Author: Sadistic Daddy Title: Valentine's Day Summary: Hanna comes home to find flowers and chocolate. She also finds a very angry Daddy who shows her a painful lesson in love! Keywords: Mf, (pseudo)nc, sm, bd, humil, anal, ageplay Valentine's Day Hanna came through the door with a wonderful dozen long stem roses in the crook of her left arm and a large chocolate in the shape of a heart in the left hand. "Daddy! I didn't know you'd be home early..." Hanna said, before being cut off. "It's quite clear you hadn't! I can also see that you are carrying the fruits of your dirty ways! Tell me, have you already given your pussy to the boy who spent so much, or are you just sucking him off?" Daddy growled at her. His face was set in a mask of hard, cold anger. "No! Oh, Daddy, you don't think that I..." Hanna said. She looked at Daddy, her joy at seeing him turning to confusion and pain. "I don't think a boy would give so much to someone he just held hands with, that's what I don't think!" Daddy said, striding toward her, pushing the door shut. He turned the bolt, sealing the door. "But, Daddy!" Hanna said. "They are from - ow!" Hanna's protest was cut off by Daddy's hand snapping across her cheek. "Don't try to deny it, little whore! You have probably let whoever gave you those things every part of your body! Well, let's see how much you enjoy the ill gotten gains when I get through with you!" Daddy said. He snatched the chocolate heart and roses away from Hanna's left arm, tossing them on the floor. "Daddy, please! Let me explain!" Hanna sobbed, fighting back tears. "I don't want to hear it!" "But, daddy, they were from..." "I don't want to hear it! What part of daddy's orders are not sinking in? Are you going to make your punishment worse by continuing to speak when I have told you not to?" Holding her stung cheek, tears already brimming in her blue eyes, Hanna shook her head. "No, sir." "Good! Now, get into the punishment room." He said. When Hanna didn't immediately start walking he added "MOVE!" Hanna left the room, followed by her daddy. She went up the stairs to the bedroom designated as the punishment room. She could never enter this room without remembering how much pain she had endured in it. The punishment room was about pain and humiliation. It was about daddy showing her how much power he had over her. She paused with her hand on the knob, turning back to look up at daddy. She knew she wasn't allowed to speak, so she begged with her eyes for him to not do this, to listen to her, to let her say she was sorry, if he would accept that. Daddy stared back at her, no sympathy or mercy in his eyes. Only a burning cold rage. Hanna turned the handle of that terrible door and entered the punishment room. The light coming through the window was muted. A special shade had been placed over it long ago that kept prying eyes out. The room was fitted with furniture chosen or built by daddy. With the exception of daddy's chair, every other piece of furniture was made to hold a girl in place. Different pieces held her face up or face down, or standing. There were screws into the strong beams overhead that held up chains which a girl could be attached to, forced to stand. Other rings in the floor could either be used to hold her to the floor, or just hold her legs wide apart if she were bound standing. The walls were set with shelves, some holding books, others holding things that Hanna had felt on her body. To bind or silence her. To hurt or humiliate her. Daddy's house was his castle. Daddy's punishment room was the castle's dungeon. As the door was closed Hanna could all but hear the clank and crash of dungeon doors from movies. "On your knees!" Daddy said, turning the lights on. The warm electric light glinted from wood and metal, leather, plastic and rubber. Hanna knelt on the floor a little inside the door. Daddy didn't try to stop her if she tried to run. He knew she had no place to run to. She was helpless to escape his punishment whether he tied her up or not. Hanna shivered as daddy moved through the room, gathering things here and there. The room was warm, but she shivered knowing that soon she would be feeling the burn of pain from daddy. "Remove your blouse." Daddy said, returning to stand over the kneeling girl. Hanna unbuttoned her blouse and slid it off her shoulders and arms. A tear streaked down her cheek and splashed to the swelling curve of her breasts. As she offered the garment up to daddy she again begged with her eyes. He snatched the garment and tossed it against the wall by the door. "Now the bra." More tears joined the first as Hanna bowed her head again, reaching behind her back to unhook the bra. She wanted to keep from letting go, but couldn't. She began to sob in quiet fear as she took the bra off, the tears now dripping faster to her bare breasts. "Hands behind your head." Daddy said. He brought up one of the items he had chosen