Bun in the oven
Daddy’s grrl © 2006

Part I

It was about a month before our first anniversary.

I could still scarcely believe that we had gone from casually chatting online to being man and wife, but he was now my loving husband and my cruel and creative Dom, and I was his devoted wife and obedient sub slave – I couldn’t be happier.

We had just moved into a new condo in downtown Chicago and it was the epitome of posh: hardwood floors, built in track lighting and a recessed living room were among my favorite features along with the huge chef’s kitchen complete with 2 entrances, one from the living room and one from the hallway leading to the bedrooms. I loved the place and Daddy let me have the lead with the decorations, which I kept tasteful and minimalist much to his pleasure.

My stomach was twirling and I felt light-headed. It was too late for morning sickness so I gathered it was just nerves. Daddy and I were having our parents over tonight to announce our big news: I was pregnant with our first child. We decided to wait 3 months before telling anyone, which was an incredible feat considering how close I am with my mom and sister. I had gained a few pounds but I wasn’t showing yet and no one seemed the wiser.

I hadn’t seen my parents in months and neither of our parents had seen our new place, so that added to the excitement of the evening and I could barely contain myself as I prepared dinner. My mouth began to water like a Pavlov’s trained dog when I heard HIS key in the door. I hadn’t seen him since the morning before – he had to spend the night away on business. I tossed the dishrag aside and ran to the door, grabbing his slippers on the way.

“Daddy!” I exclaimed, tossing the slippers down and throwing my arms in the air a like a thrilled little girl, hungry for one of his great hugs.

“Hi baby,” he replied spryly as he put his bag down to embrace me with both arms. He let me go, rubbed my belly gently and continued, “And how are you two doing?”

“We’re fine,” I cooed, blushing.

“You know, I think you’re more beautiful than you were when I left yesterday,” he said gazing at me. I could see the love in his eyes.

“Oh stop it,” I replied, looking down shyly. “You didn’t forget that our parents are coming tonight, did you?”

A stern look took over his features.

“Does Daddy ever forget anything, slut?” he asked sharply.

“No… no you don’t Daddy.”

I swallowed hard, embarrassed at asking him the question. It was true – in the almost 3 years we had spent together he had never forgotten anything I told him. Ever. My anal retentive Virgo nature always made me wonder if he remembered things, but he had never disappointed me. I quickly tried to change the subject as I slipped his coat from his shoulders and hung it up.

“I have your slippers right here Daddy. Do you want me to rub your feet?”

“No. I have something for you, but now you’ll wait for it. Go back to what you were doing; I’m going to take a shower,” he said gruffly leaving a trail of his clothes on the way to the bathroom.

My face dropped and I felt sad. I had upset him as soon as he walked through the door and I was disappointed in myself. I followed him, picking his clothes up off the floor and smelling each item before I deposited it in the hamper. I lingered a bit over his shirt, taking deep whiffs of his Dolce & Gabbana cologne mixed with his unique musk. I heard the shower come on and I wanted desperately to bathe him, to feel his skin beneath my fingers and maybe have a quickie before our guests arrived, but I knew better than to enter the bathroom uninvited so I returned to the kitchen.

Most of the dinner was prepared: Cornish hens, parsley potatoes, sautéed rapini and fresh rolls. The only thing left to cook were the rolls, which of course had to be piping hot and would wait until I was just about to serve the meal. I broke open a pomegranate and ate a few of the juicy seeds, and then I placed a few of the seeds in each of six large pink martini glasses that I had set up on the island in the middle of the kitchen. The glasses were a wedding gift from my best friend and I loved them just like she knew I would. I had been saving them for a special occasion and this was just it.

I took down the glass shaker and filled it with the ingredients for my famous pomegranate martinis. I opened the freezer to put the shaker in and when I closed it, Daddy was standing right behind the door. I was so startled I let out a gasp.

“What’s the matter? Doing something you aren’t supposed to?” He mused.

“No, Daddy, you just startled me.”

“Hmm… well you know you can’t drink any of that, right?” he said as he glanced at the martini ingredients on the counter.

Shit. I had forgotten about my condition. I tried to play it off but he caught my look.

“Yes I know,” I said softly.

“Don’t lie, you forgot. And you have the nerve to question me?” he scoffed.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I cooed as I approached him. I looked down and placed my head on his shoulder in submission.

“You know you’re gonna get it, right slut? And you know I don’t care who’s here,” he threatened.

