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."

 
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