to begin punishing her with. Hanna barely suppressed her wail of fear as she saw the riding crop. Over two feet long with a very whippy shaft and a wide leather flap on the end this crop was one of daddy's favorites. He loved using it to inspire fear and cause pain. It wasn't the meanest of his many riding crops. It was just the one he preffered to use. Hanna laced her fingers together at the back of her blonde head of hair, just below the band that held it in a ponytail. She closed her eyes to shut out the sight of what was coming. She felt the tip of the crop touch her under the chin, making her lift her tear-filled face up. When daddy had positioned her face the way he wanted it, he held the tip to her lips. Hanna knew her duty. She pursed her lips, fighting against the need to cry, placing a tender kiss upon the unfeeling leather. "You know you have done wrong, little girl. You also know that you must be punished to earn forgiveness." Daddy said. There was no rage in his voice. There hardly ever was when he began. His control of everything in this room was total, all things under� his constant attention and concentration, even his own feelings. "Yes, daddy." Hanna said between sobs. "Now, beg daddy to punish you, so you may earn his forgiveness." Hanna started to say the words that she knew by heart, but she was sure that if daddy just knew the truth he would stop. "Daddy," Hanna said, "please, just let me-ah!" Her words cut off by the fire brand of pain shooting from her nipples as daddy swung the crop across them in a sudden, vicious stroke. Hanna fought the urge to bring her hands down to protect and comfort her stinging nipples. "I will just let you beg for forgiveness, little slut! If you can not do so then I will gag you and hurt you until I feel you are ready to follow orders. Now, beg, or suffer the consequences!" Daddy said. His voice still held no raw anger. He was in control. Hanna fought for control of her own. Her body wanted to keep sobbing as her nipples throbbed and ached. She bit back on that urge with great effort and swallowed at the pain. "Daddy, please forgive me. Please punish me for being a bad girl!" Hanna said. Even now the phrase 'bad girl' made her feel so tiny and helpless in front of daddy. It was easy to feel that way, here in his place, facing his crop. Tears continued down her cheeks as she waited for daddy to accept her begging. "That's better. Now, take off your shoes and socks. Then kneel, waiting for me." Daddy said. Hanna slowly lowered her hands, opening her eyes in time to see daddy go to the door and leave the punishment room. This was unusual. He hardly ever left her in the punishment room alone. Obedience would not let her delay. Not with the punishment room all around her. She sat on her bottom long enough to remove both shoes and socks, then returned to kneeling. With daddy out of the room, though, she did chance a touch on her nipples. They were swollen and sore. The light brush sent a threatening reminder of the pain they had taken so far, and promised that she would feel much more pain if daddy chose to hurt her there. Hanna had moved her hands back up behind her head just in time. Daddy returned, carrying the dozen roses and the chocolate heart, as well as something that looked like a small crock pot. Hanna wasn't sure why he had brought these things into the room, but she would bet her allowance that daddy would use them to hurt her. "Now the skirt and panties." Daddy said, not even looking at her. He was arranging the things he brought in. Hanna unhooked and unzipped her skirt, then pushed the hems of both down her hips and thighs, rolling back on her bottom to slide them the rest of the way off. The skirt and panties joined the socks and shoes on the floor beside her. As she rose to her knees again Daddy moved back to stand over her. His big hand closed on the ponytail. "Hands and knees. Follow." Daddy often gave her terse orders for position or movement when he was in the punishment room. He spoke to her like a trained animal. In a sense, once she entered this room, she was. The main difference between daddy in his punishment room and a lion tamer was that the lion tamer used his whip less. Daddy led Hanna to the weight bench. It didn't have weights on it. Daddy had added iron bars and bolts so that now the bench was perfect for holding a girl helpless and exposed. Hanna could tell that daddy wasn't going to be gentle with her. Not if he was going to put her on this one. Instead of making her get up on it right away daddy bent down and used his hand to spank her bottom. His big hand swung down, over and over, landing with a sharp, loud smack. First to the left cheek, then the right. Over and over, sometimes twice on one cheek, sometimes the other. Hanna was caught off guard by the first blow, squeaking out in pain, then the second followed before she realized the first blow was over. She closed