0 comments/ 154478 views/ 17 favorites Shelly: Daddy's Punishment Ch. 01 By: Kalista Shelly heard the front door open and close, and her lids snapped open in shock, her naked limbs going rigid for a moment on the covers of her bed before she jerked up her panties from her ankles and jumped off the bed. She hastily threw a pink crop top t-shirt over her head. "Shelly? Where are you girl? Daddy's home!" a deep voice called from downstairs. Shelly flew into action, looking around her room and hastily shoving things under her bed, straightening her covers. She groaned when she bent over, remembering the large two egg shaped vibrators she had – one deep in her pussy and one in her ass. She'd been playing with them when she heard the door open and knew if her daddy found out what she'd been up to she'd get that belt on her bottom for sure!! Closer now, coming up the stairs, she could hear her father's voice, "Shelly? Girl where are you??" Shelly thought fast and scrambled on top of her blankets and pulled a pretty yellow and pink quilted blanket over her body, rolling over and laying her head down on the pillow as though she was asleep. Her door swung open and her daddy's head peeked inside. "Shelly – girl what are you doing in bed at 4 in the afternoon??" Her daddy sounded frustrated, but a touch concerned. "Shouldn't you be doing your chores?" Shelly blinked her big blue eyes innocently open and looked over at her daddy, appearing confused. "I'm sorry daddy – I just had to lie down for a little bit. I don't feel very well. I'll get up in a few minutes and do all of my chores, I promise." But instead of going away as she'd hoped, her 6'5" bear of a daddy came right into her pretty little girl's room. Shelly may have been 18 last month, but her room looked exactly the same way it did when she moved into it 15 years ago. Frilly, pink and yellow, touches of soft green and white. It suited the tiny blonde haired blue eyed girl. Her name was actually Michelle, but her daddy had always called her Shelly. He sat down on the bed and touched the flushed delicate skin of her rosy cheek with his great hand, its darkness a contrast against her dewy fresh complexion. "You do feel a bit warm Shelly girl. What's wrong? Tummy troubles?" he asked gently. Shelly felt so bad for lying to her daddy – but just couldn't see explaining to him that she was so very warm and flushed because just ten minutes ago she'd lain right here, legs spread wide, fingers frigging her smooth hairless pussy like lightening, screaming out as she came, wet streaks still making her thighs and ass crack sticky. She couldn't see telling him about the twin balls embedded in her body that were even now being stroked and caressed by her pussy and ass as her muscles still contracted lazily, sucking them lovingly. Instead she just buried her face into her pillow as though she couldn't stand the light and moaned. "Well, I know exactly what to do about your tummy troubles baby girl. You stay right here and I'll be right back." Shelly's eyes snapped open and she stiffened on the bed, knowing exactly what her father had planned and knowing there was NO way she could let him give her an enema with those balls still resting in her bottom. He would absolutely FREAK if he knew his baby girl had been tasting such pleasures!! She wasn't even allowed to wear makeup – much less let a boy touch her – until she was married!!! "No daddy! It's not like that – I just feel tired. I'll be ok, really – please – I don't need that. Just let me rest and I'll be ok. I swear. Please daddy, not that.." She was babbling and she knew it, but there was just no way she could let him get between her legs with that enema!! "Shelly girl, I know what's best for you and you'll do as I say. Now here, get ready." With that he pulled the covers from her body. She lay in a fetal position, with just her tiny white panties on and her little pink t-shirt, cropped and short, exposing the undersides of her ample breasts. Everything else was bared to him, and soon everything would be bared to him! Shelly felt the tears of shame and fear sting her eyes and knew what was soon to come. Her daddy would never forgive her for this!! She remembered the last time she'd gotten into trouble, sneaking a cigarette last Christmas, and knew she was in serious trouble. Too bad she didn't have a clue. "Take your panties off Shelly girl while I go get the enema ready. Trust me baby girl, you'll feel so much better." With that he turned and walked into her tiny bathroom. He looked so oversized and out of place in here – so tall and broad, black hair a little too long, broad shoulders more than filling her doorway. Shelly loved her daddy, but she was also scared to death of him!! She trembled, then quickly flounced off the bed, hoping to remove the little balls before he returned. Unfortunately – she just was not that lucky. Bad little girls *never* have good luck!! When she turned from him to lower her panties down over her knees and pull them off, she presented her daddy with an amazing view of plump round feminine ass – and a cord attached up into her ass and pussy with a tiny dial on it. "What in the HELL is THIS???" He turned and grabbed her, roaring even as he answered his own question by forcibly pulling the two nested eggs from her tiny puckered asshole and pussy. Shelly screamed out at the sudden force of his fingers digging into her sides and the plop of the egg being yanked out of rectum. "Daddy, please, noooooooooooooooooooooooo" she wailed. But it was far too late for explanations or pleadings. Her daddy was FURIOUS!! "You filthy fucking slut! Where did you get these damn things?? Who taught you to put things up your pussy? You fucking whore – I cannot believe you!!! I