“Daddy’s Coming Home” AI art by me.

“I can’t believe it’s already been three months,” Cindy whispered to Teri next to her.

They were kneeling, away from the front door, wearing only the little leather thongs they’d been allowed during chores. Daddy had gone to get a surprise for them. They’d been trained to always wait this way for him.

It didn’t matter that they weren’t facing him. Each girl knew Daddy loved their asses a great deal and wanted to be greeted by them. The girls had agreed quietly that it was to enjoy his marks on them. It was rare that they didn’t have some.

“The Pride of Ownership.” He’d told them as they’d blushed and smiled when he explained it during their training.

They loved being owned by Daddy and being used by Daddy for whatever he wished. Daddy was a sadist and his two girls were very much painsluts for him.

“I know. I thought it would be…harder to assimilate.” Teri admitted.

Cindy chanced a look at her sister-slave. “You were worried about jealousy?” She asked.

Teri sighed. “Yes, you’re so much more…”

“Oh, stop it.” Cindy interrupted her. “We each have different roles and we know it, right?”

Teri knew it was true.

She was the original or first one Daddy had chosen and even married. He’d always been truthful about wanting another to add to them. Cindy was an excellent choice. She could take more pain and pounding than Teri could. Teri was a softer, cuddlier, sweeter-loving girl. She had stuffies. She was Little, whereas Cindy was more Middle.

“Yes, Cindy,” Teri answered submissively.

It had bothered her a little that Cindy had taken the role of older sister-slave so seriously. She’d spanked Teri for being down on herself only a week after Cindy had moved in with them. She’d grabbed Teri by the ear and jerked her over Cindy’s lap to wail on her in a fast, harsh spanking.

Teri had tearfully gone to Daddy to tell on her, but he’d just smiled and asked if it had been deserved. Had it done any good? His eyes compelled her to be honest. “Yes, Daddy.” She’d sniffled and shuffled her feet.

“Then go thank your Big Sister for your spanking.” He’d told her.

Teri had to trudge back and thank Cindy for her spanking. Cindy had hugged her and kissed her, which was nice and became nicer as it progressed a little. Cindy pushed Teri’s mouth to a nipple and told her to suckle. Teri’s bottom still stung, so she’d obeyed, but it had made her feel better. It wasn’t the last time it happened either.

That had cast the mold for it. Daddy was fair, though, and once when Cindy had gone too far, he had let Teri use the spoon on Cindy until she was good and sorry! It had felt wonderful. Daddy had then taken his belt to Cindy for overstepping. Cindy learned her lesson well, and Teri had been the one to offer her some sucking solace.

Cindy sighed after Teri answered so sweetly. “I’m sorry, Teri. I get unhappy when you start to doubt yourself.”

“I remember, Sister.” Teri giggled and moved her hands to cover her upturned bottom.

“Well, good. I also remember to be a better sister. You invited me into your home.” Cindy told her.

“Daddy did that,” Teri replied.

“We both know who really did. He knows, too, and loves you so very much for being so generous with him…to share him with me.” Cindy sounded wistful.

Both girls sighed in chorus. Daddy did spoil them silly. They were never wanting for orgasms or spankings. They spoiled him right back, with him never wanting for…anything.

Cindy growled softly, “I hope he gets home soon.”

Teri giggled but also let out a small moan. “Mmm…I do, too. I’m thirsty.”

They were still both giggling when Daddy opened the door.

“And what are my two naughty girls giggling about?” He asked in amusement.

They shared a look but didn’t turn. They hadn’t been released from their positions. “We were just commenting on being thirsty, Daddy,” Teri said in her best little girl voice.

“And we weren’t naughty yet, Daddy.” Cindy quietly chided him.

Daddy laughed, but it was huskier and deeper than usual. The sound of it made both girls tremble and become much wetter.

“Hmm…gee, that’s too bad. I suppose I can return these toys. They’re for naughty girls.” He lamented.

“Toys?” Both girls gasped and clapped a little.

“Naughty toys?” Cindy asked with a wicked grin.

Daddy nodded. He was holding a tall bag with items in it that resembled sticks or something.

“You don’t need a reason to do anything you want, Daddy, you know that.” Teri reminded him.

“True.” He nodded. “If I show you, then I’m going to want to use them.”

The girls nodded.

“Shall I show you?” He asked.

The girls squirmed and their hands reached behind them as they knew where the toys would probably be applied.

Cindy sighed, bit her lower lip, then undid the buckle on her leather thong. It dropped to the floor. “Oops.” She shrugged.

“Cindyyyy…” Teri whined. She really didn’t want to be so blatantly disobedient to Daddy’s rules, but…she did want to see the toys. She undid her buckle as well and whimpered as it hit the floor. “Oopsie.”

“Well.” Daddy looked gravely at them. “You’ve broken the rules, young ladies. Up and over the back of the couch. Now.” He pointed.

“But the toys, Daddy.” Cindy whimpered.

“Oh, I’ll show you. Over you go.” He pointed again.

The girls hopped up and obeyed. Asses arched up high, tiptoes, elbows on the cushions, they knew where they were supposed to be. Cindy reached over her left hand to Teri’s right hand for support and comfort. It had helped a lot when they’d both been whipped before.