I nodded coyly, nervous but secretly excited at the idea of being punished with our parents in the house – not that I thought he would actually follow through with the threat. He kissed my cheek and then turned my face and kissed my lips sliding his long, skilled tongue between them. The kiss turned deep and passionate, I closed my eyes and sank into it as our tongues danced around each other. He squeezed me tight and began to suck in my lips and tongue, he then slid the strap of my camisole down and took one of my large, succulent breasts into his hand and slurped the erect nipple into his mouth. My pulse quickened and my pussy ached for him, and just as he shifted his attention to the other breast the housephone rang.

I tried to regain my composure before I answered.

“Hello?” I asked sweetly, knowing it would be the doorman. He was a nice guy.

“Hi there Mrs. _____, it’s Steve downstairs you have some guests coming up?”

“Yes, Steve, thanks a lot send them up.”

Part II

I was trying not to pout, but I was really into that kiss – damn them for being prompt!

“They’re here,” I shouted back into the kitchen from the foyer where the housephone was.

“Ok, pumpkin – you go get dressed I’ll let them in,” he replied. “And I’m not done with your bad ass!”

I chuckled to myself as I walked into the bedroom – God I love that man.

Another of my favorite features of the condo was the closets; the master bedroom had a wonderfully spacious walk-in closet that I absolutely adored. I had already mentally selected my outfit for the evening: a flouncy, knee-length black skirt, a soft, lightweight carnation pink v-neck sweater and black thigh-high stockings – no panties. The stockings weren’t really necessary, but Daddy has a hosiery fetish so I wear them as much as possible.

I heard my mother’s laughter as I slipped on my pink ballet flats and knew that Daddy was charming her as usual. I had missed her and my dad a lot and I almost skipped out of the bedroom to greet them.

“Mom! Dad!” I cried as I descended the 2 steps into the living room hugged one then the other. “You 2 look fabulous.”

“Ohhhhhh! Hiiiiiii!” my mother replied, hugging me again after I hugged my father. “You look wonderful too! Look at you, you're glowing. And this place is absolutely gorgeous! The publishers must have been very good to you.”

I smiled.

“Yes, yes they were. Oh, and I forgot to tell you,” I said as I turned to Daddy, “they called today to tell me that my book is the top-selling non-fiction title they’ve had in a long time. They offered to increase my percentage.”

“Wow, congratulations, pumpkin!” he replied and my parents gave us that cheesy aren’t-they-cute smile at his use of my pet name. Well, the one that was fit for their ears, anyway.

The housephone rang again as my parents congratulated me and we continued to chat while Daddy went to answer it. A few minutes later, his parents entered the condo and we all hugged in greeting. We see his parents more often since they live closer, but we hadn’t seen them recently and I could tell how happy they were to see us and my parents. Our parents got along very well, though it was always somewhat funny to me to see them together because my parents are so much taller than his – especially my mom towering over his.

I excused myself to the kitchen to get the drinks – the real deal for Daddy and his parents, virgin for me and mine. My parents are preachers and haven’t drunk alcohol in years and, though I would have loved the real deal, I couldn’t partake. I still had to remind myself that I was pregnant – even 3 months later I still wasn’t fully used to the idea. 6 months from now, I would be someone’s mommy. The thought was so overwhelming.

I shook off the daydream and arranged the drinks on a tray which I then carried into the living room. Those stints waitressing in my undergrad days still paid off sometimes. A lump formed in my throat as I handed out the drinks: we had decided to break the news before the drinks and dinner and make the evening into a celebration. The moment of truth had arrived - I deferred to Daddy to tell them.

“Before you sip your drinks,” he began, commanding the room’s attention with his rich baritone, “We have a little announcement to make.” He paused and looked at me with adoring eyes and I couldn’t help but blush. He made me feel like a little girl.

“Well, c’mon then what is it son?” His father inquired in a lighthearted manner.

He’s such a jokester. I remember the first time I spoke to him, he answered Daddy’s cell phone just to mess with him - funny thing is, he had never done so before and the one time he did, it was me. They sound very similar, and when he said “hello” I, of course, responded with “Hiiiii Daddy” in my usual sexy submissive tone. He said “hello” again, as though confused and I knew it wasn’t Daddy on the phone. Then he chuckled and said “Daaammmnnn! Oh it's like that? Umm, no this is big daddy, hold on a sec,” and handed the phone over. I was mortified but I asked Daddy to give his dad back the phone and he and I had a nice little chat. I was endeared to him ever since.

“Moms, dads,” Daddy continued, “We’re pregnant.”

Our moms both squealed, put their drinks on the mirrored coffee table and immediately came to embrace me.

“I knew something was different about you!” my mom said.

“Yeah you know, I thought so too,” agreed my mother-in-law. “How far along are you sweetie?”

“3 months,” I replied sheepishly.

