shut. 

Once her hands were at her side, I released her hair and then straightened the blindfold. I started out of the room, putting her hand on my shoulder again and led her out. 

"We are going into the basement. I will go slowly, but the blindfold will remain in place. Just move slowly and trust me."

I stepped down the first step then said to Sara, 'Step." Her dainty little foot came forward to find the edge of the stair, and then she started to move forward. I was pleased that she wasn't fighting this new adventure. I moved down to the second step and repeated the pattern. It took a bit, but finally we reached the bottom of the stairs, Sara was panting as if she had just climbed a dozen stairs, nerves I thought.

I moved ahead to the secret room, I knew it threw off Sara when I walked through what she assumed was a concrete wall. Her breathing had calmed in those few steps, but I heard her taking in a deep breath. The scent was different in this room, leather, sweat; excitement blended into the fragrance only a well-used dungeon carried. I assumed she wouldn't recognize the scent, but hoped it would become addictive.

"This is a special room. In this room, I am only your Master and you are only my slave. But in this room you will find gratification and will learn valuable lessons of obedience and pleasure-giving." As I talked, I heard a difference in my voice, extreme excitement, desire and strength. This was my place. I owned each thing in this room, now including my beautiful daughter.

Chapter 7

I led Sara over to the exam table and positioned her at the end. I easily lifted her naked body onto it, then pushed her chest to have her lie down the rest of the way. Her hands grabbed at me, reacting to the cold vinyl and the very unfamiliar circumstances. I held onto her left hand as I moved to the right side of the table. I pulled it over her head and strapped her wrist firmly with the wide leather belt there designed for that purpose. I smiled when she lifted her right hand over her head of her own accord. She wiggled like a happy puppy as I tightly cuffed the other hand in place. I returned to the end of the table and lifted Sara's left leg into the stirrup. It too was belted into place. 

Sara did not lift her right leg, I suspected because it would have left her so completely vulnerable. Her breathing changed as I pulled her right leg into place. Her nipples stood up straighter and her hips shifted on the table. I stood back when her ankle was held in place. Her beautiful body glimmered with a bit of nervous sweat; her breasts still stood up tall, topped by cherry points.  Her knees moved back and forth, straining to close, but I had set the stirrups much too far apart for her to completely hide her cunt from me. Moving between her legs, I let my legs push her legs further apart. Sara seemed to relax slightly as she felt me touching her again. I bent over her and pulled the waist strap over her hips. Putting my hands under her hips, I lifted her off the table slightly, then jerked her to the end. Her arms extended fully as I moved her bottom to the very edge of the table. I quickly tightened the waist strap, trapping her in this slightly precarious position. She really couldn't move anywhere, but I knew that having her bottom so much off the edge had to feel like she was going to slip off. Her legs were able finally to close when I stepped out from between them. 




My Sweet Slave Sara Ch. 2



I picked up the two final straps from the equipment tray and placed one on her tummy. The other went into place around her thigh, just above her left knee. The snap attachment on one of the D-rings clanged as I released it. It seemed to be the first sound of the evening. I loved how Sara lay there, waiting for me, not talking, not crying, begging or anything distracting. Certainly, she wiggled a bit, but that was part of the fun, watching bit by bit as her ability to wiggle was removed. I wouldn't be completely isolating her today. I did love to see her struggle, but I had to have her completely exposed.

I put the last strap on her right knee and then bent over to pick up the length of chain attached to the front corner of the table. I pushed her leg sideways, exposing her cunt again and when it was about 45 degrees from perpendicular, I snapped the clasp to a link in the chain. Sara shifted a bit again, moving her left knee over to the right, trying to close again, or perhaps trying to get comfortable. Lifting the chain from the other corner with one hand, I firmly moved her left leg to a matching position and snapped the clasp in place. I stood back to admire my handiwork. My little slut was completely exposed and helpless. And not once had she complained. 

I moved back between her legs. Letting my erection brush her cunt, I stroked both beautiful nipples. Her cunt moved slightly trying to take me in, or at least be touched more. I just moved side to side, letting my cock getting slightly damp from her very wet pussy. My fingers pulled and twisted her soft nipples, urging them to higher peaks. Sara moaned softly, enjoying my touch. My hands moved in unison to grasp the fullness of her breasts and squeeze them pushing the nipples up even farther. 

"Do you like that slave?'

Sara moaned in response.

"Slave, I asked if you like it." My hands still tugged and pulled on her tits, not rougher, at least not yet. 

"Yes, Daddy, I like that."

"I am your Master in this room, did you forget that I had said that?" I let Sara hear the seriousness of my intent.

"Yes, Master. I like how you play with my breasts."

"Sweet slave, in this room, these are my breasts." I moved my right hand to her cunt and pulled on one of her cunt lips. 'And this is my pussy."

"Yes, Master." Sara's voice sounded farther away. The nearness of my hand to her hot wet cunt had her thinking of other pleasures. I released the down covered lip and stroked her cunt, just moving my fingers over it, not entering it and not specifically stroking any one area. Sara tried to move her hips even harder now, but was still unable to focus my touch in any one area. I stepped back from the exam table to pull over my doctor's stool. I also tugged the equipment table closer wanting to have everything close at hand. Sara held very still, straining to hear every noise. 

I was ready to start Sara's questioning. I wanted her high, flying on a cloud of pleasure, eager for more before I began interrogating her. I did not intend to fuck her pussy if 50 boys had been there before me. Her ass would have to serve me then. I knew she was on birth control pills. It was a secret that Angela had shared with me two years ago. I remembered how shocked I was that my little girl was sexually active. Angela assured me it was only a precaution. I was very glad now that this detail had already been arranged for me.

I started stroking the very wet slit that was perched at the end of my table. Her butt plug was still firmly in place, but still wiggled a bit when Sara shifted or lifted her hips. My left hand moved up to hold open her outer lips as my right hand moved unerringly to her little clit button. I silently berated myself for not bringing my digital camera down into the room, I would have loved to have a before and after shot of this very sweet pussy. 

I concentrated on matching Sara's movements. Her clit grew as I played with it, as did the wetness leaking out of her slit. I dipped my fingers into the wetness for a bit of lubrication and lingered there as her muscles grasped my fingers. I pushed two of them deeper into her cunt and moved them slowly in and out. Sara moans became louder. Her hips were barely able to move, yet kept up the slow tempo of my fingers. 

"Are you going to be a good girl for me, Sara?" I asked quietly as Sara moved deeper into sexual bliss.

Sara nodded.

"I need to hear the words, little one. You are not gagged, so you will answer my questions fully and respectfully. Are you going to be a good slave, Sara."

"Yes, Master, I will be good."

"Good girl, I want you to tell me about your sexual experiences. You must tell me the truth and then deal with the consequences of those actions. Do you understand?'

"What consequences, Daddy?" Sara's voice sounded far away and confused.

I pulled my fingers free of her cunt and reached over on the table for the riding quirt. I slashed hard onto her still humping cunt. 'What did you call me, slave?" I continued to beat her cunt, watching her desire change, seeing the pain reflected in her tightened jaw.

"I am sorry Master. Please, stop, Master, I won't forget again."

I set the quirt back on the table and returned to stroking her cunt. I waited for her to release the pain and move back into the pleasure. My fingers plucked at her clit, pulling it slightly, then rubbing it along the edges, looking for the sweet spot she was rubbing the other day. Her moan of deep pleasure gave away her secret and I softly continued to stroke her clit in just the right place.

"Nasty little sluts have to be shown the error of their ways." I said. 'This will be your only opportunity to tell me the truth and when I release you, you will be forgiven and cleansed of that nastiness. But you must be completely honest. If in the future I discover that you have lied to me, your punishment will be extreme. Do you understand, slave?'

"Yes, Master." Sara's voice sounded soft and sweet, her body deliciously filled with pleasure. My fingers shifted a bit, moving down her slit, then softly entering her cunt.

"Have you had a penis in your cunt, slave?'

"Yes, Master."

"How many different penises have you had in this slut cunt?'

"Just two, Master." Sara's voice was silky. She was so involved in feeling me stroke her soft cunt.

"And who were they, slave?" My voice was harsher now. I hated the thought of anyone else fucking my little girl.

"Martin and Cal, Master."

Cal was on the football team and the bastard who got her drunk. Martin was the name of the college boy who lived next door. They had been friends ever since we moved here 5 years ago. I knew they had dated once he was in high school. Even with the four years difference, he seemed to genuinely enjoy being with Sara. The timing of this action bothered me though. He had been away at the state college for 3 years now.

"Which one of them was first, Sara." Discomfort gave an edge to the words. Sara tensed slightly, so I increased the pressure in her cunt, not speeding up, but just moving firmer.

"Martin was first, Master."

"When and where did this happen, slave? Tell me about it, but don't cum without asking permission." I increased the speed slightly. I wanted to here the story and was certain she needed to be swamped by erotic sensations before she would tell me.

