Chapter 29 - Grooming Dani Part One

Seems kind of pointless to describe Little Baby Girl Dani because she was such an anonymous little bologna loaf as a baby and her toddler years. But maybe you pedos care.

First off, when Danielle was lifted into my arms for the first time, I immediately thought she was albino and nobody else in the delivery was commenting on it. Her skin was SO pale. I asked a nurse and the nurse laughed and assured me that Danielle was not an albino.

"How can you be sure?"� I asked. "Isn't there some kind of test you can run?"�

All the nurses laughed. "Honey,"� the head nurse said. I don't need a test. I have eyes. So does your baby girl. She's got the prettiest green eyes I've seen in months. Albinos don't have pigment in their irises."�

Yeah. I knew that.

It didn't help that Dani was born with light blond hair (and quite a bit of it). By the time she was two it had morphed into a solid brunette. Caryn said it was identical to my hair color, but I thought it was a little lighter than mine.  By the time her hair fixed its dark color there was no doubt the little widow's peak in the middle of her forehead was there to stay. I have no idea where that recessive gene came from. No widow's peaks on either side of Dani's family, as far as we know. Thank God, Dani had her mom's button nose and perfectly shaped ears. She got my grey-green irises.  Dani looked about as cute as a baby/toddler can look.

Widow's peaks can go either way on a girl, but it always accentuated Dani's heart-shaped face, especially as she got older. It can be very feminine on the right girl, ala Jen Tilly. It can also go terribly wrong ala Fran Drescher. Yicgh!

Caryn seemed to think the widow's peak was a curse. "It really limits the kinds of hair styles a girl can have,"� Caryn sighed over the bassinet. I thought Caryn was nuts. It wasn't like Dani had a Butch Patrick going. It was barely noticeable, I thought.

"So she can wax it,"� I offered.

Caryn looked at me like I was an idiot, "You can't wax a widow's peak, Skip."�

No, you can't. But little did we know that cheap electrolysis was ten years away.

One thing that never changed was Danielle's creamy pale skin. It was flawless. Not a freckle. Not a mole. Not a blemish. A lot like Suzie Wagner's skin but much more chalky white. Suzie looked healthy. Dani had skin like a movie vampire. She looked anemic, but her blood tested perfectly normal. Against the dark brunette hair and her pretty face, the pale skin was striking. I'd seen it on the Serbian side of the women on my mother's side of the family.

It's never too early to start a girl on dance lessons, and we started Dani down that road not long after she was out of diapers.

One of the dumbest grooming mistakes a dad can make is starting sexually grooming his daughter TOO early. Grooming before a girl has developed her frontal lobe brain filter -- the part of the brain necessary to understand just a little bit of propriety -- is suicide.

If you lived in isolation, maybe, but if you aren't careful your girl will be at day care playing "mommy and daddy"� with some friends and she'll tell her doll to "suck Daddy's cock!"� in the matter-of-fact manner that will get Child Protective Services to your door in a hurry.

I tested Dani's ability to keep a secret with lots of mundane little tests, starting when she was about four.

"We're going to go get an ice cream, but you have to absolutely promise me that it stays between you and me. If you tell your mom, I'm going to get in a lot of trouble, so you can't say anything to anybody. Got it?"�

"Got it, Daddy!"�

30 minutes later: "MOM! WE'RE HOME! WE DIDN'T GO ANYWHERE AND DADDY GOT ME ICE CREAM!"�

It was just a simple cognitive test, and of course I didn't expect Dani to keep a secret at her young age. But when she spilled a secret I negatively reinforced the behavior the same way you train a puppy. Good old fashion shun. I'd turn my back and refuse to acknowledge Dani for a few hours. That shit was effective.

More often than not, I was the designated bather. Don't read too much into that. There's nothing inherently sexual about a five year old. Bathtime started out as nothing but bath time.

As I lathered up Dani's little frame with my huge hands, I purred out a steady stream of positive reinforcements.

"That's my good clean girl."�

"There's Daddy's pretty girl."�

"That's how my pretty girl gives herself up to her Daddy."�

Notice lots of possessives mixed in with all that reinforcement? If you're going to own a woman or a girl, it starts with teaching them that they CAN be owned and they ARE owned.

After Dani tuned four, I started getting her used to minor penetrations. I soaped up my pinky and ordered her to stand in the tub, put her hands flat against the tiles, and bend her butt toward me. I started by gently tickling her bung hole with my sudsy finger until she squealed and jerked with tickle delight. I did that for several months. (Patience.) Then, after the tickling one night I said, "Hhew, girl! Your little pink ass is crusty. Daddy cannot have a nasty pink ass girl. You have to be squeaky clean for Daddy inside and out. Hold still. This is going to be a little uncomfortable."�

I slid the tip of my pinky into the pink ring of Dani's ass. She didn't like it, but she took it with little back talk.  Three reamings later and Dani began anticipating that particular climax of the bathing ritual. Lots of pained expressions, but never a peep of backtalk.

After I dried Dani off with a towel, I further groomed her with a slathering of baby oil all over her body. "Dry off soft,"� was the Marketing slogan of the day. My Engineer's mind suspected that baby oil didn't do a goddamn thing for the skin, but it was another grooming routine designed to keep barriers from getting a foothold. Another chance to get her used to my hands sliding all over her little body. Another chance to drill subliminal catechisms into her head.

"Whose hand is this?"� I'd ask as I rubbed the baby oil into the webbing between Dani's tiny fingers.

"This is your hand, Daddy. This hand belongs to you."� Dani had an adorably musical little girl voice. She got that from her mother too.

"Whose arm is this?"� Rub rub rub.

"This is your arm, Daddy. This arm belongs to you."�

The baby oil game dictated that if I used an adjective, Dani had to spit back the adjective in her answer.

"Whose pretty boobies are these?"�

Dani would always fight the urge to laugh. "These are your pretty boobies, Daddy. These boobies belong to you."�

"And whose pink nippy is this?"�

"That's your pink nippy, Daddy. This nippy belongs to you."�

"Oh yeah? Well what about this other pink nippy?"�

"That's your pink nippy too, Daddy. That nippy belongs to you."�

"Whose sweet little tickle-kitty is this?"� I'd ask, pulling a freshly lubricated finger through the cleft of her little pussy.

"This is your sweet little tickle-kitty, Daddy!"� As groomed as Dani was, she still had enough repression in her to giggle like she knew I was making a dirty joke. "This kitty belongs to you."�

There was one exception to the "This Belongs to Daddy"� catechism. Dani's ass was always the last item inventoried. I didn't want Dani talking like a longshoreman at her day care or around her friends. We used lots of euphemisms like "boobies"� and "nippies"� and "kitty."� But...

"Whose ass is this?"� I asked.

"It's my ass, Daddy. But my ass belongs to you."� Dani couldn't help but giggle in antipation of what came next.

"Well..."� I'd always say the same way, "then get your ass to bed!"� Tickles. Squeals.

Without drilling too deep into psychological rationalizations, her body belonged to me because I was her owner. I was her Dom. The fact that her ass was the one thing belonged to her was a little nod to Dani's sense of personal responsibility. Her ass was on the line for what she did with my body. Dani's ass was going to take the spanking for the cookie "Daddy's hands"� snuck past "Daddy's kissy-lips"� without parental permission.

Plus, yaknow, "my ass"� just doesn't work for a host of rhetorical reasons.

"Dani, get my ass down here and empty the dishwasher!"� Uh, no. Doesn't work.

Dani wasn't allowed to wear underwear after he bath. She wore over-sized night shirts that ended high on the thighs. My directive to Caryn was that I should always be able to see Dani's pussy if she were to clap her hands over her head.

The same rule applied to Caryn. By nine o'clock at night she was ordered to be in a similar short night shirt with no panties or bra. Every night shirt had to pass the "clap test."� And trust me, I tested every one.

I told Dani that it was important for a girl to get plenty of air to her Daddy's kitty in order to keep it healthy. She bought it. Again, it was one of those Dom things that "moved the line"� that would normally be a crossed line. I could pull the plug on Dani's grooming at any time and she would still grow up to think "Wow, well Dad sure was fixated on hygiene, wasn't he?"� That was my litmus test. "Can I do THIS and still have my adult daughter look back and think it wasn't sexual abuse?"�

When the answer to that question was an absolute "No,"� then I would know I had crossed the line for good. Hell, I knew it was only a matter of time, but I wanted Dani much more developed into a pre-teen before I crossed it. I didn't want her to be frightened, broken, little molested cum cup who couldn't function in normal life. I wanted a confident little slut. I wanted Dani to be a little Suzie Wagner for her own Daddy.

I was popping no boners while I rubbed baby oil over Dani's little girl ass and little girl pussy. It was all groundwork for more perverted things to come.

By (my) house rule, Dani was to sit on my lap for at least 15 minutes every night. She could do it while I watched television, which I rarely did. She could sit on my lap while we messed around on my state-of-the-art 286 computer (running the epic Windows 2.11 OS). She seemed to like that best. Television bored Dani as much as me, but she liked the power of learning a new computer technique, even if it wasn't one that a four year old needed to know.

By (my) house rule, I was the last person in Dani's bedroom every night. Easy guess as to why I wanted that rule in place. Caryn gave her kisses and hugs. Then Daddy entered the room and Caryn left without saying a single word more after I walked through the plane of the doorway. Caryn would literally stop mid-sentence if she was talking when I entered. (I made sure to time my entrance so this happened often.) It taught Dani that Daddy was the last word on matters of the house, and Mommy absolutely understood her place. Daddy was king.

