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 (g*, sad, inc)

   Today when I came home from school Daddy was sitting on the couch
waiting.  I could tell he had been waiting.  He was excited, but when he
started talking, his voice wasn't happy - it was very serious.

   He sat me down and started talking to me.  "You know Daddy works down in
the basement, little girl.  Well, I have finished some shopping today and I
think it is time for you to see what goes on in the basement."

   I was never allowed in the basement, but I always hear hammering and
drilling and clanging, so I was curious, and I followed Daddy down the hall
to the door.  It seemed like we were both rushing but trying to pretend we
weren't rushing.

   I followed him down the first few steps, then he paused, and thought a
minute, and took out a key and then locked the door.  Like who was gonna
come in our house?  Then I thought for a second, "What if he's not locking
them out, what if he's locking us in?  It was kind of dark, but I could see
there was still the sitting area on the left by the stairs.

   On the right, was like gym equipment and things covered in sheets, and a
back area I couldn't see.  That was his workshop.

   I followed him down the creaky wooden stairs and he led me to the couch
- the one that used to be upstairs when I was really little.  He sat down
and he pulled me across his lap.  He lifted my pleated plaid skirt and
pulled down my white cotton panties, just enough to expose my bottom.  I
looked up at him.  I hadn't done anything wrong, had I?

   Daddy said, "I'm not doing this because you're bad.  I'm not even doing
this because you need it.  I'm doing this so you know that I can." And he
spanked me once, hard, harder than he ever had before.  He started spanking
rhythmically, without stopping to rub.  I looked up, and his eyes were kind
of glazed over.  I cried out and he caught himself and stopped, and started
rubbing my bottom.

   He gave me a few minutes to calm down, then he told me to stand up in
front of him.  He told me to take my clothes off, "ALL of them." I looked
around, and he said, "Do as your father tells you."

   There were track lights in the ceiling, but real bright, like
headlights, and one was shining right on me.  It was like I was on stage or
something.  So I was extra embarassed.  I just reminded myself, daddy has
seen me nekkies before.  He saw me nekkies my whole life, giving me baths,
changing me for bed, and of course, the punishments.  I took my clothes off
real slow as Daddy sat there and watched me.  He just stared at me really
intense.

   When I was all nekkies, he led me over to a sturdy old wooden chair.  He
told me to stand behind it, facing the chair's back.  It had knobs on the
top, and Daddy told me to grab them.  I had to reach out to them, but I did
as I was told.  Daddy had some rope, and he tied it tight around my left
wrist.  Then he wrapped it around and around, tying my hand to the chair.
He tied another rope to my right wrist, then tied it around and around the
back of the chair.

   He slid his finger between the rope and my wrist, and he asked, "Is that
too tight?" I was confused, because I didn't know what too tight was.  But
it didn't hurt, so I shook my head no.

   Then he reached into a big case, like a metal guitar case, and pulled
out a metal bar with cuffs on the end.  He told me, "Spread your legs wide
for your Daddy." So I took a step to the right with my right foot, and a
step to the left with my left foot.  He attached one cuff to my left ankle.
Then he checked the length of the bar, and hit the inside of my legs so I
would spread them wider.  He attached the other cuff, and I couldn't close
my legs.  It felt really weird.  I felt exposed and helpless.

   He said, "Now I'm going to show you what Daddy does.  What Daddy likes.
I'm not going to lie to you, little girl.  There is going to be pain."

   He let the words sink in.  "Now this spreader bar, it is on there tight.
If you move too much, you are going to fall over.  And that chair is going
to fall, and that is going to hurt.  So I suggest you stay very still."

   So I stood really still and watched Daddy walk all around the chair in a
slow circle, watching my predicament.  I think he was enjoying it, seeing
me all tied up like that.  He left for a minute and came back with a long,
thin reed cane.  He stood in front of me and swung it in the air.  It made
a whoooooosh noise, and was bendy and fast.

   Daddy stood next to me and I heard the whooooo and Oh my God!  It STUNG
SO BAD.  That cane stung.  I hollered, and whooosh he hit me in the thighs
with it, I leaned away, but the chair started to wobble, and I remembered
what daddy said, so I stayed still.  I felt the reed again and I cried out
loud.