"Martin and I have been playing with each other since I was 13. I used to tag around after him and once caught him touching his penis while he watched a dirty movie. I told him I would tell on him if he didn't let me watch too. He wouldn't touch me until I turned 16 though. He said his Dad had told him that he could go to jail if he did anything before then. So on my 16th birthday, he took me on a camping trip with his family and we did it in the woods." As Sara drew her story to a close, I sped up the fingers in her cunt, now fucking hard, wanting her to cum before the next 'truth.'

"Master, oh, yes, please, please."

My right hand moved faster while my left began plucking at her clit. Each please brought a harder pinch and a deeper stroke.

"Master, please, please, I want to cum, please Master."

I still said nothing and continued to get rougher, without pain. If she came without permission, there would be pain enough.

"Master, please may I cum, please Master.

"Yes, slave, cum. Cum on my fingers."

Sara's body tensed. Her cunt spasmed once then gushed. My hand was drenched and slut juices dripped to the floor. I knew that before I released her, there would be quite a puddle on the ground. I slowed my fingers back to the original speed, softly frigging her now, letting her come down a bit from the pleasure, but not allowing her to lose desire.

"Tell me about Cal."

"I wanted Martin to come home to take me to my junior prom, but he said he couldn't get away from school. Even Martin told me not to, I accepted Cal's invitation. After the dance, Cal took me back to his house and after some petting, fucked me. I really hated it; he was so sloppy and small. We only did it once."

"Why did Martin tell you not to go to the dance with Cal?" I asked. I was starting to see a pattern and wondered what hold Martin had on Sara. My fingers continued to play with Sara, softly stroking, exploring. I wished the butt plug wasn't in the way, but really didn't want any messes right now.

"Martin asked me to go steady after my birthday. He said I couldn't tell anybody, because you would think he was too old for me. So I didn't date anybody else."

"Have you been having sex with Martin a lot since then?'

"Yes. Whenever he comes home from college, we get together. Usually in his house. His mom doesn't care, or at least she never says anything about it."

I let my fingers move faster and harder on Sara, distracting her while I did some thinking. Martin's mom Karen used to be so strict with him. Apparently, she had changed since her divorce a few years ago, but I wasn't sure what changed her uptight attitude so dramatically. Possibly she didn't know what Sara and Martin had been doing in her house.

"Did Mrs. Connelly even know you were having sex in her house, slave?'

"Yes, Master, she caught us doing it a couple of times. The first time she really screamed a lot. But Martin said he had taken care of it and she wouldn't scream any more. I was really nervous, but Mom and I thought that you would completely freak out if you caught us doing it over here."

I was floored. Angela knew Sara was having sex? She had never said anything about it. 

"Master?" Sara was wiggling her bottom at me. I looked down and realized I had moved my hands away from her hungry cunt. I was still in shock. My sweet, sweet Sara, fucking the neighbor and my wife knew.

"Master, please, I love him. Mom knew that. She also knew that I didn't have intercourse with anyone else. I want to be his wife. But first I want to be your slave. I want you to teach me how to please him. Mom said that being with a much older man was the best thing for young girls. We were trying to figure out how to convince you to teach me. I know that this is what she would have wanted for both of us."

Chapter 8

I stood up from my stool and began pacing the floor. Sara continued to talk in the background, but I no longer heard her. Angela had known. And if what Sara was saying was true, she had planned for this exact thing to happen. I was stunned and at the same time was incredibly excited. And I felt relief. It had been bothering me, crossing the line over into incest seemed so viciously wrong even while it felt so deliciously right. And Angela and Sara had set me up. Mind boggling.

Sara's words finally penetrated. 'Daddy, please, say something."

"Its okay, baby, I am here. Daddy is here." I stepped to her side and stroked her face. Her thrashing had loosened the blindfold and I looked into her love filled eyes. 

"Please, Master, I want to be your slave. I am too old to be your little girl any more. I need more from you. Please, please, be my Master?" The need I saw in her eyes jostled my shock. I needed her as my slave as well. I was eager once again to have a slave, to train a slut to please. And I recognized that this beautiful young woman needed it as much as I did. One final detail nagged at me.

"How will Martin react to your being my slave?'

Sara was quiet for a moment. 'I don't know Daddy. Master, I mean." Sara's body tensed, waiting the punishment. I tweaked her nipple hard then released it.

"Well, we will have to deal with that later. I believe we were discussing your sluttiness. Is that correct, slave?

"Yes, Master."

I slid the blindfold back into place, softly touched her cheek and then slid a finger into her warm mouth. Her mouth quickly closed onto it and began rhythmically sucking. I pushed my finger farther into her mouth, testing her ability to control her gagging reflex. Sara opened her throat a bit and swallowed just a bit. I had felt that sensation when I was fucking her mouth with my cock. Feeling it again with my finger reawakened my desire to fuck her throat again. It as obvious she had been practicing her cocksucking technique.

"Who taught you how to suck cocks?'

Sara released my finger, yet remained quiet. When it seemed like she wouldn't answer I lifted my hand and slapped her hard across her face. She squeaked out 'Cal did."

"You learned how to suck cock this well on prom night?'

Sara remained quiet again. I slapped her face harder this time. I had no desire to slap her every time I asked a question. If she was getting off on my slaps, it would have to wait.

"No, Master."

I moved back down to the foot of the table. Perhaps a different form of persuasion was needed. Stroking her clit, I asked, 'How did you learn how to suck cock?'

"Master, please, I had to do it. I wanted to be a cheerleader and since I wouldn't fuck any of the guys, I had to do something to keep my spot on the team."

"What do you mean, slave?'

Sara took a deep breath and then began talking quickly.

"Some of the guys on the football team have something on Mrs. Bowles, the cheerleader coach. If they decide someone is off the team, she is kicked off. So, in order to stay on the team you have to do things for the guys. Martin knew this was the case so he arranged with Cal and a few of the other guys. If I suck them off from time to time, I get to stay on the team and don't have to join their orgies. I have been on the team for 3 years now and have learned how to do it well."

"So Martin lets his whore suck off the football team?" I pulled hard on one of her lips. I was amazed that so much had been going on in my little girl's life. She seemed so sweet, yet had been sucking off who knew how many high school boys. 'Are you their whore? Or is that why the boys called you a cocksucking bitch? Were you sucking cocks at Cal's house Friday night?" I said with scorn.

"Yes, Master." Sara's voice was filled with shame. 

I tugged at Sara's cunt lips while I considered my next move. I had no desire to share my slut with a bunch of smelly high school jocks. Unless, of course, I was in control of them, Yes, perhaps having a team party at my house next weekend. And maybe having Sara call Martin and tell him he needed to come home to see her. My mind tucked away the idea and returned to the task at hand.

"Slave. Hear me well, you will not suck or fuck anyone else without my express permission. As of this moment, that permission is denied. If I find out you have given sexual pleasure of any kind to anyone else, including Martin, I will punish you severely and lock you in this house. If I need to, I can hire tutors to help you through this last bit of your senior year, do you understand?" I barked out the last few words.

Sara gulped, 'yes, Master."

"Even though you had your mother's permission to fuck around," Sara started to protest, I interrupted her quickly, 'shut up, slave." 

I continued. 'You have been a cheap slut, fucking for your pleasure, sucking boys to get what you wanted. And I bet you loved it - you certainly opened your mouth quickly enough for my cock. I am going to punish you for the past three years of being a cocksucking slut. This punishment will also be for my pleasure. I find I need to cleanse your body of the memory of their touch. I want nothing left in your mind, but your Master's touch, his pain and if you are good enough, his pleasure." 

"This room is our cave, our place away from the world. It is sound proofed so no one can hear your screams. Oh yes, my lovely, your screams." My hands left her cunt and began stroking her inner thighs, pushing outward slightly, seeing if they needed to be stretched further. Both gave easily. I moved to Sara's side and put my hand under the belt across her waist. It also needed tightening. I moved up to her arms and found them a bit loose as well. I wanted her immobilized. I had played this game before with other sluts, eager for more pleasure. The first time we played like this, they couldn't imagine how much their bodies could be hurt, and were eager to agree to stay. I loved having them tell me they wanted it. And then throwing it up in their faces later when they begged me to stop. Knowing now that Sara had been such a slut made my emotional withdrawal easier.

"Slave, you have one last chance to get free. If you want me to release you, I will do so." Sara shook her head. 'Say it slave."

"I want to be your slave. I want to be here, Master."