Where normal kids might have a nightly prayer, I would sit in Dani's desk chair and say in a commanding Dad voice: "Recount your providence to me."�

Dani had no idea what "recount"� or "providence"� meant. She just got down and kneelt in the floor in front of me, put her hands on her night shirt-covered knees, and recited the most important catechism I had taught her.

"I belong to YOU, Daddy. Heart and soul. Inside and out. From the tips of my hair to the soles of my feet, I belong to you."�

(Yes, this was another small exception to the "Daddy-possessive pronoun"� rule, but I liked the way it sounded. It was a pledge. It was the license she gave me to assume ownership for all the "Daddy's arms"� and "Daddy's eyes"� and "Daddy's boobies."� )

After the Pledge of Providence, I waved her back up on the bed and we'd have normal bedtime chats about day care and dance class, or we'd read a book. Normal parenting.

I waited for Dani to tell me that she no longer wanted me in the bathroom when she was naked or bathing. THAT would be my cue. That's when little girls start developing a strong sense of propriety and the first blush of thinking of themselves as a sexual entity begins to take shape.

When a little girl asserts that she is old enough to bath by herself, THAT is the starting pistol for Phase Two.

It took a while. Dani didn't make a fuss about being too old to be soaped up by Daddy until she was seven.

Between ages five and seven, my grooming efforts focused on A.) The dominance of the alpha male and B.) Ritual and catechism.

I didn't spank Dani much before she started Kindergarten. Just a few times between the ages of three and a half and five, but just garden variety dadswats to her covered tush. Honestly, she was a remarkably obiedent and well-mannered kid.

By the time Danielle started Kindergarten, she had no problem keeping secrets. She also had a keen sense of situational appropriateness. She understood that there was a firewall between family business and school business. I was cautious about stress-testing Dani's secret-keeping abilities. A little at a time. I was in no hurry.

After Caryn and I had our first parent-teachers conference before Christmas of first grade (five and a half) I had a little fodder to escalate into a formal, male dominant disciplinary ritual.

I set up a proper chair in the carpeted area of the basement. After the Sun went down I summoned Caryn and Dani down to deal with me.

"Both of you,"� I said sternly. "Take off your clothes and toss them in the corner. All of them."�

Dani looked at Caryn.

"You heard Daddy,"� Caryn said slowly. "Daddy is the boss. If he says 'do it' then you do it."�

Caryn peeled off all her clothes quickly. She'd practiced the moves since she was not much older than Dani was. Dani seemed to take forever to finally shuck her little polka dot panties and kneel next to her mother in front of me. She was clearly overwhelmed by my solemnity and the escalation of my manufactured anger. Dani looked adorable, her dark hair spilling over her porcelain shoulders and her gray-green eyes huge with confusion.

"Mrs. Yelton says you have a problem socializing with other girls when you are supposed to be working on class projects,"� I glared at Dani.

Dani began to shake involuntarily.

"Well,"� I said. "Is this true?"�

"N-no, Daddy."�

"It's not true? Mrs. Yelton is a liar, is she?"�

"Y-y-yes, Daddy."�

"So when I go take you to see her tomorrow morning and I tell her that you say she's a liar, that's going to be your answer when we're all standing in the same room?"� (Plagiarized from Caryn's dad, yes. As was a lot of what would happen in that basement.)

Dani's eyes rolled up, indicating she was calling on her active memory. Then they dipped down, indicating she was calling on her "creative"� memory and about to tell a lie.

"D-Daddy, sometimes I talk to my friends, but not too much."�

"Enough with your bullshit, young lady!"� I boomed. "From now on, when you get a spanking, your mother gets a spanking too. And when your mom gets a spanking, you get the same spanking at the same time. As of tonight, your mom has been demoted. You're both equals to me. You are both my bitches. Your mom happens to be my Best Bitch, so she's the boss of you until you are Best Bitch. Do you understand?"�

Dani had no idea what I was talking about. She looked dizzy.

"Caryn-Bitch, do you understand?"�

"Yes, Daddy,"� answered Caryn. She'd been calling me Daddy in bed as well as around Dani for years by that point. One night she replaced "Yes Sir"� with "Yes Daddy"� and I liked it. It made the "you two are equals schtick"� that much easier to implement if they both called me Daddy.

"Dani-Bitch, do you understand?"�

I'd never called Dani a bitch before. Her eyes started leaking instantly.

She nodded.

"Speak up, Dani-bitch. Answer me. You and Caryn-Bitch are equals when you are being punished. No more Mommy and Little Girl. When I'm upset, you're both my bitches. You both belong to me. Do you understand that?"�

"Yes, Daddy."�

"At least when you two are in trouble, and down here to make right with me, you're both my bitches. Do you understand?"�

"Yes, Daddy."�

"When we go back upstairs, you're still my bitch until we make up, and I decide if or when we make up. Got it?"�

"Yes, Daddy."�

"Caryn-Bitch, tell Dani-Bitch what you think about getting spanked because she was a bad girl at school."�

Caryn sighed. "Dani-Bitch,"� Caryn paused to think of something semi-appropriate to say. "Dani-Bitch, when you displease Daddy, it makes me sad. You should always be your best girl for Daddy so we don't get our asses spanked."�

"Well said, Caryn-Bitch,"� I nodded. "Now Dani-Bitch, tell Caryn-Bitch what you think about the spankings you both are going to get."�

Dani really started crying at that point. She'd never seen me that cross before. "Mom I'm sorry."�

"Nah-uh!"� I wagged my finger. "No 'mom.' Call her by her bitch name. You both are getting spanked. You're both bitches. Address Caryn-bitch by her proper name and say it again."�

Dani snuffed a bunch of snot and whispered, "Carynbitch, I'm so, so, sorry I was bad."�

"That's better,"� I nodded. "Caryn-Bitch. Get up and over my lap."�

Caryn was ass-up under my right hand in seconds. I commenced a loud spanking. Loud. Not hard. It may have been the softest I'd ever spanked Caryn. I kept my hand cupped to make a lot of noise, but not transfer any energy. Caryn made a big show of howling like I was killing her. I wasn't entirely sure how Caryn was going to handle the cyclical return of her childhood incest before that moment. She put on quite a show, which made the look of horror on Dani's face even more pained.

As far as I was concerned, the night was a bullshit exercise in grooming, not punishment. The whole "talk in class"� thing was trumped up, obviously. I didn't drag it out.

"Okay, Caryn-Bitch, get back on your knees. Dani-Bitch, get over my lap."�

Dani was wailing with shame as she picked herself up off the carpet and shuffled over to my lap. I pulled her over my knee and went right to work. Ten of the lightest ass swats in the history of spanking. barely enough to leave handprints on Dani's bubble-butt. You couldn't tell it from Dani's shameful bawling.

I put Dani back in the floor.

"Goddammit, you bitches!"� I growled. "All that naked girl ass made my dick hard."� I pointed to the bulge in my slacks. "I won't abide a cock tease in my house. Which one of you bitches is going to suck the hard out of it?"� I looked back and forth between them.

Caryn blinked. She had not been entirely certain the night was going THERE until I said "dick."�

Caryn lifted her palm. "I will, Daddy. I'll suck you."�

"You see that, Dani-Bitch? Caryn-Bitch is going to clean up after you again."�

"I'm sorry!"� Dani wailed.

"Caryn-Bitch has to take even more punishment because of you."�

Caryn said sweetly, "But I like to suck the hard out of your cock, Daddy. It's not punishment."�

I stood up, unzipped, and aired out my stiff member. Dani looked positively dumbfounded. "That's why you are my Best Bitch,"� I said to Caryn. "Get busy."�

I sat back down in my chair and Caryn immediately began schlurping schlong in front of her confused daughter.

"I don't even want to look at you,"� I growled cruelly to Dani. "Go stand in the corner. Put both your hands on your head. Keep 'em there."�

Caryn on all fours sucking my cock loudly. Dani standing with her reddened ass pointed toward me and her pretty dark hair spilling down her back. Yeah, this was going to be a lot of fun.

I only held out about twenty minutes before the tingle waves started to get too high to wade any longer. I felt the tremor in my leg.

"Dani-Bitch, get over here, now!"� I barked. "On your knees. Closer. Closer. Now watch Caryn-Bitch as my baby juice squirts out of my balls and goes in her mouth."�

Dani had stopped crying. She now looked absolutely repulsed.

"Put your hand on my balls. I want you to feel the baby juice going out of my balls and into Caryn-Bitch's mouth."�

Dani slowly extended her hand like she was going to pet a snake. It was too slow. I passed the point of no return and started grunting. Caryn gulped loud. I grabbed Dani's hand and practically smashed it against my balls. Purely symbolic.

I finished twitching the last shots of come and I pushed Caryn's forehead until her mouth finally let loose of my overstimulated and spent prick.

"You're a good girl, Caryn-Bitch,"� I sighed. I lifted Caryn's chin and leaned down to kiss her several times. "That's why you are my Best Bitch, Babydoll."�

"Thank you, Daddy,"� Caryn smiled.

I ignored Dani.

"Caryn-Bitch, get up on that bench and make up with me,"� I pointed to my padded weight lifting bench. Caryn and I had never done this ritual before, but you wouldn't have been able to tell if you were standing there. Caryn bounced over and went to hands and knees on the bench.

"Where did Daddy spank you?"� I asked.

"You spanked me on my ass, Daddy,"� Caryn said.

"Show me."�

"Here,"� Caryn pointed to one blushed ass cheek then switched hands. "And here."� She pointed to the other ass cheek.

"First daddy kisses the spank,"� I said. I kissed all over Caryn's curvy ass cheeks.