   Daddy stopped and he came and stood right next to me and looked at my
face.  He said, "Does it hurt, little girl?" I nodded.  He said, "I know
that already.  And it's going to hurt more." He paused, "Maybe you need
some help." I thought Daddy was gonna take me down and rub me an be nice to
me like usual after punishment.

   But in the basement daddy acted different.  He got out this thing that
looked like a horse's bit.  but was covered with leather.  He said, "Open."
I just looked at him, and he grabbed my face and said, "Open." So I opened
my mouth and he put the bit in it and he told me to bite down.  I did and
then he fastened it behind my head.

   He looked at me for a long time with admiring eyes.  "I imagined it many
times, little girl, but I never imagined how good that would look on you."
He stroked my hair really nice and kissed me on the cheek.  The he was
behind me again.

   Whooooosh the reed sailed through the air and landed straight on my
buttocks.  I bit down on the leather, and it did help me take the pain. 
Daddy swung the reed again and again, on my ass, on my thighs, and finally
I felt my knees buckle, and daddy grabbed me and held me up.  He let me
lean back against him as he untied my hands from the chair.  But he left
the ropes on my wrists.  I leaned forward against the chair while he undid
my ankles.

   He picked me up and I hung on to his neck, cuddled up, clinging to him.
He kissed my forehead, and he laid me down on the couch.  I was so relieved
it was over.  But it wasn't over.

   I laid on the couch, panting, calming down, and rubbing my stinging
bottom.  I watched daddy as he busied himself, putting things into the case
and taking them out, pausing and thinking.  It was like a kid intently
building something with toys, and he seemed to be lost in it, enjoying
himself.  I almost expected him to start humming.

   Finally he turned back to me.  Uh oh.  Whatever it was, it was ready. 
He came over to the couch and ran his hands all over my body.  But it
wasn't like I was his daughter, it was like I was one of the toys, one part
of the elaborate set-up he was building.

   He took me over to the wall, where bars were in a grid, almost like a
spider's web up against the wall.  He pushed me back against the wall and
told me to hold my arms and legs out like I was doing jumping jacks.  I
did, and he took the ends of the ropes on my wrists and tied me to the bars
so they were stretched wide and over my head.

   Then he bent down, and rubbing my ankles, he tied them to the bars up
against the walls.  Not as wide as the spreader bar, but almost.  He ran
his hands up and down my legs lovingly.  Then he slapped the inside of my
thigh.  He seemed to like it, so he slapped the other one.  He was crouched
down, staring up at me, just slapping my thighs and watching me wince.

   He stood up and told me to look at the floor.  He said, "Open." This
time I did it right away and he fastened the bit on me.  He caught me
looking at all of the strange things in the case, things like rising crops
for horses and whips and shiny metal, and he said, "Maybe it's best you
don't know." And he took a long, silky black cloth and tied it around my
head twice, and tied it at the side.  Now I couldn't see anything.  It was
kind of better because one of those spotlights was aimed at me and it was
kind of bright.

   Daddy said, "Beautiful, beautiful.  You look so beautiful like that. 
You have no idea." And then I felt what must have been the crop hit my
nipple.  daddy teased it around the nipple in circles, then slap!  hit me
right on the nipple with it.  He ran the end of the crop around my body,
then started in on the other nipple, slap!

   Next I felt him running it up and down my legs.  I shook my head, no,
but he kept rubbing it on my thighs and SLAP he hit the inside of my thighs
with it, hard.  Then he hit the other one.  I started going a little limp,
and daddy rubbed the insides of my thighs with his hand.  His hand felt so
cold.  I felt his lips on my hard sore nipple, and if I could have, I would
have smiled.

   There was nothing for a few minutes, and I got a little disoriented, no
Daddy's hand, only sounds, rifling through the case.  Then I felt the whip
on my tits.  It was a little whip, and Daddy was not kind about using it
harshly.

   He used it gently on my tummy, then started to whip my pussy.  I shook
my head and he stopped.  I felt him unfastening the bit.  He took it off my
face and I moved my jaw around, gently testing it for movement, feeling the
soreness.  daddy kissed my sore mouth hard.  He stuck his tongue in and I
kissed back hungry, needy.