“3 months!” my mother exclaimed. “You were able to keep this from me for 3 months! You could never keep anything from Mommy.”

I laughed because she was right.

“I know, but we decided to wait to tell anyone just in case, and when you said you were coming to visit we thought it would be perfect.”

The women fussed over me and the men slapped backs and laughed loud as they chatted and began with the fatherhood advice. We toasted and sipped our drinks and then I excused myself to the kitchen again to get dinner together and put the rolls in the oven. As I stood before the kitchen island placing the rolls on the baking sheet Daddy entered from the hallway door.

“Don’t turn around, slut” he commanded as he walked up behind me.

“But Daddy I – ”

“Shut your mouth,” he hissed as, in what seemed like one smooth motion, his right hand found its way under my blouse and his left hand seized a handful of my golden locs. His right hand tweaked my nipple hard through my bra; my nipples were sensitive and it hurt badly. Tears welled up in my eyes and I bit down on my bottom lip to prevent any sound from escaping my mouth. “You didn’t believe I’d punish you with our parents here, did you, whore?”

I stayed still and said nothing.

“Answer me, bitch.”

“N-n-no Daddy I didn’t,” I confessed, stammering.

“Well that’s good so this is a real surprise. I like to surprise dirty little girls like you. Spread your legs a bit.”

I obeyed and my heart began to race anticipating what he would do next. I heard my mother’s laughter again and remembered that she and my dad were in the other room; I began to feel even more dirty and ashamed of whatever was about to happen. Daddy released my nipple and hair, commanding me not to move. I heard him open the drawer next to where we were standing and I wondered anxiously what was in there for him to use on me.

He fiddled with something for a moment and then he lifted my skirt. I inhaled sharply and my body tensed as I felt him apply a glob of cold lubricant to my unsuspecting asshole.

“Relax,” he whispered in my ear and I immediately released my muscles. I let out a small gasp as he slid his index finger into my ass, and then I began to moan softly as he worked it in and out a few times.

“Yesssss, you’re Daddy’s dirty bitch aren’t you?” He cooed as he continued to finger-fuck my puckered asshole. My nipples and clit stiffened and I could feel moisture building between my thighs. “Mmm you know Daddy loves your slutty ass, every inch of your whorish body. But yes, you will be punished for questioning and doubting your Daddy.”

I let out a small sound and he used his free hand to yank my hair sharply.

“Your protests won’t save you, whore,” he said as he released my hair and used the same hand to spread my butt cheeks. I tensed up again as I felt him begin to slide what felt to be small, gelatinous beads into my ass. We had never used these before – I didn’t even know he had any, Daddy is full of surprises.

There were 8 in all - each one was slightly bigger than the last. I felt full and I tried to maintain my position and composure as he slid the last one, which was about the circumference of a large walnut, in. He instructed me to bend over and then grabbed a paper towel and used it to wipe the excess lubricant from my ass. He then tucked the string carefully between my cheeks, lowered my skirt and went to the sink to wash his hands.

I was slightly dumbfounded. I didn’t know what to think – was I to wear these beads for the rest of the night? He dried his hands, approached me and commanded me to turn to face him. Then he spoke as if reading my mind:

“Now, you’ll keep those beads in that dirty little asshole until I take them out, do you understand me?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered.

“I’m sure you’ll feel like quite the slut having dinner with our parents and discussing our child with those inside you, now won’t you?”

I nodded shyly and he released a diabolical chuckle.

“Mmm hmm. I should have put them in before we made the announcement and I should have made you tell them. No,” he stopped and thought for a moment, “maybe I’ll make you tell them what a whore you are and all the nasty things you like Daddy to do to you.”

I frowned and felt tears about to well up again but I held them back. Seeing this, he stepped closer, took my face in his hands, kissed me gently on the lips and locked his eyes with mine.

“You take your punishments like a good girl and you know Daddy will reward you later.”

“Ok,” I squeaked, still trying to fight back tears. Wait - did he say punishments?

“Now, splash some cold water on your face and finish getting dinner together. Our parents are waiting,” he said as he kissed me again and released my face from his grasp. He took a look at himself in the small mirror hanging on the refrigerator and then disappeared back out the kitchen’s side door.

I took a deep breath – I felt like I hadn’t breathed since he approached me and I was a little light-headed. As I took a step towards the sink, I became sharply aware of the foreign objects lodged within me. I heard everyone laughing in the next room and couldn't help but feel like perhaps they were laughing at me - a nasty little slut fixing dinner with beads up her ass. I let out a heavy sigh.

This was going to be a long evening.

Part III

I was almost afraid to leave the kitchen.

