Anything He wants

The second slap forces a grunt from me, making contact with my

already sensitive flesh. Each new slap is hard enough to send me forward on

daddy’s lap.

But the new environment is making me uncomfortable, and instead of getting into the spanking, I close my eyes, bite my lip, and brace against his hand. I’ve never done this before, always going with the flow, but all the eyes watching my punishment are enough to stifle my arousal. I’m as reactionary as wood, taking the brunt of the force without so much as a sound.

The crowd realizes this, and for the first time, a wave of whispers cycles through. They’re all… disappointed in something, and I can tell daddy isn’t appreciating the response.

I hear from nearby the older man from before. “Remember boy:

humiliation. You can’t play the game the same way anymore. It has to be impossible to resist from now on.”

Daddy relents, pausing behind me as he thinks about something. He reaches down and with nimble fingers unclasps the bottom of my corset.

I’m broken out of my trance immediately. I squirm and twist on his lap, but his other arm pins me down to where I can’t get up against his might.

If he does that, then…

The clasp finally undone, daddy turns the flap up, completely exposing my pussy and ass to the crowd.

“No! Stop!” I cry out.

The crowd murmurs, and daddy shouts, “Not another word!”

He lays into me, no more spanking me against soft cloth and flesh. This time it’s all flesh, his hand making whole contact with my ass. The sound is explosive, the slapping of flesh echoing throughout the large house.

It disorients me, making it impossible to reenter that trance from before. Instead I’m forced to feel every spank as it blisters my ass red. Each connection a sting that rattles my mind and shatters my ability to craft

coherent thoughts, compelling me to focus on the tactile sensation of daddy’s anger.

Each loud smack, each propulsion of my body forward, does a number on me. My body resists for the first few hits, but then starts to fold as the stings mix with pleasure. The eyes on me, instead of making me self-

conscious, seem to blend more and more with an erotic desire to be watched.

And then a pulse of pleasure shoots through me, emanating from a single slap to my ass, rocketing up my gut until it comes out as a moan from my pursed lips.

The room erupts into polite applause, a revelation that startles me.

They’re clapping for my arousal! What the hell?

“There you go, boy,” the older man says, “you got her. Make sure she never forgets.”

He’s talking about me like I’m not even here. But I am here, entirely, pantsed and everything, nude from the waist down. It’s my body, right here, right now, providing the show for all these messed up perverts! If they think I’m going to break down because I get spanked in front of them, then they’re in for…

All of sudden, daddy’s hand stops. There’s dead silence again for a few seconds before daddy pushes me off his lap and I fall to the floor. He stands and I look up at him from my new position. That old feeling of sitting at his feet while we watch TV comes flooding back to me, those moments where I’d do anything to feel inferior to daddy. It makes me tingle just thinking about it.

It’s at that moment I realize just how far I can go, and just how far he is willing to take me.

“Take off my pants.”

I furrow my brow, but my reluctance isn’t met by hesitation, it’s met by mechanical maneuvering, my hands going to his zipper and then his button before sliding his pants down his legs.

“Take it out.”

I swallow. “Take what out?”

I can hear laughter from the crowd, as if it were the stupidest question in the world.

“My dick.”

My eyes grow wide.

His dick?!

Oh my god, is he serious? We’ve never done anything like this, we’ve never pushed any boundaries other than spankings and discipline. It’s been covertly sexual, at least for me, even if I had fantasized about pushing it further.

I look around the audience, where there’s a mix of anticipation and interest. They’re rapt, waiting to see what I’ll do, how I’ll respond. Daddy’s quick to snap me out of my reverie. “Don’t look at them, look at me.”

I look up at him, his eyes shadowed as he looks down on his beaten girl. “Take it out,” he repeats slowly, carefully manipulating his tone for his greatest commanding performance.

I swallow, my nerves making my mouth dry. I look at his boxers, the bulge in them calling to me.

When I move toward him, I don’t know whether to attribute it to daddy’s conditioning or a surge of lust. But whatever it is, it convinces me to slide my fingers under his waistband and slowly shimmy his boxers down his legs.