raised you better than this!" He was yelling at her – nasty things she couldn't believe her loving daddy would ever say to her, and she was sobbing now, ashamed and fearful. Then suddenly and without warning he threw her on the bed, holding her down with one hand pushed down into the small of her back while his other hand unfastened his large leather belt, pulling it from his jeans with a deadly sounding 'whoosh' noise – and then it bit into her thighs and ass. "Put your goddamn slut whore hands behind your head Shelly – you are going to pay for this. I can NOT BELIEVE YOU ARE SUCH A WHORE!!" Every deadly word was punctuated with a healthy slap of that belt – biting viciously into her ass and thighs. Shelly screamed and yelled, begging for mercy, but mercy wasn't going to come. He forcibly shoved her over, rolling her onto her back. "Take that shirt off bitch. Take it off NOW – then lock your hands over your head. Faster cunt – you are going to pay for this!!" Tears streaming down her face, Shelly obeyed, knowing her father's temper better than to test it. But oh – her ass and legs were on fire. The pretty blanket now bit into her, causing her burning flesh more agony. "Im going to teach your cunt that it belongs to me and me alone. You stupid slut – I can't believe you. You can't wait to have a cock buried in your pussy or in that ass of yours – Im going to make it hurt so bad you'll pray nothing ever touches either again!! Spread your cunt bitch. Spread your legs NOW!!" And with that the belt began whistled through the air, landing on her clit. Shelly saw stars and immediately jerked her legs closed, rolling on her side to protect herself, wailing pitifully. "Get back on your back and spread your damn legs you filthy pussy whore. I'm going to punish you even more – you will keep your damn legs wide open for me and keep your damn hands locked over your head or you will suffer even more. Now spread your cunt!!" Shelly screamed out, but obeyed, spreading her legs, letting her knees drop to the mattress. A long string of her cum drooled from her pussy hole down to the mattress – testimony to her earlier activities. She felt it, and he saw it, his eyes glinting ferociously even as he raised his arm and lay another blistering slap of the belt across her clit. She screamed again, an unholy wailing sound, as he struck again and again, spreading the slaps up across her reddened large D cup tits, her belly, and her clit. Soon she was covered with welts – her pussy a horrible angry red and purple, but her cum puddling on the blanket below her. Each slap of the belt sounded more and more wet as her cum began to soak the leather as well. "You fucking whore – you're loving this aren't you??" He finally seemed to tire and his belt arm dropped by his side, his chest heaving. "I can't believe you Shelly. I do everything for you – love you, protect you, keep you safe – and this is how you repay me? By being a filthy slut who has to pay more attention to what's between your legs than your chores? Who taught you this??" Shelly couldn't answer – she was still sobbing, feeling the air on her welts and bruises, terrorized that her own sweet daddy could treat her this way. Suddenly the belt whistled through the air again, catching her nipple and causing the blazing fire of pain there to roar up again, matched by the roaring scream from Shelly's throat and the roar of her own father – "Who in the hell taught you to put things up in your pussy bitch? Who bought these for you??" Shelly gasped and moaned, "Nobody daddy. I just… I just loved to touch myself. And I found those on the internet…" She was so pitiful, wailing. But her daddy knew what was best for her and he was determined that she was going to get it. "Get on your hands and knees bitch – you need that enema much more than even I had suspected!" Shelly: Daddy's Punishment Ch. 02 Shelly was sobbing, her heart and spirit broken by her daddy's belt. She couldn't believe she'd betrayed him this way – she knew how he felt about her but she betrayed his trust and his love – and now he was hurting her the way she'd hurt him. Her entire body was on fire, stinging red welts covering her from her large tits down to her thighs just above her knees – front and back. "I said get on your hands and knees cunt. I'm going to teach you to be a filthy little whore!! I'm going to make you come clean and make you pray to never have your pussy touched again!" Her daddy was shouting – his face an angry dark red, the veins in his neck and forehead standing out in his rage. Still sobbing, deep hiccupping sobs, she finally managed to roll over and get on her hands and knees. Her nipples scraped the pretty blankets for a moment and her breath whistled past her clenched teeth. "Please daddy," she whispered, barely enough to be heard, "I'm so sorry daddy – I swear I wont do it ever again, please daddy, don't hurt me anymore. I'll be your good girl, I swear.." But her please were quickly quieted by the biting slap of his belt digging into the flesh of her ass again. "You will *never* be my good little girl again. You're just a filthy whore now, and you'll be treated like one!" With that he grabbed her by her sides and hauled her towards the edge of the bed so that her bottom was facing him and her head was facing towards her pillows. He wrenched her knees far apart, just enough so that she could maintain her balance, then proceeded to use nylon rope to tie each knee to the post at the foot of her bed. The he placed her little footstool under her tummy with a small pillow on top, so that she couldn't slump to the mattress. Finally he used lengths of nylon rope to tie each wrist to the posts at the head of the bed. He looked down at her for a moment before narrowing