As silly as it was, I felt like somehow everyone would now how my asshole was being violated by the anal beads as soon as I walked through the kitchen door. I wiped my face with a cold, wet paper towel, fixed my hair in the mirror on the refrigerator and placed the rolls into the preheated oven.

I jumped when my mom popped her head through the kitchen door.

“Is everything okaaaaaaay?” she asked in her sweet, sing-songy alto.

“Oh yeah ma, just popping the rolls in the oven.”

She stepped into the kitchen and came towards me. My mind raced and I quickly glanced around to make sure there was no evidence as to what just happened laying around – but I knew Daddy better than that. She came close and embraced me tightly, rubbing my back, comforting me as only she could.

“Are you ok, baby?” she asked. “I know you, and I know you’re scared and paranoid about all the complications that could possibly occur, but I also know that you are one of the most loving people I’ve ever known and you’ll be a wonderful, wonderful mother. Shoot, I’m proud to be the one that made you!”

I allowed the tears that had been fighting break forth from my eyes and I melted into my mother’s arms. She was right about my fear, and she had deeply flattered me with her faith in my abilities as a mom. She kissed my forehead and squeezed me once more before releasing me from her grasp, and then she held me by the shoulders and looked into my eyes.

“You know everything is gonna be just fine. Mommy’s always here,” she said with a smile. “Now, dry that pretty face and let’s get this dinner going cuz mama is starrrrving!”

I chuckled – mom could always make me laugh like no one else. She picked up the stack of plates and rolled silverware I had waiting on the cabinet and took them out to the dining room. I composed myself, yet again, trying to contain all the varying emotions that were swirling within me. I began spooning the food from the pots into glass serving dishes after making sure it was hot enough; the rolls had about 7 more minutes to bake, so I placed tops on the serving dishes and went out the hallway door and into the master bedroom to use the bathroom.

I sat down on the toilet and didn’t bother to close the door since I was in my private bathroom. I closed my eyes and relaxed for a moment. As I sat, the urge to try to expel the anal intrusions was great, but I resisted, and just as I began to relieve myself Daddy appeared in the doorway. I felt his presence before I opened my eyes and, by the time I did open them, I was face to face with his thick, semi-erect dick.

He looked down at my legs. I immediately spread them and peed into the toilet between them – the stream came so close to my throbbing pussy that I actually felt the heat. A few drops hit my thighs as he shook it off, and he took hold of my hair with his free hand and put it to my lips. I involuntarily pulled my lips in attempting to avoid the drop of urine that still lingered on the tip.

“Open your mouth, slut,” he said, slowly and deliberately pausing for a moment after each word.

I frowned and hesitated and he gave my hair a sharp pull. He released his dick for a moment and used that hand to pinch my inner thigh until it turned red – I squealed and tears welled up in my eyes once again.

“You are so lucky our parents are here or I would slap the shit out of you right now bitch. I said open your fucking mouth,” he hissed in a low tone as he collected his hanging organ and put it back to my lips.

Two large tears rolled down my cheeks as I opened my mouth and sucked his manhood in. It immediately responded, becoming hard and swollen against my tongue.

“Mmm,” he moaned as he stroked my mouth slow and deep. He wiped the tears from my cheek with his index finger and flicked them back in my face. “Do you think I care about your tears, whore? That just makes me wanna fuck your throat harder and deeper. C’mon slut - suck this dick!”

He increased the speed and pressure of his strokes, the head of his cock touching the back of my throat, gagging me intermittently as he fucked my mouth. The strokes became so vigorous that my eyes watered and I held onto the sides of the toilet, bracing myself against his rough torrent of deviant affection. He threw his head back and tightened his grip on my locs, saliva dripped from my mouth and my cheeks caved in as I sucked and tried to keep up with his pace. He continued to taunt me with his words:

“Oh yes, suck Daddy’s dick you dirty little slut!”

“Mmm, oh yes! Choke on it whore!”

“Hurry up before the fucking rolls burn, cunt!”

“That whorish mouth feels so damn good! You’re a nasty dick-sucking bitch aren’t you?”

He snatched his erection from my mouth at that last question, and I managed a squeaky “Yes, Daddy” before he slammed it back in and went into the home stretch. I could see that he was close to cumming and my pussy clenched tight, desperately wishing to be defiled with the same passion and tenacity. She would have to wait.

“Get ready for your appetizer,” he whispered and let out a guttural grunt as his hot, salty, delicious cum exploded into my mouth. He purposely pulled back a little as he came to make sure it hit my tongue and not my throat – Daddy always wanted me to taste his cum, he wouldn’t let me off so easily as to cum straight down my gullet.

