Daddy looking for his little muse

Since you like it rough, I wouldn’t punish you roughly. Punishment should be something you don’t like. But for the sake of fantasy let’s pretend that I do.

I’d start by putting the leather restraints on your wrists and ankles. Then, you would sit on the yoga mat while I attach a four-foot spreader bar between your legs. Then your wrists as well wide on the bar. Once I got you all secure, I would gently roll you onto your back by the bar to where your arms and legs are in the air and your shaved little naughty pussy is fully exposed. Since you touched my pussy without permission, I would spank your cunt with the riding crop. But slowly, a few spanks at a time then fingering you with two big Daddy fingers, scolding you for being so wet. You aren't supposed to enjoy this. Harder spanks and more fingering but stopping before you cum. I may not let you cum all day long since you have been so bad and willfully disobedient.

Next, I would unclip your legs and have you lie on your tummy with your ass in the air. The spreader bar out in front of you keeping your arms extended. I would start with the quirt whipping your ass with its two biting tails putting red stripes all over that pretty ass. Then, I’d take the large wooden hairbrush that you hate, and spank you until you cry.

Now you know all this excites me, so to finish I would lube up your little rosebud and fuck you in the ass with no foreplay until I spilled my seed deep in your core.
 
The four walls of loneliness
Have emptied all the Love
Her heart held as a girl
Crushed by a callous man
Who lied to take her to bed
Leaving her void of any hope
In a color-blind world of grey
 
In your dreams I come
Quietly tying you as
Not to interrupt your sleep
Suddenly a tongue warm & wet
Parks itself on your clit
Still half asleep you move
Under it, hips providing
The movement just right
Hands restricted, captured
You beg Me to stop
But your voice isn’t convincing
And your ass dancing
To the feral beat of desire
Fingers squeezing the trapped
Blood in swollen nipples
Moaning now like the slut
You wish you could be
Feeling the orgasm approach
Like a winding rubber band
Tighter and tighter
you wither against the ropes
As the orgasm flows in waves
Without a word I release the ropes
Whispering, “It was just a dream.”
 
To tie
Bind
Strap you down
With rope and steel
For it gives me pleasure
Knowing there will be no resistance
No debate as we explore the shifting line
Between pain and pleasure
Ecstacy & grimace
My little lovely creature
Caught snugly in my twisted web
Of forbidden pleasure and sadistic delight
you will remember this night
Returning to it again and again
Reaching down for a quiet release
Wishing you back here
Where in your chains
you truly felt free
 


He stood behind her breathing in the honeysuckle scent of her shampoo. Letting the straps of the sundress slide over her smooth shoulders and watching it slide down covering her feet and cherry colored toenails. He felt her perky breasts through white lace bra. Small breasts but her nipples were quiet large and erect. He unhooked it as well and let it fall to the floor.

She stood there feeling like her shaky knees might buckle. No man had ever seen her this naked and the white sheer thong was all that remained of her modesty. He pulled her in and she could feel his erection like a hot iron against her lower spine. His fingers now pinching her hard nipples and she could feel it all the way to her clit hiding between the folds of her shaved pussy.

She wanted to taste him. To feel his thick cock filling her hungry little mouth, wanting His hands to tangle in her curls and teach her how He wants to be pleased. She would do anything, anything He asked of her. Her cunt now as wet as a spilt peach and her aching clit throbbing with every beat of her heart. She thought briefly about his tongue down there and almost came.
 
she tenses, prone, over His knee
Pink panties pull over heart-shaped bottom
She wishes she could beg for forgiveness
But much too late for begging

Jumping as He grabs
Squeezing her Pilates butt
His hand burrows in her honeysuckle curls
Pinning her tightly to His lap

The spanks begin first slowly
Like first drops of a summer rain
Then increasing in frequency and furor
Leaving her blushed and breathless
 
Lisa couldn’t be happier. Her summer job, that she was lucky to find, just offered her a part-time position for the fall. She had just turned 18 in April, and though her parents could help some with school and she had a scholarship, she was still forced to live at home and commute the thirty miles to Brenau, a ridiculously expensive girl’s college in North Georgia.

She worked at a Ford dealership in the office pool. It was boring work. Mostly filing, a little light accounting work, and she answered the phone when Lexi took breaks. Lexi was the receptionist for the office and quite a beautiful lady.

It was the first day of school, and Lisa was feeling a little overwhelmed by the time she had gotten to work. The pace of college was much different than her high school and she already had a couple of hours of homework.

Before she could even set down her things, Lexi waved her over.

“Hi, I’m not sure what happened, but Mr. Thomas, the general manager wants to see you in his office. He seemed a little upset. His office is right down the hall. You’ll see his name on the door.”

“Me? He doesn’t even know me. I’ve seen him walk through but he doesn’t even look my way.”

“Just go knock. It could be anything. He just got divorced last spring and he’s been a little moody.”

Lisa just shrugged and walked down the hall and timidly knocked on the door.

“Come in, ah, it’s you. Lisa right?”

“Yes, Sir. I just started here. I was a temp this summer and was hired part time.”

“Yes, I know who you are. You’ve done good work from what I hear. But there is a little problem. Have a seat.”

