Richard: Goodnight, hugggs and loves.
Richard: I love you.
Daisy: I love you!
Daisy smiled happily as she put her phone down and snuggled into her pillows. They’d been through a lot but they loved each other. He’d just gotten a diagnosis of MS and he’d been really upset and distant for about a week but he was talking again. She knew this new diagnosis had hit him hard, especially after the last year.
Last January, he’d suddenly disappeared from her Facebook account and stopped answering phone calls. Daisy had been frantic and heartbroken but about a month later he’d finally messaged her that he’d been in the hospital. He’d had a stroke and his ex-wife and his daughter Kim had blocked his Facebook accounts.
He’d struggled to message and waited until his speech cleared before he’d felt confident to talk on the phone again but Daisy had been as supportive as she could from a distance and waited patiently.
The same thing had happened in June; he’d disappeared and stopped answering the phone. This time it was his daughter who text messaged.
Another, stronger stroke had hit leaving him more impaired than the first. Kim had messaged every few days to tell Daisy how her dad was doing and stressing how often her father said Daisy’s name.
She prayed for him and waited again, hoping against hope he would make a full recovery. Daisy loved him; he was her best friend, her daddy, her love, and her dom. Though they hadn’t met, both times the strokes had occurred he’d been making plans to visit her. He’d told her she was the love of his life… the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with and wake up next to every morning.
He’d fought his way back from the impairment of the stroke, telling her the biggest force driving him was being able to talk to her and his daughter Kim again.
He told her she was the most patient, faithful, and loving sub a man could hope to have and he loved her deeply. Daisy loved him just as deeply and knew she could continue to be patient.
So Daisy had done her best to tamp down her aching need for his dominance. The part of her that both craved and longed for the direction he could provide… the structure and discipline even when she was so anxious the need grew to a physical ache.
Daisy did her best to put on her big girl panties and push through. Her daddy was sick and he needed her to be strong. She could do it… she’d been strong for everyone all her life… strong for her parents when her mom got sick… for her dad when her mother died… for the rest of her family when her father was killed in a car accident… she could certainly do it for her daddy.
His daughter Kim was still in school and she understood that children had to be a priority. She’d told Richard that as long as he truly believed in their future together she would wait for him.
He lived in Montana and she in Texas so the logistics weren’t the best in the world but they could make it work. Of course he told her he absolutely did believe they had a future together… he told her she was his future.
Daisy sighed again as she closed her eyes, thinking about when they’d first started talking and he’d told her he wouldn’t make love to her until she was one hundred percent in love with him. Richard said he’d been hurt badly before and he wanted to be sure… he wanted her to be sure. She’d thought it was the most beautiful thing he could have said, especially when he followed it up with wanting to be her last lover.
When faced with a lifetime together it didn’t matter that he’d only followed through on three punishments in their year and a half together or that they’d only been able to share intimacy over the phone a handful of times. Granted, having someone else control your orgasms and seem to forget a sub couldn’t ask for permission to come when you aren’t available was really hard. Sometimes the need to come was enough to make her cry all on its own, especially when he’d deliberately gotten her worked up but he gave her permission on occasion and for now that was enough.
They shared the same values and he told her he was pleased she was a Christian because they could pray together. He spoke fluent Italian and called her mi bella and his beautiful baby girl. He often said things in Italian that she Googled the translation for, feeling like they were little secret love notes.
They loved each other and everything else was just noise. Daisy believed that if you gave your heart, you had to give it with everything in you and commit completely. Those three words were the most important in the world to her and she meant them with every fiber of her being.
As she drifted off to sleep, her last thought was how lucky they were to have found each other in such a big world.
The next morning she texted him after she got to work. Good morning! I hope you’re feeling better today!
He responded about an hour later. Hi, love.
She texted back Hi!
Daisy didn’t hear back but she got busy at work and then headed home looking forward to their normal chat before bed. Hopefully tonight was a night he’d be able to call and they could actually talk; she loved her daddy’s voice.
Finally in bed a few hours later, Daisy opened Facebook and went straight to messenger. When she pulled up their chat window there was a message that read, You cannot reply to this conversation.