her eyes and ground her teeth, fighting her body's desire to move away, to reach back to block his hand. As the heat of the spanking built, her urge to do so grew. She knew she shouldn't move, but the pain was too much. She tried to dodge her hips, swinging them to the side. Daddy just swung harder, increasing the pain she felt. Hanna bawled out loud, eyes pressed tight with tears dripping from her cheeks to the floor. Then daddy was yanking her up by her hair. The slaps no longer landed on her ass cheeks. Daddy was forcing her up on the cool vinyl top of the bench. His fist in the hair pulled her on to the bench and made her sit her flaming cheeks on the cool vinyl, sending more pain shooting through her bottom as she was made to lay back on the inclined back rest. In place on the bench the familiar ritual began. Daddy wrapped a well-worn leather cuff around her left wrist, clipping it to the chain dangling from the end of the pipe that was bolted to the frame where a barbell would normally rest. Clipping it also kept the restraint from opening. As daddy did the same on the other wrist to the opposite end of the pipe Hanna's arms were stretched wide open, leaving her helpless to cover her bare breasts or protect them. Next daddy pulled her feet up on the bar between her legs. Her knee bent up, he wrapped more leather around her ankle and attached it to the end of the bar, and did the same with the other leg. With her feet resting on the bar she had her legs spread open, also revealing her pussy and asshole for anything daddy might do. Hanna gripped the chains that held her arms wide feeling the fear and pain make her body shake. Daddy could do anything to her like this. While he had already made her bottom blaze with a fire, he now had her most sensitive areas exposed. She knew he could, and would, hurt her even more. Lost in feeling her own helplessness Hanna failed to keep track of where Daddy was or what he was doing. The crinkle of waxed paper made her turn to see daddy holding the neat bundle of roses she had so carefully brought home. "So someone loves you enough to give you roses, do they?" Daddy brought the bouquet to his face, inhaling. "Do you know why men give roses, especially red and pink ones? i'll show you." Daddy turned the bouquet toward her, holding it close enough so that she could see into each of the unfolding blossoms. The aroma was sweet and held to her face it was close to intoxicating. "Look at them. Remind you of anything? The way the petals cling together, yet begin to slide apart, open? Smell them. Sweet, yet musky? Stamen and pistil, sweet pollen and nectar. The bud is the sex organ of a rose. A man gives his girl roses to remind her of her own cunt. The pink and red lips opening, unfolding, spreading to let him in!" Daddy pulled the bouquet away, sliding a single rose from the bundle and dropping the rest. He moved the blossom down between Hanna's legs and stroked the petals along her own pussy lips. The delicate brush of the soft petals teased the sensitive flesh, sending a shivering thrill through her tummy. "A man gives a girl flowers to stimulate her, to make her open like the petals of the flower, so he can plant his seed." Daddy said. He started swinging the rose by the stem, tapping the enfolded petals of the rose bud against Hanna's enfolded cunt petals. The steady, soft thud of the flower against her sex kept hammering into her arousal, overwhelming the fear of daddy's anger. The pain of her burning bottom became a low fire, further fueling the burn in her pussy, raising it nearer and nearer to a boil. "But a rose has more than just a lovely flower to look at, though." Daddy said. Hanna had forgotten about daddy's anger, her mind focused on the building urges between her thighs. She arched up to meet the tapping of the rose just in time to feel it stop. Daddy shifted the rose into his other hand, holding it by the flower and now held the long stem out. "A rose also has thorns." Daddy said, lowering the stem down to Hanna's breasts, raking several of the thorns across her soft flesh. Arched up to press her pussy against the tapping, Hanna was caught unprepared for the pain. She shrieked, her body twisting in her bondage. The scratches weren't even deep enough to break the surface, but hitting her at this moment increased the shock. "Thorns, like a man's cock. Designed to pierce your skin, to make you bleed." Daddy raked the thorns along her left inner thigh from knee to crotch, sending more pain through Hanna's body. Without the sudden shock, though her reaction was more restrained. "You enjoyed the flower, didn't you, little slut? So why not enjoy the thorns, too?" "No, please daddy! Please don't punish me with the thorns!" "I'll do as I please, little whore! You took the roses from your lover. It's up to daddy to help you understand your error!." His next target was back on her breasts, using the thorns