his eyes and turning on his heel to go to his bedroom. He returned a moment later with a cock shaped dildo, perhaps 7" long. "Open your cock sucking mouth whore!" Shelly quickly obeyed, but didn't have a clue what he intended to do with that big latex cock. She'd never seen one of those in real life! He harshly shoved the rubber cock into her mouth, forcing her jaws wide open, forcing it back until she gagged on it. "Swallow it cunt, suck on it like a cock and swallow it. You're going to take this thing just like the fucking whore you are so get used to it." With that he shoved harder one last time until it slipped into the tight confines of her throat several inches. Not quite far enough to prevent her from breathing through her nose, but far enough that she had to keep swallowing her own saliva like buckets of cum while it was in there to keep from gagging. Even then some drooled out of her mouth onto the blankets, making her look like a slut trying to swallow a whale load of hot cum. Finally her daddy smiled. "This is what you are, and what you're going to be from now on. I thought I had raised you to be a lady, but instead you're just a fucking filthy street whore needing a cock shoved in every hole to keep you happy. Are you happy now Shelly?" His voice was menacing, and Shelly trembled with a new fear – still trying desperately to breathe around the latex cock. As he spoke, he used one of his silk ties to tie around her mouth, keeping the cock embedded just where he wanted it. He disappeared once again into his room then came back carrying a small digital camcorder. Shelly's eyes were as wide as saucers as she watched him set it up on her dresser – the perfect angle to see her puffed out cheeks, welted young body, wide spread pussy and asshole still gaping for the little egg. Fresh tears coursed down her face at the humiliation of it all. He pressed the button on the camera and Shelly knew he was recording everything. She groaned, whimpered, wailed, and every sound was caught on the little camera. "See little whore? Now I'm going to initiate you as the whore you are. You live here, you belong to me – got that cunt? You do as I tell you to always. You are my property, just like everything else around here that I own. From now on your right to make decisions is revoked. You don't piss without my consent. You got that cunt??" Shelly only nodded, unable to answer in any other way, and waves of humiliation washed over her. He disappeared for another moment, and Shelly heard water running. She knew he planned to give her an enema, but could just bet this one wasn't going to be as loving and gentle as all the others he'd given her for tummy troubles. And she was right. As soon as her daddy returned, he stuck his large index finger up into her puckered asshole and groped around. Shelly groaned around the cock in her throat. Then a second finger joined the first and he was pulling and stretching her little pink rosebud harshly, digging deeper into her. Shelly thought for a moment she was going to black out, but then just as suddenly his fingers pulled away. Then she felt the long douche nozzle he often used for enemas pressing deep into her. He fed the tube until it was buried up in her ass. Shelly couldn't stop her groaning, wiggling her bottom back without conscious thought. "You stupid fucking cunt, you get off on having that enema nozzle shoved up in your ass? I can't believe what a filthy whore you are. I bet you dream about the nastiest things whenever you're frigging your little pussy. And don't think I haven't noticed that you keep your cunt shaved. Waiting for some little boy to stick his tiny baby cock up in there for you?" Shelly nearly died from the sheer humiliation of his words. In truth she was still a virgin and had planned to remain that way until her wedding night. She couldn't believe her very own daddy was talking to her this way. It was beyond her abilities to comprehend. She moaned pitifully around the intruding robber cock, her jaw aching from being so stretched, her throat still locked around it. "Now I'm going to clean you out bitch. You're going to take every drop of this enema and you're going to hold it or I'm going to get that belt out again. If you make the least little mess here you'll be tasting my belt again you got that cunt?" Shelly nodded, scared to death and praying she would be able to hold the hated enema. If he'd used soap, she would have real troubles, as it always caused her to cramp horribly. She starting wailing again at the thought, tears pouring off her face and drool seeping out her mouth around the cock to fall from under the silk tie down her chin. Her daddy held the enema bag up and hooked its little loop over the rod holding her bed canopy up. Then he released the flow valve and let the hot soapy water gush into her bowels. He didn't put it on slow release the way he did when she was sick, he let it shove its way deep inside of her. She moaned, feeling the pressure building in her lower belly, feeling the soap start to work already, cramps building in her belly. She tried to make her belly take it, pushing herself down on the little footstool and letting up to massage her belly. It helped a little – but not much. The humping of her belly did produce another result – her clit bumped the little stool too, and even with the recent activities, it was begging for attention. "Bitch, I promise if you leak on this bed you're going to get my belt again. I hope the cramps make you remember just who the hell you belong to, but you'd better control your damn urges, you got me?" Shelly nodded, moaning, wailing, chewing on the cock in her mouth, determined to hold the soapy water, trying desperately to please her angry daddy. "Your