Lisa sat in the small chair before Mr. Thomas who looked even larger behind his huge mahogany desk. Her mind was racing ahead trying to figure out what she could have done so wrong.

“Take a look at this pictures and tell me if you recognize them,” he said, passing them over the desk.

Oh yes she did. Her face turned beet red. They were nude pictures she has put on several BDSM websites and forums.

“Sir, yes these are of me, but they are private pictures and you had no right to print them out,” she said ending with a pout.

“No, you put pictures on the public domain where anyone could see them. A lot of people in this town buy their cars here. This behavior would reflect badly if it hit the rumor mill. Reflect badly on MY company that is. Now if you want to keep working here, you’ll take down all the nudity, and any showing your face on porn sites when you get home tonight. Will you do that?”

“Yes, Sir, I will.”

“One day in the future, you’ll get a really good job and if that company finds this kind of activity, you’d be fired immediately.”

“Believe me, I’ve learned my lesson. And I’m not a slut. I was just curious.”

“Hey, I was young once too. We all do stupid things. But you still need to be punished. Stand up.”

“Why?”

“Because I said so. Now lift up your skirt over your waist and pull down your panties. Don’t give me that look, just do it, NOW.”

She was shaking yet oddly excited. He rose and walked around behind her.

“Now bend over and put your forearms on the desk and keep them there. Don’t worry, I’m not going to fuck you if that’s what you are thinking.”

Her pussy was so wet and it embarrassed her more knowing he could see it. And probably smell her excitement as well. She felt his strong hand as it slapped her well toned ass. His other hand grabbed a handful of hair at the base of her skull and forced her head down as he continued to spank her harder and harder giving each round cheek a turn. She felt like if he just touched her cunt she would cum. She wanted his cock, to fill it inside her hungry little mouth and please him in all the naughty ways she had dreamed about since high school. Then he stopped.

“Now, go to the bathroom and straighten yourself up. If you need to masturbate, be quiet about it. And don’t tell anyone about this or I’ll deny it. And show them your pictures.”

“Oh, I won’t tell. I’d be too embarrassed. Is there anything I can do for you, Sir, before I leave?”

“Not today, Dear.”

Lisa had to walk past Lexi’s desk to get to the bathroom. Lexi didn’t speak but she had the grin of a Cheshire Cat.
 
She pauses
Reflects on her choices
Seemingly she knows Him
So well, and here she sits
Two blocks away
Fighting her angel, Prodded by her demon
He has told her what to expect
A rough outline He calls it
Things unspeakable to her
Not so long ago
But now they excite
And terrify
He spoke of this struggle
That she will either knock
Or run like hell
If she runs, it will simply be the end
If she knocks, she is His
For 48 hours, completely
Without reservation or complaints
Her phone reads 1:18 PM
12 lonely minutes
But a decision must be made
Sooner, to allow for the walk
What will she do?​
 
She pauses
Reflects on her choices
Seemingly she knows Him
So well, and here she sits
Two blocks away
Fighting her angel, Prodded by her demon
He has told her what to expect
A rough outline He calls it
Things unspeakable to her
Not so long ago
But now they excite
And terrify
He spoke of this struggle
That she will either knock
Or run like hell
If she runs, it will simply be the end
If she knocks, she is His
For 48 hours, completely
Without reservation or complaints
Her phone reads 1:18 PM
12 lonely minutes
But a decision must be made
Sooner, to allow for the walk
What will she do?​

This could so be me! I know what I’d choose :devil: :heart:
 
Anticipation

She lies across His lap
Feeling calloused hand
Wander lightly over
Upturned naked bottom
While His other hand
Grabs a fistful of silky hair
Tight at the base of skull
Her breath quickens
Not with fear but elation
Face blushes knowing
Her rear will be reddened
Spanked in a fury of smacks
That she has longed to feel
Fingers dipping inside
pressing against her wetness
Teasing her making her arch
Moaning as two dive inside
Her split fruit flower

“Have you been a good girl?”

“No, Daddy, a very bad naughty one.”
 

She always knew she was different
Ken wasn’t invited for tea
Instead, he would tie Barbie up
Whisper things, naughty things
Touching her, driving her to struggle
Against taut kite strings

Her dolls, she outgrew
But Ken, the devilish man
Haunted her on sultry southern nights
Withering in her bed
with her fiendish little finger
Touching her secret spot

Is He real, she wonders?
Will her body get to feel a touch
she has only imagined?
An often debated item
To dwell in the colorless world
Or to let these desires finally bloom
 
If I could paint,
I’d paint you in pastel
Pink toenails and Pink lips
Lips resisting a coy grin

Such loveliness it often sneaks
Quietly into my dreams
Upon waking
I smell your honeysuckle hair
And peppermint sighs

Reaching for your warmth
Finding it all a dream
How I want to feast on you
Kiss, suckle, taste all the way
Down to your shy split summer peach

Lingering, right there, steady
Unwavering, and oh so softly
Letting your moans, your movements
Loop their feedback to my tantalizing tongue

My fingers seek your hard cherry nipples
Pinching, as you start to quiver and thrash
As I wait for the four magic words
“May I cum, Sir?”
 
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