Mere inches from me springs a half-engorged cock, thickening as it’s released from its confines.

“Put it in your mouth.”

“My mouth?” I repeat dumbly.

He doesn’t reply, merely watching me intently. His control should never be questioned, and my submission should always be taken for granted.

The eyes of the crowd grow intense as they wait my response. I feel an odd urge to please them, to not leave them disappointed. It’s as if my failure to follow through would leave not just daddy upset, but a hundred people all resolute to see it through as well.

I lift my hand meekly, lightly gripping around daddy’s shaft. I can feel the energy swell in the room, swell just as daddy’s dick does in my hand.

The air is electric.

When I press forward and push daddy’s cock into my mouth, the room explodes in cheers and shouts.

“There you go!”

“She’s your slut now!”

“Now fuck her and show her who’s daddy.”

The energy transfers to daddy and he grabs the back of my head, ramming his cock to the back of my throat.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

“Make her choke on it for disobeying you!”

I sputter and gag, daddy’s thick cock way too much for my mouth to handle. I start to salivate heavily, coating daddy in a thick film.

He pulls out fast, and I say, “Dadd-”

But he shoves his cock right back in, transforming my words into a

grunt. His thrusts are furious as he face fucks me, using my mouth like a toy, trying his hardest to make it as rough as he can.

I brace myself against his thighs, pushing off to no avail. Instead, his cock proceeds as if nothing were in its way, piercing my mouth at a frantic pace.

The cheers turn into laughter and chatting, a form of wonderment at a young girl’s submission. A surge hits my stomach, a thrill that nestles deep inside me and settles just above my pussy. I don’t know if it’s the taste of daddy’s cock, or the flock of admirers watching my humiliation, but my anxiety and fear is slowly mutating into unadulterated pleasure. I moan as I wrap my lips around daddy’s cock, running my tongue under his shaft and enjoying the taste of his skin. It’s a salty concoction that reminds me of how daddy smells.

He releases my head and cedes control. I pull off and stare up at him. I must look a horror, what with runny make up, strands of drool coating my chin and leading to daddy’s dick. I must look like a horrible pig. But the reaction from the crowd is a collective “aww”, as if it were the cutest thing in the world.

“You’re daddy’s slut, aren’t you?”

I swallow and nod, not quite ready to speak after such a rough performance.

“Let’s hear it.”

I give it a moment, catching my breath before I speak. “Yes, daddy, I’m you’re slut.”

“I’m in control of you.”

“You’re in control.”

“And you’ll do whatever I say.”

Daddy isn’t asking. He’s merely stating what seems like an inevitable conclusion. It’s a conclusion my body is begging me to accept as truth.

“Whatever you want, daddy.”

And with that, like a gust of wind that clears the air, the crowd disperses.

They’re still around the room, but they’ve all turned and started talking

among themselves, with only the occasional glance back to us. The matter’s been settled between daddy and me, and now all they want to do is get right back to the party.

I’m his, and they’ve seen it demonstrated. There’s nothing else to prove.

But daddy doesn’t see it that way.

He’s not done with me at all.

He grabs me by the hair and lifts me up, dragging me back to the chair.

He sits down, pulls me toward him, forces me to straddle him, and then drops me down on his cock. I’m impaled instantly, my cunt sucking daddy in as my juices work like a vacuum.

I shriek, daddy’s thickness breaking my young cunt open to it’s widest point. The room barely reacts as only a few people look on and smirk. Daddy grabs the pearls around my neck and pulls my mouth to his, mushing our lips together. I can barely react to his mouth moving over mine, still slack jawed from accommodating his huge cock, focusing on the sharp pressure inside me.

Finally my lips answer his, opening up for his tongue to enter my mouth and dance with mine. Daddy grabs the straps of my corset and forcibly pulls them down my shoulders. With one hand, he grabs the cups at the center and rips them down from me, uncovering my tits.

I gasp but am met by his mouth sucking on my nipple. His hand crushes my other tit, and I swing my arms around his neck to steady myself. His teeth bite down on the nub, holding it in place as his tongue flicks over it. He resorts to sucking, drawing my flesh into his mouth, seemingly capable of pulling milk from my tits.

