Page 67 of Daddy Depraved

Harder, faster than ever before, he spanks my bare bottom, and I grab at the duvet, forcing myself to stay in position. The last thing I want is for him to repeat this punishment, but I can already feel the tears welling in my eyes as he lights my ass on fire.

“When I put you to bed, I expect you to stay there. You do not leave this room without my permission. If you ever sneak out of bed again, I will start tying you to the headboard every night. And you already know better than to leave the house without an adult, don’t you, Juliet?”

“Yes, Daddy!” Dancing in place now, I cry out as the pain engulfs my entire backside. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

To my surprise and relief, the spanking stops there and he runs his hand over my heated flesh. “I hope you’re learning your lesson, princess. Because I can promise this isn’t a punishment you want me to repeat.”

Something taps against my bottom and I groan at the memory of the thick leather I saw laying on the bed. “Please, Daddy, no! I learned my lesson, I promise! I’ll be good forever!”

“Oh, my naughty little baby. I don’t expect you to be good all the time. But when it comes to putting yourself in danger or trying to run from me, well…. You would do well to not repeat those particular behaviors any time soon. Six with the strap for running away, in the dark, by yourself. And an extra two for taking your diaper off without Daddy’s permission.”

Eight with that thick, heavy leather? Groaning, I bury my face in the duvet, bracing for the first stroke.

It’s just as bad as I expected. The strap is large enough to cover my entire backside, and the pain radiates deep down into my flesh. Tears slip down my cheeks and I swear to myself I will never do anything to earn another strapping like this again.

Each stroke of the leather across my bottom is another layer of agony, another layer of regret, until it feels like my ass is swollen to twice it’s normal size.

Daddy runs his hand over my skin, and a sob rises up in my throat. Even that gentle touch feels too harsh.

“Will you try to run from me again, princess?” he asks softly.

“N-no, Daddy!”

“Good girl. Two more and then we’re done with the strap.”

My cries echo around the room as the strap connects once, twice more with my aching flesh. But Daddy doesn’t pull me into his arms to comfort me like he usually does at the end of a spanking, and I sob even louder when I feel him behind me, the thick head of his cock pressing against my bottom hole.

“You belong to me, Juliet.” Pain flashes through me, sharp and burning as he slowly pushes inside me. “Everything you have, is because of me. Your body, your heart, your pleasure, it all belongs toDaddy. Am I making myself crystal fucking clear, little girl?”

“Yes, Daddy!” I cry out, clinging to the duvet as he stretches me impossibly wide. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll be a good girl I promise!”

“Youarea good girl, my sweet little princess. Even when you make naughty choices, you are still my good girl. Forever. Nothing will ever change that.”

Something inside me shifts at his words and the tension drains from my body. I relax, welcoming him in as he fucks my bottom with slow, sure strokes.

I’ve never been anyone’s good girl. And I know now, without a doubt in my mind, that I will never be anyone else’s good girl. Only his.

Only Daddy’s.

I welcome the pain. It’s a cleansing I didn’t know I needed until right this very second. And with every thrust of his thick cock in my most forbidden hole, the guilt, the worry, the stress all fades away. Everything I’ve ever done has led me to this place, to this very moment.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Daddy’s movements become faster, harder, my bottom aching inside and out with every hard stroke of his cock inside me.

Sliding his hand over my hip, his clever fingers find my clit, and he chuckles. “I thought I’d find you wet, but I didn’t expect to find you absolutely soaked, princess. My filthy little baby. You love it when Daddy hurts you, don’t you, Juliet?”

There’s no point denying it any longer, is there? “Y-yes, Daddy.”

“So fucking perfect. Come for Daddy, princess. Let me feel you come with my cock buried in your tight little ass.”

I’m helpless against the waves of pleasure crashing over me, and I don’t even try to fight. I simply surrender. To the pleasure, to the pain, to everything.

To him.

When I come screaming for him, for Daddy, he fucks me even harder, his possessive growls echoing in my ears as he slams into my bottom one final time. Filling my most forbidden hole with his cum while my pussy still spasms with pleasure.

Leaning down, he puts his lips so close to my ear I can feel his hot breath on my cheek. “Mine. And don’t you ever forget it again.”

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