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                        Daddy's Slave -- Part 4

Two intensive weeks passed after my father made me his slave. Slave was
such an odd word to use and yet there was no other that adequately described
my relationship to him. During some parts of the day he didn't pay much
attention to what I did, and yet, when he wanted to "play", I was expected
to be prepared. I was wondering when or if he'd ever let me start looking
for a job again but whenever I broached the subject I was told that he'd
let me know what he wanted me to do and when.

And he had plenty of ideas to fill the time. One afternoon, after a
small infraction of the rules (I sat down on the couch instead of kneeling
at his feet when I was serving him) he told me to go out into the back
yard, in the nude as I was, and cut a switch from the apple tree. It was
to be of a specific length and diameter and, as he said, "I'm going to
try each one you bring in on your ass, so if you don't get what I've
specified, you'll still feel it used on you and each one after that until
you get it right." I was more than a little afraid. I had some idea what
a switch must feel like and I wasn't sure how many strokes I was to get
with it. I went out to the tree with a sharp knife and eyed it, trying to
hurry because the next door neighbor could see into our yard through the
fence. I saw one that would be about the right size and climbed up into
the tree and onto a branch to get to it. Sure enough, Mr. Gannon, the
neighbor was watching me from his yard. I didn't make eye contact, cut
the switch and climbed down as fast as I could.

My father was waiting for me at the base of the tree. "This is almost
the right size, but not quite thick enough. Bend over Debra so you can
feel what the consequences of an incorrect decision are." Totally humiliated
by the idea of having to bend over in full view of Mr. Gannon, I slowly
bent at the waist, my pussy and ass displayed for him. I grabbed my
ankles as my father specified and heard the switch in the air before it
hit my skin. The sting was incredible and I cried out and flinched. "Now,
let's see if you can follow instructions *this* time." He glanced at
the neighbors' yard and I knew he was putting on a show at this point. I
climbed into the tree once again, found another suitable switch, cut it
and climbed down. My father examined it, said, "Yes, that might do. Bend
over so I can test it." I bent, once again and he said, "Spread your legs
a bit farther, Debra. We want to make sure you feel it on your thighs."
I inched my legs farther apart and prepared for the blow. Once again
fire hit my legs when the switch came down on me and tears formed in
my eyes.

"Come in the house, Debra. It's time for your punishment." I followed him
into the house, not knowing where the punishment would take place. He
went into the room that had been his shop, the place where the bondage
equipment was kept and motioned me over to the bars that he'd improvised.
My wrists were secured into wrist cuffs spread wide apart and I was bent
over at the waist over another bar that forced my ass to stick out
obscenely. "Now, let's make sure you realize how important it is to
follow instructions from now on, Debra." I braced myself and the first
blow hit my ass hard. I waited for the second, crying quietly, but as
he sometimes did, my father toyed with me between strokes. The switch
was run up the inside of my thighs and into my pussy. "Now...wouldn't
one hurt up here, honey?" he asked with fake innocence. "Yes, Daddy,
it would. Please Daddy, I'll never forget again." He laughed. My begging
was one of his favorite things. It aroused him every time and within
seconds I could feel his cock poking at the lips of my pussy.

"Do you want me, Debra? Do you want Daddy?"

"Oh yes, Daddy. Please fuck me. I want your cock." I knew he wanted me
to be more graphic, but I was having trouble collecting my thoughts
in the desperation of not wanting the switch to hit me again. He loved
it when I could be precise in describing what he wanted to do to me
himself. He stepped back and the switch hit me again, hard enough to
make me start getting busy on the description. "D-d-daddy? Do you know
what your little girl wants?" "What is it baby?" he asked and brought
the switch down on my thighs again. I gasped and then went on. "I want
so much to have your hard cock pounding in my pussy, Daddy. I want to
sit on your cock and ride it while you pinch my nipples."

Another stroke, this time back on my ass and it was becoming almost
unbearable. "Not quite, Debra. Try again." "Daddy..." I was searching
desperately for what he might want. "I want to suck your cock, Daddy.
I want to feel fucking my face and have you cum in my throat..." He
moaned and moved to the wrist restraints, freeing me. I fell to my
knees on the concrete floor and waited for him to position himself
in front of my face. His cock was bobbing in front of my lips and he
poked in into my face a couple of times, laughing. Then he grabbed my
hair with both hands and said, "Open your mouth, baby. Take it all
in." With that, he thrust his cock into my mouth and started pumping
slowly. He obviously didn't want to cum quickly. "That's right. Suck
it nice. Oooooh, I could do this forever." He pulled back, out of my
mouth and his cock bounced again in front of my face. "Lick it and
suck the tip. Thaaaat's right. Now, suck it again." I opened my mouth
wide and his cock went almost to the back of my throat. I'd had
enough practice not to gag too much and I started trying to relax and
suck enough to get it over with as soon as I could. Very quickly he
tensed and shot his cum down my throat, and began to pump in and out
of my mouth slowly.