with more delicacy. He placed the point of a single thorn on the tip of Hanna's hard right nipple and pressed the sharp point of thorn into it. He pressed the stem, forming a dimple in the hard nubbin of her breast. The point threatened to break through the flesh. Hanna felt the single thorn at the tip of her nipple the tiny point seemed to become her entire world. She held her breath, afraid that even a slight rise in her chest would send the thorn stabbing through her skin and burrowing into her breast. "Daddy loves you, baby girl. But love also means loving you enough to correct you." "Yes, daddy!" Hanna gasped out. The stem was lifted and Hanna stared at her nipple, sure that she would see blood seep out, but not even a hint of blood appeared. She panted, trying to fill the burning need for air in her lungs. Daddy next held the stem parallel to the floor, right above the seat where the lowest curve of her bottom turned into her thighs. This flesh was so very, very sensitive, being near her pussy and ass hole. The thorns dragging slowly across the flesh there made Hanna clench her holes tight, her toes curl down and her grip on the chains turn into white knuckled knots. The scrape of points on her there sent her into a high-pitched keening as she clenched her teeth and shook in her bondage. The tension in her body was not prepared for daddy�s next move, which was to touch her pussy lips with his finger, not the stem. The touch made her moan immediately, yanking her from terror and pain into wanton lust. It was just a single finger, dragging slowly along the edges of her outer lips, but Hanna immediately felt her pussy melting, running wet with need. She pushed her hips up to his finger, greedy for more, for him to push it in her. To push more fingers in her. She felt a trickle of wetness seep out and slither along her flesh across her puckered brown hole. "Someone is very, very wet! You can see the danger of flowers, I hope, little slut. The seductiveness of the bud, the tension of the thorns." Daddy said. He kept stroking her slit, not letting her push against his finger, but not pulling it away. As she pushed up from the bench he kept his finger on her, moving it back and up as she sought more of it. "Yes, daddy! Please, daddy, please, put it in me!" Daddy moved his finger, this time placing thumb and forefinger on either pussy lips, spreading her outer lips open to reveal the moist, pink folds within. Hanna waited for the feel of penetration, anticipating the pleasure. Instead, she felt the tiny points of the thorns on her ultra sensitive, slick inner lips and within the petals of her outer lips. The horror of having such sharp points on such sensitive flesh jerked her back to the cruelty daddy was capable of. "No! Nononononono!" Hanna sobbed. Her hips, so recently thrusting with lust and hunger now froze, afraid that even a clenching of pussy muscles might cause the points to pierce or scratch her inside. "You did ask for 'it' inside you, little slut. You should be more careful with your words." Daddy said. His fingers now released her pussy lips, letting them fold around the stem. Hanna looked at the end of the stem thrusting up from her pussy like some skinny devil's cock, feeling the movement shift the points within her body ever so slightly. Enough to know she should be careful about moving. Very, very careful. Daddy moved away, out of her sight. She heard him unwrapping something and she guessed it was the chocolate heart. Would daddy choose right now, when she was bound and helpless, under threat of immediate puncture to eat that big chocolate heart right in front of her? When daddy came back to where she could see him, though, he wasn�t carrying the chocolate heart. He simply stood beside the bench and reached for her nipples, pinching them, pulling on them. The pain shot through Hanna's tummy, keeping alive the sense of punishment and forcing her to fight the urge to squirm. Squirming would mean that she might make the thorns pierce her inside the lips of her pussy. Denied the physical release of squirming, Hanna gave more voice than usual to her pain, letting off the pain in sobs and cries as daddy abused her nipples. When he stopped both nipples were aching, throbbing, red from the abuse and swollen tight. Her body shaking from the strain of holding still, afraid of making the thorns cut into her as daddy used pain in her nipples left Hanna shaking, trembling like a leaf as she lay on the bench. Tears dried on her face as she drew sobbing breaths, whimpering in misery. When daddy once more toward over her, she was hoping it was to end her torment, but it didn't look like that was what he hand in mind. In his hand was the small thing that looked like a mini crock pot. He was holding a spoon, stirring something, then he pulled the spoon out of the pot and something dripped down onto Hanna�s bare breasts. It burned. The fire was