I slurped and swallowed, slurped and swallowed, careful not to let a single drop of my viscous hors d'oeuvre escape my lips. He shuddered and swayed and placed his hand on the wall to steady himself. He stood there for a few moments with his eyes closed and then leaned down and deposited a gentle kiss on my lips before stepping over to the sink to wash his face, hands and dick. He re-holstered his weapon, re-tucked his shirt and straightened himself out in the mirror.

He petted my head gently, and used a cold washcloth to wipe the remaining tears from my face – they had flowed continuously the whole time. He rubbed my hair and lifted my chin so that I was looking him in the eye.

“Are you ok, pumpkin?” he asked with genuine concern, as always. His eyes searched mine for signs of distress.

“Yes, Daddy, I’m ok,” I replied softly, shyly smiling at him.

“You’re being such a good girl and taking your punishments so well. Daddy will definitely have to do something special for you later – as long as you continue to behave.”

I nodded slowly. Daddy’s punishments could be severe, but his rewards were well worth the pain and humiliation.

The oven timer sounded.

“You go ahead and clean yourself up, pumpkin, I’ll get the rolls out,” he cooed, “You know I love you more than anything, right?”

“Yes, Daddy, I know. I love you too,” I replied.

“And are those beads still in that pretty asshole as Daddy instructed?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” he replied and rubbed my hair once more as he exited the room.

I got to my feet and found that I was a tad woozy. I steadied myself on the wall, and took a few deep breaths before commencing to wash the dried droplets of Daddy’s golden water from my thighs. I fixed my hair in the mirror and reapplied my lipgloss and then went to rejoin the group.

“Oh there you are sweetheart!” my mother-in-law said as I entered the room, “I hope my son isn’t working you too hard.”

Daddy and I glanced at each other and grinned knowingly.

“Oh no, not at all it’s my pleasure,” I replied. And pain, I thought to myself.

Part IV

We all moved into the dining room and my father said grace as we primed to eat the meal I had prepared.

My sub nature led me to try and please everyone with my food selections: Cornish hens were my mom’s favorite, my mother-in-law loves rapini and garlic, Daddy adores my yeast rolls and my father-in-law is a big fan of parsley potatoes – I even made a small pot of jasmine rice just for my father, who prefers rice to potatoes.

Everyone loved the meal, and I could tell that they each knew which part of it was just for them. We chatted and laughed with excitement, largely about the new life that I was to bring forth into the world and about all that was in store for “the newlyweds,” as they called us.

At one point in the conversation, of course, the sex of the baby came up.

“So, do you two know what we’re having?” asked my mother-in-law with a smile.

“No mom, we’ve decided to let it be a surprise,” Daddy replied.

I nodded and smiled. I was secretly hoping for our first to be a little girl.

Some chatter arose around the surprise factor and how hard it will be to wait to find out. I was happy with how pleased and excited everyone was and I was feeling rather excited myself.

But that wasn’t the only reason I was squirming in my chair.

The anal beads that Daddy had inserted in me one by one almost 2 hours ago were still imposing on my tight asshole and, though I managed to get comfortable for a few minutes at a time, I had to keep shifting positions in the hard chair. I tried to do so as gingerly as possible. My mother is very perceptive and I’d have been mortified if she had noticed my movements and asked me what was wrong. I had, of course already concocted a few excuses – just in case.

After dinner, my 2 moms and I cleared the table while the men sat in the living room chatting. Getting up was such a relief! When we had finished cleaning up, we joined the men on the soft couches and I poured each of us – except myself – an after dinner schnapps. It was a rich, delicious hazelnut schnapps that had been made by my friend’s father in Austria. I tasted it while I was working there and it was so delectable that I had them send me bottles regularly so I always had some on hand. Even my parents allowed themselves a small taste after dinner whenever they came to visit me.

I watched them all enjoy it. Its thick, nutty, sweet goodness beckoned me but of course I sucked it up and made myself another virgin “pom” martini. Daddy knows how much I love the schnapps and, at one moment while our parents were talking to each other and we weren’t being watched, he handed me his tiny glass. I looked at him confused for a moment until he dipped his middle finger into it and rubbed a little of the syrupy liquid on my tongue, just to give me a taste. It was luscious and I trapped a moan in my throat as I rolled my tongue around my mouth savoring it for a few moments. I chuckled lightly when I realized that I had to hold the glass because Daddy’s other arm was wrapped around me – his hand tucked beneath my buxom ass, squeezing every so often – and he didn’t want to dislodge it from its cozy spot. He’s so darling.