"Then,"� I continued. "Daddy licks the spank and eases the pain away,"� I licked big laps all over Caryn's globes.

"Then Daddy loves on the spank and shows his good girl that he loves her."� I nuzzled my cheeks warmly against Caryn's ass.

I stood. "Now, what did you get spanked with?"�

"Your hand, Daddy."� Caryn squeaked.

"Kiss the hand that spanked you,"� I demanded. I held my palm to Caryn's mouth and she started kissing away.

"Lick the hand that spanked you,"� I demanded. Caryn's tongue rolled out and danced over my fingertips.

"Love the hand that spanked you."� Caryn nuzzled her face into my petting pats.

"Okay,"� I said. "You are reconciled with me, Caryn."� Get your clothes and go upstairs.

"You,"� I turned on Dani. "You're still on my shitlist, bitch. Get upstairs and maybe we'll reconcile later. No no! Leave your clothes. You don't wear any clothes until you get off punishment. I don't care if you have to go to school naked all week. Don't let me catch you wearing so much as a sock."�

Hard, humiliated tears jagged out onto Dani's cheeks again.

Like I said, it was an exercise in grooming. Moving "The Line"� again. I didn't expect or even want my five year old daughter to suck my cock. I just wanted her to see that Daddy had a no-nonsense side and Mom wasn't exempt from it either.

I waited about twenty minutes and went up into Dani's room. I went through the kiss-lick-nuzzle catechism on her creamy little butt. Then she did it back to my hand just like her mom did.

You, Dear Reader, you're thinking that whole "kiss-lick-nuzzle"� where I spanked, with the girls doing it back on whatever I used to spank them with is bizarre, don't you?  It sounds bizarre. But I knew that one day I'd be spanking Dani on her tits and pussy. How convenient that the make-up ritual would one day dictate that every body part that got spanked had to be kiss-licked-nuzzled in order to make peace and close out the punishment hostility. And if I spanked her with swats from my hard cock? Punishment cockswats to the face and pussy and tits? Yeah? Starting to understand? All groundwork grooming for adventures that were still years into the future.

The quickest way to train a puppy is to pair her with an old dog who knows the ropes. I learned that from both Suzie Wagner teaching Maxine and Caryn's stories about her mom teaching her how to sex her dad. Most of my grooming game was an extrapolation and slight modification on what Caryn's dad had done to her.  He did the hard work. All I had to do was act something out on Caryn and it would start to seep into Dani's consciousness.  All I had to do was invent a reason to get them both down in the basement for punishment every three or so months before the previous lesson faded from memory.

Like Caryn taught me: When you are a kid, after the third time it's not weird any more. It's just Daddy's way.

Amen.

Late that night after the lights went out Caryn and I lay in bed I could tell she was restless.

"You need somethin', hon?"� I asked the darkness.

"Can we talk?"�

"We're talking."�

"Skip, five years old is a little young, don't you think?"�

"Too young for punishment or too young for sex?"�

"Sex. She's plenty old enough for spanking."�

"Did I sex my daughter?"� I asked.

"I'm just saying, Skip."�

"I'm not sure what you're saying at all, Caryn."�

"I- I don't know. Just please be smart about it all. You're smart. I guess maybe I'm projecting too much of my dad onto you and that's not fair."�

It was totally fair. I was following a big chunk of her dad's incest playbook.

"One more thing, Skip?"� Caryn whispered. "Just a friendly tip?"�

"What?"�

"Shave your junk."�

"I do. I shave my balls. I trim."�

"No. Shave it all. Bare. No hair at all. Pubes freak out little girls. Even a little bit of pube."�

"Okay,"� I turned this over in my head, both her helpful "tip"� and the deeper implication of what Caryn was saying.

We lapsed into a long, still silence. I was sure Caryn had fell asleep.

"Skip?"�

"Yeah Doll."�

"There's something wrong with me."�

"Your taste in pervy men?"�

"Skip, when I saw all your game unfolding tonight, I wasn't surprised, but I was definitely perturbed. But I no more went to hands and knees in front of your hard cock when my pussy just started juicing. Running down the inside of my thigh like a faucet."�

"Do tell,"� I mumbled.

"That was a new high point for humiliation. Having to suck you while my daughter watched me slurp and moan like a slut."�

"You can't help that you're wired for humiliation, Caryn."�

"Skip, will you please lick me? Please?"�

Caryn humped her bare pussy against my thigh and I could feel the wet warm squish of pussy juice.

Fucking slut.

Chapter 30 - Grooming Dani Part Two

The next big page turn in my incest playbook happened when Dani complained about me bathing her.

She had just started Second Grade.

"Daddy, I can take baths all by myself,"� Dani pouted as I dipped the bar of Dove into the steamy tub water and worked up the first sudsy lather over her chest with my big hands.

"You sure about that?"� I asked. I knew the day was coming, but I was still a little stunned.

"I'm sure, Daddy. I can bathe myself."�

I rinsed and dried my hands. Without a word I walked out to the garage and grabbed a hammer and a nail set.  I walked back into the Hallway bathroom where Dani was bathing and I popped the brass pins on all three hinges. I removed the bathroom door completely and carried it down into the storage area of the basement. Then I did the same to the door on Dani's room.

Dani sensed something was wrong. By the time I got both doors off and arrived back at the Hallway bathroom with a scotch, a folding chair, and my new Spankin' Paddle, Dani was out of the tub and trying to get dry as quickly as she could. She'd already pulled the drain, but the water was still almost all in the tub. I reached over and closed the drain again.

"Get your ass back in that tub,"� I growled.

"Daddy I'm already dr--"�

*C*R*A*C*K*! My new Spankin' Paddle made its first acquaintance with girly ass. The sound was exquisite. So was the high pitch "Yip"� Dani made after it connected. Beautiful.

Here's the joke: The much vaulted and often ballyhooed Spankin' Paddle of family legend was a 99 cent paddleball paddle from Toys R Us.  It had a blue inking of ol' Geoffrey the Giraffe on it. I just pulled out the staple that held he elastic band (and ball) and wrapped a couple of loops of black electrical tape around the handle part to make it look more menacing. Light as a feather. Made of some kind of thin birch/balsa plywood that was strong as hell, given the small surface area.

But Jesus Christ that thing hurt. It did. I whacked myself in the thigh a couple times to test it out. It sounded impressive and it did quite a bit of damage. If you can still find one, I recommend it highly.

Both Dani's little feet left the tile floor at the same time. She lost her grip on the towel and it dropped. Dani didn't cry beyond her startled "Yip!"� She was in shock.

I was a ninja. My arm snaked around her other side and put a matching tag on her other ass cheek. The results were just as satisfying. Dani started crying, which made it even better. Both her hands were on respective ass cheeks like she was playing the final rounds of the Hokey-Pokey. Her little pussy slit was thrust out and her long wet dark hair made Rocharch flames on each side of her pale nipples. Her eyes were enormous.

Goddamn, that kid was gorgeous.

Most girls are cute toddlers, then morph into larval lumps through their preteen years. No problem. The longer a girl is larval, the better chance they'll pop into something amazing.

Then there are those girls. The girls in third grade that were already so pretty they made you dizzy.

Dani was one of those girls. She was really gorgeous in the face, even at a young age. She turned grown men's heads, and not just pervs like me. I kept her dark brown hair long and loose, which framed her pale skin even more dramatically and drew attention to her perfectly feminine facial features.

Unfortunately, Dani lost Caryn's button nose some time in her first few years. Not a honker. Straight and average, but no longer the little upturned wedge that I value on women.

Her feet were going to be bigger than Caryn's feet too, but at least they were perfectly proportioned with high insteps and little round toes.

I'm on record as saying I wanted a daughter with Suzie Wagner's slutty brain and Caryn's curvy, big-titted, short, compact body. By the time Dani was in second grade, it was obvious that I was not going to get the short-and-stacked body type I wanted out of Dani. She was shaping up to look more like a brunette Suzie Wagner, taller than average and thin and lanky.

But goddamn. That face of hers made up for it. Caryn was a brooder who could pull on a decent Southern smile when she needed one. Dani was just an out-and-out smiler. Radiant and bright. The kid smiled all the time. This made her pained, punishment face even more of a beautiful curiosity to me. I love it even more than her giggles.

"Get your ass back in that tub. NOW!"� I said.

Dani's coltish legs hurdled the lip of the bathtub and splashed heavy. She quickly turned to protect her backside from another bite of the paddle. She stood with her butt pressed into the soap dish behind her, sizing up my anger, her big nervous eyes darting from my eyes to my shoulders, waiting to see if I was going to strike again.

I sat in the folding chair and took a long swig on my glass of Scotch.

"Now,"� I said calmly. "Soap up my tits."�

Dani's fingers locked around the slippery bar of Dove behind her and she nervously ran a figure eight smear of white around her nipples.

"No,"� I said. "Lather 'em up. Make 'em bubble."�

Dani wasn't sure how to proceed. She started to squat back into the tub water to wet the soap bar and I corrected her.

"Turn the shower head on. Stand up. No, not so strong. Just a mist. Yeah. Like that. Now soap my titties up."�

Dani did. Her eyes stayed locked on mine, waiting for me to launch up at her.

"Turn around. All the way."� I sipped my drink. "Now soap up that ass. Lemme see a finger go up that pink asshole. More. More. There you go. Daddy's going to start auditing your cleanliness. I'm going to stick my tongue in that ass and it better taste squeaky clean. If it tastes like shit, I'm going to show you something you won't forget. Got it?"�

"Y-y-yes Daddy."�

"Turn around."�

Dani turned back to face me.