"Very good, slave. You have made me proud." I unhooked the end of her left wrist strap and tugged it tighter, then rehooked it to the table. I repeated the action on the right strap, Sara bountiful breasts stood up even taller now, and she was stretched so beautifully. I moved down to her waist strap and found it tugging her arms up higher had pulled her body up a bit, removing the slack from the belt. Tickling her belly button then softly stroked my way down her thigh. She giggled a little bit, so sweet. My right hand grabbed the clasp and released the chain. I tugged down on her leg, forcing it open farther, then reconnected the chain. I tickled my way over to the other leg. Sara wasn't quite as giggly now, reminded of her vulnerability. I was a bit rough on this leg. I wanted her thighs to ache. I had seen her do splits on the football field, and was delighted to see she was nearly that spread open right now. Her ankles kept her from spreading any wider, but I wasn't going to loosen them and risk being kicked. 

I stood back and looked at my prize. Her body barely moved, although her breathing sounded harsh. Her thighs clenched and unclenched as she strove to discover an easing of the tightness. I thought carefully about the tone of the next hour. Did I want to start in brutal and keep her in tears? I wasn't even sure I could take it that far. With Angela and punishment scenes, it was different. She needed to be deeply punished to be able to forgive herself. Sara had been a slut, yes, but she had been honest with me. But I wanted to hear her screams. I wanted to hear her beg me. I wanted to fuck her while tears poured down her face. I let the thought wash over me, picturing her anguish. I knew she would love it though. Watching her cum from being raped in the ass showed me that. She would learn to love the pain, to need it. And I wanted; no it was more than wanted, I had to give it to her. It wasn't likely that there would be another opportunity like this one in a few weeks. Sara was bound to be on her best behavior, especially if she was aware of the depth of pain I would enjoy giving her in reprisal.

I moved back between Sara's legs. Her body was calm, I was sure she was feeling euphoria at being helpless, being exposed. Angela had tried to explain it once to me, but I really hadn't understood. I just knew that it gave her a calmness that not even the best masseuse could match. My cock was growing harder, being this close to her wetness. I could smell her desire. My left hand moved to softly touch her clit. Sara moaned softly and shifted ever so slightly. I was certain it was all she could do; her body was so tightly restrained. My right hand moved to my own pleasure. My cock was eager to fuck her cunt. I wanted to be fully hard before I entered her. I let the pace of strokes match between her clit and my cock. Getting us both excited, eager to fuck. I decided I wanted to take her to the edge, myself as well. I wanted the whipping to be erotic, not just a cold punishment. If I came, then my cold determination would take over. I could wait for another time, when Sara earned a deeper pain.




My Sweet Slave Sara Ch. 2



"Master, please, I want to feel your cock, please fuck me, Master." Sara's plea awoke me from my reverie and I plunged my cock into her cunt. 

Pure ecstasy. It took every bit of my control not to fill her cunt at that very moment. She was so hot, so wet and milked my cock so well. I held still, closing my eyes, thinking of baseball, work, anything to keep from cumming. Sara's talented pussy continued to massage me. Every movement made my control harder, so finally I withdrew from her grasping cunt. Sara moaned her displeasure. My fingers moved into place, stroking her cunt, letting her grow in pleasure. I wanted her on the edge as well. For the first time, I was going to deny her orgasm. She was going to learn to either hold it, or earn additional punishment. I looked forward to either event.

Conserving my strength, I caught the stool with my foot and drug it into place. My hand continued to push in and out of her sucking cunt, two fingers now, then three. I sat down on the stool, and tipped my head down just a bit more. First blowing on her cunt, then, spreading open her lips with my left hand, I lowered my head even closer and started lapping at her swollen clit. Sara's moans turned to cries, interspersed with muttering. I could feel she was so near her orgasm. 

"Daddy, please, please, that feels so good, yes, yes." Sara was incoherent, lost in the pleasure, trapped by her bonds. I backed off finger fucking and sucking on her to give her a chance to ask. Sara just kept moaning, 'please, Daddy, please, now, please." I moved my fingers faster, harder then. She had a spanking coming for calling me Daddy in this room. Soon she would have a whipping in order for cumming without permission. It was a delicious moment, like sitting down to a fine meal and watching the waiter carrying it to the table. Sara's head was thrashing back and forth on the table. 'Yes, Daddy, fuck me Daddy, fuck your slut. YES, I'm Cumming Daddy, NOW, please." Sara's wet pussy clenched tight on my finger as her juices squirted out. The pressure of her orgasm so strong that even my chest was covered by her squirting pleasure. I kept up the finger fucking and moved my mouth away.

"Did my slut have permission to cum?" Sara's body was still rocked by the pleasure, her cunt sucking hard on my fingers. 'And what did my little slave call her Master?" My fingers got harder. This orgasm was going to hurt. This time she would beg. 

"Daddy, Master, please, I am sorry, please, may I cum, I need to cum, now, please. I want your cock fucking me, Master."

Sara's sweet cries spoke directly to my cock, I wanted to plunge my dick into her, feel her pulse around me, but not yet. 

'No angel, hold it for me, hold it for your Master.' I chanted softly to her. 'Good slave, hold your pleasure, don't cum, baby, nasty naughty babies cum without permission. Good girl.' My words toyed with her as my fingers continued to fuck her. 

'Master, please, now, please may I cum? Please, now, please.'

Ah, that sweet place. I was ready to change the pace. Ready to hear different cries.

'No, you must wait just a bit. You were a nasty, filthy little girl and came without permission. You got cum all over your Master. Since you had to be so naughty, I am going to bring you to orgasm one more time, but then you will be whipped until you are screaming with the pain. So now, sweet slut, you may cum as soon as you are ready to be beaten.'

Sara's body understandably slowed. The thought of being whipped, while exciting, also changed the concentration of her mind from her cunt to her position. I could whip her most sensitive areas, her tits were completely uncovered, her legs spread wider than the cheapest well-used whore, her cunt sucking down my fingers, clit swollen, ready for my belt.

I added one more finger to her hot honey pot. Four fingers now fucked her, pushed deeper into her. I twisted my hand and let my thumb slam against her clit every time I entered her. Soon she was bucking again, on edge, muttering, whining.

'Cum, my slut, my slave, cum so I can whip you, let me listen to your cries, your pleas. Good girl, cum for your Master.'

Sara screamed as she came, every muscle in her body clenched. Her cunt closed so hard my hand was forced from it, expelled with her dew and a bit of piss. She continued to shake as I pushed my hand back into place. I wanted her drained, completely satisfied. Spasms wracked her body, jerking her like a marionette and still I fucked her hard with my fingers. She was crying now, 'Master, please stop, please I can't take any more. Please stop.' 

'Beg me to punish my nasty little girl then, beg me to punish you.'

'Please Master, I am so sorry, please punish me, yes, anything, please stop, please let it stop.'

As she took a breath, I pulled my fingers free of her cunt. They were covered with her natural lube; some even dripped down my arm. 

'Good girl, that's my girl, come down now.' I talked softly to her, letting her come down from the sexual high. I went to the deep sink in the corner and washed off my hands. I didn’t want to soil my tools. 

Sara was still wiggling a bit, still feeling her body twitch occasionally. Walking back over to my baby I stopped at the nearby equipment wall and pulled a two inch wide belt from the wall. Doubling it over as I continued my journey back to Sara, I began slapping it against my left hand. Sara's body stopped twitching, freezing as she worked to hear every sound. I stood next to her, still slapping the belt against my hand, positioning it over her body so that without losing rhythm I could slap her left tit with a gentle thwap. I waited until her breathing became measured, until she had calmed herself, controlled the fear and then slapped at her nipple. She jumped, so sweet, her skin pinking ever so slightly. I kept up a soft pace, slapping my hand with the belt, and then every so often, moving my hand aside and hitting her skin. Her right nipple, her tummy, her left nipple again, then alternating nipples not increasing pressure, but then with the repeated blows, I didn't need to. Her skin pinked up nicely, her nipples turning redder. She was whimpering with each blow, jumping with the strikes now fighting the pain. 

'Master, it hurts, please, it hurts, my nipples are on fire, please Master.' 

I continued to tap her with the belt. I didn't increase the pressure, but my hand was getting tired of being slapped and so I no longer caught any of the strokes. Each of them landed on her skin, slapping already sore spots. I had managed to cover all of her breasts with the belt. The sensitive bottom, the lovely tan marks from her bikini, the white soft sides. And those delightful nipples, they received most of my attention. 

'Master, please, please stop, I can't take any more, please, STOP.' Her voice had gotten progressively louder, and more demanding. With her last word, sounding a great deal like a command, I stopped my strikes.

'Are you being punished little slave? Are you a nasty little whore who services the football team, sucks their cocks like a cheap slut? Are you the nasty little girl who needed to be spanked this morning for failing to follow a command? Are you the horny slut who came without permission a short while ago? And did you just command me to stop?'

Sara's whimpers and pleas had changed to soft sobs. Each infraction increased the volume of those sobs. She was fussing so loud that I had to raise my voice as I continued.