We continued to laugh and talk for a while and then our parents got ready to leave. My mother, mother-in-law and I were to have a spa day and lunch the next day so we worked out those logistics while the men bid each other farewell. I hugged and kissed my parents and Daddy’s as they proceeded out the door. The love between all of us could be felt and it made me feel very safe and secure. Daddy and I very much enjoyed having our family and friends around and, whenever we had company, I felt a tad empty for a few minutes when everyone left.

I didn’t get to feel that way for long this time.

I stood by the door swooning until I heard the elevator take off – when I turned around I was greeted with a hard slap in the face.

“That’s the slap you should’ve gotten earlier. On your knees, bitch,” Daddy commanded as he grabbed my hair and yanked it downward toward the floor.

I gasped and immediately went to my knees – my hands clasped behind my back, my head down as Daddy had trained me. My head was still spinning from my emotions and the slap, and I stole a bewildered glance up at him before quickly returning my eyes to the floor. He caught my look and noticed the tears welled up in my eyes. He stroked my cheek delicately as he spoke:

“Aww poor little slut,” he teased, “Did that hurt? You know Daddy only hurts you because you look so pretty with those tears in your eyes.”

He took hold of my locs again with his left and pulled my head back so that I was looking up at him. I blinked and one of the tears escaped down my cheek. He quickly bent down and caught it with his tongue, following the trail up my cheek with one long, ticklish lick. Still holding my hair, he slapped me again with his free hand. More tears welled up and he seemed pleased with my shocked expression.

“You’re so very pretty, cunt. Mmm, look at this smooth caramel skin, those big whorish breasts, that juicy round ass and those plump lips. So beautiful. Too bad there’s such a nasty slut housed in this gorgeous shroud,” he said as he released my hair and shoved my head away from him. He walked around me in circles, looking at me from every angle. He stroked my cheek again and then reached down and unfastened the silver Tiffany’s necklace that was around my neck.

That necklace serves as my collar during my “vanilla” life – any time that I can’t actually wear my collar. It symbolizes my commitment to Daddy as his sub in the same way that my wedding ring represents my commitment to him as his wife. Only he is allowed to remove it from my neck, and if I am ever caught without it on – that’s my ass for sure.

Being the brat that I am, I took it off once just to see what Daddy would do… let’s just say that the discomfort I felt sitting down tonight was nothing compared to when he beat my ass for that. My ass was red, black and blue for a few days! But of course, I did get some good dick from him that week because every time he saw my ass he remembered what he did to me and it turned him on like nothing else.

I had a feeling I was in for a good spanking tonight and I was simultaneously nervous and excited.

Daddy set the silver necklace aside and fastened my “training” collar around my neck. It’s got 3 metal rings that Daddy can attach a leash to if he chooses, but he seems to prefer using his hands to drag me around by the rings. He pulled my sweater up over my head and tossed it aside, and then he pulled my skirt down and around my knees and off my body. He unfastened my bra, my pendulous breasts rocked as he pulled it away. They seemed glad to be free.

He fastened leather wrist cuffs on me and buckled them together so that my arms were bound behind my back. When he was satisfied with his work he stepped back and looked at me – naked except for my thigh-highs and leather shackles.

“Look at those tits. Nipples all hard and shit,” Daddy teased as he reached down and tweaked one of my erect nipples. “Is my pussy wet slut?” he asked rhetorically as he reached down and felt between my legs and then showed me his fingers.

It was, indeed, very wet.

“Yes, Daddy,” I answered, looking at his glistening fingers. He slid his index finger into my mouth and I slowly sucked my juices from it. He licked his own middle finger and flashed me a devilish grin.

“Mmm tastes like a dirty whore, my favorite,” he mocked. He laughed when I frowned and poked out my bottom lip. “Better poke that lip in before I slap it in,” he warned. I adjusted my mouth.

“That’s better, slut. Since you seem to need something to do with your mouth,” he said as he whipped his smooth, hard brown dick from his slacks, “Suck on this.”

He pressed the head of his organ against my plump, moist lips. I gave a little resistance for posterity and then allowed his erection to penetrate my mouth and slide deep inside against my tongue. He didn’t move his hips; instead he grasped my hair again and forced my head up and down on it for a few strokes before releasing me.

“Suck this dick whore,” he said harshly, “You know how Daddy likes it, stop fucking around before I beat you.”

I began to suck vigorously, bobbing my head up and down and allowing the gooey saliva to drip from the corners of my mouth as I pleasured him. I love sucking Daddy’s dick and I could feel my greedy little pussy getting tight and hungry as I took him in and out of my warm, wet, mouth. My asshole clenched around the beads still lodged there and I felt a drop of wetness running down my inner thigh. I moaned softly and my legs trembled slightly as I tried to maintain my balance with my hands bound behind my back.

