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She was a pretty blonde, blue-eyed woman who walked up to the heavy wooden door of the large house.  Her eyes were downcast in either submission or fear as her right hand came up to quietly knock on the door.  She was dressed in a very short, pleated skirt and a pretty, sheer top.  They seemed to be a sensual nod to a schoolgirl’s attire.  Amanda was no schoolgirl.

The door slowly opened a little.

“Yes?” A man’s deep voice asked.

Amanda fidgeted a little, and her hands went behind her to cover her bottom.  “Forgive me, Father, but I have sinned.” She whispered.

The man sighed.  “I see.  Another confession, Child?  So soon?  It hasn’t even been a week yet.”

Amanda whimpered slightly and rubbed her thighs together.  “I’m sorry, Father.  I know.  I know.  I’ve just been naughty again and need your guidance.”

“Come in then.  You know where to go.” He opened the door wider.

Amanda sighed in relief.  “Thank you, thank you so much, Father. I do.  I will wait.”

She entered the house and paid little attention to the foyer as she scurried to the room on the right.  It was a spacious living area that featured numerous cushioned chairs, a large sofa, and a small kneeling stool positioned in front of the window.

This is where she went and knelt on the hardwood.  The pinching sensation pleased her, as she knew she needed to be punished.  She even rocked back and forth a little to grind it in further.

The man placed a small box of uncooked rice on a table to her right.  “If you need help meditating on your sins before we speak.” He murmured 

She glanced at it and moaned softly.  “Bless you, Father.  I do need help.”

Amanda rose and sprinkled rice liberally over the stool, then knelt again.  

“Ohh.” She groaned as raw rice bit into her knees.  The pain was exquisite and sharp.  A tear already began to form in her eye.  She bowed her head and waited on his pleasure.

After several minutes, she heard his relaxed voice from behind her.  She knew he’d been watching her as she’d begun to cry softly.

“Approach, Child.” He told her.

“Yes, Father.” She sniffled and rose as gracefully as she could.  

Father watched her approach with a soft smile.  Amanda trudged a little like a girl who knew she was going to be reprimanded.  He’d put out a small pillow in front of him for her to use.  He admired her long, lovely legs as she approached and knelt before him.

He held out his left hand with an obsidian ring bearing a Triskelion.  

Amanda leaned forward to gently and submissively kiss it.  “Please, may I just once more?” She begged.

“You may.” He answered.

She kissed the ring and the finger, then straightened back.  “It’s been three days since my last confession to you, Father.”

“Hmm…I think we can dispense with that title now, Little Girl.” He rumbled.

She swallowed, grinned, and nodded.  “Yes, Daddy.”

It was an interesting ritual she loved.  The transition from a penitent young woman to a Daddy’s Girl was something she needed to make the change from who she was to who she became now.  Amanda was a Domme in the outside world, on kinky social media, and everywhere.  Here, she craved becoming the bowing, kneeling, submissive she could be for him.

She began to recite all the examples of how her smart ass mouth had been rude or mean to others around her.  She admitted to a lack of patience with some of her locked submissive males.  She apologized for not checking in with Daddy as often as she had promised.

“That’s a lot to confess.” He remarked.  “I’m especially displeased with the lack of check-ins.”

“I know, Daddy.” She whimpered.  Her whole body fidgeted now as she waited for what she knew came next.

“Strip.” He said the word slowly and caressingly.

“Yes, Daddy.” She answered with a throaty sound.

Amanda stood and unzipped her skirt.  Turning away from him, she pushed it down and touched her toes.  She moved her thighs slightly apart and held the position until Daddy said otherwise.

Daddy enjoyed the view.  Amanda knew better than to wear thongs or panties to a confession.  Her bottom was nicely round, full, and firm.  Her bare pussy was already a bit shiny from her arousal.  He laughed.

“I can still see a couple of marks from the last confession.” He mentioned.

Amanda wiggled a little.  “Yes, Sir.  I am very pleased with those, too.”