Daisy frowned and went to pull up his account. He was gone! What happened? Had he had another stroke?
Daisy pulled up her BDSM baby girl profile. She only used it to talk to other life-stylers and Richard had made a daddy dom page that was connected to hers on Facebook. Her account declared their relationship status proudly: ln a relationship with Dom Dominic since October 31, 2016. Richard himself had entered the date.
When she pulled up his vanilla account, her heart nearly stopped. Richard had changed his profile picture to one of him and another woman; he’d also changed his name to Dick, which considering the circumstances was pretty appropriate. She tried desperately to make sense of what she was seeing. This was her daddy… her Richard.
The woman was obviously a romantic interest because there was a couple kissing in the border of the picture with little hearts bubbling up from the couple and across the bottom the name read LisDick.
It was a play on the celebrity couples the tabloids had given nicknames to a few years ago. TomKat… Jimenny… Brangelina… didn’t people realize the fad had died out when all the couples with the nicknames split up? Talk about setting a relationship up for failure! Not to mention the fact with a nickname like Dick, it sounded like a play on lipstick or limp dick.
Then the reality of what she was seeing hit like a physical pain in her chest and Daisy began to sob.
How could this man who told her he loved her so very much do this? It didn’t make sense. The man she’d fallen in love with… her daddy… her dominant would never do this to her.
She messaged from her BDSM profile… Daddyskitten.
I don’t understand… please help me understand how you could go from I love you when we said goodnight and a text saying hi love the next day to blocking me and posting a profile picture with what is obviously a new love interest. I just don’t understand.
Daisy cried off and on all night long, barely able to sleep, she was so distraught.
The next morning Daisy woke with a headache from all the tears shed the night before. With a soft shuddering sob she picked up her phone and went back to her BDSM profile, clicking on Richard’s vanilla page. He’d now updated it with a relationship status. Apparently he and Lisa Perez had been in a relationship since December 13, 2017.
Fresh tears burned behind her eyelids; it was now March 20, 2018, so for over three months she’d been sharing him with another woman and failed to realize it. Her heart felt as if it was being ripped from her body, the pain so deep it was visceral.
She pulled up Lisa’s profile and noticed she was from the Philippines. Daisy remembered several months ago when she’d commented on a new picture post on Richard’s page. At least two women from the Philippines had also commented, one saying “Looking good, sir” and another “Handsome, sir.”
She’d asked him why two submissives from the Philippines were commenting on his vanilla page.
He’d told her that he was a member of a couple of groups in the Philippines and they called everyone sir there. It wasn’t a BDSM group.
Daisy had let it go even though she had friends from the Philippines and knew they didn’t call everyone sir. It hadn’t seemed worth starting an argument. She gave a low derisive laugh at her own stupidity. There was no way this was a coincidence. Upon closer inspection of Lisa’s page she noticed that her relationship was with Richard Alan Krentz rather than Richard Krentz.
Taking a deep breath, Daisy clicked the name and the daddy dom page Richard had made for his new lady love popped up. As she inspected the page she saw the address listed was Keith Krentz and yet another knife stabbed into her heart.
She’d seen this page in December when he was making it and it had upset her because it used her favorite picture of Richard and he’d used the meme with a dom’s hands and the word ‘safe’ above them. It was the same one he’d used on the page he made for her. Daisy hadn’t understood why he would need a second BDSM page.
Richard had become enraged and berated her for her lack of trust. He told her the page was for work and that he had five different Facebook pages to check the applications he developed at work to see how they interacted with Facebook. Richard had said her behavior said a lot about how little she trusted him that she automatically assumed he was cheating on her.
Again she had believed him and actually had felt guilty for questioning him. Later he denied he was ever angry and told her he’d been frustrated that because he’d been with his daughter he hadn’t been able to take the time to deal with her insecurities the way he should have as her dom. Of course he had been cheating on her… probably the entirety of their relationship.
