Daddy's Girl Ch. 01

"On the bed, naughty girl," I finally commanded. Once my baby girl had complied, I stood between her overhanging legs and eased myself into her already-wet body. She had indeed properly prepared herself for her punishment.

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Unable to hold back any longer, I reached a hand toward Ember's chest, and with a barely-restrained groan, I unleashed all my love into my baby girl. Nary a heartbeat later, her cry joined mine, my climax having triggered hers, but then her vocalization whiplashed from delight to pain as I tugged at the chain connecting the golden clamps, pulling hard enough for one clamp to be violently yanked from the tortured nipple.

In the aftermath of our unusual lovemaking, as I remained inside her, Ember sat on the bed, tearfully sobbing from the pain in her nipples as I held her close, kissing the top of her head. I felt like a true Daddy in that I hated to see her cry. Yet I also understood that, sometimes, this is exactly what my baby girl needs from me, what my baby girl wants from me, what my baby girl desires from me, and I was quite willing to oblige her.

She finally leaned back from me and looked up into my eyes. Ember's cheeks were streaked with tears, her face flushed from the gold punishment, and her lower lip trembled visibly. She and I both knew that the other toothed clamp would soon need to be removed, and that its removal would hurt her again as blood surged back into the sensitive, tortured bud.

"Wait here, baby girl," I whispered, finally withdrawing from her body and stepping out of her hold. I went into her bathroom, lit the lavender-scented pillar candle upon the countertop, then started to draw her a bubble bath. As the water flowed into the tub, I returned to my sniveling baby girl and kissed her softly, swallowing her screams and tasting her tears and enjoying her frenzied clawing of my back as the final clamp was removed.

By the time Ember had mostly calmed down, I picked her up from the bed and carried her to the bathroom, setting her in the hot bubble-coated water. Turning off the faucet, I sat on the edge of the tub for a moment, stroking her tear-stained face, amazed that despite the pain she had just endured, she had remained just as beautiful as usual throughout the entire ordeal.

"I love you, Daddy," she said softly, her voice still wavering noticeably from the residuals of the pain. "Thank you."

I smiled a smile of concern, a smile of love. That I could help her to live out her fantasy filled me with pride. That Ember truly loved me, even when I punished her undeservingly, gave me a heady sense of honor.

"I expect better on your next exam, baby girl, is that understood?"

"Yes, Daddy. I'll study harder. I promise."

"Good. I'll hold you to it."

"So long as you hold me on occasion, Daddy, I can live with that."

We shared a soft giggle. With a final stroke of my thumb across her lips, I stood and left the bathroom, leaving my baby girl to revel in her fantasy world, a world I was proud she had chosen to lovingly share with me.

Perhaps an hour later, I tucked my baby girl into bed – the same bed which had witnessed her punishment. After pulling the covers up to her chin, I sat on the edge of the bed and, as is our custom, I read to her: a few more pages from Story of O, and as I read, I noticed her hand moving underneath the covers and noted the subtle change in her breathing. I then kissed her lips goodnight and left the bedroom, turning off the light as I paused in the doorway, looking fondly at her one more time as she continued to masturbate herself toward a sleep-inducing orgasm, and thinking to myself:

She truly is a "Daddy's girl."