“Continue.” He commanded.

“Yes, Daddy.” She arose and turned to take off her top and let her breasts jiggle down for him to enjoy.  Amanda loved how his eyes lit up as he saw how hard her nipples were for him.

“Come here.” He told her.

She gasped slightly but knew this might happen.  Stepping forward, she placed her hands behind her back.  She cried out when his hands came forward to pinch each nipple very hard and twist.

“You seek my guidance?” He asked.

“I do, Daddy.” She whimpered but took it.

“Or do you just seek to enjoy submission to me again?” He arched an eyebrow.  “Tell the truth.”

She squirmed, not only from the nipple torture.  He knew how hard this was for her to admit out loud, but there was no escape from his hands or his eyes or his voice!

“I wish to submit.  It is so…so…freeing for me.  My mind goes quiet and all there is in it is you, your touch, your strokes, your…cock.” She growled the last part.

Daddy laughed again.  “Someone feeling needy?”

She whimpered as he twisted the other way.  “Yessssss, Daddy.”

“Well, first things first, time for punishments.  Go to the closet and fetch me the large tawse, the nursery cane, and the purple hairbrush paddle.” He clapped his hands.

Amanda was off like a shot as she moaned along the way.  “Not that paddle, Daddy, please?” She begged.

Daddy grinned.  He knew it meant she was secretly overjoyed for it because it did hurt so much.

Today, he did things in reverse order.  

As Amanda handed him the items, he motioned her to bend over the back of their usual cushioned chair.  Her ass was high and arched.  Her toes barely touched the floor.  Her hands could hold tightly to the armrests.

He whipped her slowly and deliberately with the cane for eight strokes.  Lining them up in a pretty little pattern from the top of her thighs to the top of her ass.  She howled and gasped and cried as she kept the count and thanked him.

When he put it down, Amanda was sniffling hard.  “Please, Daddy, please, may I rub?”

“Hmm?” He was already reaching for the tawse.  “Oh, I suppose.  You know how.”

She did.  Sliding off the back of the chair, she faced away from him and began to rub, massage, and knead her bottom.  Amanda was very aware of his eyes enjoying her handiwork — and his.  The lines were already starting to puff up into nice welt marks that should last another three days or so.  She hoped.

“Over.” He commanded.

“Yes, Sir.” She went back into position.

Leaning back, he began to use the three-tongued tawse to paddle slowly, then whip her bottom as he sped up.  Amanda moved from crying to sobbing now as the leather deeply impacted her bottom from one side to the other in one stroke.  He gave her a dozen of these as she tried very hard to keep count for him, but it was so hard.

“If you lose count, we start over.” He warned.

She sobbed and tried to speak, but was flustered.  Her bottom ached, her nipples were grinding into the fabric of the chair, and her pussy was clenching so hard that she wanted to fall to her knees!  Words?  

“Pleeeeeassse.” She whined eventually.  “Wordssssss.”

“Ah.  I see.  I’ll just finish the last three, then quickly.” He told her.

He gave her three of his best so far, and she just stayed in place.  Her shoulders shook from the sobbing.  

“Nod your head or shake it since words aren’t coming right now.” He told her.

She nodded.

“Are you sorry you’ve been bad?” He asked.

She nodded furiously.

“Are you going to keep better control of that smart mouth?” He asked.

She nodded even faster.

He tapped her bottom with the tawse once.  

“And you WILL do better about check-ins?” He growled.

She nodded up and down with more energy.  A soft sigh escaped her lips, and she whispered.  “I swear it, Daddy.”

“Good.” He put the tawse down.  “Now go to the corner, hands over head, nose in the crease, ass out.  Not a muscle is moving.  After that, you’re over my knee for the paddle.”

She nodded.  “Yes, Daddy.” She slid off the chair, groaning this time at the pain in her bottom as she moved.  