Now everything about their relationship was called into question. All of it could be a house of lies. He was certainly a lie; no dominant much less one who considered himself a daddy dom would ever treat a submissive the way he’d treated her. There were protocols to ending a BDSM relationship. The ending might still hurt but it should be clean and as gentle as was possible. No true dominant would leave a submissive feeling like she’d been drop-kicked by a mule and deliberately devastate her confidence as both a woman and a submissive.
It was fitting he now used three names like a serial killer, since he was a serial killer in a sense—a serial killer of hearts. In retrospect his lies seemed almost pathological and sociopathic.
She knew he had trichotillomania, which was often accompanied by additional psychological and personality disorders. She’d decided he had a mild case and appreciated his honesty about it and decided not to worry about it.
Daisy had figured if you commit yourself to love someone, you do it warts and all since everyone has failings. She was far from perfect and had plenty of faults herself. Daisy had believed their love was strong enough to stand up to these problems.
She could see now that her thought process had been completely faulty. That logic only worked if both parties loved the other and there was no way Richard ever loved her as he told her he did. The man she loved didn’t even exist; everything she’d believed about who he was as person was a lie. Most of what he’d told her was more than likely a lie.
Daisy called her friend Renee, who was also in the Facebook BDSM/spanko community.
When Renee answered, Daisy told her everything that had happened.
“I thought he was gas-lighting you over that new Facebook profile,” Renee told her.
“I’m so dumb,” Daisy said tightly.
“Not dumb,” Renee said firmly. “There is something else I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you. Richard private messaged Liz last week. He tried to strike up a conversation with her but gave up when she updated her profile status that she and Henry were back together.”
“This just gets better and better,” Daisy said with a humorless laugh.
“You’re better off without him. You deserve so much more than he ever gave you,” Renee told her earnestly.
“I know that in my head but my heart is having a hard time understanding how any of this is even possible,” she said softly.
“Have you talked to Jethro and told him about what has happened?” Renee asked.
Daisy’s tummy flipped at the mention of Jethro. He was one of her best friends and had actually been her training dom. Jethro was a detective for the Fort Worth police department and had been active in the local BDSM community for years. He’d guided her into the world of BDSM with baby steps, helping her embrace that side of her nature fully and without shame. They would never be in love but there was real love and caring between them.
Jethro had warned her about Richard several times. “No, I wouldn’t want to bother him with my problems,” Daisy told Renee.
“Jethro cares about you and would help you through this,” Renee said firmly.
“I know but I feel so dumb. Jethro warned me and I didn’t listen,” she said quietly. “I don’t want him to know what an idiot I am.”
“Again you aren’t an idiot,” Renee told her.
“I can’t help but feel that way.”
Renee paused. “It takes time but know people are here and we love you.”
“Thank you. I need to go. I’ll talk to you later.” Daisy quickly got off the phone before she started bawling like a baby again.
It wasn’t even twenty minutes later when Jethro texted her.
Jethro: Are you okay? Renee told me what happened with Richard.
Daisy: I wish she hadn’t done that. I’m fine.
Jethro: Don’t lie to me, young lady.
Tears filled her eyes at his words. She had always been able to tell Jethro anything without fear of judgment. In fact she’d shared a lot of the problems she’d had with Richard. Jethro had thought him shady and continually told her she deserved better and that even if Richard’s intentions were good he obviously couldn’t give her the level of dominance she needed due to his health.
Jethro had told Daisy long ago she needed a full-time dom and disciplinarian who could keep her on track and keep her centered and balanced. Of course Daisy had thought Richard was that man; she’d really believed that once they’d gotten past his illnesses, things would improve and his dominance would come to the forefront.
Daisy: I just feel so stupid for falling for his shit.
Jethro: You aren’t stupid. What would you think about a session? A good spanking has always gone a long way to clear your head when you’re upset.
Daisy’s bottom clenched reflexively at his words. Jethro was a no-nonsense spanker. He spanked hard and pushed her limits. He was always able to read her perfectly and knew just how far to push her to bring her to tears or contrition as needed. Did she want a spanking? Did she want a spanking from Jethro? He wouldn’t go easy on her because she was sad.
