Page 17 of Trained By Her Daddy

“I’ll never swear in front of my Daddy again,” I choked out, my eyes swelling with tears.

“No. I’m sure you’ll think twice next time.” Touching the targeted area right above the last strike, he cracked the belt down onto my wet skin.

“Oh, my God, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, and I won’t swear ever again!”

“If you lose count, Daddy will start over.”

“Three,” I yelped, waving my bottom from side to side as a tear ran down my cheek. “Please stop. You’re killing me!”

“I don’t believe anyone has ever died from a belt landing on their butt, so bend over and push that naughty behind of yours back out.”

Turning my neck, I could see him tapping the doubled instrument repeatedly against his palm, patiently waiting for me to reassume the position. And then he landed the fourth stroke directly to the crease underneath my burning ass.

“Four!” I shrieked, my fingers flying back to soothe the burning pain.

“I would highly suggest you move that hand of yours and continue with your promise… unless of course you want to go for ten strokes instead of five.”

My voice was almost unrecognizable as tears streamed down the sides of my face. “I’ll never swear in front of my Daddy again!”

“Get into position and take the rest of your punishment,” he warned, before his belt left one final burn across my shuddering buttocks.

“Five!” I screamed and once again reached to rub out the fire. But his large palm caught my hand as he angled his mouth toward my ear.

“Tell me what I want to hear, so we can finish your bath, little one.”

“I’m sorry, and I won’t swear in front of my Daddy ever again,” I sobbed, shaking my head.

“Okay, okay, sweetie. Sit back down in the tub and let me suds you up while the water is still warm.”

“But isn’t that going to hurt my…”

His warm breath tickled my ear as he softly spoke three words. “Sit. Down. Now.”

I winced as my inflamed bottom touched the bathwater, but John paid no attention as he soaped up his hefty hands and lathered my belly. “Turn around, so Daddy can wash your neck and back,” he instructed matter-of-factly before massaging the tight muscles in those hard to reach places.

Lowering my wet eyelashes, I reveled in his gentle touch, but my relaxation was brief as his fingers reached around and brushed over my nipples. Though I sucked in a short gasp, there was no point in hiding my crooked smile. We both knew how turned on I was.

“I thought you might like that,” John said as he rinsed my soapy body with a plastic cup and lovingly watched the water cascade off my pale skin. But when he finished, my eye spied him reaching for the shaver and a can of shaving gel.

“Now, move your backside onto the ledge, so I can get you properly shaven. I want your sweet cunny smooth as silk.”

After turning the battery-powered device on, he quickly sheared my mound, and it occurred to me it would’ve been much less embarrassing had I shaved before making the trip to his house. But when he slathered the thick gel over my pussy and began using the razor, my humiliation morphed into a stunning arousal as my labia swelled with each movement of the implement. And from the sparkle in his eyes, I guessed he saw fresh cream collecting in the delicate seam of my sex.

“Hmmm. I think someone is enjoying this.” His eyebrow arched as he continued his mission with quick, careful strokes until all the lather was removed from my mound with the razor.

“Can I rinse now?”

“No. You’ll bend over and hold onto the ledge, so I can shave that adorable puckered hole of yours.”

The rapid eye roll I shot him earned me two swift smacks to the tops of my thighs.

“When your Daddy gives you an order, you’ll respond instantly or face the consequences. I’d think you’d know that by now.”

“Yes, sir,” I whispered and turned around, bending my ass toward him. “It’s just…”

He rounded my anus with the tip of his finger before tapping it gently. “Just what, my little lady?”

“Well, maybe it’s not in my DNA to be a submissive.”

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