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.