"Dance."�

"Wha-- Daddy?"�

"Dance, bitch. I'm paying for lessons, the least you can do is a little shower dance for your Daddy. Put on a show. Go."�

Of course she was baffled. She had only taken ballet with a little tap. Neither of which was going to do her much good in a shower or standing shin-deep in tepid tub water.

"Move. Shake that ass. Play with your hair. Put on a show for me."�

Dani began trying to slowly spin and sway, stepping right. Stepping left. A little sloshy shuffle one way and then the other. She spun. The more she tried to relax, the more she knew she was awkward and failing and the more humiliated she became to be dancing naked in an open shower while her dad leaned an elbow on the sink and pulled sips from a glass. She flushed. Her face was angry, but she was trying not to cry.

Oh God. I'd give anything to have that dance on video tape. Dani had been Dommed before and she'd had her ass tested. But that was her first real humiliation. It was mesmerizing.  I let it go on until tears started coming down heavier than the water.

I stood and folded my voyeur chair. "Turn it off. Dry off."� I mumbled.

"Yes, Daddy,"� Dani said, angry and robotic.

"And then get your ass downstairs. I'll tell Caryn-bitch to meet you there."�

In the periphery of my vision I saw Dani freeze. She whined out a long "Awwwwwwwnooooooooo, Dadd-deeeeeeeee!"�

I smiled, tossed the Spankin' Paddle into a rotation, and caught it out of the air before whistling my way down the hall.

The first night of adding the Spankin' Paddle to the basement spanking ritual was a huge success. First I went through the regular lap spanking routine with my hand. The only variation was -- and this was a last second stroke of genius -- I spanked Caryn southpaw from the opposite side. Then I had them kneel doggy, shoulder to shoulder, while I stood behind them and whipped the Spankin' Paddle randomly between four rosey ass cheeks. Caryn fucking hated the paddle. She trashed really hard and screamed. Both she and Dani tried to crawl forward away from the blows when the paddle fixed on their respective upturned asses.

Note to self: I had to custom build a couple of spanking horses for my bitches; something I could strap their legs and arms into. Something where their asses would floating high in the air and I wouldn't have to bend over and chase them around like cats.

I was very turned on by all the ass smacking. I briefly considered starting to spank and paddle Caryn's tits and pussy too, but I didn't play that card just yet. First of all, that meant Dani would have to watch me reconcile by sucking Caryn's tits and licking her pussy. We were close, but Dani wasn't ready for that. Second, the paddle was "new enough"� for one punishment session. Small steps. Move "The Line"� in small increments.

Both of the bitches were bawling hard when I finished paddling their asses. It wasn't unusual for Caryn to cry after a spanking, but not like that. She could internalize a lot of pain. That paddle unraveled her.

My cock was about to rip out of my slacks.

I recited my lines. "Bitches, All that wiggling ass made my dick hard. I won't abide a cock tease in my house. Which one of you bitches is going to suck the hard out of me?"�

For the first time in the nine times that I'd said those words, there came no response. Caryn always volunteered to suck my cock. That time she did not. Caryn stared at my knees and fumed anger as the last streams of pain tears dripped off the sides of her chin and into the basement carpet.

"Bitches?"� I said. "Bitches, one of you better answer me, or you'll both suck a load of my come."�

Another awkward pause ensued. Finally Caryn spoke, practically spitting the words between her clenched teeth. "I'll suck your cock, Daddy."� The words were pure venom.

I stood and shucked my pants and underwear to give my trapped and aching prick some relief and room to twitch.

"Very well,"� I said. "Caryn-bitch, get over here and suck my cock. Dani-bitch, kneel there and rub Daddy's balls and warm his come before it goes down Caryn-bitch's throat."�

Not counting the first spanking ritual where I pushed Dani's hand into my balls after I was already pumping sperm, Dani reached up and started massaging my sack for exactly the eighth time. She always did it the same; Dani pressed a few fingers flat against the front of my bag and made pathetic little circles with the last extention of her digits, as if she was trying to make as little contact as possible with my nuts. Nutjob Number Eight was totally different. While Caryn latched a hot, wet suck on my dick in a dutiful, submissive mouth piston, Dani's fingers pressed into the front of my sack. Then they separated. Dani's fingertips bent into four claws and she began pulling the remnants of her over-chewed, stubby fingernails down the front and around the bottom of my shaved bag.

Dani was working me for pleasure. On her own (Well, yaknow... mostly, given the circumstances) she scratched the sides. She scratched the back side of my balls, shooting a hard shiver through my asshole and up through my shoulders and forearms.

Dani's expression (eight times blank and bored) now turned curious. Once she made me shiver, she tried again to hit the same spot on the backside of my scrotum and succeeded. Her eyebrows arched a little and it was obvious she was suddenly interested in the basic mechanics of Daddy's pleasure spots.

I didn't make it five minutes before my nerves broiled over like spaghetti water onto the burner. I wrenched and flexed. Caryn got a mouthful of sticky hot jets. It was a great come. I can still remember it. I wish I'd videotaped that one too. It was a watershed turning point.

Using Caryn's incest map, I had planned to start Dani on her first cock suck sometime between eight and a half and nine. Based on Seven year-old Dani's expression as she fondled my balls, that train was running right on schedule.

As per ritual, I put them both on the padded bench individually and kissed their crimson ass globes. Dani's red ass always seemed to glow brighter because of the contrast with her pale skin. Each of them flinched when I licked their ass cheeks. The wet roughness of my tongue felt like a burning. I nuzzled ("loved"�) all four ass cheeks, making sure to rub my five o'clock shadow whiskers against their most inflamed spots until they squealed.

Instead of reconciling with them individually, I waited until I was done and then sat back in my chair.  "Get over here, bitches,"� I said. Caryn crawled up on my left side and Dani on my right.  

"Bitches, both of you answer me at the same time. What did you get spanked with?"�

"Your hand, Daddy."� Perfect unison. Damn near a harmony.

"Kiss the hands that spanked you, bitches."� I demanded. For the first time I held out I held BOTH my palms up at the same time. (Remember spanking Caryn with my left hand?) Two sets of lips began smooching at each of my palms. Kisses in stereo. What a mind trip.

"Lick the hand that spanked you, bitches!"� I demanded. Two sets of lips transformed into two hot wet tongues and began painting my palms and fingers. Bliss.

"Love the hand that spanked you, bitches"� Both girls nuzzled against my hand. Dani meant it. Caryn was going through the paces.

"That's lovely,"� I said, reluctantly pulling my hands back. "Now what else did you two bitches get spanked with?"�

This time it wasn't in unison, but they both said, "The paddle, Daddy,"� in a halting overlap.

I always thought that having them kiss and lick a piece of wood would be a stupid placeholder, a temporary perfunctory ritual until they were both kissing and licking my cock after I cockswatted their faces, tits, and pussys. But I held the paddle perpedicular to the floor between the girls, right at my cock level. "Kiss the paddle that spanked you,"� I said.

They did. It was sexy as fucking hell. There was 3/8th of an inch of plywood curtain between mother kissing daughter. The paddle was a placeholder, alright. I was a placeholder for the day when they'd both be on their hands and knees kissing each side of my cock.

"Lick the paddle that spanked you,"� I boomed. They did. I could already envision my cock where the paddle was, getting laps from both my bitches at once. My spent cock got a little thicker.

I had them both Nuzzle/Love on the paddle at the same time. Not as much fun as watching them tag team a wooden phallus, but still pretty cool.

"Alright, before I let you go, we need to clear up a few housekeeping items. First of all, Danielle-bitch, you don't EVER tell me what I can or can't do to that little bitch body that I own, are we clear?"�

"Yesdaddy."� Whisper.

"I may or may not bathe you. I may or may not come watch when you bathe yourself. And if I miss bathtime, then after bathtime you wait in your room for exactly ten minutes. If I don't come for inspection, then go ahead and put on your nightshirt. Otherwise, you wait at least ten minutes for Daddy to come inspect his bitch before you cover what belongs to me. You got it?"�

"Yesdaddy."�

"And you, Caryn-bitch. Dani-bitch's hands look like feet. She needs some nails. I'm putting you in charge of making sure Dani-bitch grows some pretty fingernails."�

Caryn nodded. "Yes, Daddy."�

"Alright, Dani-bitch, you and I are reconciled."� I bent down and kissed her on the lips.  "You're my good girl. I love you."� I kissed her again. My cock was half way back to erect. "Now skeedaddle. Caryn-bitch and I need to talk a little about her attitude."�

"Yes Daddy."� Dani was a red and white streak, swooshing up the stairs.

Caryn and I stared at each other for a long time, me in my chair, her on her knees.

"Daddy, that paddle hurts like hell,"� Caryn huffed defensively. "It hurts worse than a cane."�

I nodded. I smiled.

The smile chilled Caryn. "I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry, Daddy. Can I please make right with you?"�  Caryn said "please"� more like she was annoyed and not like she was submissive.

I'd had the eye bolt mounted into the floor joists above us for almost a year. Finally I had a crime worthy of the punishment.

I'd practiced on my own the bondage knots Dutch had performed years before. It was showtime. I didn't have a ring gag, so Caryn got a bright red ball gag. I tied each of her wrists to the opposite elbow. I bound her ankles. I laid Caryn across the padded bench, tits-down. I locked her big toes together with a thin twine.

Fuck. That pony-tail noose knot was way harder than it looked. I'd practiced the knot, but Caryn's hair was so damn silky it was like trying to lasso snot. The noose knot kept slipping. I kept retying it. It kept slipping. I pulled a small radiator clamp off my work bench and fucking screwed it down over the ponytail knot, finally clamping the fucker in place. I pulled Caryn into a reverse backbend through the eyebolt.

