Becoming Daddy’s Good Girl 7: Bratty Sister Gets Spanked

Becoming Daddy’s Good Girl
Chapter Seven: Bratty Sister Gets Spanked
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

A hand shook my shoulder as I slept. I didn’t want to wake up. I was still so tired from yesterday. So much had happened yesterday. I went on a roller coaster of emotions. It started off with Daddy taking me to a private dungeon to show off how much of a good girl I was. My eighteen-year-old body was on display for the other Master’s and their submissive sex slaves, some as young as me, others older. There were even mother/daughter teams of submissives.

That should have been a clue for what happened when we returned home.

I was flogged, canned, and spanked by Daddy at the dungeon. Then I was fucked by every master in there. A Black man, with his huge cock, even fucked my ass. They all came on me, painting me with cum. I had so many orgasms, from the pain and the pleasure, that I hit subspace. I was lost, time passing as ecstasy gripped me. I did not know hours had passed when I came out of it, my body covered in so much jizz.

But I had proved myself that I was Daddy’s good girl. That I would submit do <em>any</em> of his desires. I was excited despite how tired I was. Daddy would reward me when we returned home, giving me the choker I wore about my neck, a gold chain with a dolphin charm. Inscribed on the charm was: “Melody, Daddy’s Good Girl.”

I was his good girl.

The hand shook me harder. I let out a soft groan, not wanting to give up sleep as I remembered yesterday. When we returned home, instead of getting my choker right away, we were caught by Mommy. Or, I should say, Mommy was waiting for us. I thought she was out of town for another week with my bratty, fraternal twin sister Alice. When I saw her, fear shot through me.

She knew I was Daddy’s sex slave and lover. That we had committed incest. That Daddy had fucked my barely legal cunt.

But she wasn’t mad. She knew about everything already. I was in shock, confused. She took me upstairs and bathed me. It was so sensual and loving. She told me all about how her daddy, my grandfather, had trained Mommy to be a good girl, and how she met my daddy at a dungeon. They fell in love, and grandfather sold her to Daddy as part of their wedding ceremony. When my sister and I were born, Mommy was eager to raise us to be good girls.

I was far more submissive than Alice.

Then Daddy showed up and we had a hot threesome last night. He gave me his choker, claiming me as his second sex slave to serve with Mommy. And then we pleased Daddy all night. Mom licked his cum off my tits, I licked his cum out of her cunt. We shared lesbian passion while Daddy watched, getting him hard for another round with our bodies.

So I was exhausted and did not want to wake up this morning. My youthful body was drained.

“Melody,” Mommy whispered in my ear, “you need to get up and be a good girl. Daddy needs us.”

Those words cut through the fog lingering on my thoughts. My eyes shot open. I was in their bed, sleeping between them. We had fallen asleep like that, both of them hugging me, sharing this moment of familial, forbidden love. I leaned back into Mommy’s tits, moaning softly as I realized what she meant.

“Sorry, Mommy. I’m…” A yawn broke off my words. “…sooo tired.”

“It’s okay,” she smiled. “He’s still asleep. But we need to wake him up properly. And I believe you know how to do that.”

I smiled, squirming, feeling her nipples hard against my back. The nipples I had suckled on as a baby. It was so wicked. My pussy flushed instantly with my excitement. A rush of tingling delight rippled up my body as I stared at Daddy’s muscular chest.

He was so handsome. Barbwire tattoos crisscrossed him. Fire burned around his arms, sleeve tattoos, and a naked, submissive woman with a collar and leash knelt on his upper arm. It was Mommy. I never realized it before. It was romantic and sweet. I always knew my parents loved each other. It was in the little things between them, not just the great deal of satisfaction Mommy took in cleaning and cooking and taking care of him, but in their shared glances and brushing hands.

True intimacy.

I had deluded myself in thinking I could take Mommy’s place. Daddy didn’t want me to replace her, he wanted to include me. He loved us both, and Alice, I guess. I didn’t want to think of my bratty sister right now. She was at a slumber party at Donna’s. When she came home, her training would begin.

I hoped she wouldn’t be too stubborn.

I pushed down the blanket as I moved on the bed, my brown hair—still in a braid since I fell asleep before undoing it—slipped off my shoulder as I kissed down his stomach. I exposed his dick, lying half-hard across his crotch, dark pubic hair curling around the base.

“Mmm, wake Daddy up in style,” Mommy purred, her hands sliding up to cup her breasts.

I paused. “I’ve been doing this the last two weeks.” I grasped Daddy’s cock, offering it to her. “You should do it, Mommy.”

She smiled and shook her head. “No, no, honey. Wake him up. Show me how much of a good girl you are for Daddy.”

