Daddy's Bratty Princess

All characters over the age of 18. Daddy Dom, and his submissive brat. No incest.

"I'm on my way brat. You better be ready when I get there."

"Yes, Daddy."

I stripped out of my clothes and put them in the laundry. I grabbed Daddy's favorite whip out of his toy chest and went to my spot on the floor. I would wait here on my knees until he got home.

He told me he was coming home now, knowing he had a long drive home from the airport. He knew I would get into position immediately. I was already in trouble, and not being here and ready by the time he got home meant I would earn myself another punishment.

He wanted me to take this time on my knees to think about my punishment and why I deserved it. He wanted me to think about how the whip would sting and burn with each pass along my skin. He wanted me to think about whether or not the orgasm I had was worth it.

I didn't mean to cum without his permission but Daddy knew how much it turned me on to hear about all the dirty things he wanted to do to me. He kept teasing me with stories about how much he likes to rough me up. He likes it when my ass is so red and bruised that it hurts to sit for hours or days at a time even. He likes to bring the whip down on my body as I cry out in exquisite pain. He loves to leave marks where I, and everyone else can see. He wants everyone to know exactly who owns me.

Just thinking about it now had me wiggling on the floor in excitement. I loved seeing Daddy's marks on my body. I loved feeling him every time I moved. The burning sensation I felt with every movement never failed to make me wet and needy.

It didn't stop with the pain though. Daddy loved to take care of me. I was his brat, and his princess all rolled into one. He was strong and severe when he needed to be, but he was also caring, and he always knew exactly what I needed. He would take his time marking me and then he would hold me to him as I came down from my high. My head was always cradled under his chin, with one hand in my hair, and one wrapped around my body to rub at my back. He would speak softly praising me for how well I took my punishment.

I sat there for what felt like an eternity on my knees before I heard Daddy's footsteps outside the door. My back was straight, with my chin to my chest, and my eyes cast to the floor, my arms were up and out, and cradled in my hands was Daddy's favorite whip just waiting for him to come grab it and take control.

The door opened and Daddy's shoes appeared on the floor in front of me. "Look at you, my beautiful little whore. Waiting for Daddy just he asked."

"Welcome home Daddy," I said without looking up.

Daddy reached out and ran a hand through my hair before gripping it and pulling it back and down so that I was looking up at him. My mouth was almost even with the hard cock I knew was hidden right behind the zipper of his jeans. If I licked my lips like I wanted, I knew I would get a smack across the cheek. I kept my mouth closed.

With his other hand, Daddy cupped my cheek and ran his thumb over it in a soothing motion "I missed you brat, but you've disappointed me. I wish I could take you to the couch right now and get you reacquainted with my cock, but I think Daddy needs to punish his little whore. Isn't that, right?"

I blinked up at him disappointed in myself. "Yes, Daddy. I'm sorry I wasn't a good girl while you were gone, Sir."

Daddy leaned down and kissed my forehead before removing his hand from my cheek and using it to take the whip from my hands. "Get to the bedroom, brat."

"Yes, Sir." I said as I dropped my hands and began to crawl. I didn't always have to crawl, and Daddy was usually an understanding man, but I didn't want to test him while he had the whip in his hands.

No sooner did that thought leave my head, did I hear the whip swing through the air. Then I felt the sting as it brushed against my ass. "Faster slut. I've had a long flight and I'm ready to turn my brats' body a rainbow of different colors, as I forget all about it."

I picked up the pace as best I could while crawling to the bedroom. Once I got there I stood up and bent my body over the bed. Daddy always liked me to present myself this way first for punishments. He liked my ass up and out. He liked turning my ass and thighs red, before turning me over so he could lash at my breasts and pussy.

I felt his hands caress each of my cheeks. "I love that this beautiful body is all mine. I wish you would remember that when I'm not here whore."

"I'm sorry, Sir."

I felt Daddy's hand slip down the crack of my ass to my pussy. He pushed two of his fingers inside. "Daddy's girl is nice and wet, just as I knew she would be. You can't get enough of Daddy punishing you, can you?

"No, Sir. I love when you mark me as yours."

He pumped his fingers in and out a few times causing me to squirm a bit, before he pulled them from my pussy and brought them to my mouth, "clean them whore."

He shoved them in as my mouth greedily accepted the intrusion. I sucked and licked Daddy's fingers clean as he used the other hand to drag the whip across my back.

