Notification on Correction and...
Yesterday evening, I received a hand-spanking from my significant other. It was simply a reminder to act properly, as I've been mindful not to necessitate any disciplinary action lately, and he wanted to keep it that way. Therefore, he instructed me to take off my underwear and sit on his lap. He raised my skirt and began caressing my bottom in a manner similar to stroking a cat, appreciating my curvy behind in his laps, permitting him to savor his time.
Initially, the slaps were slow and forceful, yet sufficiently spread out to feel more like a sensual spanking. However, I soon recognized that he was merely warming up my bottom so he could indulge in an extended session of spanking without me making much noise. He increased the pace as my cheeks became heated, and my thighs provided the sole stimulation, provoking me. This caused him to push me back down and command me to behave like a mature adult or this would become a real punishment.
At some point, my endorphins were activated, and the spanks felt incredibly pleasurable. They came hard and rapidly, my cheeks were burning, but I entered a state of bliss that allowed me to be the most obedient child to ever experience such a spanking.
He had me sprawled over his knees for almost an hour before telling me to return to the corner. I went to my familiar corner, the one where I often stand when my hormones make me sassy, and I lifted my skirt high to show off my reddened cheeks. I had to use my hands to maintain my dress up since I had no underwear on. I complied with the command, and Daddy watched me from his seat, manifesting pleasure.
Daddy stated I'd been in the corner long enough and could rejoin him. He kissed my forehead and massaged my sore, flushed cheeks. He praised me for taking my spanking so seriously and tacitly consented to engaging in any activities I desired.
"Yay!," I cheered, dashing to find the blankets.
We collaborated in constructing the fort (Daddy essentially set it up while I aided), and I collected the tea party supplies. Daddy meanwhile, traveled to the kitchen to fetch us some ice cream. My colored pencils and other supplies were already present, as our fort had been built using the living room furniture, with the cabinet in which I keep my art materials being part of our fort.
Once Daddy reentered the fort with a delighted expression and ice cream in hand, I was overjoyed. I started hopping up and down on my bottom, unfazed by the throbbing sensation in my rear. (I'm accustomed to bruised cheeks and thighs most of the time because Daddy prefers to split me on the bench to use his diverse collection of spanking implements.)
Our tea party was essentially an ice cream party adorned with opulent crockery, but it was still the most thrilling I had ever experienced. Daddy even stuck out his pinky while pretending to consume his ice cream. I smiled at his tomfoolery and then attempted the same without getting ice cream on myself.
Once we'd consumed all our ice cream, my partner told me to continue coloring him a picture while he tidied away the cups and pot in the kitchen. I picked up my preferred coloring book and settled on my stomach, coloring away, providing my fanny a rest.
As Daddy returned to the fort, he said he wanted to watch me color. While I colored, he complimented me for being a good girl and how appealing it was to witness me enjoying myself, causing his penis to grow erect.
"Do you want me to suck it, Daddy?" I inquired, eager to relinquish my drawing materials for a more preferred activity. He instructed me to keep coloring and promised to look after things himself. Thus, I carried on coloring.
I sense Him raising my skirt as He stares at my scarlet cheeks. He relishes observing the traces and shades He leaves on my frame. Occasionally, I ponder if I'm Daddy's most treasured coloring book. Then I watch Him spread my knees like they're parting a curtain. "Just keep coloring, babygirl. This one's for me," He exclaims with a voracious tone when He's prepared to satisfy His cravings, while my orgasms can be deferred till bedtime. He frequently parts my legs at non-bedroom hours. For instance, when I'm cleaning the dinnerware. He adores lifting my skirt and going vigorously inside me while I'm still cleaning the dishes. The same goes for when I'm tidying the bathtub or folding laundry. I'm always reminded to proceed with my tasks and let Him do what's necessary to ejaculate, and I'll gather my orgasms later (which I invariably do), and I recognize that's what He desires right now, hence I persist in coloring my illustration while pondering which orifice He'll hanker for next.
I discern His penis on my derrière cleft. He traces Himself between my bottom cheeks, as though his erection is a hot dog and my buttocks are the bun. The anticipation of not being inside one of my holes is quickening my thirst! Nonetheless, I understand my turn is a few hours away, and my cheeks are still flushed from my recognition of being a good daughter and patience I've been enduring, so I refrain from bleating that I need to ego too. This is just for Him.
"Someone's extremely moist these days," He comments as He prods His penis to my vagina.
This made me wriggle somewhat, and I was able to identify His laughter.
"Are you a naughty princess who's vividly horny at the moment?"
I disclose, "Yes, Daddy. I acknowledge that I'm merely your submissive sex toy for you to fill with your sperm as you select, and I'll be grateful for it once you've completed."
"That's my superior daughter," He proclaims as He embeds His penis deep inside me, issuing a gratified moan. "Now, keep coloring my lovely artwork as I indulge in my small fucktoy."
I attempt to concentrate on coloring my brilliant masterpiece, yet His cock feels so fulfilling within me. I adore it when He takes me when He wishes like this. My life is a lengthy procession of sex activity following sex activity, never knowing when He's going to snatch me and inflate my orifices for His delight. It's the most remarkable! Proffering Him such joy from just being an obedient servant and accepting His penis on demand, as well as taking any pain He wills to distribute, makes me feel significant and praised, admired, and cherished. Also, really aroused, but He ensures I receive an array of orgasms at the end of the day should I adhere to my duties without complaining.
He initiates thrusting me harder, seizing my hips and yanking them towards Him as He slaps His pelvis against mine, pummeling His dick forcefully against my cervix. I struggle not to recoil from the torment. He enjoys witnessing me endure the pain He delivers, but He also derives enjoyment from me staying silent about it, so I devote arduous endeavor to manage my whimpers and persist coloring my illustration as He damaging my cervix. (The last time He slammed my pussy that vigorously, the reverberations persisted for several days thereafter!)
Suddenly, I sense an orgasm eminent. It caught me unaware. I've fundamentally managed to disconnect when I know I'm simply used for His pleasure. It challenges me, and He notices, as He bellows, "Don't. You. Dare!" However, it feels so blissful, and I respond with fits, grinds, and moans, and then He smacks my butt heavily and warns me that if I orgasm instantly, I'll have to wear a chastity girdle for a week, plus He'll tantalize my anus daily, and he'll violently sodomize my anus all week, giving the anticipation of not enjoying an orgasm. His words only further aggravate my arousal, but I yearn to be a good daughter, and I focus on restraining my approaching orgasm. This triggers incessant weeping, which He loves. I don't comprehend it, but it fuels His desire as nothing else.
Ultimately, my tears were the panacea. When I shed tears, He came close to losing his composure and rushed to penetrate me harder and harder until He attained his culmination, panting and murmuring about my excellence.
I remember my decorum and thank Him for employing my body for His enjoyment, and after He carefully withdraws His cock from inside me and appreciates the cream pie He left behind, He lay next to me and inquired about the drawing I was coloring for Him.
We really possess the top-quality mode of life.
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