Caryn was finally back in Dutch's stress position, only this time she had to keep her left-right balance on the padded bench as well. If she slid off one side of the bench while she was struggling, she was fucked. I wasn't sure if her hair would pull out of her skull before her back broke.

I admired my work as Caryn began to grunt in pain.

Ehn. It didn't look right. The metal clamp on her hair cut into the optics. I'm sure Caryn couldn't tell a difference, but I could. It looked like an amateur job.

I turned the lights off on Caryn and went upstairs to Caryn's room by way of my bathroom closet. I grabbed a bottle of strawberry-flavored lubricant oil. I was still wearing only my oxford. My cock was slapping back and forth against my thighs, spitting strings of cold after-come that didn't have enough sperm in them to keep them from rolling right down past my knees.

I wasn't entirely sure what I was going to do when I got to Dani's room.

She was kneeling on her bed in her nightshirt when I walked through the doorless entry of her room. "Off,"� I made a lifting motion with my hand.

Dani nervously pulled the shirt over her head.

"Bitch up,"� I said.

"Toward you or away?"� Dani asked quietly.

"Away. Ass to me."�

Dani went to all fours.

"Elbows,"� I said.

Dani's hands went forward and she held her face off the mattress by her elbows, pointing her ass even more prominently in the air.

"Get those knees apart,"� I grumbled.

Dani pushed her legs further apart and her pussy mound pulled apart to expose a bright pink fuckmeat slit below her red ass cheeks.

I remember that moment clearly. My cock went full-on. That was the first time I actually wanted to fuck my daughter. That was the first time I weighed how easy it would be to just squirt that strawberry flavored oil on my cock and push on forward into Dani's upturned pussy. She was still a girl. She had no sexual characteristics besides a round ass and a pretty face. And I wanted her. I wanted her bad.

I put a big dollop of an oil bead on my finger and circled Dani's little pink ass ring. I was trying to get a tickle response from her, but she was learning submissive stoicism. She fought it. I poured more slippery on my finger and speared it through the tight lock of Dani's asshole. I had always just put a finger tip in the hole before. That time I stuck half a digit in her hot little ass. Dani's head snapped back on her neck and she grunted like an animal.

I corkscrewed my finger in-and-out, left-to-right to make Dani grunt harder and trash.

I did not remove my finger from Dani's asshole before ordering her on her back. I kept her skewered on my fat finger as she dropped and threw one dancer's leg over to twist into a missionary position.

With my free hand I flipped open the top of the lubricant bottle with a thumbnail. I dribbled out two kisses of strawberry lube on each of Dani's flat, pale nipples. She had the bright pink pussy, but still didn't have the electric nips.

I closed the top of the bottle and used my free hand to rub the strawberry oil in circles around each nip. I could tell from Dani's expression that she was still more frightened than anything. She was thinking that our reconciliation downstairs didn't stick. Her eyes also kept shooting worried glances at the hard prick dancing over her stomach.

I flipped the oil bottle open one-handed again. I put a sloppy wet squirt of cold oil into the cleft of Dani's pussy and closed the bottle again. Still reaming her ass with my slippery right index finger, I started sloshing the strawberry oil into Dani's pussy with my left thumb. It was as sexually aggressive as I'd ever been with Dani. I was still considering pushing my cock into that little pussy or at least putting her on her knees to suck me.

Dani had a little hint of clitty pushing back at my thumb. Her chin twitched every time my slippery thumbprint rubbed past it.

It was a moment of truth.

I didn't do it.

"Tomorrow morning, I'm going to check my titties and this pussy that belongs to me. They both better still taste like this."�  I pulled my thumb out of Dani's sloppy pussy and pushed it against her lips. She opened her mouth hesitantly to lick my thumb and I jammed the whole thumb deep in her mouth. Her lips instinctively closed around my thumb. Sucking was instinctive. She sucked the strawberry oil flavored with her pussy off my thumb.

I pulled my finger out of her ass and kissed her good night. That was an exceptionally lippy kiss on my behalf. I was still thinking about what it would be like to have Dani's pretty face wrapped around my big dick head. I was still thinking I might rape her while her mother grunted and struggled against her stress bondage below us.

Sigh. I didn't do it. It was close, but I didn't do it.

I had to put my dick somewhere hot and wet, though. I planned to leave Caryn in bondage for three or four hours, but I was so damn needy and horny. I went back downstairs with the intent of pulling the ball gag out of Caryn's mouth and throat fucking her face for a while to hold me over.

By the time I got back downstairs the hair knot had slipped off completely and Caryn was laying prone on the padded bench.

#FAIL

Fuck.

I thought about beating her ass again for "escaping,"� but that was a load of bullshit. Even too big a load for me. I untied her, pulled off the gag, and bitchfucked my come into her fuckhole hard and fast while her fingers tried to grip around the padded bench under her.

That night, I didn't let Caryn into my bed. Just on principal. Just to be a dick. When she asked permission to enter my bed as she did every night, I refused her and made her sleep on the floor.

I had just started to drift off when a Southern lilt from the end of the bed whispered "Daddy?"�

"What now, Bitch?"�

"I just need to know. That thing about Dani's fingernails? Are you serious about wanting her to have long fingernails?"�

"Uh, as opposed to?"� I mumbled.

"As opposed to just having a reason to beat our asses all the time? Do you really want her to have pretty fingernails? Or do you really want to beat our asses?"�

I actually had to think about this. "Fingernails,"� I said.

"Okay,"� Caryn said. "Because that's going to cost some money."�

"No plastic nails,"� I grumbled. "You know I hate those. Artificial nails are too thick. They don't scratch like real nails."�

"No, not tips. Prenatal vitamins."�

"Like I fucking care. Get some damn vitamins if you think that will help."�

"You'll care. Prenatal vitamin packs cost like two dollars per day. They are sixty bucks for a one month box."�

"Oh,"� I said, doing the math. "Almost seven hundred dollars per year for fingernails?"�

"Fourteen hundred. If Dani's getting prenatal vitapaks, I'm getting them too. No way she's having better nails and hair than I do."�

"Hair? Wha?"�

"Never mind. Do you want to pay for long, real fingernails for both of us, or do you just want to beat our asses?"�

"Both,"� I mumbled. "But buy the fucking vitamins and let me get some sleep."�

"One more thing."�

"Aw, shut the fuck up and go to sleep already."�

"You can't keep rubbing baby oil all over her after every bath."�

"I can do whatever I want with my daughter."�

"She's going to have skin like a fucking peperoni pizza if you keep that up, Sk-- Uh, Daddy. She already has blackheads the size of M&Ms. There are real medicated lotions she needs for her skin, lotions that will do something besides make her smell like a diaper. She needs walnut scrubs for her feet and heels. You hate stained bottoms of feet on a girl, right? She needs to start protecting her lips with a balm. She's going to be a skin cancer magnet with that Casper hide of hers, so she needs some kind of makeup with an SPF built in. I know it's too early for her to be wearing makeup, but she's a melanoma magnet. And let's face it, she too young for a lot of things, but she's dealing with them anyway."�

I hadn't thought about it before, but Caryn was probably right. She knew more about girl maintenance than I did.

"Okay,"� I said. Maybe I should have beat Caryn's ass for being sassy, but I was tired and spent from two hard sex sessions.

"Daddy?"�

"Go to sleep, bitch!"�

"Daddy, can I suck your cock?"�

"No. I've got nothing left."�

"Please Daddy?"�

"Go to sleep, bitch."�

"Please? I'll suck you dry and go right back in the floor?"�

There was something about that submissive line that sent the first tingle down my cock.

I let Caryn on the bed to suck me one more time.

She didn't go back in the floor, but I was out like a light after I came a third time. I didn't care.

I still had not recovered the next morning. All the sex hormones had been drained from my body. Dani was dressing for school when I shuffled through her doorless doorway.

"Did you think I was kidding? Get your clothes off my body."� I said, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

Dani stripped to skin quickly. I had her lay on her back, sideways across the bed. I kissed her on the lips lightly. I licked and sucked each of her barely-existent nipples for the first time, but only for seconds each. I wasn't horny. I was merely making good on a threat. Yes, I could still taste strawberry.

I pushed her knees back and dropped my tongue into the pink folds of her pussy for the first time. Again, I should have enjoyed it more, but I didn't have two sperms left in my 'nads to rub together. I made a point of dragging five or six tongue swipes past Dani's little clit bud, but she didn't flinch or do anything but lay there and look away into the distance. That wasn't very sexy either.  Her ass only had little purple freckles to show she had been recently paddled. I pushed her knees back into her chest and kissed each ass bruise. I dropped her legs and kissed her lips.

"Good girl,"� I mumbled. "Now get ready for school."�

That was as seething mad as I had ever seen Dani to that point. She was as mad as her mother had been the night before. Her face was bright red and angry tears welled up in her eyes as she pulled on her panties quickly and with much exaggeration. Two humiliations, back-to-back, and Dani was not taking it well. I was pushing "The Line"� too far, too fast.

I didn't back down. I didn't double-down. I said, "Remember, wait ten minutes after your shower tonight before you put on your clothes, Doll. We'll do it all over again tonight and tomorrow."� I  stumbled into the kitchen to get coffee.

So... Apparently I'd crossed "The Line."�

Too bad. Where's the creamer?

Chapter 31 - Grooming Dani Part Three

The Spankin' Paddle and one half-hearted pedo nipple sucking and pussy licking was the big turn at age seven.

