I lay on his floor utterly immobilised, my limbs tied beautifully in the soft red rope. His handiwork was to be marvelled at and I knew that the original founders of Shibari would be proud of his skill. They would be proud of his ability to tie naughty little girls into knots. I felt excitement tingle through me and my body felt alive with an electric warmth. I liked being helpless. I liked not knowing what was gonna happen next. It was all part of the fun that came with being his submissive; his little girl. He towered over me and grinned down, his tongue rubbing his soft full lips with a kind of hunger. My heart pounded in my chest and I felt my panties begin to moisten with excitement.

“You’ve been a bad girl haven’t you?” He asked with sadism dripping from his voice.

My nipples hardened hearing his tone change and I knew I was in trouble. He wanted to hurt me. He wanted to make sure I learnt a lesson.

“Define bad.” I responded against my better judgement. Continuing to push his buttons and draw out a nastier punishment. He laughed and knelt down beside my still body.

“You just can’t help yourself can you little girl? You’ve forgotten how to be good haven’t you?” he gripped my small erect nipple in his hand and pinched it hard. I winced and wriggled, my mouth open, ready for a rebuttal but he continued “that’s why you need Daddy isn’t it? That’s why you need a Dom to teach you, train you and most importantly,” his fingers pinched my nipples harder through the fabric of my little purple dress as he continued “most importantly, you need a Daddy to punish you.”

I whimpered and moaned, “you mean old man!” He raised an eyebrow and clicked his tongue disapprovingly.

“And here for a moment I considered being nice. Now; where are they?” He said as he began to look around the room.

I turned my head, trying to follow his gaze but the ropes pulled at my skin and held me still. He moved off the ground and disappeared momentarily and came back with three canes and a whip. My eyes went wide and I instantly felt like a bunny caught in a trap.

“No no nooooo” I whined desperately “not the canes Daddy! I hate them, I hate them!”

He chuckled and made a patronising “Awh” sound as he looked down over me. “Little girl hates the big bad canes.”

He teased and spoke in a little baby voice. The embarrassment flushed through my skin as he patronised me and I felt my cheeks blush pink.

“Screw you.” I said without thinking.

I watched Daddy clench the canes in excitement and saw his pants tighten around his large cock.

“Oh little girl, you are really desperate for a punishment today aren’t you? Such a bad, filthy little mouth on you. Little girls aren’t supposed to speak like that. I guess it’s my responsibility to make sure you learn to behave like a good little girl, as it definitely seems like you’ve forgotten.”

He ran a thin black cane along my thighs as I lay on the floor and I shivered with fear.

“No no, Daddy please. I can be good, you don’t need to cane me.”

Daddy smiled and ran his thumb over the cusp of my lip. “We both know that’s a lie little girl.” Daddy pulled at the seams of the ropes and ensured they were tight enough and that it wasn’t pinching my skin dangerously. “So, how many licks of the cane does little girl need today to remember her manners?” Daddy asked as he continued to explore my body with his fingers. He flicked my dress up slightly so that my panties were on display. “Oh dear, little girl, you’ve made a mess of your panties too. So not only do you have a filthy little mouth but you have a filthy little Pussy too.”

I blushed and closed my eyes in response to the humiliation but felt my Pussy get even wetter. Daddy knew I got off on the embarrassment and his cock hardened every time he had the opportunity to dish it out to his bratty little submissive.

“I don’t want to mark your bottom just yet little girl. I’m saving that for Saturday night when I publicly spank you at the kink event, so for now, I think your thighs will do.”

I shook my head in apprehension. “I hate the cane Daddy! It hurts!”

Daddy chuckled and ran a finger along the edge of my jaw. He tilted my chin up, so I was looking directly into the eyes of a man who enjoyed inflicting pain onto eager submissives and said “it’s supposed to hurt little one. That’s how you’ll remember not to do it again.”

I wriggled wildly, getting a burst of bratty fire within me and desperately attempted to put some distance between Daddy, the canes and I. I writhed on the floor and cried out in frustration as Daddy just grabbed one of the rope ends and pulled tight, making me wince as the fibres of the rope dug into my skin.

“Ughhhh… you jerk!” And just like that, without missing a beat, Daddy made a perfect line across my thigh.