“Mmm, yeah you nasty bitch, suck it. That slutty mouth feels so fuckin’ good. You love your Daddy?”

I nodded, still slurping.

He reached down and removed his engorged cock from my mouth.

“Tell me you love me whore.”

“I love you, Daddy,” I said, as sweetly as I could muster.

“You better, slut,” he said as he rammed his dick back past my lips and straight down my throat. I coughed and gagged trying to pull away but he held my head and pressed his dick in further. My throat constricted and I tried not to gag, but I the intrusion was too great and I couldn’t help myself.

“You'd do best to learn to control that gag reflex, cunt,” he said as he pressed the head of his stiff cock into the back of my throat again. He gave an evil laugh and snatched his dick from my mouth as I coughed and gasped for breath.

He slapped his dick on my lips and face a few times and then bent down and tweaked my nipples. He pulled at my swollen pussy lips, taunting and teasing them. He swirled his fingers around the tight little hole and then licked the wetness from them.

“Get your ass in the bedroom,” he instructed as he grabbed hold of the front middle ring of the collar, dragging me along crawling beside him. I crawled as fast as I could to keep up, and I could feel a slight burn on my knees as I scurried across the floor unable to use my hands.

When I got into the bedroom he gave my ass a hard slap and ordered me up onto the bed. I obeyed and knelt on the bed awaiting my next command. Daddy retrieved a small leather paddle from his toy drawer and I winced inside. I hated that paddle – it stung so badly, but I knew that’s what Daddy wanted right now. He removed his pants, sat on the bed and ordered me to lie across his lap.

I quickly stretched out across his legs and before I could even settle into position he commenced to give me 15 hard, sharp whacks with that dreaded paddle. I squealed and squirmed with each blow – it hurt so much! He took hold of the front ring of the collar with his free hand and pulled my head down, which propped my ass up a tad more. He then commenced to inundate my ass with more painful blows, scolding me all the while:

“Be still, bitch!”

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

“You’re just gonna make me beat you more if you don’t stop.”

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

“Shut up all that fuckin’ noise before I gag you!”

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

“Ooh, look how red that whorish ass is getting, slut,” he said with a chuckle, continuing to hold my head down and beat my ass. I knew it must be red – it felt like it was on fire and the intrusion of the beads was not helping. I bucked and cried, frantically trying to escape the paddle but Daddy was too strong.

“If you make me hit myself, you are gonna be a very unhappy little girl,” he said softly.

“Please Daddy, please stop! It hurts so much!” I pleaded.

“I know it hurts, baby,” he began as he ran the paddle softly over my ass, “but remember, childbirth is going to hurt much, much more. Daddy is training you and punishing you at the same time.”

His voice had relaxed me so much that he caught me way off guard.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

I jerked wildly.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

“Besides,” he continued, commencing with the soft rub again, “you won’t be able to lay over my knee much longer, your belly’s going to start getting big. So just take a few more licks... for me.”

I squeezed my eyes shut tight and forced myself to nod slowly; I saw him smile out the corner of my eye. He enjoyed pushing my limits and I enjoyed letting him although I was in genuine turmoil.

He delivered 10 more blows, 5 to each cheek. By the time he finished I was sobbing; he stretched me out on the bed, unbound my hands and stretched them over my head, placing my head on the pillow. I continued to cry softly for a few minutes and he sat next to me, rubbing my ass delicately and speaking to me in a low tone.

“Are you ok, pumpkin?” he asked, stroking my face gently.

“Yes, Daddy,” I replied, still sniffling.

“Are you sure? I didn’t hurt you too much did I?” he inquired as he bent and began tenderly kissing my exposed cheek and caressing my back.

“No, Daddy. I’m fine,” I said somnolently from somewhere in subspace – the endorphins had taken over.

“You are such a good girl,” he said lovingly, still stroking and kissing me, “You make me so proud. I can’t wait to coach you through the birth of our child.”

I warmed inside.

He walked away for a moment and returned with a bottle that I knew to be a special oil made by one of his Dom brothers. It was good for freshly spanked asses and I loved the part of my spankings when Daddy rubbed it on me. I was a little anxious today because I got a harder spanking than I ever got before. I knew my ass was welted and I was afraid it would burn but I felt so good inside, I couldn’t worry much.

Daddy poured some of the oil from the bottle, rubbed it in his hands to warm it a bit and began applying the oil to my raw buttocks. It did sting a tad, but not as much as I thought. His fingers brought pain with every stroke, but I still enjoyed the rub down.

I felt a soft tap on the back of my thigh which I knew meant for me to get up on my knees and I quickly complied, keeping my head on the pillow and poking my ass way up into the air. Daddy removed his shirt and laid down on his back between my legs, as soon as his soft, thick lips were aligned with my starving pussy, he commenced to lick it voraciously.