Daddy saw that her bottom was a dark red with eight sharp lines intersecting it.  She trudged to the corner and took her position.  He knew she hated corner time.  To make it worse, he left the room and got a cold drink to bring back and sit while he watched her squirm.

“The mighty Domme.” He teased.  “Red bottomed, weeping, and totally submissive in my corner.”

“Yes, Daddy.” She whimpered.  

Daddy was flexing on her, but knew it pleased her to be further put into this place.  She so rarely went into it.  Amanda had not found a man she could trust with this situation and keep discreet about it.  Daddy never told a soul about it — and never would.

He scolded and teased her until her body slumped a little in pure surrender to whatever he wished to tell her.  It was time.

“Come.” He called to her.

“Yes, Daddy.” She turned and shuffled to him.  Her eyes were down and red from crying.  

Over his lap, she went and settled in as comfortably as possible.

“Now, let’s see if I can get you to wait longer than three days this time.” He told her.

She shrugged.  “Yes, Daddy.”

He paddled her.  It was a small, flat, hairbrush-style paddle made of purple wood.  It was so very dense and made even the strongest masochist begin to cry.  Daddy wasn’t nice with it today.

Her bottom was turning a shade of purple in several areas now.  He put down the paddle and just enjoyed spanking her by hand for a minute.  Amanda relaxed a little.  He slowed his spankings and began to rub his finger up her thighs and over her slick labia.  

She wriggled and arched higher for him.

He teased her by entering a little way but leaving, and she moaned and begged for more.  This was kept up until he had two fingers inside of her, and she was dancing on his lap while singing a song of need and pleading.

“Back to the stool.” He told her.

She moved quickly to obey and knelt on the rice that was still there, but this time she leaned over until her hands were on the windowsill.  Her ass was bent forward, and she parted her thighs.

Daddy came up behind her, and she felt his cock’s head tap at the entrance to her pussy.  “Please, Daddy. Please, please, please?” She begged without shame.

“Who does this belong to?” He tapped harder.

“You, Daddy.  You.” She promised.

“Mmmhmm.” He slid into her all the way as she cried out.

Slowly, he pumped her until she begged to cum.  He told her no, and she prayed with tears the next time.  He allowed it, then drove her over the edge into two, no, three, no, four more orgasms on top of the first!  

Amanda was panting and sweating.  It was then she felt him using the silicone lube.  “Ohhhhh, Daaaadddddy.” She crooned in a raspy voice after all her squealing and begging.

“Mmmhmm.” He told her.  “Shame to waste a nicely whipped ass.”

“Mmmhmm…sure is, Daddy.” She agreed.

He took her ass now and rode her fast until she was bounding her cheeks against his pelvis. His hand came down to smack her ass on either side as whim struck him.  She felt one last and powerful orgasm approaching.

“OOhhhhh…Daddydaddydaddy, please?” She warbled.

“MMmmhmm…you’ve been forgiven.” He told her and thrust deep.

She screamed for him, blessed him, thanked him, and praised him as she closed her eyes, but still saw flashes of light.  Daddy grunted and groaned as he came inside of her.  He finally let himself release and enjoy.

They stayed conjoined for a long moment after it was over.  

His hand patted her bottom possessively.  “Get to it.” He murmured.

“Yes, Daddy.” She moved forward until she was free, then stood up to retrieve the cleaning supplies.  It was her job to take care of things.  It was her job to take care of Daddy.  

Amanda’s mind was quiet, mellow, and she felt refreshed as she knelt and washed the floor, the stool, Daddy, and herself.  His eyes were on her the whole time, and she felt so submissive to him right now.  Subspace was such a lovely place to be, and she had not had the opportunity to come here very often.  Daddy was very good at putting her here and taking care of her, too.

After cleaning was done, she cuddled in his lap on the big sofa as they kissed and caressed.  The afterglow and joy shone in his face, and she was so proud to have put it there.  She sighed.  There were so many things waiting for her on the other side of his door, but here, she was his, she was happy, and she enjoyed the throbbing in her backside from his guidance.