The pain felt like fire and I curled my toes and jerked my limbs as Daddy watched my skin flush red. He rubbed the mark from the cane softly and then dug his fingers in.

Chuckling as I whimpered. “Now, 9 more to go.” He said with a grin. I shook my head “no no nooo, I don’t want it!!”

Despite the sting in my thigh, I felt my legs clench together, trying to dull the ache in my Pussy. My body was a vicious truth teller and even my body knew that a part of me desperately wanted this. Better yet, my body knew that I desperately needed this. In the perfect world, Daddy would have reached down and rubbed my swollen pink clit through the fabric of my panties, but sadly, even I knew that only that would happen to good girls and girls who were not being punished with a caning.

Daddy repositioned my body, held my legs firmly down on the floor and said “now listen little girl. You need to accept that you are being punished. You have been bad and as Daddy’s submissive, it is your job to accept this punishment. You also need to understand that if you move or wriggle away when Daddy is about to strike your pretty little thighs with the cane, I could seriously hurt you. And whilst I enjoy seriously hurting you, I know a little thing like you can only take so much can’t you princess?”

The way he spoke made me melt and I subconsciously lifted my hips slightly off the ground, my Pussy taking control and begging for his touch. I didn’t want to nod but I knew I had limited options at this point; I was well and truly a bunny caught in the trap and I knew I would have to lay in the bed that I had made.

My legs trembled slightly as I watched Daddy lift the cane up and bring it down with a swift force.

“Count for Daddy little one. Say the number and thank Daddy for punishing you.”

I whined and reluctantly mumbled, “one. Thank you Daddy for my punishment.”

Daddy brought the thin devilish tool down once more, going between each of my thighs, making sure the lines were neat and pretty. “Two, thank you Daddy.” My voice quivered as my thighs stung. Daddy switched to a thicker, brown sturdy cane and I couldn’t help but cry out, “please! I’m sorry! I’ll be good” I pleaded.

Daddy laughed and said “Awh, little girl, you normally have a lot more fight in you. So quick to apologise today hey? We’re only at number three little one, we’ve got a while to go. Can’t take your punishment like a big girl can you?”

I glared at him and felt the brat within me stir. Daddy watched me intently, enjoying the show of his bratty little bunny, tossing up between total submission and being a bad little brat. I glanced at the cane and felt how tender my thighs were already. I so desperately wanted to submit. I wanted to lay there and take it like a good little submissive but I knew I wasn’t that well trained yet and I knew Daddy enjoyed the game of breaking his little brat far too much.

My bound hands lifted up in a spur of the moment decision and I smacked Daddy on the back. “Screw you!” I yelled in frustration, excitement and pure desperation.

I was desperate for Daddy to break me in and Daddy knew it. I wanted him to hurt me so I could finally submit and have the weight taken off my shoulders.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Daddy yelled. His voice grew serious and cold.

I knew I had pushed him to this new level and felt my body curl into him, desperate to show him my obedience. Daddy lifted the thin black cane up and licked my thighs in rapid succession. He pinned my legs still as I wriggled and cried. Over and over, the black canes lashes echoed in the room. Just as Daddy was nearing the end, he picked up the riding crop and laid four nice smacks on top of my pink, welted skin. I sniffled and bit my lip, holding back tears as the heat from my punishment travelled all over me. I rolled over onto my stomach in shame and Daddy smacked my bottom with a firm hand.

“Daddy didn’t tell you to move little girl.” I whimpered and rolled back over into position. My eyes closed, refusing to look at the big bad Daddy who had just taught me a lesson or ten.

Daddy lifted my upper body off the floor and gently pulled me into him. He cuddled me softly, stroked my hair and then moved so he was sitting on the couch and I was sitting against his legs, my head in his lap and my punished thighs on display.

Daddy stroked my hair soothingly and said “Good girl. Good girl for taking your punishment. What do you have to say to Daddy?” He asked as he then pulled my bound hands into his lap, hovering right above his now undone trousers.

Daddy pushed my hands slightly into his crotch and let me feel for his cock through the fabric.

“I’m sorry Daddy for being a bad girl. Thank you for punishing me Daddy and for helping me to become a better submissive.”