'You, my slave, are being punished and I am the only one who will decide when it stops and when it starts. But, following your rather poorly timed complaint, I will stop, but make you wish I had not. And as an extra bonus, I am going to let you watch me. I pulled the blindfold off her face and reached above us with my left hand. Hanging from a pulley was a delightful pair of nipple clamps. It wasn't too difficult to pull them down, the other end was only connected to a 5-pound weight, but once they were tight on her nipples, I was certain my point would be made. Sara couldn't have helped but recognize what these were. She had worn a pair of clover clamps earlier. Her face changed from pain to fear in an instant as she watched the clamp go closer. Her eyes slammed shut as my right hand began to tug on her left nipple. I quickly let go of the nipple and slapped Sara's face hard. 

'Slave, you will watch me work. Watch your nipple become trapped in the soft jaws of this clamp. If you close your eyes before I put both clamps in place, I will double the weight at the end of this rope, do you understand me?' 

Sara's eyes popped open as I scolded her, they opened wider at the realization that first, there was a weight at the end of the rope and second that I would increase it. I stroked her soft cheek, then moved back gradually to her nipple. I loved the tension that was set. Sara knew some of the pain of being clamped, but her nipples were much sorer now, even my tugs were more painful than before. What would the clamps do this time? And how would the weight differ? I could see the hamster running wild on its wheel in her head, thoughts spinning, tumbling inside her. 

When her nipple was firm and ready, I grabbed the clamp with my right hand, while the left held back the weight. I eased the clamp in place, barely letting it close onto her nipple. I knew it would stay in place and the clamp would slam shut once I let go with my left hand. Sara's in-drawn breath let me know that it was perfectly placed, the pressure starting to ache, but really not too bad. I moved to her left nipple and prepared it. I watched her face as I moved the second clamp into place. Her sweet face seemed in a far away place, watching with a helpless fascination as the clamp closed on her nipple. Again, I let it go softly, I didn’t want all of the pressure right away. 

'Look at me, slave. Let me see the pain.' 

Sara's eyes met mine. I saw the dread there, the fear. I quickly opened my left hand, letting the rope jerk away, pulled taut by the weight on the other end. Sara's body lurched as the weight yanked the clamps closed and lifted up. Sara screamed with pain and surprise as the agony filled her eyes. I put my hand softly on her face and stroked her, letting her see the love, the affection and the need there. I wanted her to move into the pain, to change it to pleasure. 

I let my voice soften the pain. 'Beautiful baby, sweet one, so pretty, your titties are so sweet, so hot. I love how you look, love seeing your nipples pulled so tight.' Sara began to ease, letting the sensations change to pleasure, she could still feel the pain, and it couldn't be dismissed. But it no longer was the only sensation.

I changed my voice back to the harsh tones of punishment. 'You asked me to stop whipping your breasts, didn't you? And I did. At great cost to you. You, my slave, are welcome to scream right now, but never tell me what to do. Do you understand, slave?'

Sara nodded; her eyes still focused on me. The fear was returning. She seemed mixed up, bouncing from pain to fear to desire. I knew that with each breath they were becoming permanently associated within my little slave. I pulled Sara's blindfold back in place and moved to stand between her legs again. My cock was eager to fuck for a bit, and Sara's cunt was so available, I plunged in for a few quick strokes. I first moved slowly, then when I noticed that the harder strokes pulled on the clamps, fucked my little girl harder. Each stroke pulled them tighter, then let it loose, but of course, clover clamps don't release, their torment is unrelenting, hence my preference. My cock was filling her sweet cunt. With each stroke, it was harder to leave, harder to step away from paradise. Sara also was reacting to the strokes, getting hotter, letting more of the pain drift away. I didn't want her this aroused, still wanted to punish, so I pulled my cock free of her grasping cunt. Sara's moan of disappointment echoed my cock's opinion of the move, but I had so much more that I wanted.

I picked up the belt from the floor where I had let it drop. I began the stroking again, slapping my hand with the end. Sara's moans of pleasure stopped as though I had popped a gag into place. I toyed with her, walking completely around the table, not letting her know where I would strike. I came to a halt between her legs. Positioning the slaps right above her swollen clit, I moved my hand out of the way. The first hit was dead on target and her clit jumped. I moved my hand back under the belt and let a few more slaps hit. Each time that cute little clit jumped with the sound. Since I hadn't moved at all, Sara knew it was only a matter of time before her clit was spanked again. As she calmed down just a bit, I pulled my hand out of the way and let each stroke hit her clit. With each slap, her clit jumped. The lips surrounding it started to puff up, as if to protect their charge, so I moved my left hand back into play, holding them open, and without missing a stroke, nailed her little clit again and again.

Sara was crying now. Her thighs had to have been aching - her non-stop struggles mixed with the tight spread of her legs would cause even the most advanced athlete to cringe with pain. And her clit, swollen and red, thumped regularly with the belt. Her cunt lips swollen as well from being stretched and from the rare hits that I let miss her clit. I wasn't hitting her hard, still just taps, but the repetition had annoyed her nerves to the breaking point. 

'Sweet slave, such a good girl, that's my girl. Are you going to be good now? Do exactly as I say?'

Sara jumped at the chance my words seemed to offer her. 'Yes, Master, I promise to do whatever you say, I will be so good. Please, Master.' Her words were choked a bit with sobs as she continued to cry.

Ah, my sweet girl, if only she could have seen the smile on my face, I wasn't promising relief, only a new torture, but she would learn. I moved my left hand back into place under the moving belt. Sara moaned with delicious relief. I set down the belt, wanting her to hear it removed from the field of play. I quietly picked up the quirt and moved back to her side.

'Slave, your punishment is nearly complete, if you can obey me for the next two minutes - I will leave you alone for awhile. Can you be good for two minutes?'

Sara's sobs quieted as she nodded.

'I need to hear the words, slave.'

'Yes, Master, I will be good for the next two minutes.'

'Good girl, my only command to you, is this - don't scream, don't whimper, don't make a sound. If I hear even a cry from you, I will reset the timer and your two minutes will begin.'

With my last word, I brought the quirt down sharply onto her tits, barely missing the clamps still holding her nipples captive and distended. Sara screamed.

'Disobedient already, tsk, tsk.' Sara bit down on her lip, surprised to have screamed and more shocked at the pain that still radiated along a sharp line on her breasts. I reached and turned over the egg timer on the tray, starting her two minutes. I spent the next minute lightly tapping Sara's body, hitting her inner thighs softly - teasing really. I even spanked the bottom of her feet, but when the sands were halfway gone, I began in earnest. From what I had learned of her, I knew I could make her scream again. I wanted to have two chances for this play and now worked to gain that next scream. I began by whipping quickly on both sides of the clamps. 

Sara's lips were white with the pressure of keeping them closed, her throat jumping with each slap. I shifted my focus to her soft thighs, but this time showed no mercy. I worked quickly but carefully, lying down lines of pain in neat strokes, working both sides, closer and closer to her cunt. With each movement closer I also got harder, so that as I neared that incredibly sensitive area next to her cunt I was leaving welts with each hit. Sara finally could hold back no more and screamed as I took the last inch and slashed the body of the quirt in the juncture of her thigh and cunt. The scream echoed through the room. It was followed by Sara's sobs again. She was begging me so softly, begging me not to start again. I looked at the timer and was happy to see just a bit more left.

'Sweet slave, you were so close, just a bit more and it would have been over.'

"Master, please, please, it hurts so much, please, it hurts. I will be good, please don't hurt me any more, please let me go.' Sara's words degenerated into whimpering sobs, punctuated with incoherent whining for release. I decided to give her a break. I was getting a bit tired myself and wanted to sit down and enjoy my handiwork for a bit. I went to one of the dressers in the rooms and rummaged around in the top drawer for a gag. I really didn't want to listen to her screams; I wanted to see the screams, to see the pain etched on her skin. I also wanted to see the tears fall down her face. And I wanted to see the look of disillusionment. She seemed to believe that being a slave was going to be easy, was going to be one sexual thrill after another. Being a man's slave in this day and age was so much more. My pleasure would become hers and her disregard of my rules would become my responsibility to correct. Finally pulling out a nice penis gag, I walked over to the sink to wash it off. I used a good deal of soap and managed to clean most of it off. If some remained, well, Sara would have a clean mouth once we were finished.

Approaching Sara I said, 'Open your mouth, slave.'

Sara's mouth opened slowly, but widely. My patience must have been wearing thin because this annoyed me. I slapped her face.

'When I give you a command, you will obey quickly and completely.'

Sara's mouth stretched open wider. I put the gag in slowly, letting my cocksucker prepare her mouth for its invasion. 

'Close your mouth on this gag, but do not bite down yet.'

Sara's mouth snapped shut. I wiggled the gag in just a bit more then moved the straps around to the back of her head. I loved that this gag had Velcro, which made the attachment easier. As I brought my hands out from behind her head, I caught the blindfold and pulled it off. Sara's eyes blinked a bit as they readjusted to the light. Her eyes were already a bit puffy from the tears she had already shed.

'Two more minutes, baby. No noises although with the gag in place that is assured.'