hot, hurting her, but she held still. She cried out from the new pain, but stayed put, not daring to move her hips as the stuff dripped onto her breasts. As hot as it was, it cooled quickly. She lifted her head, being careful not to move her hips and looked at her chest. Brown drops were cooling on her skin. "Men give chocolate to their lovers because it contains a chemical which is similar to one that we release through natural love. It is often shaped like a heart to inspire you to love the giver, to give him your heart as you take in the drug the chocolate carries." Daddy said. "To hold the shape, candy makers put a lot of wax into chocolate." Daddy ladled out another spoonful of the melted chocolate heart and drizzled it across Hanna's breasts. Her grip on the chains again tightened as she anticipated, then felt, the burning of the hot wax and chocolate on her skin. "I want you to remember that your heart belongs only to me. Not to some punk-ass candy-buying jerk!" Daddy said. He again ladled out the chocolate/wax mixture. The droplets stung, but Hanna knew from before that daddy knew what he was doing when dripping hot wax on her. As much as it would burn she would not blister, nor come to harm from the wax. Knowing that in her head, though, wasn't enough for her body, which had to feel the pain. She went from sobbing to screaming as more and more wax dripped down, hitting and sticking to her breasts. Ladle after ladle; drop after drop the wax dripped down, splattering against her breasts. The burning was worst when daddy dripped the chocolate on her nipples, so sore from his earlier abuse. Their proud points were soon coated with a layer of cooled chocolate, clinging to and mimicking their shape. Soon both breasts were encased in a hardened chocolate shell. The new wax that landed fell on already cool wax, no longer sending all of its heat into Hanna's skin. Daddy laid the pot aside. He bent over the bench and licked at the tears on Hanna's face. He brought the salty tears to her lips as he kissed her mouth, his tongue pressing them into her tongue. "You are to give your heart only to me." Daddy said, breaking the kiss. He straightened up and pressed his fingertips under the cold, hardened chocolate that clung to her left breast. He worked his way around the breast, loosening the sticky hold of the sweetened wax. He then used both hands and lifted the wax off as one shell. The wax peeled from Hanna's breast, all the way to the nipple before letting go. This left daddy holding a chocolate model of her left breast. He brought the candy breast to her lips, placing the nipple to her mouth. "Bite. Chew. Swallow." Daddy said. Hanna bit down on the chocolate, teeth sinking into the chocolate as she bit off a model of her own nipple. She chewed on the sweet morsel, and then swallowed, her eyes locked with daddy's. He bent over her and kissed again, his tongue in her mouth, sharing the taste of the chocolate with her. Hanna concentrated on his kiss, not noticing until it was happening that he had slid his finger down, just inside the top of her pussy slit. His fingertip found and rubbed at her clit as he kissed her. Hanna moaned into daddy's mouth, feeling him arousing her, making her hotter. She started to move her hips, and then the shift made her freeze. The thorns were still there. They dug a little deeper into her pussy lips. Daddy was making her hot; making her want to move even though doing so would be dangerous! Already she felt her pussy clenching inside, trying to squeeze around emptiness as she became more aroused. She whimpered urgently into the kiss, her daddy's mouth swallowing her plaintive protests. His tongue thrust deep into her mouth, stabbing into her mouth the way she wished something else were stabbing into her pussy. What she didn�t want stabbing into her pussy, though, were the dangerous thorns that seemed to become daggers. She tried to turn her head, to break the kiss so she could beg daddy to stop, to remove the thorns if he was going to make her cum. Daddy just brought his other hand up, grabbing her hair, forcing her to remain still under his kiss as he played with her clit, driving her higher. The tension was too high. The thorns so close, but not as close as the on-rushing orgasm. The pain, the shame, the arousal built within Hanna. She wanted to push her pussy up for daddy's fingers, but had to fight her own body�s desire even as her body fought back, aching for the orgasm daddy was making her ascend to. Her entire body shook with the strain as her voice rose higher, wailing into daddy's mouth. "Cum, little girl!" Daddy said, breaking the kiss. Hanna obeyed, even though she feared that she would feel the thorns dig into her pussy lips, finally piercing her skin there. She screamed, cumming on the stem that her pussy lips held upright between them. She felt the rush of wetness and in her minds eye saw the wetness coming out