Daisy: I’m not sure. You spank hard.
Jethro: I give you what you need. No more and no less. You know it will help you deal with what has happened.
She knew he was right. When they’d been playing regularly they had often joked about Jethro’s ability to hit her reset button and clear the cobwebs out of her brain.
She did need a session… to submit, to clear her head and get centered.
A session with Jethro wouldn’t heal her heart but it would go a long way to restoring the ground she’d lost in her confidence as a woman and as a submissive.
Apparently Jethro had gotten impatient with waiting for her to respond because the phone rang and his name appeared on her phone screen.
Taking a deep breath, Daisy answered.
“Hey, hon, tell me where your head is at,” he said without preamble.
“I feel like such an idiot,” Daisy told her friend.
“You aren’t an idiot. He’s the idiot,” Jethro said vehemently.
“Anyway… because I’m a gullible fool I bought all his shit—hook, line, and sinker. You were right, he was never going to give me what I need,” she said in a rush. “I’m not sure I even believe he was ever sick now.”
“What you have now is real closure. Fuck that guy!” Jethro told her.
“He’s certainly no dom or daddy dom to treat any sub that way,” Daisy told him.
“It doesn’t matter. Fuck that guy, he doesn’t deserve any space in your head,” Jethro told her firmly.
“You’re right. I think I need to focus on me for a while. I want to get healthy and more confident,” she said decisively. “I gained a lot of confidence working with you. Richard has knocked me off my feet again.”
“It’s a good time to get back up and start fresh,” he told her.
“I think you’re right; a session with you would help me find my center again,” Daisy said softly.
“It absolutely would,” he said.
They scheduled to meet in a few days at his house and Daisy couldn’t suppress a shiver of anticipation. It had been so long since she’d been able to submit herself completely. The few games Richard had played hadn’t even tapped the surface of her need.
Jethro would not only paddle her ass, he would dominate her completely, commanding her full attention and leaving no room for anything in her head but him.
That was probably what she missed most… the way a true dominant could make the world go quiet for a while, calming your fears and alleviating all the stress and tension filling your body, leaving you unable to do anything but feel.
Daisy was surprised at the sudden trickle of moisture between her thighs. She smiled as she realized she’d gotten a little lost in thoughts of being under Jethro’s control.
As she got ready to go to work, Daisy opened the drawer that held her vibrators and saw Big Bob, the giant dildo Richard had her buy to represent his large cock. Daisy smirked; that was probably a lie too.
Bob was twelve inches long and almost ten inches in circumference at its widest point. She’d never been able to take more than a few inches of the toy because it was so thick.
Glaring at Bob, she tried to decide what to do with it. It was a reminder of Richard she no longer wanted. Daisy grinned as an idea occurred to her.
It was Richard’s birthday in a little less than two weeks. The large box of sugar-free toffee she’d bought for him was in her freezer. The man probably wasn’t even diabetic and she had a better present for him now. Humming to herself, Daisy carried the heavy dildo into the kitchen and grabbed her largest utility knife.
She enjoyed hacking the representation of Richard’s cock to pieces so much she almost wished she had another one. The action was truly therapeutic.
Pulling the box from the freezer, Daisy carefully unwrapped the decorative paper to open the box then dumped the toffee into the trash. Once that was done she carefully replaced the candy with dismembered Bob then rewrapped the package. On her way to work she would stop at the post office and ship Richard his birthday present.
It really was a fitting gift, a dick for a dick.
Every day Daisy felt a little stronger. She still got a little weepy on occasion, but when she was feeling sad she wrote in an effort to express the myriad emotions running through her.
Knowing the depths
of your perfidy
the pain shouldn’t
I am eviscerated
by your lies
and the knowledge
that the love I lost
existed only in
the beat of
my own heart
never in yours
The poem brought more tears, but it also released something deep inside her, so the next day she wrote another.
