Chores II

I stood naked in the bedroom, Daddy walked in; he looked seriously perturbed with me. I knew that I was in trouble. He had caught me earlier in the day fucking my dog, and my boyfriend. I sat down on the bed as I watched him walk around my upstairs bedroom. “Did you ask me if you could behave the way you had this afternoon,” he asked? I didn’t answer; actually I shook my head no. His hands were behind his back, as he walked around and stood in front of me. “Well, at least you had enough sense to take off your clothes and wait for me,” he said to me through gritted teeth. I wasn’t sure when I had seen him this angry with me in a long time.

He motioned me to stand, and I certainly didn’t argue with him. I stood he grabbed my shoulder roughly and spun me around grabbing a hand full of hair and shoved my head down onto the bed. He held onto my hips, to keep me in a standing position from the hips down. I did not like this position; things that happened in this position were never good for me. I quickly understood what he had behind his back when he walked in. It was a switch off the Oak tree that shaded the house in the front yard. I heard it whistle as he drew it back and swung down hard hitting my naked ass that was bared for him. “Fuck,” I swore. “What did you say young lady,” he said. I knew I had really fucked up at that point, I knew better than to swear in front of my Daddy. He drew the switch back again, and I tried to brace myself, the switch caught my upper thigh. And as quick as that one landed another one, and another landed, until I was soon numb from the excruciating pain he had inflicted on my little ass.

He stopped, my ass was on fire and I was quite certain it was bleeding, it had to have been. I had never been hit so hard, and so many times since I could remember. I had always been Daddy’s little sweetheart, I was sure he was pissed because I was fucking Eric. I had told him we weren’t sexually active. I don’t think he even cared that I was fucking the dog, because he had made me fuck the horses, the pig, and the dogs, and him, but never another boy. He grabbed my hair again and jerked me up; he pulled my hair so hard, my neck jerked backwards. He spun me around again; this time in his hands I could see the clothes pins. Grabbing my tits he pinned first the left one then right one. He enjoyed pulling my nipples out as far as he could pull them and clipping them. “Don’t you take those off,” he said. I wasn’t about to move. He shoved me down on the bed and instructed me to put my hands in front of me. I did as I was told, he took a piece of rope and tied my hands securely at the wrist. I moved them just a little, when I felt his hand sting my jaw. “Don’t you dare take those off,” he said I knew to sit very still at this point, or he was going to hurt me badly tonight. He shoved me down on the bed; spreading my legs so far I heard my hip pop at the strain.