All characters are over the age of 18.
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Princess
"Is that too tight, Princess?"
Princess is the name my Daddy gave me, and he always has a way of making me feel like my namesake. Even here, blindfolded and strung up from the ceiling by my wrists, my body heavily bound by rope, and my panties in my muzzle. My breasts, pulled tight by the taught rope, hurt a little from the binding. But I'm okay. I give a sound of approval through my own panties.
"That's good, sweetie," he says, stroking my cheek lovingly. "But Daddy has a little more to do, okay?"
I nod in understanding, and I hear him walk away β probably to get more rope. Daddy and I have been having sex for a few weeks now. It's been fun, but today he confessed that I still wasn't giving him the same type of satisfaction that Mommy used to. Daddy craves a harder kind of play. Apparently, he and Mommy used to play games like this. I almost find it hard to believe that she would have enjoyed this, but I definitely do.
Daddy grabs my left ankle and drags it off to the side a bit. He ties a rope around it. This exposes my pussy to the cool air, and I'm wet so I can really feel it. It also keeps me from moving that leg. Soon, I feel him do the same with my right ankle. Daddy ties it up so that I can't move at all anymore, except for dangling a bit in my restraints. His paw touches and then trails up my stomach slowly. He grabs one of my breasts through the rope that's binding them, and squeezes it.
He chuckles. "You look pretty, Princess." His paws roam my body as he talks, sending a shiver down my spine. "As pretty as your mother used to be, all tied up. But..." One of his paws finds my rear, and my tail twitches nervously.
He smacks my ass, and I whimper a little bit through the panties in my mouth and pull slightly against the binds on my wrists. "But can you take abuse as well as her?"
The smack has turned me on so much that I'm drooling through my panties. My exposed crotch is tingling with arousal and wetness. I nod quickly, hoping to urge Daddy to satisfy himself with me however he pleases. I live to serve Daddy.
He spanks me again, rubbing my ass cheek with his bare paw for a moment before smacking it once more. It stings, and I bite into my panties as each spank from my father drives me all the more wild. He keeps spanking me, and suddenly I feel my tail instinctively trying to block his paw. The spanking stops, but only for a moment.
"Tsk tsk, Princess," Daddy scolds. "We're going to have to do something about that."
I tremble ever so slightly. I don't want to show daddy my anxiety but I can't help but wonder what he's going to do. I hear the sound of a sharp ripping to my left.
Tape?
Yes, tape. I feel Daddy pressing my tail up against my back and then pressing the tape there too. It holds my tail in place, and it's uncomfortable. It does its job, though. I feel another swift smack from Daddy's paw against my rear, and now without anything to stop him he unleashes a torrent of pain on my bottom.
Smack! Smack! Smack! comes the sound of Daddy's paw against my ass, echoing off of the walls of our basement. I would squirm from the pain but the most I can do is quiver in my binds. My wrists begin to hurt as they struggle against their rope bindings, but that pain is nowhere near what I'm beginning to feel on my bottom. My toes begin to curl with the anticipation of each spank, just before it actually happens. My ass must be turning red under my fur.
Suddenly he stops. I can hear him breathing heavily behind me. He grabs my ass roughly; it still stings from the swats. Then he lets up the pressure of his squeezing and gently massages my
hindquarter. An odd sensation comes from the rubbing of my stinging flesh, and draws a murr up out of my throat.
"You're such a good girl, Princess," he praises me, and I send out another muffled murr from my panty-stuffed mouth. His paw releases my ass and I hear him pad around for a moment. It's hard to tell just from the sound where Daddy is in the room, but in a moment he's definitely right in front of me.
Thwap! I feel a sharp stinging sensation across my breasts. It's Daddy's cat o' nine tails. He's used it before on me, but only playfully. I don't think he's playing anymore. Another loud thwap! hits my breasts with a warm stinging sensation, and what comes next is a torrent of similar strikes.
Smack after smack, the pain builds against my chest and, poor little me, I can barely even squirm. I'm moaning out around my panties with each thrashing my father blesses me with. He's never hurt me so bad, but for some reason I want everything he can unleash on me. Every hit makes me cry out harder against the fabric in my mouth.