I want to reach for you
my pain and my need
so great they still my breath
but my love is not there
the man I thought
you to be never existed
you were my world
yet you abandoned me
or even a word
you were gone
leaving me alone
to mourn what never was
to anyone but me
Letting the words out was like purging poison from her soul, leaving her feeling sad but also relieved. Her friends were right; Richard Alan Krentz was not worth one of her tears and had no place in her mind, heart, or soul. She deserved far better.
Daisy straightened her spine; she wasn’t ready to open her heart again but someday she would be and when that time came it would be to a man worthy of everything she had to give. A real man… a true dominant who could give her what she needed to make her heart, soul, and mind bloom open for him like a flower to the sun.
Daisy knocked on Jethro’s door, her heart in her throat. It had been a long time since she’d stood on this threshold to accept whatever punishment, pain, or pleasure Jethro felt she needed.
Butterflies leapt to life in her belly.
Then Jethro was there opening his arms to her and she flew into her friend’s embrace, feeling safe for the first time in a week. She cried against his chest, pouring out her sorrow and her rage at Richard’s lies.
Jethro held her for a while, letting her cry and then he caught her by the shoulders and stood her away from him. “No more.”
“What?” she asked with a sniffle.
With a firm finger beneath her chin, he lifted her eyes to his. “He deserves no space in your heart or mind. I think it’s time to get you into a better head space.”
Pressing a hand to the small of her back, he ushered her to the living room then stopped. “Strip.”
Daisy felt a flush creep up her neck and into her face; usually they talked a little before starting a session. “Usually we talk a little before…”
“That’s not what you need today. Strip… every second you make me wait is a stroke of the cane,” Jethro said, an implacable expression on his face.
She shivered at the words and the stern expression in his eyes and immediately pulled her shirt over her head then kicked off her shoes so she could get her pants off, only to stop when she was in her panties and bra.
“Good girl. Now the rest of it; this hesitation has you at four cane strokes before anything else.”
Four cane strokes? Daisy quickly shed her bra and panties, leaving her inhibition behind. As she stood naked before him, Jethro became her only focus and she dropped to her knees at his feet, submission washing over her.
A gentle hand stroked the top of her head. “I want you to bend over with your hands flat on the coffee table, legs shoulder width apart.”
She hurried to comply, her breasts swaying heavily beneath her as she took position, arching her bottom high. Daisy kept her eyes forward, knowing from previous experience not to look back.
The thin cane came to rest against the under curve of her bottom, reminding her of what was to come.
“You will count them,” he told her.
“Yes, sir,” she replied and the cane left her bottom then came back with a whooshing sound to leave a line of fire across her sit spots. Her back bowed and she gasped. “One!”
Another stroke fell directly below the first and she whimpered before calling out, “Two!”
Daisy was glad she only had four strokes coming. She hated the cane! “Three!”
“Four!” She was so relieved when the last stroke fell, she almost relaxed her position but remembered herself just in time.
A smooth flat object slid between her legs to rest against the lips of her sex. Jethro rubbed it back and forth across her bare mound, wringing a soft moan from her. “Move your legs further apart.”
Daisy eagerly shifted to open herself completely to Jethro. She was rewarded with a sharp swat of what she knew was a wooden spoon directly on her clit. “Oooh!”
“I think having a stinging pussy while you suck my cock will help keep that mind of yours focused on me. Don’t you, little girl?” he asked almost conversationally while he delivered several more sharp swats to her vulnerable slit.
“Yes, sir!” she cried out as an especially hard smack caught the edge of her clit again. The pain each time morphed into pleasure that had her clit swelling in response. In the past Jethro had brought her to orgasm spanking her pussy, but this time he stopped just before she was able to come.
“Get on your knees,” he told her and Daisy sank down once more before him, licking her lips as she watched him unfasten his jeans to free his turgid cock. It had been so long and suddenly she was hungry for the taste of him… the feel of him in her mouth.
She leaned forward, taking the swollen head between her lips, sucking and licking all around it. He felt so good.
Jethro let her play with the head of his cock a little while before he firmly fisted his hands in the hair on either side of her head. “Play time is over.”
