What can I say? There will be name-calling.
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Daddy's girl came out of the back room at 1pm as scheduled.
Daddy was out in the yard cutting dead limbs off the trees with his chainsaw.
Daddy's girl went to the kitchen to make Daddy's lunch and make him his favorite lemonade because he'd been working so hard.
She planned to take it outside to give to him and maybe put a smile on his face, but when she was in the middle of making his sandwich, he walked through the front door.
She turned around and smiled at him.....and her smile immediately vanished when she saw the expression on his face. He was not happy at all.
He walked over to her, pounded half the glass of lemonade without even looking at her, and then jutted his chin toward the other room.
"Come with me, little girl," he said in that voice that told her that she was in trouble—big trouble.
He walked off to the bedroom and she followed. Her heart was pounding and cold sweat broke out on her palms when he pulled the toy box out from under the bed.
He took out the padded wrist cuffs with the faux sheepskin lining, but she knew right away that this was not for playtime.
He glared at her when he turned around and started unbuckling the cuffs. He didn't have to tell her to hold out her wrists for him while he buckled them on.
He walked behind her and used the double-headed snaffle to clip the cuffs together behind her back. Then he went back to the toybox and took out the ball gag.
He took hold of her elbow and led her to the corner of the room, turned her around to face him, and dipped his chin to the floor. "Kneel," he commanded.
She struggled to control her trembling lips as she sank to her knees in the corner. Whatever he had in mind would be really bad. She just didn't know what she did to make him mad, but it must have been something really bad.
He stood over her and barely looked at her while he untangled the leather straps and buckle for the gag. "Do you know why you're here, little girl?" he muttered.
"No, Daddy," she whimpered.
He raised his fierce eyes and locked on hers. "I saw you through the window just now. You were supposed to be working, but you were watching a YouTube video instead. We talked about that, didn't we?"
She gulped and tried to lower her eyes. "Yes, Daddy."
Quicker than lightning, he seized her by the throat, shoved her head back against the wall, and pinned her there. "You made Daddy a promise and you broke that promise. Didn't you?"
She couldn't keep the tremor out of her voice and tears stung her eyes. "Yes, Daddy."
"You know what happens when you break Daddy's rules, don't you?" he growled.
"Yes, Daddy," she sobbed.
"You hurt yourself by letting yourself down, but you hurt me by not honoring your promise. Do you understand that?"
"Yes, Sir," she whimpered.
"You deserve to be punished for that, don't you?"
"Yes, Sir," she replied and a tear squeezed from the corner of her eye.
"I'm the one who should be crying right now," he snapped. "You have nothing to cry about. You brought this on yourself."
"Yes, Daddy," she moaned.
He let go of her throat very roughly and she slumped. She bowed her head in defeat. She couldn't face him, but he wouldn't let her get out of her punishment.
He straightened up and arranged the gag straps so they would be ready to put around her head.
"Your punishment, little girl, is that you have to kneel there and watch me jack off without touching me. You should be the one sucking my cock and taking it in the ass while I fuck you. You should be taking my cum inside you and down your throat, but you aren't worthy of that. You broke your promise and now you don't get to taste my cum the way you should. I hope you're happy."
Her head shot up and tears poured from her eyes. "No, Daddy! Please, no! Anything but that! Please.....I'll do anything....."
"You would do anything except keep your promise to me. Now, I don't want to listen to you begging for something you don't deserve. Open your mouth."
"Daddy....." she moaned. "Please.....I'll be good! I promise. Please......I need you so bad...."
"You should have remembered that before you broke your promise. Now open your mouth before I make it ten times worse for you."
She sobbed in earnest, but there was nothing to do but open her mouth. He shoved the ball in and started strapping the buckle behind her head. He yanked it extra hard and made her yelp in pain, but she deserved that, too.
Her vision blurred with the tears streaming from her eyes, but he wasn't finished by a long shot. He took a step back and started unbuttoning his fly.
"You're going to keep your eyes open the whole time. You're going to keep your eyes on my cock and watch every stroke. Do you understand, you disobedient little bitch? You look and see the cock you should be sucking right now. You're going to watch and see my cum being wasted because you're too bratty to do what you're told. Do I make myself clear?"
She nodded and a muffled choking sound came from behind the gag, but she made sure to keep her eyes open when he pulled his cock out of his briefs and started stroking it.
He got hard almost immediately and her heart ached watching him roll the skin up and down his shaft. She yearned to feel him in her mouth with his fingers clenched in her hair. She craved to taste his cum on her tongue and his warm load shooting down her throat, but it was not to be—not this time.
"Do you see this, you little slut?" he growled. "Do you see this cock? Do you see what you could be sucking on right now? I could be bending you over the bed right now and pounding your juicy little cunt, but instead, you're on your knees crying because you disobeyed your Master."
She sobbed in muffled bursts in between blinking the tears out of her eyes. She really let herself and her Master down by being a lazy, disloyal, and disobedient slave. He deserved better from her.
He stroked faster and harder. He crushed his cock between his fingers and started panting harder as he tensed to cum.
"You don't deserve this cock, little girl," he snarled through gritted teeth. "You don't deserve my cum. You don't deserve to serve me as your Master if you could disobey me like this. Do you understand?"
She nodded, but she could only stare in horror as he jerked faster and faster. He gave a sudden spasm and then, with expert precision, he slid his fingers to the very end of his cock and came into his own hand. He didn't even dignify her with shooting his load in her face or anywhere near her.
He caught it, wiped it off, and then walked away. He left her kneeling there sobbing her eyes out. As soon as he left the room, she buckled, let her chin fall on her chest, and broke down completely.
He left her there for a long time, and when he came back, he had his pants zipped up as though the punishment never happened. He didn't even let her see his cock.
He took hold of her elbow. "Stand up."
She got to her feet and he busied himself unbuckling the gag and cuffs. He put everything back in the toy box, slid the toy box under the bed, and came back over to her.
"Now come into the kitchen and make Daddy's lunch. I'm hungry."
She followed him back to the kitchen, all thought about putting a smile on his face long gone.
He sat down at the table and she put his sandwich in front of him. She went back to the counter, made him a fresh glass of lemonade, and put that by his plate.
"Sit down, little girl," he ordered. "I want to talk to you."
She sank into the chair adjacent to his across the table corner, but she didn't dare to look at him. She was in disgrace and for good reason.
"Tell me what you're working on today," he began.
She cleared her throat, but even when she found the will to speak, her voice still trembled. "I'm....working on.....that epic fantasy contract I told you about.....the one about the underground prison."
"How is it coming along?" he asked.
She nodded. "Pretty well. I'm about halfway done."
"Good girl. I'm going back outside and you're going to go back to work. I'm going to go work in the barn for a while, but you're going to stay on task and not screw around while I'm gone. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Sir," she mumbled down at her hands.
"Good girl. I expect better, and if you do your job, I'll reward you when I come back to the house."
"Yes, Master," she murmured.
He pushed his chair back and stood up, finished his lemonade, bent over the table, and kissed the side of her face. "Be a good girl while Daddy's gone. I'll see you in a few hours." And he left.