Sounds hot and heavy, but really it was kinda tame.

It took me two days to come to terms with the fact that I was wrong to have pushed Dani so fast. There's a difference between a punishment Dom and a sex Dom, even as hard as I was trying to blur that line.

Humiliation is the bitter sister of Shame. Dani's first blush of sexual awakening had awakened her deeper sense of shame.

I didn't put my mouth back on Dani's naughty parts for a long time.

I did paint her nips and pussy with the strawberry oil a couple times a week, as well as reaming her asshole with my finger. I have no idea where the asshole thing came from, or how it picked up steam over the years. I assfucked Caryn exactly four times during our eleven year marriage. That's Dutch plus three. Sticking my finger in Dani's ass was just supposed to be breaking down barriers to penetration. Classic grooming. Little did I expect Dani to grow to like it and get fixated on it.

Again, I'm getting ahead of myself.

Age Seven was the Spankin' Paddle.

After my botched attempt to tie Caryn into Dutch's signature stress position, I knew I needed to rethink my "Big Punishment"� options. I needed something passive, something where the punishment went on even after I left the room. I needed something that made a psychological impact (i.e. More fear the second I threatened with it than the first time they actually experienced it). I needed something that created a lot of slow pain suffering without long term bruises and tissue damage.

That's when I remembered reading a classic old alt.sex.stories mdom stepdad story about the guy who built a "doghouse."�  It was like the shingled, gabled, pointy roof of a "Snoopy"� doghouse. The stepdad set his bitches straddling atop the point of the roof with nothing between their bare twat and the pointed top covered in asphalt shingles. The bitches' own body weight pushed their pink parts down and rubbed their pussy and asshole raw against the rough point of the roof taking their weight. The bitches had to keep their weight off their pussies by riding the roof with the inside of their knees and thighs... until their thighs gave out and they had to take the pain right on their pinkems.

My first thought was, "That can't possibly be a real BDSM punishment."� Google, google, google. Holy shit, it is! I found a Hogtied video with a couple of girls tied into a straddle atop a doghouse facing each other.

Looked painful. Looked like a slow, building pain. Looked hard to fuck up and free of any specialty knot-tying requirement. Perfect.

Not long after my first tongue-rape of my daughter's pussy, things were going really well for me at work. We moved to a brand new house. It predated the word McMansion, but that's pretty much exactly what it was. A new tract of upscale suburbia built on farmland, still within Dani's school district boundaries. We had two extra rooms we didn't know what to do with, even after I claimed the third floor loft as my office.

I paid a little extra for the full ten foot deep basement. Okay, a lot extra. A BDSM dungeon needs a high ceiling, even if your bitches are short.  I also had an extra little six foot by eleven foot room poured into the foundation, sticking out below the workshop area of the garage like a flag. I had a flange run for a toilet and a trap for a sink tied into the stack. From the blueprints it looked like a custom room added to the foundation for a bathroom. As I drywalled off the rest of the basement, I put the old rolling bookcase fake wall in front of this closet.

I know that sounds far-fetched for a *cough*nottrue*cough* story.  I figured one day I would make it into a real bathroom, but for the short term, it made a cool little secret storage area that no one knew about. I didn't even show it to Caryn, even though it was cool and I did a really good job on the fake wall. Bitches don't spend any time below the waterline in an unfinished basement. The laundry room was off the ground floor kitchen. I doubt Caryn even knew the secret closet existed. She saw the space a couple of times, and then the drywall was up and she likely forgot it ever existed at all.

The point? The point is that I kept the spanking horses and the two-girl doghouse I built in that storage area. A couple chapters later, that fake bookcase wall and the hidden storage area keep me out of jail.

I tested the doghouse out, putting Caryn on it for a few hours with her hands tied behind her back. The roofing shingles made too round of a top on the point of the doghouse, so I replaced them with a big industrial sheet of sandpaper they use in lumber mills. That kept a nice sharp, rough poke into Caryn's twat. She walked bow-legged for a day afterwards with a flaming red pussy and chaffed ass crack. She also really fucked up the insides of her knees trying to ride "up"� off the point of the doghouse. It sanded away her inner thigh skin in the process. Her knees actually got bloody and the rash stayed weepy for days afterwards. It's hard to bandage the insides of your knees. I worried about infection.

The incest index of our family stayed fixed in the same spot for a long time. A year and a half. A year and a half of spankings. A year and a half of strapping the girls over the spanking horses, tying their ankles and wrists, and letting the Spankin' Paddle make its beautiful noise until the girls cried. A year and a half of Caryn slurping the hot sperm out of my Johnson while Dani knelt and fingertipped my balls.

Caryn's pre-natal vitamin packs yeilded amazing results. Both she and Dani kept a full set of long, strong, fingernails like a French hooker. Both of them already had beautiful long hair, but their beautiful long hair got shiny like a shampoo commercial. Amazing. Definitely worth the expense. If my plan had been to get some extra spankings out of Dani having bad fingernails, Caryn outsmarted me.

I didn't have to gin up a lot of fake reasons to get my bitches naked and over-my-knee. The only recipe you need for conflict in a household is to take one mother and add a pinch of one daughter. Bitches fight a lot amongst themselves. Dani tended to challenge Caryn a lot, probably because I was fomenting that kind of power tension between them. All I needed was for voices to be raised when my dick was twitchy. No problem there.

One place where Dani had no issues was school. Given the likelihood of a molested girl acting out, I kept close tabs on Dani's academics. No problems there either. She was a 4.0 student. Her teachers loved her and said she was wildly popular with the other kids. A joy to have in class. A voracious reader, even if her choice of books was a little "adult"� for her age.

Dani often spent her required 15 minutes per night of "Daddy Time"� sitting on my lap reading. She asked me for recommendations. Much to my surprise, she liked Cheever short stories. I thought Hemingway would be an easy read for a precocious eight year old, but she despised Ernie.

This sounds a little odd, but when you have unlimited access to your daughter's pussy, having it grind into your lap every night loses its magic.

Rubbing the strawberry oil on her nips and twat folds became less sexy over time too. Dani had a pretty pussy. It was neat to watch her little labia minor start to blossom outward, just as bright pink and the rest of her. Dani took the humiliation of having her daddy paint her privates and ream her ass ring with aplomb. I looked for signs that my thumb rolling over her clit was having an effect, but she was a poker face.

When Dani was eight I got the company tickets to the University football game box seats one Saturday when they were playing an out-of-conference game with a huge powerhouse National team. The three of us went with one of Dani's dance class girlfriends. We were right at the fifty yard line rail. Those are actually shitty seats because it's hard to see the field over three hundred pound giants sitting on the bench right in front of you. You could smell the stink off those guys.

Dani was fascinated with the cheerleaders. Her eyes were huge. She didn't give a damn about the game, but she watched the cameramen dance around the cheerleaders in a near constant quest for the "Honey Shot."�

"Why are those guys always pointing their cameras at the cheerleaders?"� Dani asked me. "Don't they care about the game?"�

"They are assigned to the cheerleaders,"� I explained. "The guys in the TV booth never know when they are going to go to commercial, so they always have a cameraman ready to shoot the cheerleaders as they go in and out of breaks."�

"Oh,"� Dani said. "You should get that job, Dad! Get paid for looking at pretty girls!"�

I laughed. "Well, I'm spoiled. I'm lucky I get to look at the two prettiest girls in the city every day."�

Two weeks later as Dani was sitting on my lap:

"Daddy?"�

"Yeah, Sweetie?"�

"How do you get to be a cheerleader?"�

"Like at the college?"�

"Like the ones on TV."�

"Well you start out as a high school cheerleader, of course."�

"Duh! I know that much. How do you get to be a high school cheerleader? Do you take classes?"�

"Er, uh, well, I'm sure you start out in Dance classes, just like you're doing. Then, uh, I guess you need some tumbling classes. Maybe gymnastics. Yaknow, to do the flips and stuff."�

"Can I do that? Can I take gymnastics?"�

I tried to picture my gorgeous daughter in a cheerleading outfit. My cock got thick at the very thought.

"Sure, Doll. You and your mom figure out what you need to do and I'll support you. As long as you keep your grades up."�

My brilliant daughter. She already knew the answer before she asked me (she asked her dance teacher first). She'd already found a kids gymnastics program offered through the university. I had no idea there were cheerleader clinics and instructional classes for eight year old girls, but Dani already had the signup form in her room.

She had to cut back on her dance classes, ditching the ballet and keeping only the modern dance curriculum. But we made it work.

Eight and a half. That was my magic number. Caryn's grooming put her "soft transition"� at age ten. By that time, she knew she was being sexed by her dad. She sucked her first cock at eleven. She got her tits (late, she said) at thirteen. Her dad took her cherry just after her fourteenth birthday.

On my work calendar, I penned out a big exclamation point on my calendar at the day in March where Dani turned eight and a half. I wasn't even sure what I was going to to do, but I was going to up-the-ante in my grooming. I'd always thought that would be Dani's first cock sucking, but the reality dictated that she was still too young. Ten years old seemed like too far away. Eight and a half was too young.

But... Fortune found me scratching my head and made the decision for me.

The day after I "x"�ed through Exclamation Point Day on my calendar, I arrived home from work. I leaned in to kiss Caryn with my briefcase still in my hand while she chopped some celery at the kitchen island. She was seething. Tears were all over her cheeks. She was pissed.

I'm a guy, so I was certain she had to be mad at me.

"What?"� I asked. "What's up?"�

Caryn clenched her teeth and shook her head.

"No, seriously,"� I insisted. "What's up? Talk."�

Caryn said nothing and ratcheted the knife down over and over like she was trying to dice the chopping block underneath the celery.