I picked up the quirt from the table and brought it in front of her face.

'This is your tormenter. Its marks proudly cover your thighs.' The devil's voice held that same soft hint of violence, I was sure. Of course, I had practiced getting the tone just right. Conversational yet deadly, it promised torment pain and fulfilled desire.

I shifted my concentration about a foot lower and looked with delight on her red striped tits. I reached and turned over the timer and then as the sands began falling, I grasped a clamp in each hand. I turned my head to watch her as I pulled up slightly on the clamps. Her body seemed to stretch impossibly as I tugged. With a quick, coordinated move, I released both clamps at once. Sara's body collapsed onto the table and her eyes filled with tears. I brought my hand back to her tits and roughly grabbed each nipple. 

I twisted them viciously, looking into her eyes. I wanted her to see how much the agony she felt excited me. I wanted to show her that this wouldn't be the last time she cried in pain for me. Her head shook back and forth and the gag wiggled as she struggled. I let the nipples go and picked up the quirt. Suddenly I had an urge to mark her. I wanted her to be forced to wear sedate clothes. I brought the quirt down sharply on the upper part of her breasts. Again and again, I whipped them. After a dozen strikes they had deep red welts on them with tiny spots where blood vessels had popped beneath the skin. Satisfied she would be unwilling to expose them, I moved lower. My slut had been wearing tiny shorts when I picked her up Friday night. I was no longer sure I believed her story about where she had gotten them. She wouldn't be tempted to wear them again, soon. I slashed her thighs with the quirt, not even working for neatness, working against the clock. As the last sands fell through the timer, I turned the quirt 90 degrees and gave five hard whips to my slut's open cunt.




My Sweet Slave Sara



Chapter 2

The next morning, I wasn't surprised to find that I had had a wet dream in the night. I went into the bathroom, lifted the toilet seat and groaned with relief as the urine flowed. My mind flashed an image of Sara sitting before me, swallowing my hot piss. I shook off the thought as I shook my cock dry and returned to my room. I pulled the bedspread and sheets from my bed, tossing them into the laundry chute. I didn't need any more reminders of last night's indulgence. I could hear Sara singing down in the kitchen and decided to face the possibility of her remembering right away. I couldn't stand the suspense any longer. I pulled on a pair of sweats and headed downstairs. 

When I arrived in the kitchen, I was surprised to see Sara was making breakfast for me. She was wearing her short robe and I was hard pressed not to stare at her beautiful legs. I grabbed the newspaper from the counter and then sat down at the table, hoping that she had not seen my growing arousal. I silently berated myself and then tried to lose myself in the paper. It was hopeless. 

'We need to talk about last night,' I brazenly started the conversation. 

Sara nodded and hung her head. She brought a plate of food over to me and then sat down at the table. We both ate in silence for awhile. When we were finished I looked up at her, while she stared at her toes. 

'Sara,' I said in my best-disappointed Dad voice. 'Why were you drunk, and where did you get that slutty outfit you had on?'

Sara held still for a moment longer and then took in a deep breath. Her words started out so soft I had to lean towards her to hear them. 'Some of the guys from school were teasing me that I was no fun, that I was a cold bitch. I told them I wasn't, so they invited me over for a party. I figured you wouldn't find out, because you were going to be gone, so no big deal. We got over to Cal's house and they started to drink beer. It was so gross, I just pretended to drink it and then dumped it out when they weren't looking. Then one of the guys tripped and dumped his beer on me. I stunk so badly, but Cal said I could wear some of his sister's clothes while they washed mine. So I agreed and went into the bathroom to change. They wouldn't give me any clean clothes until I gave them mine and then they just gave me the clothes you saw.' Sara took a shuddering breath and continued. 

'I didn't want to seem like a prude so I just put them on. Cal said he could tell I didn't like beer, so he would make some iced tea for me. It tasted really good and I had like 3 of them. When I went to stand up to go to the bathroom I realized that I was drunk. Cal must have put something in my tea. I got really scared, the guys wanted to touch me, but I didn't want to feel their hands on me. They kept trying to touch me, lifting my shirt, trying to pinch my nipples. I just wanted to go home so I slapped away their hands. Cal offered to drive me home, but I knew he was too drunk to get behind the wheel. I knew it wasn't too far to walk to our house and just headed out the door. The guys started chasing me, calling me a frigid, cocksucking bitch. I managed to get away and was turning up our street when the cops picked me up.'

Sara hung her head farther. 'Daddy, I am so sorry I disappointed you. I promise nothing like this will ever happen again.' 

I sat there for awhile, so uncertain, but knowing she had to be punished for going out with those boys in the first place and drinking beer. In the past, she had always been spanked for transgressions, as rare as they had been. But after last night, it seemed a bad idea to get that close to her. Then her words took away the options. 

'Daddy, I know you have to spank me for it, please, just do it so it can be over.' The tears had already started in her eyes. 

'Come here, little one.' I pulled her to my side and gave her a hug. I then pulled the chair away from the table. I shut my eyes as I pulled her over my lap and said a short prayer, begging for strength, for the ability to spank her and then let it end. As I lifted my hand for the first swat, her voice cut through my heart 'Thank you Daddy for punishing me'. My hand smacked down hard on her bottom. I could feel the heat start and removed my hand for the next swat. I rhythmically smacked her bottom, alternating cheeks, not letting the sting ease before the next one hit. After about 25 hits, she was crying loudly, and had begun to struggle against the arm holding her in place. I pulled her up and then settled her gently on my lap. Cuddling her close, I stroked her back, murmuring that I loved her, that I just wanted her to be my good little girl. She was touching me at the same time. Pushing her hands into my robe she stroked my chest, rubbing her head under my chin, trying to burrow into my strength. Her sobs slowed to the occasional whimper and her tears stopped wetting her cheeks and my chest. 

Sara raised her head and looked into my eyes. 'Daddy, are you mad at what happened after we got home?'

My heart stopped. I had hoped she wouldn't have remembered it, but it wasn't to be. I knew I had to be firm on this. I didn't want my daughter turning into a slut that was ruled by the urges of her body, but neither did I want her to start seeking satisfaction from boys who might hurt her, or worse, get her pregnant. 

'Baby, what we did last night was beautiful, but it was very wrong. Daddies and their little girls aren't supposed to do those things together. I don't want you to be controlled by your body. You need to learn to control your needs, or to satisfy them yourself.' Once again my cock was giving me a different message, poking its head up, making a tent in my sweats. 

'Daddy. I know that I shouldn't let boys touch me, but it feels so much better when they do it, when they touch me. But Daddy, it has never felt so good as last night. I woke up in the night and wanted to come to you, wanted to feel it again. I didn't think you would want me, you didn't even try to fuck me, even though your cock was very hard.'

I was stunned to hear my little girl talk that way. I had to reassess what I was seeing. My little girl wasn't little any more. The pink robe that was so adorably large a few years ago barely covered a lush body, straining to get loose. Her breasts showed their delightful fullness and her nipples poked boldly out of the soft fabric. I could see she was very aroused and could once again smell her delicious womanly scent. I shook my head and started to talk. Sara interrupted me. 

She dropped to her knees. 'Daddy, please don't push me away. I know you think of me as your little girl, but I'm not. I want to be more. I am tired of pretending with the boys at school that they are you. I even let one of them spank me, imagining that it was you. Please Daddy, don't do this to me. Let me be more than your little girl, let me be your lover.'

I was shocked. I didn't want this. In that moment I wanted nothing more than to let time slip away, let her be my little girl again. The decision was plaguing me. I closed my eyes and leaned forward onto the table, propping my head on my hands. I heard Sara moving and lifted my head to find her naked before me. 

'Don't you want me Daddy? Am I that ugly? Some of the girls say I have fat tits, that I am too ugly to have a boy friend? Is that it?' I shook my head. 

'Then what Daddy? Why won't you touch me?' Sara reached down and pulled my unresisting hand to her full breast. Of its own volition it was stroking the soft beckoning skin. The nipple poked at my palm and my fingers plucked at it, remembering how she had tugged at it last night as she orgasmed into my mouth. 'Yes, Daddy, please yes.'

Sara dropped to her knees before me, still holding my hand against her breast. Her other hand reached out and pulled back the sweats, freeing my throbbing cock. I watched her mouth open, her little pink tongue wet her lips and then watched her lower its softness to my oh so eager cock. My fingers grabbed hard onto her breast as she once again took my cock into her mouth. I lifted my other hand and was stroking her head, as she was stroking my cock. I let my shoulders fall back against the chair as I pushed forward into her mouth. My hips were bucking, pushing more and more into her mouth. I could feel my orgasm starting again and this time was I going to be the one in control. I pulled her mouth off my cock. 

