I open my hands to reveal a single nipple clamp laying in each palm. Two punishments… in a sense. I smile angelically up at him. Daddy rolls his eyes.
“Smartass. If you think you’re getting out of this without a mark, guess again.”
Daddy goes to the closet and returns a moment later with two small weights, a leather crop, and something in a velvet pouch. He sits back down, hooks his forefinger on the waistband of my panties, and pulls me closer, so I’m standing in between his legs. His hands cup and squeeze my ass cheeks and then slide upward under my top, trailing over my hips, my belly, and then my lower rib cage. Each of his fingers leave a trail of sparks on my skin. I close my eyes and bite my tongue when he finally takes both of my nipples, already swollen and sensitive, between his thumbs and forefingers. He pinches and rolls the pink flesh and I barely hold back a moan. Abruptly, he abandons them to lift the hem of my tank top up to my mouth.
“Open.”
I obey and he places the fabric between my teeth.
“Close.”
Once again I comply and my breasts are now fully exposed. One after the other he applies the clamps. He takes the small weights and hooks them onto each clamp. It’s painful, but bearable.
“You’ll keep these on until I say so. You may release your top and kneel.”
The spit-soaked silken hem falls down. Daddy sits on the edge of the bed again, taking his already erect cock in his hands. He firmly guides me to my knees.
“First thing’s first. Show Daddy how sorry you really are.”
Eager to be absolved of my sins, I open my mouth and lean forward, taking as much of him as I can. Mmm. Daddy’s cock is so good. Thank you Daddy. I lick him up and down and swirl my tongue around his head. The tang of his precum fills my mouth and I happily suck, hoping for a little more. Soon Daddy’s hand is on the back of my head, helping me find the right rhythm. Slowly his fingers weave into the hair on my scalp and then suddenly he groans and closes his fist, pulling on my hair hard. He forces his cock further and further into my throat until I cough. He retreats and lets me breathe for a second and then starts fucking my mouth in earnest.
“Look at me slut!”
I look up at him and meet his wild eyes, helpless as he uses my mouth. I’m able to suppress my gag reflex, but my eyes are watering and a tear rolls down my cheek.
“FUCK!”
Daddy pumps faster and I can feel his length sliding into my throat. It’s so sexy I can’t help but sneak my fingers into my panties and rub my clit. The weights on my tits swing back and forth with Daddy’s thrusts and the pain from the clamps increases.
With a primal moan Daddy cums hard in my throat and I pull back a bit to swallow easier. As he slowly pulls out I lick and suck as much of his cock as I can to clean him off.
His eyes close and he takes a couple deep breaths. I notice that the weights on my nipples are still swinging slightly and the pain sharpens with the lack of distraction. I deserve this I think to myself and I relish the pain for a moment while Daddy recovers.
Daddy chuckles and blows out in a big *whooosh*. He helps me off the floor and wipes the tears off my face gently. He lifts me off the floor and onto the bed facing the headboard. With a strong hand on my shoulder he forces me down so that my pussy is high in the air and my chest and head rest on the bed. Pulling on the leather handcuffs so that my arms are out in front of me, he attaches them to the hook on the headboard. Next he pulls the ankle bindings out from under the bed and, one after the other, he secures my ankles to each corner of the lower bed frame.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/qua6ft/four_punishments_part_2_daddysub_mf_bdsm