pink, then red with her own blood. She still fought to remain still, even though inside her tummy was clenching hard as the orgasm spread out from her pussy, shooting out, tensing her body from head to toe. Daddy's finger stopped rubbing as she relaxed, her body having crossed the threshold, finally leaving her in a confused aura of fear and well being. She panted, gasping for air to fill her aching lungs. Hanna felt daddy spread her pussy lips again and groaned in relief as he took the stem away from her pussy at last. She opened her eyes, expecting to see red, not of roses and foil, but of blood on her pussy. Daddy drew his fingers through her dripping wet slit, then showed her his fingers. They glistened with her wetness, but there wasn't any sign of the blood she feared. She dropped back, sobbing in relief, her body going limp with exhaustion, eyes closing. "You aren't done, yet, dirty little slut!" Daddy said. Hanna opened her eyes, seeing daddy's cock bobbing on front of her eyes. She opened her mouth and raised her head, licking at the swollen knob. Even with the recent, powerful orgasm she was still in an aroused glow and welcomed a chance to fill any hole with cock. "Is that what you give to your Valentine, dirty slut?" Daddy said. He didn't wait for an answer, instead pushing forward, shoving more of his thick cock into Hanna's mouth, filling it, and preventing an answer. Hanna tried to beg for a chance to explain. She moaned around his cock as he pushed deeper into her mouth, her eyes begging for mercy. Daddy gripped her hair, using it as a handle as he began to fuck her mouth. His fat cock slid in and out, stroking along her tongue. He didn't fully withdraw it to give her a chance to speak. "Yes, I'll bet you do suck his cock, little slut. Little cock-sucker." Daddy said. His thrusts grew more forceful as he talked. Hanna felt him driving against the back of her throat, creating a sense of panic as she felt herself start to choke and gag. She was trapped by the bench under her and couldn't resist with her hands still bound wide apart. Daddy's hand came down on the breast still coated in chocolate. He slapped at it, but she didn't feel much of the first blow. The hardened wax of the chocolate took much of the force, splitting in several places. The next blow and the ones that followed were felt, though. As daddy slapped Hanna felt the chocolate shell split further and start flying off as daddy struck her over and over. She started to whimper and then scream as he slapped the chocolate off of her breast. As the chocolate flew daddy thrust deeper, driving into her throat so that her scream was being forced back down her throat by his fat cock. "CUM, COCK-SUCKING WHORE!" Daddy yelled, shifting his final blow to between her legs, slapping her wet, exposed pussy. Hanna obeyed, inspite of herself, her body convulsing as the pain from her pussy overwhelmed her, forced into pleasure by her father's order. The shock of the orgasm drove the last of the air from her lungs. Her body shook on the bench, exploding from within. With daddy's balls on her chin, his cock blocking her throat she felt as if she were being fucked all the way through her body, impaled from mouth to cunt on his cock. When she stopped trying to scream and drew a breath she realized daddy had pulled out of her mouth. She could breathe again. She gasped and panted to recover from lack of air, her body shaking. Her head was spinning from both the orgasm and lack of air. She didn't become aware of what daddy was doing next until she felt her right arm released from the chain. She raised her head and felt him release her left wrist. She hadn't noticed him letting her ankles go, but they were already free from the bench. "Off the bench." Daddy said. Hanna sat up, still breathing hard. Daddy took her by her ponytail again and pulled, making her stand up. He got her to one side of the bench she had been straddling and then bent her head forward again. He pushed down, making her kneel beside it. He tugged her face closer to the point on the bench where her hips had rested. "You got my bench wet, little whore. Clean it." Daddy said, forcing her lips against the wetness that had pooled on the vinyl cushion while she had squirmed under daddy's pain. A little of it was perspiration, but the rest was all wetness that had dripped from her pussy, especially when she had cum. Hanna put her tongue to the vinyl and began to clean her own body's wet evidence from the surface. Her ears burned as daddy made her lick up the fact that she had cum so much. She felt him move behind her. "Since you have already given your lover your cunt and mouth, maybe I should see if you've given him your last hole?" Daddy said. He nudged his hard cock, still wet with Hanna's saliva, between her bottom cheeks. Hanna tried to raise her head. Daddy forced her back down. She could feel his big cock dangerously close to