His long tongue darted into each fold and he explored the tight opening, pushing against it as if testing the resistance. He grunted audibly and seemed to be enjoying himself immensely as he sucked my large clit the way he knew I loved it. He was obviously trying to make me cum and it was done in short order. Waves of delight rolled through me and my ass clenched tight around its spherical prisoners as I shuddered with orgasm. I hadn’t realized how loudly I was moaning until the sound of my own voice penetrated my haze of pleasure.

“You want some of this dick, slut?” Daddy asked panting.

Did I ever! My pussy was taut, wet and ready to be impaled. I twirled my hips in the air, wordlessly inviting him to enter me. He continued to lap at my pussy for a moment. He then got up and repositioned himself behind me; I could feel his hard, hot organ against my sore ass cheek.

“Well, slut?” He said, yanking my hair with one hand and probing at my hot little cunt with the other.

“Yes, you know I do Daddy.”

“How much?” he asked as he lined up the stone stiff head with my dripping honey hole.

I wound my hips and bucked backwards. I wanted him so badly!

“Very much! Please Daddy.”

“Beg me bitch,” he said as he used the head of his dick to tease my swollen clit and eager pussy. My pussy clenched involuntarily as if it were trying to reach out and grab the dick. Now I was in 3 kinds of discomfort: sore ass, stuffed asshole, aching pussy. One of them needed relief!

“Oh Daddy please!” I implored him.

“I need your dick in me, please! I’ve wanted you all day," I whined.

“Daddy, please fuck me now. Please!” I begged.

When he was satisfied with my pitiful little display, he plunged his manhood into my tiny, dribbling pussy. I immediately began to convulse – I was cumming already. My body had built up so much tension between the teasing and beating that it had to be released as soon as he entered me.

Daddy’s strokes were long, deep and moderately paced. I came over and over again and felt my juices trickling down my thighs; I was breathless, panting and gasping. I rocked my hips back and forth trying to meet him on the downswing and he hit the spot each and every time.

Then, he grabbed hold of the string attached to the beads.

He slipped the fingers of his free hand into the back of my collar and pulled on it, slightly constricting my ability to breathe. My eyes rolled back and my mouth dropped open, dripping saliva on the bed. Just as everything got hazy, he slowly began to pull the beads from my ass.

Pop!

The first one came out, I felt a little less full.

Pop! Pop!

Out came the next two, my asshole went into tiny spasms.

Pop!

Halfway through, I could feel a powerful orgasm building inside me.

Pop! Pop!

Daddy felt my pussy clenching and getting ready to climax. He worked his cock in and out of me faster, still compressing my throat with the collar, controlling my very breath. He tugged the string again.

Pop!

I was on the edge of extreme erotic enchantment.

Pop!

I exploded.

“Oh yesssss bitch, cum for Daddy!” he howled, dropping the beads on the floor and slapping my painfully tender ass.

He pulled the collar a little harder.

“Mmm yeah, cum on Daddy’s dick slut!”

I bucked and shivered – tears welled in my eyes – I wailed “Yes, Daddy!” more times than I could count – I huffed and puffed, barely able to catch a lungful of air. My pussy gushed and clamped around his dick even tighter; he let out a baritone moan and I came again.

He released the collar and took hold of my waist with both hands. I inhaled deeply and my head spun, I felt like I might black out but his rhythmic fucking kept me in consciousness. His dick swole and he continued to pull my raw pussy back onto it.

Daddy took 3 final deep, long strokes and on the third he let go of my waist and came up to the head of the bed. He seized a handful of my locs and pulled me toward him; I instinctively opened my mouth and his life juice shot into it in hot spurts. I happily swallowed it all. I had insisted on drinking every drop of cum he released while I was pregnant with his child.

He massaged my hair as I suckled him for a few moments, and then I moved over so that he could lay down next to me – I saw that he was about to collapse. His chest heaved; he pulled me close to him and kissed me deeply stroking my hair, entrancing me with a bottomless gaze into my eyes. We hugged and kissed passionately for a few minutes and then lay quietly in each other’s arms, breathing in sync.

After a short time, Daddy spoke in a low hum.

“How are you feeling pumpkin?” he asked.

“I’m feeling… wonderfully overwhelmed,” I replied breathily.

“You do realize you’re a wonderful wife, a perfect slave and you’re going to be a fabulous mother, don’t you?” he asked, playfully poking me in the side and coaxing out a giggle.

“I’m realizing it, Daddy, but never stop telling me,” I replied wistfully, “never stop telling me.”