NOW I knew it was really big. When Dom me told Caryn to talk, she fucking talked. She never refused me twice.

"Bitch,"� I growled. "I'm not going to ask you again."�

Caryn put down the knife and turned to me with a furious look in her eye. "See for yourself,"� she sobbed. "Go ahead."� Caryn motioned am angry palm toward the hallway and I intuited that something was up with Dani.

Dani still didn't have a door back on her room, so I just walked in to find Dani sobbing like a baby on her knees on the floor.

"HOLY FUCK!"� I shouted.

"Daddy!"� Dani sobbed. "I'm so sorry!"�

"HOLY FUCK!"� I repeated.

"Daddy it's not our fault! Mom kept telling the girl not to cut so much off! She kept telling the girl to stop, but she just kept snipping and snipping!"�

Dani's long, beautiful hair had been reduced down to barely shoulder length. Almost a bob.

"HOLY FUCK!"�

"Daddy, I'm soh-soh-sor-reeeeee!"�

"Girl, you know the rules. How long are you supposed to keep my hair in front?"�

"So it's past the nipples that belong to you,"� Dani wailed.

"And how long are you supposed to keep my hair in back?"�

"So it's past my bra strap or where my bra strap would be when my hair is in a ponytail."�

"HOLY FUCK!"�

Ehn, it actually looked pretty good for a shorter haircut. She looked like an eight year old girl instead of a flat-chested woman. Unfortunately, the coif was a flagrant violation of my Dom Daddy Rulebook. Mother and daughter both knew they were fucked. It was the day after Exclamation Point Day. What a gift!

I've taken you through the basement ritual, even if I never covered the parts where I started strapping my bitches into their custom-built spanking horses to take swats from The Spankin' Paddle. No need to revisit that part.

Damn, I laid into those asses that night. I put my arm into it. I was sadistic. I wasn't actually as mad as I let on, but I didn't want the girls to know that.

I had put Caryn in a dog collar before, a little hat tip callback to her real daddy. That was the first night that I did it in front of Dani. Surprise, surprise, I had a matching black leather dog collar ready for Dani too. It looked fantastic, nearly the same shade of black as her hair.

"You bitches seem to have some issues remembering whose bitches you are,"� I said. "So maybe some bitch collars will help you remember."�

After the over-the-knee spankings. I strapped Caryn over her spanking horse first, then Dani. I left them both bent with their asses in the air while I went to get a drink. Then I picked up The Spankin' Paddle and lit into Caryn's ass with a swish and a crack. I didn't hold back. She howled.

Then Dani. That was the hardest I'd ever hit her. Nearly as hard as I paddled Caryn. I remember how the first blow absolutely sizzled through Dani's quivering trussed body. She didn't even scream right away. It hurt her so bad that she couldn't exhale to make a sound. Not for a while. Then oh boy! She screamed.

After I blistered them both, I pulled out the doghouse and dragged it into the middle of the floor. If either of them saw me move the bookcase fake wall, they would have had to be looking back between their legs. I didn't care.

The top plank of the spanking horses were actually a dual pair of matching planks with the hands and neck "stock"� holes cut out of them. I really had thought it through. I slid the stocks apart and put Caryn and Dani into a kneeling position with their neck in the big hole and their hands locked on either side of their heads.

Perfect. I had some BDSM Master missteps along the way, but those spanking horse slash stocks were awesome!

The only hitch was that the dog collars were riding a little loose around their necks. The neck holes in the stocks were pre-measured TOO perfectly, which meant the collars had to either ride on top of the plank, which really put a choke on the girls' chins, or it had to fall below the plank, which cut into my viewing enjoyment. It was the first night for this phase of new punishments. Collar below. Nice guy that I am.

With both of the girls locked into a kneeling position, I put The Spankin' Paddle to Caryn's tits for the first time. Wasn't sure how that would go over. Apparently it hurt. Poor girl.

I turned to Dani. Up until that moment, I thought I was going to paddle her flat chest too, but I didn't.  It was enough that she saw what her mother took and knew the same treatment was waiting for her somewhere in her future. Paddling a flat little girl's chest seemed pointless.

I pulled the stock planks apart and let them both roll around on the carpet and cry and recover for a few minutes.

I pointed to the bulge in my pants and asked which one of them was going to suck my cock.

Caryn meekly pulled herself up on her hands and knees and crawled toward me. I shucked my jeans and sat back in my "king"� chair as Caryn went to work with her mouth. Dani didn't have to be told, but she took a little longer to get her fingernails into my nutsack and start them dancing around.

I didn't want to come quickly, but the Dom excitement had the best of me. My skin began to wow and flutter and the upsurge in the back of my legs was strong.

"We're going to do something a little different this time. Caryn-bitch, don't swallow all my come. Keep a load in your mouth until I tell you."� I panted the words out, and I barely finished my sentence before my spine turned to electricity and my hips involuntarily jerked. The come pumped out of me and into Caryn's mouth in several waves. I collapsed against the back of my chair.

"Good,"� I said. "You have daddy's come still in your mouth, Caryn-bitch?"�

Caryn nodded, her lips pursed into a tight pucker.

"Kiss Dani-bitch and show her what her Daddy's come tastes like,"� I said.

Caryn looked at me blankly for a beat. Then she turned and she and Dani kissed. Caryn's mouth opened and tried to pry Dani's lips farther apart, but Dani didn't seem to understand.  The kiss stopped and they both looked at me.

"Dani-bitch, did you taste my come?"�

"Uh, y-yes, Daddy."�

"Dani-bitch, what did my come taste like?"�

"Uhm, Ice cream?"�

Caryn's expression deflated instantly. "Fffffff-f-f-f-fuck,"� she spat.

"Caryn?"� I arched my eyebrow.

"My fault, Daddy. I didn't keep enough in my mouth to share. I'm sorry. Fuck! I'm sorry."�

I was a bit stunned. Caryn hadn't REALLY fucked up in a long time.

"You are shitting me,"� I said in disbelief.

"What can I say, Daddy,"� Caryn rolled her eyes. She looked whipped. "I screwed up."�

"That's an understatement,"� I said. "Well, we'll have to escalate the punishment and try it again."�

I took some lengths of rope and tied Caryn's wrists behind her back. Then Dani's. It wasn't a box-tie to the elbows. Just a reg'lar old binding of wrists behind their ass cracks.

I only had one ring gag. Caryn got it. I had a big and small bright red ball gag. I'd been saving the small one for Dani. Another first. Black dog collar. White skin. Dark hair. Green eyes. Red ball gag. Pink lips. Goddamn, that girl had never looked so beautiful, even with the shorter hair.

I dragged the doghouse out from under an old blanket that was hiding it.

Dani's big green eyes were everywhere at once. She had no idea what was happening. She didn't understand the ball gag. She didn't understand the doghouse until I grabbed Caryn from beind under her armpits and lifted her up and onto straddling the point of the roof. Caryn immediately looked down in panic at each of her knees.

I'd changed my design.

Instead of sandpaper covering the entire gable of the doghouse roof, it only covered the top nine inches on each side of the point. Below that I'd inset a polished ceramic sheet on each side, leftover from an experiment at work that didn't pan out. Instead of sanding away at the inside of her knees when she squeezed in to lift her pussy off the pointy grit of the roof, her knees struggled and slipped to find purchase on the ceramic sheet.
Caryn was taking every bit of that sandpaper point deep in the meat of her slit and on the kiss of her asshole.

I smiled.

Caryn looked more panicked that I had seen her since Dutch ripped out her asshole.

Caryn was already moaning and grunting in pain, trying to plead with me with her locked-open mouth before I even lifted Dani to face her on the opposite end of the doghouse. Dani yipped in pain. Her eyes were huge.

"Don't be moving around too much,"� I warned her. "You fall off with your hands behind your back and you're going to crack your skull on the floor. Only a half inch of padding under that carpet until you hit concrete.

Caryn was still in great shape. We both used our gym memberships religiously. But Dani's little dancer legs were much stronger than Caryn's. Given that Dani weighed less than a spring chicken, she was going to have no trouble at all "riding"� her split tail up off the doghouse roof for a long time, even with her knees pushing against the polished ceramic sheet.  Both the girls rocked backwards to get their bound palms pressed flat against the inches of the top of the roof behind them. This allowed them to lean back and take some of the weight and pressure off their sanded, split twats.

I anticipated this.

I clipped a single chain between the front of both their dog collars. A short chain. There would be no leaning backwards on their hands with that chain. The best they could do is either both balance slightly forward on their taints at the same time, or take turns cutting into their asshole for relief while pulling the other deeper onto the split of her cunt.

Sometimes I'm a fucking evil genius.

What good is the punishment without the humiliation? "So, you bitches are going to think long and hard about keeping the parts of you that belong to me -- and let's face it, that's every part of you -- in the manner in which I have prescribed. I say how long my bitches' hair is. I say how long my bitches' fingernails are kept. I say what color my bitches can and can't paint the fingernails which belong to me."�

I took a drink of my Scotch and walked over to my workbench.

"I say which earrings my bitches can wear on the ears that belong to me,"� I continued, popping the square lid off a jar of petroleum jelly and scooping out a large dollop on my index finger. "I say what kind of shoes you can and cannot wear on the feet that belong to me. The dresses you can wear. The nightshirts you can wear. The panties and bras you can and cannot wear.

I wiped a huge deposit of petroleum jelly on the inside of Caryn's right knee.