her bottom. "Please, daddy, no! It's too big! Please, please, not there!" "You should have thought of that when you brought home presents from your lover boy!" Daddy said, pressing harder against her tight pucker. Hanna tried to struggle, but Daddy had her trapped, her head on the bench and his cock behind her. She could feel him pushing, grinding into her ass, stretching her hole. "Ow! Daddy, it hurts! Please, be gentle daddy, please!" "I'm not even in, yet, little whore! You'll take daddy up your cock-teasing little ass, even if I rip you open to get in!" Hanna cried out as daddy shoved harder, his cockhead stretching her ass wider and wider. With a sudden push he entered, making her scream. With the head of his cock through her tightly clenched muscles Hanna could only cry and accept as daddy's cock slid deeper into her body. "Yes, babywhore, give daddy your tears, taste his pain! Daddy is going to rape your ass, little girl and the only thing you can do is enjoy it!" "It hurts, daddy, it hurts so much!" "That's daddy's love burning in your ass, baby girl. Daddy's pain is daddy's love." Daddy began to push and withdraw, pumping his cock in and out of her ass. He gripped her ponytail and yanked back on her head, forcing her to fuck back on his invading member, making her help with her own ass-rape. Hanna whimpered at the pain burning through her body even as she felt the pain transform into a corrupt, dirty pleasure. The pain was still pain, but she was beginning to draw pleasure from it. "You are daddy's dirty little whore. Daddy's to use. Daddy's to fuck. Daddy's to rape!" "Yes, daddy, yes!" Hanna sobbed, tears still coming from her eyes. She moaned, deep, gutteral, primitive sound driven out of her body as if forced out by daddy's hard, thrusting cock. "Daddys little whore!" Daddy began to thrust faster, the pain threatening to overcome the pleasure as he pumped into her. Hanna began to make small, frightened squealing noises as daddy raped her ass faster. "Oh, god, daddy! Please, please, slow down!" Daddy slapped her ass with his free hand, yanking back harder on her ponytail. "This isn't for your pleasure, dirty slut, it's your punishment! I'm not your lover, I'm your daddy, raping your ass for being a filthy little whore!" "No, please, daddy, please, no! Ah!" Hanna had feared losing the pleasure in the pain, but daddy kept pushing, forcing her. It suddenly hit her how close she was to cumming. How close she was to exploding with daddy's cock raping her ass. "DADDY! RAPE MY ASS!" Daddy's growl told her, on one level, how close daddy was to cumming. That level wouldn't occur to her until later. Hearing it, though, sent her over the edge. Daddy's growl meant he was going to cum, raping her so terribly. Hanna screamed again, high and loud as her body convulsed under daddy's ravaging, grinding, thrusting cock. Daddy's cock erupted as her ass clenched hard. He could feel her body erupting in the unmistakable rhythm of complete orgasm. He ground his cock deep inside her bowels, painting her inside with his cum. His final sigh of satisfaction escaped as her body went limp under him, sliding her ass off his cock as she collapsed on the floor. Daddy rolled her over on her back and then lay beside her on the floor, one arm over her heaving, gasping breasts. He put his lips to her mouth and kissed, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Hanna began to sob again. Her body shaking from the force of her orgasm and all the highs and lows daddy had put her through. When she finally could lift her head she buried it in daddy's chest. She sobbed even louder as she pressed her face into his chest, hearing his slower, calmer breathing. Daddy stroked her hair, comforting her, easing her back to the present. Hanna looked up, tears still in her eyes and fought for control. She was still trembling from the force of daddy's punishment. "But, daddy, the candy and flowers," Hanna said, "were from you!" Daddy chuckled, his grin wide, wicked. "I know, baby girl." Hanna pushed at her daddy's chest, huffing now. "Then why punish me for getting them!" "Because it was fun!" "You are a big meanie!" Hanna said, turning over on the floor, turning her back on her daddy, but not pulling away. She felt him snuggle against her back, which was getting cold. His warmth seeped through her body, comforting her. "Yes, a big meanie daddy. And your husband." While daddy remained the same, Hanna snuggled deeper against his warmth, no longer feeling herself small and innocent. No longer a girl coming home from school but a wife who had come home from work. "Shhhh, I wanna stay little for a few more minutes." "You are always little to me." Her husband said, snuggling his little daughter/grown wife closer. "I love you, daddy. Even if you are a big meanie." *** If you enjoyed this story or need to beg permission to lick up your mess contact me at: sad dot daddy at ymail dot com