My pussy clenched at her words. I leaned down, breathing in Daddy’s musk, thick with the scent of dried cum. I licked up his cock, gathering the traces of silvery, dry jizz, wetting his dick as I rose to the spongy tip, I swirled around it, stroking his dick, feeling it harden in my hand. Rising firm because of my touch.

My hips shook, my pussy growing wetter as my tongue drove lazy circles about his cock. I loved the texture of his crown on my tongue. He grew harder and bigger, swelling in my stroking hand. My lips widened, sucking his throbbing tip into my mouth.

Daddy groaned in his sleep.

The masculine sound sent a shiver through me. I popped my mouth off the tip so I could lick him again. I started at the base, loving the taste of him, how he throbbed as my tongue ran higher and higher up his cock until I reached the tip again. He groaned again as my tongue swiped across his crown, gathering the bead of precum.

“That’s it,” praised Mommy. “Oh, you’re just turning into a little cocksucker.”

“I am, Mommy,” I beamed. “I’m just a slut like you are.”

She laughed, her large tits jiggling. Like me, she had fallen asleep with her brown hair in a braid. It fell over her shoulder and dangled down to brush her right nipple. I stared at the strand of hair tickling her nub, wanting to tease her myself. To suckle.

But I had Daddy’s cock to suck on first.

I engulfed his dick again, sucking as hard as I could. My cheeks hollowed from the force. My tongue swirled around the tip while my right hand fisted his dick. My left hand massaged his balls, heavy with a night’s worth of cum to spurt into my mouth.

Yummy, delicious, creamy cum.

I bobbed my mouth as he groaned again. He moved, his hips twitching. My tits dangled beneath me, my braid swaying as it hung off my shoulder. I stroked his dick, brushing my lips on the upstroke, his curly pubes on the downstroke. I took more and more of his cock into my mouth, letting him wake up to heaven.

Mommy moved on the bed, crawling behind me, those large tits dangling, My eyes followed them until she moved behind me. Her hand stroked my ass. I groaned, her tongue sending naughty flutters down to my pussy.

“Ooh, you are such a delicious thing,” purred Mommy. “Your ass is a a beautiful shade of purple.”

She prodded it and I winced, my pussy clenching. Memory of Daddy’s love shuddered through me. I would feel those bruises all week. Every time I sat down it would be a reminder of how I was Daddy’s good girl. I loved it. I was so glad I was his.

Mommy’s hands stroked down to my thighs. Her lips brushed my burning ass, kissing me. I moaned about Daddy’s dick as her lips moved about my ass, leaving fluttering kisses behind. They were so soothing, so full of her motherly love. It was beautiful as she kissed my bruised flesh.

“Mmm,” Daddy groaned.

My eyes flicked up to his face. He was awake, watching me. He groaned, his cock throbbing. “Well, well, well, I see you’re still Daddy’s good girl.”

“Sir, nothing would change that,” laughed Mommy. “She loves you.”

“I love you, too, slave.” His hand reached down and seized my braid, holding it like a leash. “Now please your daddy.”

“Yes, yes, suck his cock. Our Master deserves to dump his cum in your mouth, slut. You’re <em>his</em> slutty daughter.”

I sucked harder, loving the words, squirming as Mommy’s lips kissed lower to my thighs. Then she moved to the right, nearing my pussy. I moaned about Daddy’s cock as she nuzzled into my shaved folds, her tongue licking, teasing.

“Mmm, she is dripping wet, Sir. Our daughter is such a slut for your cock.”

“Yes, she is,” Daddy said, his voice so strong.

My pussy clenched as Mommy licked again. Delicious pleasure tingled through me as I bobbed my mouth up and down Daddy’s cock. His salty precum flooded my mouth. My hands massaged his balls, feeling how heavy and warm they were, how full of his cum, eager to erupted into my mouth.

Oh, it was wonderful.

I sucked harder, louder. My saliva dribbled down his dick. I bobbed, slurping and sucking. Daddy groaned, his hand gripping my braid, pulling my mouth down farther and farther down his cock while Mommy licked and nuzzled at my clit.

Pleasure shuddered through me. Her tongue probed into my pussy folds as Daddy’s cock pressed into the back of my throat. I relaxed, swallowing his cock as he pulled my head down. His dick slid down my throat. I grew hard to breathe. His dick was so huge, stretching out my throat. I moaned and swallowed, my hips shaking as the pleasure built in my pussy.

“Such a hot cunt, Sir. Ooh, I love the way she’s shaking her hips.”

“Such a bad Mommy. Licking our daughter’s cunt. You’re such a slut, June.”

“I am, Sir.”

Her tongue rammed into my pussy, fucking deep into me.