fucking cunt is soaking the blankets more than you could if you did leak. You are so fucking filthy. You're getting off on having this enema up your ass aren't you? Aren't you whore??" He was in such a rage – spittle flying from his mouth, his face so dark and twisted. Shelly couldn't believe this was happening, and kept praying to black out, but she was very much awake and this was no nightmare. Finally the flow seemed to have finished, but Shelly couldn't really tell. Her guts were screaming with the cramps and agony of the soapy water swishing through her. Her belly protruded a little bit, making her look slightly pregnant, even though she only had barely three quarts in her. Her daddy pulled out the nozzle from her bottom and tossed the bag into the bathroom door nearby. Shelly thought she was going to die from the humiliation, the little red light on the camera continued blinking away. "You're dripping cunt. We need to stop that…" With that he abruptly shoved all 9" of his thick cock into her ass, slamming into her. Shelly saw stars, and lost consciousness at last. But a moment later she came to, only to feel him stroking out of her aching torn asshole, his fingers pinching her bruised clit, twisting it unmercifully to waken her. "What a stupid cunt you are. You didn't think I'd let you sleep through this did you bitch??" With that he slammed into her again, fucking her hole the way any experience whore would recognized as a man's hate for any woman. But Shelly wasn't truly a whore, and she'd never had anything bigger than her little vibrating egg up her ass. Shelly thought she was going to throw up and die. "See what you've done you filthy cunt? Made your own daddy hard for you, now I have to punish you for that too. You're going to feel my cum up in the filthy ass of yours." Shelly was screaming around the cock, feeling torn and battered, completely humiliated, her whole being crying out – and yet her clit was bumping into that stool and her pussy was pouring juices down her thighs and onto the blanket. Her belly was roiling with the soapy enema and the jostling she was receiving from behind. Her clit stood out like a tiny little missile, seeking the stimulation of the pillow beneath her, and the heat from between her legs seem to coil out like a snake within her, writhing sinfully in her womb. Even as her daddy grunted and panted from behind her, ramming into her virgin little asshole, releasing his rage and anger with her, Shelly was on the edge of a mind blowing orgasm. Her nails dug into the blanket beneath her, she was gulping and swallowing her own saliva, loving the cock now in her throat and begging it to cum for her. Her eyes were rolled back in her head, her young body begging for release even as it begged for the punishment to end. The two – punishment and pleasure – built inside of her, a growing inferno of need. Shelly's mind had ceased to function – she barely heard her sweet daddy's voice chanting such vile things to her now, urging his own release to spill and flow up into her rectum. He called her everything – filthy fucking whore, cum slut, nasty, dirty names meant to humiliate and demean her. But they were coming from her sweet daddy, and she loved him more than anything, and she was oh so sorry that she'd hurt him, betrayed him. In her mind she deserved everything he did to her, and finally her mind and body accepted it – accepted this. And on the brink of that, her mind finally shattered, her body erupted, and she was cumming for her daddy. Her ass bucked back up against his cock, she screamed out around the cock still buried in her throat, her body tensed and froze midair. "You fucking cunt, fucking whore…" her father roared into her even as he rammed his cock as deep as possible into her hole and shot his own thick loads of hot sweet cum into her ass. He stood there, buried into her, his thick cock twitching, continuing its fountain of cream up into his sweet baby girl's belly. He reached down and grabbed her by the hair, forcing her head back to look at him. "You stupid bitch, you had everything – and now you have this – and this is all you will ever have from me…" With that another flow came from his body – a hot burning stinging flow of piss deep into her rectum – mixing with the soap and hot water and cum. He stayed buried deep in her even as the burning cramps caused her to scream and wail again, her stomach knotting and roiling sickly, growing ever more distended by the huge load of piss he spurted up into her young body. On and on he went – pissing more than Shelly could have ever dreamed a man could piss – filling her completely. She swore she could taste the piss in her mouth. Still he held her head so that she was forced to look at him as he filled her for what seemed like an eternity. Finally he reached down and untied her hand ropes, then untied her ankles. He remained locked in her ass, his thick stiff cock sealing her hole to prevent her from leaking. He reached down and grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back against him before lifting her by the shoulders to him and carrying her, his cock still deep inside her, to the bathroom. The cock still buried in her mouth prevented speech of any kind, but she was so grateful when he finally released her and placed her on the toilet, facing the back of it, she would have died with gratitude. She emptied her ravaged bowels then, her head resting on the back of the toilet. Great gushes of piss, water, soap, and who knows what else came gushing out of her. It felt incredible – she came again and again, crying, tears of pleasure and humiliation soaking her face. When she was finally recovered enough to turn around, she saw him there, camera in hand, recording everything.