Her whimper surprised and pleased me. Having a horny slut at my feet, eager to suck my cock and willing to beg for it hardened me even further. I struggled to stop the orgasm and let my body settle down. I still had my hand buried in her hair and one on her breast. I tipped her face back so I could see her desire as I roughly stroked her breast. It was already red from the massaging I had done early, but not it took on even a rosier hue. Her breath started coming in pants as I mauled her breast, I grabbed as much as I could and squeezed, waiting to feel her withdraw, but even as a look of pain flashed across her face, she continued to push it harder into my hand. I let go entirely and waited to see what she would do. She looked into my eyes again. 'Please Daddy, please take me, I want to be yours, Daddy, I want you to own me, to teach me. Please.'

In this moment I knew what I wanted, what I would have. Her body wasn't going to stop seeking pleasure and without some control she would get herself into trouble. I would own her, take her, and teach her, but in my way, in my time. 

'Will you do exactly as I say?' I asked her. She nodded. 'Say it.'

'I will do whatever you say.' 

'Lie down across my lap again.'

'No, Daddy, please don't spank me any more, please!' Her whimpering voice tugged at my heart again, but this time I was standing firm. 'So you are already disobeying me, displeasing me. You can't even follow a simple command.' I saw the conflict flit across her face. She wanted to be my lover, but knew I was going to hurt her already sensitive bottom. 'Do as I say' I barked. Sara finally stood up, came to my side and then lay down across my lap. Now that her bottom was bare, I could see some of the redness from her earlier spanking. I touched her soft skin and heard her moan. Lifting my hand, I prepared to begin her training. Her bottom tensed, but she made no attempt to move off my lap. I brought my hand down very, very hard on her bottom, twice as hard as any of the previous slaps. Sara screamed and fell to the floor in surprise. 

'Get up here.' I barked again. Sara whimpered as she slowly rose to her feet. About half way up I grew tired of the weight and grabbed her hair. I tugged roughly on it so that she fell against my lap. This time I held tightly on to her with my other hand as I once again raised my hand. 'Do you know why you are being punished?' Sara shook her head. 'You are no longer in charge of this body. I will not allow you to become some football jock's slut. Do you understand?' I punctuated each of the last three words with a hard blow to her bottom. Sara snuffled and then nodded her head. 'Speak up.'

'Yes, Sir, I understand.' 

'Do you still want to be mine? Do you still want me to train you?' Sara paused for a moment and then nodded her head again. I pushed her to her feet. 'Follow me,' I said brashly to her as I walked from the room. 

I had decided that I would push her so far that she would no longer want me. I was going to show her the dark side of my desire. Even Monica, my beautiful wife, had turned away when I showed her the depths of my need to dominate, to control, to hurt. I headed up the stairs into my room. I grabbed a belt from my closet and then stood in the middle of the room. Sara stood in the doorway of my room. 'Come here and kneel in front of me.'

Sara walked to me and gracefully fell to her knees. I lowered my sweats and pulled out my cock. Sara moved to take it into her mouth. I slapped her face hard and grabbed her hair to pull it away. 

'If you are going to be my lover, you slut, you are going to learn how to suck my cock. And you are going to learn that I like to see tears on my lover's face as I fuck her throat. Do you still want me to own you?' Sara nodded. 'Then suck my cock, slut, and keep sucking it, no matter what happens, do you understand?' Sara nodded again as she moved to the task. As her mouth closed over my cock and moved to engulf it, I brought the belt down viciously onto her ass. She screamed and let go of my cock for a moment and then grabbed it back. 

I stopped in surprise, I fully expected her to run from the room screaming, promising anything to get away from me. Yet she valiantly held on. I raised the belt again and slashed as her ass once more. The whistling of the belt mixed with the sucking noises of her delicious mouth. My cock was pounding into her, filling her, choking off the screams. I stopped for a moment again; enjoying having my cock sucked so vigorously by such a hot slut and then felt my orgasm rising. Rather than letting her bring me off, I violently whipped her ass with the belt until even it became too much and she fell off it, like a rider falling from a horse. I watched her as she lay quivering and whimpering on the floor. I knew this would be hard for both of us but I also knew that I had to establish my complete dominance over her. I feared that she would quit, but once again she got back up and sucked my cock deep into her mouth. I threw my head back in pleasure and let her suck me deeply within her throat again. Then I resumed whipping her, punctuating the thrusts of my cock into her throat. My sperm bubbled up and I could feel it shooting into her throat. I pulled her back by her hair and finished shooting on her face. 

As I looked at her, I discovered that she had been playing with her cunt while I whipped and face fucked her. I pushed her back onto the floor and knelt beside her. Her legs opened up wide as she sifted from side to side, rubbing the rough carpet against her reddened, welted ass. I let my hand drift down her body to her very wet cunt. Pushing her hands aside, I stuffed two fingers hard up her cunt and brutally finger fucked her. Her hands moved to her tits, pulling on them again. Not missing a rough stroke, I lowered my open mouth to her breast and bit into her succulent skin. She arched her back and screamed as a mind wrenching orgasm took over her body. She continued to shudder and scream as I kept up the pace of the finger fucking, this time adding a finger into her very tight ass. I let go of my bite of breast and sought her nipple. As she approached a higher peak I sucked the nipple into my mouth. When her orgasm began I bit down as hard as I could without breaking the skin and was pleased to hear her scream of pain mix with the obvious signs of orgasm. Her body shook and her cunt sprayed its bounty all over my hand and the carpet. I let her drift down, just sucking gently on the nipple now, stroking her cunny softly. 

'Do you still want to be mine?' I asked her as I carried her to my bed. She smiled, nuzzled against my skin and clearly said 'Yes, Daddy, Please.'

Chapter 3

I was whistling as I headed down to the kitchen. Life suddenly seemed to make sense. I glanced at the clock in the kitchen, heeding my stomach's request for food. It was nearly 2 in the afternoon. I changed my mind about a light snack and pulled out food for the meal. It looked to be a beautiful day, so perhaps some burgers on the Q. A salad would be a nice starter and maybe some nice potatoes roasted on the coals. The day seemed perfect. It had been so long since things had made sense. Things were clear now. My daughter's sexuality completed a puzzle I hadn't realized I was working on. She had been taunting me with her sexuality. Thoughts flashed to dates she had been on with Martin, the neighbor's boy. She came home disheveled, and I was oblivious to the cause or intent. She had taken to sunbathing without her top on; I had just stayed away from the pool when she was out there. She seemed to always be in that too small robe around the house. I flushed when I remembered the bathrobe I had already purchased for her graduation present. The little minx probably had 3 or 4 that fit fine. She had wanted something. I was laughing at myself when Sara slipped into the room.

'What's so funny, Dad?' 

'I have been blind, haven't I? You have been flirting with me for months, trying to get my attention. I didn't even see it.' Sara blushed. 'Why do you want me and not one of your friends, like Martin, or even Cal?'

Sara looked down at her feet for awhile. 'Dad, they're just boys. I'd let them touch me and it just didn't matter. But I'd watch you in the shower and just wanted to touch you. When you finally did, it was like, wow. I just wanted to feel it again and again.'

'Baby,' I started, then paused.

'Daddy, I wanted to be your slave. Ever since I was 12 and watched you spanking Mom once, I wanted that too. Mom said that what you did was special. That you loved her so much. She said that she was so happy she was more than just your wife. I wanted to be more than just your daughter.'

Now it was my turn to stare at my feet. In all of this, I hadn't thought about Monica's opinion. I wondered if she would be horrified that I had started training my daughter to be my slave. The thought had me in knots. Sara was still my little girl. The little girl who was such an adorable ballerina, who was a princess for Halloween 10 years in a row. I took a fresh look at her now. She hadn't bothered to put on clothes when she came downstairs, but then, neither had I. Her body was not the same as the little girl in my mind. If anything she looked more like her mother. Her body was lush, muscular in places, soft and full in others. My body started responding to the beautiful sight before me. My much-diminished cock struggled to regain its rigidity, eager to show this ravishing woman how much pleasure we could give her. I turned my back to her, trying to think all of the implications through. Yes, oh God, Yes. I would love to have this delicious female as my slave. Should I live to be 100 I could teach her, use her, own her. The reality was that I had no right to do so. She was so young; she deserved to have someone her own age.

Sara interrupted my thoughts. 'Daddy, I can't be your slave forever. I head off to college in a six months. Our lives will change so much then, please just let me be with you for this last bit of time together.' Sara pushed off from the wall and came to rest her body against mine. Her soft breasts resting against my back, her nipples poking at me, just as her words had. 'Daddy, teach me, mentor me, so that when I do marry I can be more to my husband than just a wife. Let me learn to show the same pride in my sexuality that Mom had. Please Daddy, please?'

Sara's hands moved around to hold me even closer. As she spoke, they drifted lower. 'I know I excite you and you know that you excite me.' 

'Yes baby, you do excite me. I want to teach you, to train you, and guide you. I loved using you this morning, feeling my pleasure erupt into your body.' I stepped away from her and grabbed the chef's apron from the hook by the back door and headed out to start the coals. Sara giggled a bit. 'What?' I asked.

