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I’m stirring the pot simmering on the stove. Following Daddy’s instructions, I’d had my nipple clamps on for most of the day. When I eventually returned home, I was to remove them and my bra, but otherwise remain clothed. Then it was my turn to make supper.

My nipples twinged viciously when I released my tits from my bra. Unscrewing the prongs embedded in their flesh stung even more. The motion of my breasts as I moved rubbed my agitated nipples against the fabric of my shirt. They were so erect, I caught myself watching them bounce, sliding up and down through the shirt and occasionally catching against it. Something slutty about their motion and the sharp pain when they twisted made me wet. I was panting by the time I reached the bottom of the stairs.

Now the heat from the stove eases the sharp ache in my nipples. I look down. Still clearly visible through the shirt, but they’ve receded a bit.

Daddy follows his nose into the kitchen, unbuttoning his collar. I imagine the sight of his hairy chest if he’d only go farther..

He walks up behind me, saying “Smells good.” His hands slide down from my waist and his fingers are suddenly digging into my hips. “I hope you’ve been an obedient whore,” he whispers in a chastising voice, his lips brushing my ear.

His hands dart up, grab my tits and squeeze savagely, simultaneously pulling me back from the stove so I don’t get scalded when I flinch. My galvanic convulsion socks my ass firmly against his stiffening cock. I gasp and my exhale is a wail. The pain is so fucking sharp I feel daggers of heat in my cunt. “Owie, Daddy!” is all I allow to escape before I clamp my mouth shut over a lustful, whorish moan.

He starts walking me back from the stove, stopping after every step to slam his throbbing dick against my ass. “I makes me so fucking hard when you say that,” he growls in my ear. We’re panting in tandem. “You love the way Daddy hurts you, don’t you, slut?” This time I can not stop the moan.

Daddy spins me around and bends me over the counter. He flips my skirt up onto my back. He grabs a fistful of my panties through the leg holes and yanks upward, lifting me up on my toes and lodging the fabric between my asscheeks. Then he reaches below me and does the same thing with the front of my panties, raking them sharply up into my slit. He yanks the fabric back and forth, rubbing it brutally against my sensitive clit.

It’s all too fucking much and I’m losing the battle to keep my wails from becoming screams. Suddenly Daddy relents. His hand withdraws. I exhale gustily, limp with relief. Suddenly Daddy’s hand smacks sharply against my asscheek. His fingers dig into my asscheek, squeezing and shaking it viciously. And with a sharp howl I’m suddenly standing, back bowed and teeth clenched. Head thrown back as violent orgasm rips through me.

Daddy steadies me and watches convulsions wrack my body as I wail at the top of my voice. I begin to squirt and manage to cut it off, but the sharp contraction of muscle only intensifies the orgasm. Suddenly there’s ringing in my ears. Dark flowers bloom at the edges of my vision.

I come to in seconds, slumped in Daddy’s arms. It takes me awhile to register that he’s playing idly with my nipples. I look up and meet Daddy’s eyes.

“See what you get when you’re a good girl? He smiles down at me. A sound registers and he looks over to the stove. He straightens me up and leaves me struggling to balance on my own.

“Back to work, kiddo!” he calls back over his shoulder as he walks out of the kitchen. “Supper’s boiling over!”

I steady myself, push my skirt down, and gingerly pull my panties from where they’ve been embedded. I hobble to the stove and as I start to stir, I imagine Daddy’s swollen red handprint on my ass.

NSFW: yes

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