I'd thought that that would be enough for a while, since he rarely
used me more than once every few hours. But evidently, seeing his
neighbor next door ignited something in his imagination. He said, "Go
and get your plaid skirt on--that short one. And put on a white blouse
and cardigan sweater. And some loafers." We'd never played a game with
that outfit before so I wasn't sure what was coming but I hurried to
comply to avoid any further punishment. I heard him talking on the
phone while I dressed and when I entered the living room he said, "Sit
there on the couch, knees together. Sit up straight. Mr. Gannon's coming
over." I didn't know what was coming but the idea of another person
in the house made me nervous. Within a few moments the doorbell rang
and my father let Mr. Gannon into the house.

"Bert, I don't know if you've met my daughter, Debra." I stood and said
hello and Mr. Gannon said, "I've seen her around." This made me blush
deeply and my father smiled and went on, "Debra's been a very bad girl.
I know you used to be a school principal before you retired and I
wondered if you could help me with disciplining her. I don't want her
to get out of control." Mr. Gannon's eyes got wide and then he smiled
very big. "I think I could help you with that," he said, "But I have
to warn you, I firmly believe in corporal punishment to help young
people learn the boundaries."

"Well, nothing I've done up to this point seems to have worked. Would
you consider taking her into one of the other rooms and trying your
hand at it? I think Debra could benefit from your firm hand."

Mr. Gannon was obviously eager to "assist" and said, "Sure. Right now?
Would you like me to work with her right now?"

"Sure, Bert. No time like the present. There's a room at the end of
the hall with a desk and a chair. Would you like a paddle...or...?"

"A paddle would be best," he said, and took the paddle from my father's
hand.

Knowing that Mr. Gannon had seen me naked and had seen my father whip
me just an hour before, it didn't surprise me to hear my father saying,
"And if Debra gets you all fired up, Bert, don't hesitate to make her
accept the consequences of that, too. I believe in my girl taking
responsibility when she gets a man worked up. She can take it up the
ass, if that's your preference, too."

It wasn't the first time my father had given me to another man, and
it happened before, he'd video taped the event for us to watch over
and over again later. It didn't completely surprise me, then, to hear
him say, "Would you mind if I taped her punishment, Bert? So that she
can see the consequences of her actions later? You could have a copy
for yourself, of course." Mr. Gannon thanked my father enthusiastically
for "documenting" my punishment and congratulated him on his methods
of reinforcing the punishment at a later date. "But if you don't mind,
I think it might be best to administer the punishment right out here,
in public," Mr. Gannon said. "There's no reason to hide these things."

"Now Debra," he said in a stern, principals voice, "I want you to remove
your underwear and hand it to your father." I slowly raised my skirt
with Mr. Gannon watching intently and my father taping the whole event.
My fingers went into the waistband of my panties and I slid them down
to my ankles, stepping out of my shoes and then my panties, bent down
and picked them up and handed them to my father who took them without
stopping the video camera. "Pull your skirt up to your waist and bend
over the end of the couch, please." I exposed my ass completely, and
bent slowly over the arm. He made me wait almost a full minute before
issuing the next instruction, and the wait made me realize the psychological
impact of anticipation. I was trembling by the time he spoke again.
"Looks like you've had to be firm with her already today," he said. "She
must really give you some trouble. No problem. We'll teach her who's
boss. Debra, I want you to count your swats as I give them to you. In
a clear voice, please."

As I counted, twenty very businesslike swats were administered, and I
counted each through my tears. He made me wait for some, stretching
the anticipation even further. After the twentieth blow he stopped and
said, "I believe that's enough. But you're right. Wiggling that slutty,
seductive little ass did have an effect on me. I believe your daughter
needs quite a lot of discipline."

"Make her feel the consequences of her slutty behavior," I heard my father
say with obvious relish in his voice. I wasn't even allowed to move
from the arm of the couch. My ass was burning as I felt Mr. Gannon moving
into position behind me. He didn't even loosen me up with his fingers as
my father usually did. I heard him spit on his hands and before I knew
what was happening, his cock was pushing into my ass. "Ooooh, she's
deliciously tight," I heard him moan as he began pushing into me in
earnest. Every thrust felt like it would split me open and the idea
that my father would make me watch it later (usually with his cock in
my ass) nearly made me sick. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity
but which was actually only a couple of minutes, Mr. Gannon grabbed my
hips with his hands and pushed into me hard. I could feel his cum in
my ass and my only emotion was relief that he'd soon slip out. I was
very afraid that I was going to see more of our next door neighbor.


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