'It looks funny without anything on underneath it.'

I looked down and joined her in laughter. I did indeed look funny. The apron was the only thing covering my body and my erection pushed it away from my body. Sara approached me. 

'Please let me touch you, Daddy. I loved how you tasted last night.' It was cute to still see a bit of a blush on her face. It didn't disguise her look of determination. It was obvious this is what she wanted. And, god forgive me, I wanted it as well.

'Are you sure? Consider it carefully. If you agree, I will become more than your daddy. I will be your Master and my word will be law. More than a Daddy's law, I will own your sexuality, your time, and your body. You will use it to please me, to serve me and I will teach you how to use all that you have to complete yourself and to please your future husband.'




My Sweet Slave Sara



Sara nodded quickly. 'One more thing. Before you marry, I will tell your husband everything. He will know that he is not getting just a wife, but rather a slave, a plaything. Is that clear?'

'Yes, Daddy.' 

'Go get my sweats.'

Sara stood confused for a moment. 'What?'

'Go get my sweats. While I am cooking, I don't want to burn something I am going to need later.'

Sara laughed and skipped out of the kitchen. She brought my sweats back to me and offered to put them on me. I swatted her bottom and told her to get the rest of the dinner ready.

We sat on the back porch eating our dinner, enjoying the cooling night. Spring was grudgingly giving way to summer, but the night still spoke of rain and chill. Sara shivered once. She was still naked. Her nipples were tight from the cold now. I had grabbed a shirt from the laundry, but she seemed determined to flaunt her body at me. I really wasn't complaining. She was so beautiful. It seemed a perfect time to begin her training. I knew that she expected pure sex, but serving was so much more than that. 

'Clean up the table, and the kitchen. I am going into the den to read for awhile. Let me know when you have finished.'

Sara looked confused for a moment; usually we did this chore together. 'Aren't you going to help clean up?'

'Why should I? I have a slave now, I don't need to do the dishes.' I walked out of the room as she stood there sputtering. As I walked to the den, I heard her banging the dishes around a bit, muttering under her breath. In the future, I would have to deal with her attitude, but for now, it was fun to listen to her stammer a bit. I kicked back in my leather reading chair, opened the latest King thriller and tried like hell to concentrate on the words before me. It was pointless. My mind raced. I had a slave again. I was taking advantage of a daughter's love. I had a slave again. 

Sara's voice broke through my reverie. 'I'm done, Daddy.'

I lowered the book to my lap and looked at her standing in the doorway. It was obvious she was no longer aroused. She had pulled on one of my old button down shirts, rolling up the sleeves to leave her hands free. She was adorable, but just a bit pissed. 
 'Come here, baby.' I waited as she walked over to me. She saw the glimmer in my eyes. Halfway over to me, she started to shimmy a bit, trying to look sexy, I think. Once again she looked a little like my baby girl and a lot like a grown, very hot woman. I took her left hand in mine. 'Are you sure you want to be my slave?' She nodded eyes bright again.

'Follow me.' I stood up, rearranged my once again hard cock and tingly balls under my sweats and headed out the door. I could hear her padding along behind me. I hesitated for a moment in the doorway. Should I turn left and take her down to the basement for some strict training? Or do I turn right and take her to my bed for some soft loving? She had been so good earlier, but I also wanted to know more about her experience. My intention was to punish her for her slutty ways, her cocksucking was obviously well practiced and her cunt was not virgin tight. But she was probably still a bit sore from this morning's play, so softness was in order. Tomorrow was soon enough to play Truth and Consequences. 

I took the stairs at my usual quick pace, rounding the corner to my room, our room now. She wouldn't need her little girl room any more. Sara tagged along behind me, a little puppy following her Master. Soon she would understand part of a puppy's joy. The joy of belonging, pleasing, serving and of being pleasured and served. 

As I entered my room, I stripped off my clothes, tossing them on top of the hamper in the bathroom. It was still a bit of a mess in there, wet clothes and towels scattered. It seemed so much longer than just yesterday, yet the evidence remained a bit damp. Once naked I sat down on my chair and beckoned to Sara who had just caught up with me. She started to pull off the shirt she was wearing. I shook my head. She walked to stand before me, moving between my legs. Lifting my hands to her face, I stroked her soft skin. She stood transfixed, bewitched by the softness. Promising myself to go slow, I moved down her arms, feeling the strength in her small arms under the well worn cotton of my shirt. I intentionally avoided stroking her breasts, much to the dismay of my growing arousal. I wanted her to feel the depth of sensuality, not just the quick bursts we had explored so far. I ran my hands back up her arms and then down her sides. I cupped her lush bottom in my hands and lifted her onto my lap. Her softness settled against me. She lowered her mouth to mine, ending in a sweet kiss. My hands moved back up to her hair, stroking her back softly. As she kissed me once more, I pulled her closer, then tipped her head to the side, nuzzling her neck. Her mouth mimicked mine, licking the bits of sweat and smoke left from grilling our dinner. My mouth tasted her sweat, her musk left from the afternoon's play. My hands roamed her back, staying on top of the shirt. I feared once I touched her skin that slowness would no longer be an option. She felt no such compunction and let her hands explore me. My nipples were treated to some soft touches. She stroked them as I had stroked hers, softer then a bit more firmly. I purred my approval, encouraging her to touch me. She remained still for a moment, maybe surprised that I enjoyed having my nipples tweaked, then returned to her labor of love. My hands weren't still either, still stroking, now moving lower, massaging her firm, tight bottom, rubbing the shirt up and down, letting her soft skin feel its gentle surface. She moaned against my neck as my hands moved closer to her soft cunt. 'Please, Daddy.'

'What, baby, what do you want?'

'Touch me, Daddy, please.' Sara pulled back and looked into my eyes. Need, desire, and pride shown from her. 

Grasping the bottom of the shirt, I began to lift if over her head. I did it slowly, wanting to see her as if for the first time. Each new piece of skin was so delightful. Her strong thighs spread open over my lap, muscles lightly defined. Her soft bush, barely hiding her wet cunt. Her narrow waist with its belly was begging to be tickled. Her rib cage, it's swelling promising more. Then her full breasts. I stopped for a moment when they popped into view, once again surprised by their size, too big, really for this little body, but I wasn't complaining. My hands tugged again at the shirt and pulled it from her body. Sara looked down at me and seemed to recognize my need. She pushed her nipples towards my mouth. 'Wait, little one, wait,' I said. She whimpered and straightened her back, her hands, which had been drifting south, resumed their soft assault on my body. I let my hands fall to her thighs. I sat back and watched her look at me. She seemed fascinated by the hair on my chest, tracing its path down to my groin, stopping short of my cock and then moving back up my chest. My cock was not pleased by her neglect and jumped when her hands neared. She smiled a sweet knowing smile that women have shared with us since time began, knowing that I wanted to fuck her, wanted to sheath myself in her wetness. I smiled right back. My cock doesn't rule me (well, not often). She would be begging long before I entered her. 

Sara's hands finally gave up their teasing and firmly grasped my cock. The precum coated her fingers, making her strokes so soft, so silky. My hips moved with her touch, mimicking the act of love. My hands also went into action, moving up her soft tummy to cup her tits. My thumbs rubbed against her nipples, bringing them to full attention. I closed my hands on the base of her breasts and used their fullness to bring those rosy peaks to my mouth. One by one, I sucked them in, softly, slowly arousing her. She purred when my suction increased, pushing towards me, silently asking for more. I wanted the words, so I kept up my soft teasing. I had seen what aroused her to orgasm, had experienced her need. This was the lightest of appetizers, the mere scent of a full meal. She would have to beg. 

Her hands continued their torment. I could feel the orgasm boiling up from my balls, felt them tucking up, ready to shoot. Sara must also have recognized my need. She lifted her hips and moved her pussy into place at the tip of my cock. I pulled her away.
 'Daddy, please, fuck me. I need to feel you inside me. I need it, Daddy.' Her sweet whimpers pleaded, her soft cunt promised, but I held back.

'Not yet, baby, not yet.' Her hands returned to their seductive movements. I let mine move lower as well and stroked the soft juncture of her thighs, feeling the downy soft hair that nestled her cunt, but not yet dipping into its wetness. Back and forth they moved. Her hips started moving from side to side, trying to capture a finger, and trying to ease the ache. Not yet, I said silently to myself, not yet. I knew that my orgasm was imminent. Sara didn't yet have enough knowledge to know. I intended to show her, the lesson would be so much more effective that way.

'Baby, I want to feel your mouth on my cock.' Sara tried to lower her head, but just couldn't quite bend enough. I pushed her gently off my thighs and moaned with relief as her mouth came down full on my cock. I came immediately, pumping my hips hard into her mouth. At the first spurt of my cum, Sara started to lift her head to get away from the blast. My hands subdued her and forced even more of my cock into her mouth. The sperm was shooting down her throat now. I loved how her soft struggles moved her hair against my thighs. My cock was nearly spent.

