Brock watched as a look of shame crossed Nicky's face. She knew she had made a mistake and felt bad that she was so quick to forget the rules. Perhaps a part of her hoped that his rules were all a part of the recent session they just had. In a way, she was glad they weren't. She knew her father was not one to ever change his mind about anything. Nicky hung her head and turned for the door.
Careful to position herself behind the big wooden door, Nicky pulled it open to see a very handsome man there. He was at least 6 feet, with curly dark hair and green eyes. She lost herself for a minute just staring at him, and found reality again when he asked if Brock was home.
"He is. Please come in," she responded, temporarily forgetting about her nudity. The man stepped in and looked her up and down, then let himself into the living room. Suddenly aware of her nakedness, Nicky hung back in the foyer in the hopes of staying out of sight.
"Hey Allan. Nice to see you again," Brock spoke as he passed the man a beer. "Have a seat."
Allan positioned himself on the sofa. "I see you have a new slut to play with. She's a beauty. Looks like you put that flogger to good use already."
Brock's chest pushed out, both as a proud father and a proud slut owner. "She's very new to all this, but I think she has real potential. I am hoping this will be the last one I train." Turning to the doorway, he called to her. "Come here, slut. Meet a friend of mine."
Nicky walked into the room with all the trepidation in the world. Never had she felt the humiliation she was now experiencing. Her father snickered at her. As he instructed her to turn around, he watched with pride as Allan ogled his daughter.
"Come closer and stand with your legs spread. I want Allan to feel how sweet your pussy is," Brock ordered. Nicky simply turned to look at him. She couldn't believe her own father was insisting some other man touch her most private parts. Her head whipped around though when Allen commented, "She's not like Irene, is she?" Nicky's blood suddenly boiled. She did not ever want to hear that woman's name again. She was going to be Daddy's slut, no one else. Without further hesitation, she moved to stand by Allen.
"No, she's not. But I do believe with a little discipline and a lot of punishment, she could be a very good submissive," replied Brock as he watched Allen's hand disappear between his little girl's legs. "Who knows? I may never have to use Irene again."
Nicky smiled when her father said this. Allen's fingers continued to probe until they finally found her clit. She couldn't help but let a moan escape her lips. His other hand reached up to pull on her nipple. "These ought to be clamped, Brock," he spoke as if she were not there.
Brock nodded in agreement and once again reached into the end table drawer. He brought out two small clamps with a chain in between. Nicky studied them closely as her hips slowly began to rotate on the stranger's hand. Brock fondled his daughter's nipples now, making them nice and hard before carefully applying a clamp to each one. He marveled at how they cut into her.