All the tension that had been filling her for the last week left her body in a rush and Daisy relaxed as he drove deep into her throat. He took her mouth hard, his pelvis slapping against her lips, making her gag as the head of his cock hit the back of her throat.
She held onto his hips for balance as he fucked her face, tears streaming as she fought her gag reflex and did her best to continue sucking and licking every part of his cock she could reach.
“Good girl,” he told her as he continued to drive in and out of her mouth. “You take a face fuck so well… such a good sub.”
Then he rammed in hard and stiffened, filling the back of her throat with cum. Daisy sighed in pleasure, swallowing everything he gave her and licking him clean.
Sitting back on her heels, she looked up at him and smiled. She had no decisions to make here… nothing to worry about… all she had to do was obey.
There was no one in this moment but her and Jethro.
“I want you to go bend over the end of the bed with your legs spread wide and wait for me,” Jethro instructed.
Daisy rose to her feet gracefully and hurried to do as he’d told her. As she walked into the bedroom, she saw the large wooden school paddle, his belt, a big paint stick, a smaller fly-back paddle, and a large dildo laid out on his dresser.
The butterflies were back as she bent over the end of the bed and spread her legs wide. She wondered if he planned to use all of it on her and which he would use first. Wetness leaked down her inner thighs as she thought about the spanking to come. The spanking she desperately needed and the other delights sure to follow.
Sometimes after a spanking he used to take her ass… hard… she shuddered at the thought of it. The dominance of the act was enough to steal her breath. She’d both loved and hated it; it always hurt at first but quickly the pain entwined with the sweetest pleasure.
Daisy was brought back to reality by the feel of a large rectangular object resting against her ass. The big school paddle.
“I think I need to regain your focus,” Jethro said.
“I’m focused! I swear!” she protested but it was too late; the paddle left and came back hard, bringing her up on her toes with a little mewl.
“I want to make sure I keep your attention,” he told her as he delivered five more swats in quick succession in the exact same spot, each one bringing her up on her toes with a gasp. She sighed in relief as she heard him lay the paddle on the dresser.
Then the thin paint stick began to fall all across her bottom in quick strikes with no discernible pattern. Daisy began to wriggle her bottom in an effort to evade the mean little instrument but Jethro allowed her no escape.
When her bottom felt like a horde of bees had stung it everywhere, she heard the sound of the wicked stick being laid back on the dresser. She rested her face against the cool comforter as she waited to find out what he’d spank her with next.
Jethro’s hand moved between her legs to stroke through her slit, making her hiss with pleasure.
“You’re dripping wet. Enjoying your spanking?”
Daisy groaned in embarrassment before jerking her head up in surprise when he suddenly thrust his cock into her ass hard. “Owww… I… ohhhhh!”
He grabbed a fistful of her hair in his hand and jerked her head back as he began to pump vigorously in and out of her ass so hard his balls slapped against her clit with every thrust. ”You like it when I fuck your ass hard like a naughty girl, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir!” she said breathlessly.
She went up on her toes and spread her legs even further apart, wanting him deeper and harder despite the slight discomfort. Daisy gave a low moan of need as he pounded against her cervix then couldn’t hold back a wail of despair when he pulled out completely.
Before she could even voice a thought, the fly-back paddle fell multiple times on her left sit spot. Jethro didn’t stop getting the same exact spot over and over until she was pleading for him to spank another place.
“Please, somewhere else!” she yelped.
Then he obliged and gave the right sit spot the same treatment; tears were precariously close to the surface by the time he finished and dropped the paddle next to her head. She was caught in a world between pleasure and pain when he thrust back into her ass, her body awash in sensation. It was as if every nerve ending in her body was now firing simultaneously.
“Please!” Daisy begged him.
“You’re not allowed to come without permission,” Jethro told her firmly as he thrust in to the hilt. He paused for a moment seated deep within her ass then slowly pulled out and slammed back inside hard.
She panted, sweat forming on her skin as she fought back the rising tide of pleasure. He rode her for several more minutes then pulled out again.
“I’m going to give you ten strokes of my belt,” he told her.