"I say when and where you can wear underwear at all."�

Another huge wad of jelly on the inside of Caryn's left knee. Caryn let out a long siren wail as she lost any remaining friction advantage she had for "riding"� the roof. Her thighs bicycled a little, but her entire weight stabbed her down into the point of the doghouse roof.

"I don't want to hear any excuses about who 'made you' break my rules."� I began slathering petroleum jelly on the insides of Dani's knees. Her knees made one last pressure squeak against the ceramic and she slid right down and started riding the roof hard for the first time.  Her moan jumped two octaves when her little pink pussy finally smacked against the sandy point.

It took less than thirty seconds for Dani to instinctively lean back for relief and sand her mother's labia against the roof.  Caryn overcompensated and yanked Dani forward so hard that Dani actually travelled two inches forward across the point. Oh, the screams that made it around the edges of her little ball gag.

The plan was to check on them in an hour. I hadn't even finished my fatuous lecture and those two bitches were already cooking one another's twats. My modification plus the petroleum jelly turned out to be a cruel combination. Too cruel.

"I'll be back in a half hour,"� I told them. "Behave. And think about who owns you both, bitches."�

I returned in twenty minutes. The screaming was so loud I couldn't hear the television upstairs.

I unclipped them and lifted them off the roof, Dani first. When their hands came untied they rolled in the floor and both girls stuffed the heels of their hands against their raw pussies, reminding me of how Maxy doubled over and grabbed her twat after I fucked the daylights out of her.

I'm really not a multiple comer. I can go a couple-three times in a row if the situation challenges me. The times I double-teamed Caryn with another guy, I always came at least twice in a session. Once I came four times when I was trying to match the efforts of the one threesome young guy Caryn really liked.

Mostly I'm a once-a-day EVERY day guy.

This sounds like a douche thing to say, but beating bitch ass and then making my sexy wife suck my cock while my pretty daughter played with my balls... Hey, it was old hat by that point. It wasn't all that wild. Making my bitches "ride the roof"� was new and fun. Paddling Caryn's tits had been new and fun. Those dog collars were new and fun.

But dude. I had work the next day and I'd already busted a fine nut. I was ready to watch the first fifteen minutes of the evening news and hit the sack.  I was operating on Dom fumes.

I had to make my point though.

I put Caryn back to sucking my half-hard member. The doghouse had just wrecked both girls. They were exhausted from pain and stress and one previous turn at my cock. Caryn set about sucking as best she could, but she wasn't radiating a sexy, slutty, submissive bitch. She was merely trying to keep my hand from cracking across her jaw. Her hand kept reaching back between her all-fours pose to rub her puffy red mons. Her pretty blonde hair had gone limp with all the stress sweat that poured off her while riding the roof of the doghouse, so she was self-consciously trying to keep pulling tufts of her own hair out of her mouth and away from the suck.

It may have been the worst blowjob she ever gave me. I needed a little more stimulation.

Being one day past Exclamation Point Day, I considered that this was an opportune time for Dani to suck Daddy's cock for the first time. It would be a good lesson to Caryn about trying to circumvent my will. I envisioned both their expressions as I gave Dani her first command to suck my cock. I envisioned Dani's pretty little mouth wrapped around my swollen prick. I imagined her big eyes trying to make sense of it all as her head pistoned back and forth on my thick sharft for the very first time.

THAT imagery got my blood flowing. But I had to live with both girls the following day. I thought about threatening Caryn with a time limit, the same way Caryn's dad did to Caryn's mom. There was no doubt that as soon as the words rolled out of my mouth, Dani's fate was sealed. My cock was too numb and Caryn was too off-her-game.

I looked at how fucking sexy both my bitches were in their dog collars. Both their faces streaked with a mix of wet and dry tears. Caryn's tits were still blotched with red marks from The Spankin' Paddle. Her mascara streaks were faint, having been created by tears and then almost washed away by thousands more tears. Caryn looked used and exhausted, as broken as I'd seen her since Dutch fucked her up. She was beautiful.

While Caryn quietly slurped on my thickening cock and Dani kneeled and cried while she dutifully scratched at my balls with her fingernails, I leaned down and picked up the chain that had bound their collars together up off the carpet. I casually unfixed the anchor ring of one of the spring clips and moved it inward to shorten the function of the chain.

I stood.

Caryn lifted from all-fours to just her knees without missing a single, rhythmic slurp. Dani went from sitting on her heels to a higher kneel.

I clipped both their collar rings back together. The chain was so short they were both a paper's thickness from being cheek to cheek. Dani's mouth was pulled mere centimeters from my swollen cock shaft. With Dani as an anchor, Caryn couldn't even get full extension on her cock sucking bob. Dani felt the pressure of her mother's collar tugging at her own and started bobbing in time so her mom could give me a proper cock sucking.

"Stick out your tongue, Dani-bitch,"� I growled. "All the way out, make it long."�

Dani picked that moment to lock eye contact with me. I knew Dani had a long-ish tongue. I'd watched her tongue whip the fuck out of an ice cream cone on numerous occasions. But until that moment I didn't know HOW long. Dani was a fucking aardvark. Her tongue was the same bright pink as mother and daughter pussies, but 50% longer than her mother's tongue.

Wow.

My beautiful eight (and a half) year old daughter had a porn tongue.

And the only thing stopping me from shifting my hips and pushing my dripping cockhead into her gorgeous little mouth was my own fucked up moral sense of propriety. Such as it wasn't.

The optics of mother and daughter collared cheek-to-cheek, faces rocking in sync as my cock got a smoothie and my daughter's pretty tongue pantomimed out a slutty, pink, come-hither wave to my sperm... her big green eyes drilling right into my Dom overwatch...

Boom. I shifted from trying to figure out how I was going to live with myself the next day having hard-raped my daughter's mouth... into coming into Caryn's suck so hard it felt like my own ass was getting popped with the Spankin' Paddle.

"Hold my come! Hold my come!"� I panted between orgasmic convulsions.

From the way Caryn slowed down instead of her usual overstimulating acceleration, I knew she was doing just that. She was holding jets of sperm in her mouth instead of gulping and sucking for more until I was dry and thrashing.

I stumbled backwards, my eyes crossed with ecstasy and my vision blurred with my spiked blood pressure.

"Show me,"� I panted down at Caryn.

Caryn tilted her head backwards and dropped her jaw so I could see the dam of her teeth brimming with saliva bubbles and white swirls of my sperm.

"Dani-bitch, you better not fuck this up or you're sucking the next load straight into your own bitch mouth. Now open up your mouth and teeth, kiss Caryn-bitch, and eat every bit of Daddy's spunk that Caryn-bitch spits in your mouth."�

The girls turned to kiss each other, but the chain connecting their collars was almost too short for them to go lip-to-lip. Both sides of their mouths pressed together. They couldn't quite close the kiss.

"Stick your tongue out, Dani-bitch,"� I said. "No, flatter. Take what Caryn-bitch gives you and be grateful for it."�

With the unsealed gap between my bitches' mouths, I got a good look at Caryn's tongue probing out the advanced work of finding Dani's extended tongue. Caryn didn't hold back. The entire load of spit and sperm flooded between Dani's parted teeth. Caryn was taking no chances this time.

Half the sticky mess poured over Dani's top lip and washed down her chin. The other half washed back on her tongue and went down her gullet in a hard, grimacing swallow.

Dani's big eyes went thin and her mouth made the shape of pure revulsion. I was going to bust on her about the spillage, but she was so obviously locked in a cringe at the taste of my load, I let it go.

"You taste your Daddy's come that time, bitch?"�

"Yeth Daddy."� For a moment I thought Dani was going to hurl it all back out on the carpet.

"What did Daddy's come taste like, bitch?"�

"Uhg, Flintstone chewables and salt water."�

I nodded.

"And it was fucking delicious, wasn't it?"� I asked.

"Yes, Daddy."� Dani's expression said just the opposite.

"So you want some more then?"�

She did not. "Uh, yes Daddy?"�

I reached down and unclipped Dani's collar from Caryn's.

"You heard her, Caryn-bitch,"� I said. "She wants more. Don't waste all that beautiful sperm on her chin and chest. Giver her some more and share some yourself."�

"Yes, Daddy."� Caryn was a robot. Dead in the eyes. Caryn blankly licked the come and spittle wash off Dani's chin and then licked tongues with her daughter to transfer some and swallow some herself. Caryn licked the front of Dani's neck and did it again. Caryn bent down to lick the front of Dani's chest, but I'd had enough. My Dom was fading and I started to feel some empathy for the girls.

"That's it. Stop,"� I said. "We're going to forego the reconciliation part tonight. There's no doubt you two bitches both know who owns you tonight, is there?"�

In unison: "No Daddy."�

"Are my pussies nice and sore?"�

In unison: "Yes Daddy."�

"You both know that you two are on my shitlist until Dani-bitch's hair is back at regulation length, right?"�

"Yes Daddy."�

"Dani-bitch, I don't want to hear water running. You don't drink anything. I want to taste salty vitamins when I kiss you good morning tomorrow. Leave Daddy's taste in your mouth until I say otherwise."�

Dani looked horrified. "Y-yeth Daddy."�

"Get upstairs and get some A&D Ointment on my pussies, bitches. Doctor 'em up good. You both may very well be back on that doghouse tomorrow night. Get. Get out of my sight."�

They were two Road Runner clouds up the stairs.

I packed away my bondage equipment, humming to myself. It wasn't the Exclamation Point Day that I had planned, but it was still pretty great. At the same time I was glad that I hadn't made Dani suck my cock and yet I knew I was going to make it happen sooner-rather-than-later.

I was wrong.

The next day while at work the phone rang and everything changed again.

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