Daddy came around to the front of the couch and took out four long, thin things from the bag. He picked one up and showed it to them. “I got a deal on three vintage leather crops. This one has the standard flap at the end.” He swished in the air to CRACK onto his palm.

The girls both jumped, and their eyes widened in surprise. Crop? Crops?

“These two have more narrow strips for prettier marks, I’m thinking. We’ll find out.” He showed the next two, and they looked positively evil. Daddy put them on the cushions of the couch between the two girls, where they could look closely at them.

“This is…” he pulled out one last thing, then the bag got smaller, “… is a bamboo cane.”

“Cane?” Cindy whispered. “I’ve never been caned before.”

“Me, either,” Teri murmured.

“I noticed you two seemed to like the caning photos on Fet.” He eyed them.

They shared a look and both blushed. It was true, and they knew Daddy kept a close eye on what they liked there for just such a reason. “Aren’t the lines pretty?” He asked.

They both nodded slowly.

“Would you like to have the same kind of lines?” He stared hard at them.

Teri felt Cindy squeeze her hand.

“Yes, Daddy,” Cindy told him.

“Yes, please, Daddy,” Teri answered and squirmed. “How many?”

“We’ll see.” He shrugged.

Teri pouted. She liked it so much better when Daddy gave her a number, but they’d broken a rule, so this was punishment, and they didn’t get to know a number for this.

“Um…which will happen first, Daddy?” Teri asked.

He eyed them and then the toys. “I’m thinking the crops first to tenderize your naughty bottoms first, then finish with caning.”

“Finish?” Cindy asked, and her tone was blatantly obvious. She was asking if he’d use them after their punishments.

“Now, Cindy, does Daddy ever let a sore bottom go to waste?” He laughed.

Cindy giggled. “No, he doesn’t…because he’s a good Daddy.” Her voice trembled on those last few words.

Teri sighed. “Good Daddy. Daddy, please, not the little hole?” She begged.

He frowned. “Who gets to choose?”

She whimpered. ‘Daddy does.”

“Who always ends up telling me how much she liked it afterwards?” He asked.

She squirmed but had to answer. “I do, Daddy.”

“Didn’t I ask you which one you liked best? What did you tell me?” His voice became firm, and he wouldn’t let her get out of it.

“Daaaadddy…please…don’t make me.” She begged and sniffled.

“Answer me and use big girl words.” He commanded.

“You did ask…I said…my ass, Daddy.” She bowed her head.

“That’s right.” He told her. “Now, when it’s your turn, I’m going to make you beg for it with big girl, slutty words. Over and over and over…to teach you a lesson.”

She moaned at the thought of having to be so open, so vulnerable, so much like a harlot…a whore! There was no way out of it now. “Yes, Daddy.” She sighed. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“Hmm…trying to butter me up?” He teased.

“Maybe…” She shrugged. “Maybe not?”

David, Daddy, walked around behind the couch and admired the view. Teri and Cindy both had amazing asses, and he made them work on keeping them. He, too, did his part in keeping fit. He had to keep up with two young women! It was well worth the effort. “Arch.” He commanded.

It was gratifying and damned sexy to see his girls immediately arch their hips up and stretch further onto their tiptoes. “Good girls.” He praised them and saw the slight tremors of their bodies. It was time to begin.

Teri knew Cindy would go first. She always went first. Daddy had explained it was because she wanted more, and he also knew it made the anticipation stronger for Teri. It was true, but…she also liked hearing her Big Sister get a good whipping, paddling, or whatever. Teri would close her eyes and pretend she was doing it to her. It almost distracted her from the flinching and clenching at the sounds that would soon be her! Almost.

Cindy grasped Teri’s hand and the edge of a cushion for something tactile to hold on to tightly. The air whistled, and the crop came down on her right cheek. She squealed, but before it was halfway out, he’d struck the left and so it went!

David liked the longer length of the older crop. It delivered more blow and sting. Cindy was dancing on her toes to stay in position. He grinned and whipped her more.

Cindy appreciated how Daddy would pause to let her catch her breath before she hyperventilated. “Breath.” He would command her. “Breath.” He’d repeat, and she’d try very hard to obey. “Ready?” He’d ask and she would nod. Words weren’t working too well at these times.

Cindy was softly sobbing when Daddy announced her turn was done.

Teri closed her eyes tightly, but nothing prepared her for the scorching heat of the first smack! She screamed and cried out again and again as he whipped her. Thoughts left her mind as there was only the bite of the crop and the racing of her heart!

“Breath.” She dimly heard him command her.

“Y-y-y-yes, Daddy.” She gasped. “It hurts so much!”

“I know, Babygirl. You’re going to take it like the good girl you are, aren’t you?” He tapped it on her bottom.

She whimpered. “Yes, Daddy, for you…I will.” She closed her eyes again, and he finished her turn.

David stood back and enjoyed the fine sheen of sweat on the girls’ skin as he’d worked them over well. Four bright red patches of throbbing bottom cheeks faced him.

He laughed. “That was one crop. Two more to go…then the cane.” He told them and breathed in the glorious sound of two sets of whimpers from his girls. “What do you say?” He warned.

“Th-th-thank you, Daddy. May we have more?” They begged in trained unison.

“Of course, you may.” He answered and walked around to get the next crop.