Daddy smiled down at me and kissed the top of my head. “Good girl. Now come and service Daddy’s cock. Show him how sorry you are little sub.”

I blushed but nodded eagerly. My hands fumbled with the button and Daddy kindly assisted in pulling his cock out of his jeans. I couldn’t help but lick my lips as I looked at it. It was 8.5 inches, thick and a bead of precum covered the tip.

I felt my obedient self hesitate and I looked up at Daddy for permission, “Daddy, may I please suck your cock?”

Daddy nodded and stroked my cheek with his finger. “Good girl for asking. You may suck my cock little one.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. My lips wrapped around the head eagerly and I sucked with a sense of hunger. Bobbing my head up and down as my spit dribbled down the shaft. My hands pried aside whilst bound in the ruby red rope to put Daddy’s cock in between them so I could stroke his cock whilst I continued to suck.

Daddy groaned slightly as his cock went deeper down my throat. “Such a greedy girl aren’t you?” I nodded and didn’t stop for a moment. “So hungry for Daddy’s cock aren’t you?” I nodded again and Daddy took a handful of my hair in his grasp. “Say, ‘I’m a cock hungry slut for Daddy.'”

I blushed slightly but responded obediently, “I’m a cock hungry slut for Daddy.”

Daddy smiled and pushed my head back down as his cock filled my mouth. I gagged and spit dribbled down my chin. My eyes watered as I tried to take more and more of Daddy’s thick cock. Daddy closed his eyes in bliss and I felt his hips lift as he began to slowly fuck my little mouth.

“That’s a good girl. Suck it nice and hard for Daddy. Mmm… good little slut.” I went as deep as I could, gagged and pulled back almost instantly and felt Daddy chuckle and moan at the same time.

“Awh, what’s wrong little girl? Is it too big for you sweetie?” He teased and slapped his cock on my face.

I blushed deep pink and felt the embarrassment ignite my Pussy once more. Daddy grinned as if he could read my mind.

“I bet that made your little cunny even wetter didn’t it?”

I looked down at the floor, too ashamed to look Daddy in the eye but Daddy knew how to handle little sluts who enjoyed humiliation.

“Look at me little one. Tell Daddy how wet your cunt is.” I looked up and licked my lips,

“I’m soaking wet Daddy. I can feel my juices dripping down my thighs.”

Daddy smiled and said, “I think I need to have a look for myself. I need to inspect the body that Daddy owns don’t I little girl?”

I nodded eagerly and Daddy stood up from the couch, lifting me by the ropes I was still attached to and positioned me so I was bending over the arm of the couch. My heart pounded in my chest and my wet panties clung to me as Daddy spread my legs aside for inspection.

Daddy flipped my dress up and rubbed my bottom soothingly. “I’m looking forward to spanking this bottom in front of all my friends on Saturday night little girl.”

I whimpered as nerves filled my stomach like little butterflies. It would be my first time at a kink event and Daddy had intended on debuting some impact play on my Ass. My mind filled with thoughts of what was to come until I felt Daddy’s fingers brush against my Pussy.

I moaned and my body reacted instantly to his touch. “Oh Daddy, yes yes please.” I begged.

Daddy smiled and tutted his tongue. “Such a little desperate slut aren’t you sweetie? Can’t control your cunny can you?”

I buried my head into the grey fabric of the couch and nodded. “I’m a little desperate slut for Daddy… I can’t control my cunny and that’s why Daddy owns my body.” I confessed innocently.

Daddy pulled my panties down my thighs and I winced as the fabric brushed against my welts and quickly forming bruises. “Oh little girl… your panties are soaked. You’re so filthy princess… so turned on by your punishment I bet.” I lay still and silently begged Daddy to rub my aching Pussy. I wanted to feel a finger inside me. I wanted Daddy to feel how tight, wet and hungry my cunt was for him. I wanted Daddy to know that I was all his. My bottom lifted slightly off the couch and my legs spread in a desperate attempt to be touched by Daddy and just like that, without me having said a single word at all, Daddy chuckled and said, “Don’t you worry little girl, Daddy will take care of his property. I’ll look after you little one. That’s what a Daddy Dom is for after all.”