"Thats enough, brat." Daddy said as he pulled his fingers from my mouth and ran his hand down my back one last time before he told me to count.

I cried out after each lash of the whip across my ass and thighs. "One... Two... Three... Four..."

I was in tears and could barely remember what number I was supposed to be on when I felt Daddy's hands rubbing my ass. It stung and I couldn't help but cry out as his hands were rough against my sore bottom.

"You're being such a good girl for Daddy. Why don't you climb up on the bed and roll over Princess?"

I did as he asked and carefully climbed on the bed. With my hands I reached out to grab the headboard, and then I spread my legs wide. Just how Daddy liked.

He reached out with one hand to wipe some of the tears from my face. "We're almost done Princess. Daddy just wants to make his nice big tits, and his beautiful little pussy burn."

I closed my eyes savoring the moment before the succession of stinging and burning would begin again.

At the same time Daddy leaned down and took one of my nipples into his mouth lapping and nipping at it until I was writhing in pleasure. Just before I could let out a moan Daddy bit down hard eliciting a scream from me. He leaned back chuckling. "You're so responsive my little whore, I love it... Count."

Once again, I counted out as Daddy lashed at my breasts, stomach, thighs, and pussy with the whip. It was much harder to stay still for Daddy this way. I would squirm or let go of the headboard, and lose count. That always made him angry and sometimes it would earn me a couple more lashes.

I don't remember much after Daddy began, but I do remember the few times Daddy brought the whip down across my pussy. At some point I must have blacked out because the next thing I remembered was finding myself in Daddy's lap as he wiped the tears from my face, "you did so well for Daddy," he said putting his hand on the back of my head, puling me forward for a brief kiss.

He then tucked my head under his chin, and slid a hand into my hair and wrapped the other one around my waist holding me close to his clothed body. "I want you to stay naked tonight, so you can see what Daddy does to bad little brats who cum when they're not supposed to."

"Yes, Sir," I said, as I burrowed further into his body.

We sat like that for a while just enjoying being near each other. Daddy wasn't afraid of telling me how much he missed me while he was away on business. So, I know he needed these quiet moments as much I did.

"Good girl," Daddy said after a few moments, as he unwound his hand from my hair, and patted my naked bottom with the other. "Let's go to the living room. You can warm Daddy's cock while he plays his game."

In the living room Daddy sat on the couch with me between his legs just holding his cock in my mouth. It was my favorite place to be. Even though I was the one worshiping Daddy while he played his game, he never failed to give me the attention I needed. Every couple of minutes Daddy would take his hands off of the controller to run a hand through my hair, or caress my cheek, if there was a longer pause, he would rub my back. The entire time he would praise me for being his perfect little princess, and the best cock worshipper.

When Daddy eventually turned the game off and leaned back putting his hands behind his head, I knew exactly what he wanted.

I popped off of him and sat back looking up at Daddy. "Can I please suck your cock Daddy?"

"Yes, Princess. Get to work."

It was uncomfortable after being on my knees for so long and my body was still on fire from my punishment, but this is what I loved. I always started by licking Daddy's cock from the root to tip. I liked dipping my tongue in his slit, then running my tongue back down to his balls. Then I would suck in just the tip and swirl my tongue around his head. I would repeat that for a while teasing Daddy until he reached out and grabbed my head with both hands. "Enough playing whore," he said before he pulled me fully onto his cock. He then directed my every movement until he was ready to cum. He pulled out and jacked himself off until he was spurting rope after rope of cum onto my face.

Daddy leaned back once again to catch his breath. I sat with my hands on my knees looking to Daddy waiting for direction. He peeked open an eye and stared at me through it before sitting forward and wiping some of his cum into my mouth. I lapped it up eagerly loving the taste of Daddy on my tongue. It was a treat I didn't deserve so I was going to enjoy every last bit he fed me, and he scooped up every bit.

When he was done, Daddy stood and reached out a hand to me. "Come on Princess. Let's get you in the shower, we both need to clean up. Then I want to get you to bed. You've been a good girl for Daddy tonight, I can't wait to reward you with the cuddles I know you've been missing since I left earlier this week."

I took his hand and let him lead me to the bathroom. He wasn't wrong, I couldn't wait to snuggle up to Daddy in bed for the night. It was my favorite reward.