Jethro rested a hand in the small of her back as he laid the belt across her upturned ass quickly, leaving five evenly spaced strokes over the expanse of her bottom. He changed sides and laid the last five. Her ass was on fire and she knew she would feel this session every time she sat for several days.
She yelped when the tip of the belt snapped up against her tender slit three times, renewing the sting from the attentions of the wooden spoon earlier and seeming to magnify the emptiness of her core.
Then he cupped a sore ass cheek in each hand and spread her wide as he speared into her ass once more. Daisy felt herself lifting her ass to meet each thrust as he took her hard and fast until he stiffened behind her and she felt the splash of his seed deep in her back channel.
“Good girl,” Jethro said, patting her sore ass gently. “I want you on your hands and knees in the middle of the bed.”
Daisy moved into the requested position and was barely in place before she felt the head of the dildo at her entrance. Jethro drove it inside her to the hilt, her wetness easing its way as it forced her inner muscles to stretch around it.
“Oooohooo!” She wailed her pleasure as he filled her greedy channel.
“Now you can come,” he told her, fucking her hard with the toy.
Daisy was so primed she came with the fifth thrust, loudly screaming her pleasure. Jethro didn’t pause as he continued to fuck her hard and fast with the dildo, driving her straight from one orgasm to another.
She was completely lost in sensation, keening in a continuous moan as he relentlessly drove her need higher and higher; she heard a buzzing sound a second before Jethro pressed a vibrator against her clit.
He stopped all movement for a moment and pulled back the vibrator. “Repeat after me, ‘I am a good sub and I will never again settle for less than I deserve.’”
“Jethro!” she wailed in protest.
In response he delivered several sharp swats to her burning ass. “What did I tell you to do, young lady?”
“I am a good sub and I will never again settle for less than I deserve,” she said in a rush.
Jethro rewarded her with more deep thrusts of the dildo. She pressed her chest to the bed, lifting her hips even more to give him better access as he began to slam the thick cock in and out of her even harder while the vibrator rode her clit once more.
“Again,” he ordered.
“I can’t!” she whined, hanging on the edge of something huge. The vibrator moved for a minute and Jethro slapped his hand down on her pussy, making her clench down even harder on the big cock inside her.
“Now!” he commanded.
“I am a good sub and I will never again settle for less than I deserve,” she sobbed with tears of frustration and need dripping down her cheeks.
“Good girl,” he told her as he began ramming the dildo in and out of her even harder so deep, each inward thrust slammed against her cervix. Then he placed the vibrator against her clit again.
“Oh god oh god oh god…” she chanted then Jethro suddenly twisted the dildo high inside her and her world went white.
Her body shook with the force of the orgasm and she felt liquid squirt from her body as the orgasm seemed to go on forever. Jethro continued to fuck her with the vibrator pressed tight to her clit, determined to wring every ounce of pleasure possible from her body. With a keening wail, one final shudder ran through Daisy and she collapsed to the bed with a soft little moan.
Jethro removed the toys from her, making her shudder again and pulled her against him as they recovered from the intensity of the session. He cupped her face and tilted it up to his. “You’re a good sub and the right dom will treasure you. That’s what you deserve.”
“I…” she began uncertainly.
“Do you need another spanking?” he asked with a raised brow.
“No, sir,” Daisy rushed to say.
“Repeat after me, ‘I am a good sub and I will never again settle for anything less than I deserve,’” Jethro instructed.
She gave him a tremulous smile. “I am a good sub and I will never again settle for anything less than I deserve.”
He nodded and then pressed the large dildo and vibrating egg into her hand. “Homework. Every night you will use these and make yourself come at least twice while repeating those words. Once you’ve completed your assignment you will text me and tell me about it before going to sleep.”
“Yes, sir,” Daisy said with a blush.
“Good girl,” he said, kissing her forehead. “Now we nap. You wore me out.”
She laughed her first real laugh since that terrible morning. Her body was sated, completely replete after a year and a half of neglect with a shitty dom and even less of a man. Her heart still hurt but she was definitely on the right road to recovery.
Daisy might be badly bruised but she was not broken.