'Softly now, baby, hold my cock in your mouth very softly, don't move at all.' Sara's movements slowed, then stopped as my cock shrank in her mouth. I lay back and just enjoyed feeling its warmth there, feeling the tickling of her hair, the twinging of my muscles as they relaxed. I stroked her head, her ears, her neck, encouraging her to be still, to hold me in pleasure. My cock finally felt at ease as I pulled her back up to my lap. 'Thank you Baby.' She smiled up at me and nestled her head against my chest. I closed my eyes and enjoyed her for a moment. Her own needs, not yet met, reawakened as I stroked her back. She shifted on my lap, once again opening her thighs, exposing her slit to me. I lowered my head to her right breast and sucked firmly once again. My hands moved back to their lower position, but this time didn't tease. Instead they went straight to work. My left hand concentrated on her little love bump, encouraging it to fill with blood. The middle finger of my right hand shot straight into her very wet cunt, stroking firmly, letting my palm slap against her opening. Her hips were bucking, moving with the pace then going faster. I followed her lead, speeding up to her thrusts, then adding another finger to the fucking as she approached orgasm.

'Does my baby wanna cum?' I asked quietly. Sara nodded. 'Ask me baby, tell Daddy you want to cum, ask for Daddy to let you cum, baby.' 

Sara was quiet for a moment and then said, 'Please Daddy, I want to cum, please make me cum, Daddy, I want to cum.'

I let my fingers slow down. 'You have to ask for it, baby. Slaves have to ask for permission to cum. If you cum without it, you will have to be punished, and we don't want to do that now. Just ask me, baby.'

Sara whimpered a bit, still trying to fuck herself on my fingers. I let them fall away from her. 'Daddy, please?'

'Please what baby?'

'May I please cum?'

'Good girl, yes, you may cum, cum for me sweet one.' With this, my fingers returned to their assigned positions. My left hand immediately found her sweet clit, still swollen and throbbing. Her cunt seemed even wetter as my fingers plunged in. I found the right rhythm and brought Sara to a very gentle orgasm. I never even slowed my pace as her body shook, and shuddered. Her cunt continued to spasm as my fingers stroked in and out. The soft squishing sounds melted into her moans. I felt her body building again into orgasm, and just at the peak, I stopped. Sara cried out this time. She opened her eyes in confusion and looked at me. 'Please, Daddy?' 

I waited, holding still, her body was swaying as she rested on my thighs, Her hands left my shoulders were she had been using them to support herself during climax. Her right hand moved to her slit and her left to her breast. 

'If you cum without permission, you will be punished and you will not cum again tonight.' I quietly stated. 

Sara seemed to pull out of her daze. 'Please Daddy, may I cum?'

'Yes, baby, cum again, talk to me little one, tell me what you want.' Sara muttered something, blushing a bit. 'What do you want little one?'

'Please Daddy, will you bite my nipple a little bit?'

'Do you need the pain, little one? Does it make the pleasure better?' Sara nodded.

I put my hands back in place, but this time with a bit of difference. I still was using two fingers in her cunt, but now was pushing them in harder, faster. My left hand no longer stroked her clit, but was pinching it lightly. I wanted her to fly. I had seen the pain take her there. I wanted her to know that it was better, it was more and that she had nothing to fear from it.

I lowered my head to her breast and caught her left nipple between my teeth. I was very careful with each of the three actions to keep the pain in control. I wanted it to never exceed the pleasure, only to increase it. Sara was bucking hard on me; her moans were nearly screams of pleasure. Her cries were no longer meaningless whimpers, but were now pleas for completion. 'More, Daddy, harder, Daddy.'

Finally her body clenched in orgasm, her head thrown back in triumph and her cunt spraying its fluids into my lap. I used all my experience to keep her there. Pulling hard on her clit, biting down on her nipple, pounding my fingers into her cunt. She cried out one final time and then collapsed onto me. Her body was covered in perspiration and to no surprise, so was mine. My body had felt that act so completely, I had been so involved in her arousal, her orgasm I wasn't surprised to see my cock had also released when she did. 

Sara lay against me for awhile, shuddering now and then. She was saying, thank you, thank you over and over. I just stroked her back, spreading her dew on her skin, adding to the strong smell of sex in the room. When she seemed calm, I pushed her off my lap and standing, led her into the bathroom. She wore only a beautiful smile of utter calm, the look that only well loved women wear. It made me more than just a little proud.

Chapter 4

Several hours later, in the deep of night, I awoke to the most delicious sensation. My daughter had climbed under the covers and was gently sucking me to a raging hard on. I began thrusting hard into her mouth. I loved hearing her gag under the covers and feeling her hands push against my legs to hold me back. I reached under the covers and grabbed a handful of her long hair and tugged her closer, holding her in place, fucking her mouth. She was lying next to me, her cunt near my face, her breasts pressed against my side. I transferred her hair to my other hand and began stroking her nipples, teasing them, while continuing to use her cunt mouth. 

'Suck it, whore, take it down your throat, swallow Daddy's hard cock.' I growled at her, loving the feeling and the desire. Her nipples became harder as I played with them, just begging to be pinched. I, of course, did so, bringing even more moans from my little girl. Once they were sore and I was so close to coming, I brought my hand up and buried it into her snatch. I stuffed three fingers hard into her very wet cunt and began stroking them quickly, banging into her opening as though I wanted to put my whole hand there. I felt the muscles in her cunt tighten and then felt the gush from her orgasm. It was my signal to explode in her mouth, pulling back half way through and finished cumming on her face. She brought her hands up to wipe the cum off, but I had other ideas for its removal. 

'Leave my cum on your face, my slut and follow me.' Now that my cock had been emptied of one vital fluid, I had another pressing need. I pulled my angel behind me and then pushed her into the shower stall. 

'Squat in front of me, ass on your heels, knees spread far apart.' I watched her gingerly take the position, not sure what I had planned. I eagerly waited for the innocence to be destroyed, for her to realize I intended to piss on her, marking her as mine in yet one more way. Once she was balanced, I barked another order, 'Put your hands behind your head and don't move until I give you permission, do you understand.' 

Sweet Sara nodded at me, looking up at me with those beautiful blue eyes. 

'Did you cum without permission this morning?' 

Sara blushed and nodded. I stood in front of her and closed my eyes for a moment, and then feeling the rush of urine drain from me looked down at my slut. The realization that I was going to piss on her came to her face. She looked totally disgusted and for a second I thought she was going to stand up. She closed her eyes and hung her head in shame. I aimed my piss first at that nasty cunt of hers, taken by who knows how many boys. I moved the stream higher, now spraying her full tits, seeing the piss bounce off them on to her face. She turned her head in disgust, trying to get away from the spray. 

I reached down and slapped her face. 'Look up at me, bitch. You disobeyed me this morning. You are lucky this is all your punishment will be, open your cunt mouth and drink me.' 

Her eyes opened as she turned her head towards me. I could see the begging there, the pleading for me to stop. I didn't have a lot of flow left, but wanted to wipe the cum off her face. I pushed the last bit out, splashing on her cheeks, forcing her eyes to close once more. She shuddered in humiliation, but didn't move from the pose. 

I stood there, just enjoying the power, the control I had over her. She began crying just a bit, her chest rising and falling, whimpers from her throat bouncing around the stall. And then to my surprise I heard a tinkle on the shower floor. I looked down to see piss pouring from her open slash. She tried to stop it, mid flow and was mildly successful, the flow changing to a slight trickle. I reached out and stroked her head, feeling the dampness of my piss on her. 

'Finish, little one, it's okay, piss right here for Daddy, be a good girl.' Once again the floodgates opened and her urine poured from its tiny slit. I waited until she was finished and then turned on the bath water to get it warm. I stroked her head while we waited. She moved ever so slightly towards me, leaning against me softly and quietly, the sobs having stopped as soon as I had touched her. 

Once the water was warm, I turned the shower on full blast and pulled my little girl into my arms. She nestled against my chest, not even coming up to my chin and we stood there for a moment, enjoying the warm water and the company. We both felt my cock start to stir against the soft skin of her belly. She put one of her hands between us and began softly stroking it, bringing it up even more. I reached down and grabbed the soap and while she continued to stroke me, started washing her skin. I enjoyed the exploration, the softness of her back, intriguing me, making me think about the marks I would leave there one day. Her full ass taunted me, still a bit red from the spankings we had shared, but not nearly red enough. As I knelt down beside her, she lost the grip on my cock. Sara spread her legs for me, letting me wash her thoroughly, enjoying my touch on her very hot cunt. I could feel the fluid still leaking from it, and wondered if the arousal was from the earlier finger fucking, or from perhaps the humiliation. I hoped it was both, I intended to do more of each of them.