   He asked, "Do you love your Daddy?"

   "Yes."

   "and you want your Daddy to be happy?"

   "Yes"

   "Then you are going to let daddy do whatever he wants, aren't you,
little girl?"

   "Yes daddy."

   And he started whipping my cunt.  I bit my lip and took it for my Daddy.

   He stopped and cupped a hand on my mound.  "This is Daddy's cunt isn't
it?"

   "Yes, daddy."

   "You have no idea how wonderful it is to see that cunt all sore and red
and used..." He paused.  He said quietly, "...And violated."

   I was still blindfolded, but I heard him rummaging around and he nudged
my legs a little further apart.  I felt something near my pussy, which was
embarassingly slippery and wet.  How could I be so wet?  Daddy didn't rub
me or anything to make me so wet.  daddy pinched my pussy lips a few times.
He pulled the lips apart.  I felt Daddy pushing something hard up into my
pussy, pushing farther and farther.  I couldn't tell what it was.  But
Daddy stopped, and after a few moments he kind of sighed, a contented sigh.

   He told me, "Now hold it there."

   I heard him move away and heard the couch springs.  I realized Daddy was
just sitting there on the couch looking at me.  Seing me tied up against
the wall, spread-eagled, blindfolded, probably with red marks all over my
body and something sticking out of my cunt.

   He said, "You are making your Daddy very happy." and I flushed with
pleasure and pride.  I liked being tied up.  I liked being on display.  I
liked knowing I was pleasuring him.  I was learning a lot.

   He said, "Maybe I should bring some friends in now and let them see you
like this." I cringed inside.  "Maybe I should let them whip you and touch
you and stick their fingers in your cunt.  Would you like that?  Strange
men's fingers in your cunt?"

   I shook my head nooooo.  I just want Daddy.  He asked, "How do you know
we're alone, anyways, how do you know I haven't got men here already,
watching, seeing you like this?" I was horrified.  I wanted to cover up. 
But my cunt became suddenly soaked and whatever was in my pussy slid out.

   I thought maybe Daddy was going to punish me.  But he came over and took
the blindfold off.  I blinked under the bright lights.  "See?  There's no
one here.  Daddy would never do that to his babygirl.  You are Mine. 
Always.  He cut the rope right off my wrists, and rubbed them, then bent
down and untied my ankles.

   He picked me up and carried me over to the couch.  He got out some kind
of cream and rubbed it all over me, and it felt so nice.  He sat between my
open legs and rubbed the cream on my pussy.  He stared at me, loving me, so
pleased with me, and kept rubbing.  He saw me getting excited and he
smiled. "So predictable, little girl." He inserted one finger and said, "I
know you're dying to rub that pussy.  Rub that pussy for Daddy."

   I reached down and used my fingers to open my pussy lips and started
rubbing my finger really fast next to my clit.  I looked over at the chair,
over at the wall, up at Daddy.  Daddy held his finger in my pussy and
watched.  I like it when he watches.  "Go ahead and come for Daddy.  You've
been such a good girl.  Show Daddy what you like.  Such a nasty girl,
rubbing her clit for Daddy.  Such a good girl..." and I bucked my hips up
and started to come.  Daddy pushed his finger in hard, all the way as I
came and said, "That's the way.  That's the way.  Good girl."

   I was so exhausetd, I almost fell right asleep.  I felt like I was in a
trance.  I tried to talk but couldn't I heard daddy go up the stairs.  He
wasn't leaving, was he?" But I couldn't even move to see.  He unlocked the
door and opened it, then I heard his steps coming back down.

   He picked me up and carried me up the steps.  He kicked the basement
door shut behind him.  He carried me into my room and laid me in my bed and
pulled the covers up.

   He sat next to me on the edge of the bed stroking my hair.  He said,
"Don't worry.  We won't be going into the basement every night.  Only when
you've been very bad.  If you don't do as you are told.  If you don't do
everything Daddy says.  And sometimes, like tonight, I am going to take you
down there for no reason at all.  Just as a reminder.  But always remember,
no matter what Daddy does, he always loves you.  But we will go back in the
basement.  And there will be pain.