And then his hips start to pull in and out, grinding our bodies together and moving his cock inside me. It’s so sensitive my mouth hangs open as I stare at the ceiling, incapable of breathing for what feels like forever. When my lungs decide to finally work again, I let out a powerful moan that radiates through the room.

Daddy counters my vocals by lifting me up and slamming me back down on his cock. My tight cunt grips around daddy, unwilling to let him

leave easily, which makes his reentry far more potent, forcing my pussy open again as it struggles to contain him.

I ride daddy, holding on to his neck as he pierces my cunt with his long cock, driving his head all the way, filling me with daddy’s strength. He watches me as my face twists in ecstasy, enjoying his little girl succumbing to him.

“You like that?” he asks.

“Yes, daddy.”

“You like daddy’s big cock inside you.”

I nod, biting my lip, relishing a single stroke that sends a violent pulse through me.

“You should let your admirers see you.”

I look at him, somehow understanding him and behaving instantly, picking myself up and turning around. I drop down with my back to daddy, impaling myself on him.

As I lean back, a number of people are watching with more interest than before, sipping their wine as they watch me get fucked by daddy. The eyes drive my pleasure up; where it felt great before, now it feels absolutely

fucking amazing. It feels like their eyes are touching me, like their hands are all over my body, exploring everything I have with no resistance from me.

I can’t stop them. I can’t stop them from watching me.

I can’t stop them from seeing my tits or watching my pussy gush.

And all that does is make me gush even harder!

Daddy wraps his hands around my tits as he uses them as leverage, steadying me on top of him as he propels me with his hips, launching me in the air so that gravity fucks me with daddy’s cock.

“She’s loving it!” some man calls out.

“It’s been so long since we’ve had a submissive so young.”

An older woman chimes in, “I do like seeing a young cunt every now and then. It makes this whole place feel fresher.”

“I agree with that. And she’s got a nice little pussy. You can see her glistening from here.”

My face burns as the party goers talk about me. Each word about my body, every ounce of admiration, works like an aphrodisiac that only boosts the sensation of humiliation. It’s an intoxicating cocktail of embarrassment and pride, mixing to make me drunk on arousal and eroticism. Daddy’s dick punctures me with one hard push and breaks the floodgates, releasing an orgasm built on punishment and discipline. I scream out, tears coming unbidden as pain and pleasure blow through me, burning and tickling my skin at my core.

“The young ones are wild when they come. It’s quite a show.”

I squirm and buck, my ass picking up off daddy through sheer spasm.

“Now all her daddy’s got to do is come in her to seal the deal.”

Come in me?! Oh my god, is he really going to do that?!

“Come on, old boy,” the older man from before joins the conversation, “make sure you fill her with cum. She’ll never be your slut if you don’t top her off.”

Daddy grabs my hips and drives his dick into me, fucking me hard and fast, intent on finishing the job he started. He grunts and screams, animalistic in his fury, willing himself to mark his territory.

His thighs hit me so hard I nearly fly off his lap. Daddy uses his grip on my hips to drive me into his cock instead, forcing me down on him. This sends him over, causing him to throw me down as hard as he can, impaling me and holding me there, prepping me for the avalanche coming. His dick unloads, discharging hot cum deep into my cunt. He groans with each pulse, his own orgasm so strong he can barely move from his curled position. His dick pumps streams, thick strands that hang from my walls as they coat my entire pussy.

It takes a good ten shots before daddy moans in ecstasy, my pussy inundated with daddy’s messy seed. He holds me there against him, leaving me attached to his cock, where his cum can manifest and stay tucked inside.

The few people watching give polite applause.

“A good show,” one of them says, turning away, “I hope we get to see them do it again.”

These people are fucking messed up, but the thought of these perverts watching me all over again sets my libido aflame.

I don’t just want daddy to control me, I want him to humiliate me. I want him to punish me, I want him to abuse me, I want him to fuck the shit out of me.

And I want people to see him do it.