I am nothing without him, I am his slave

by Daddy and BabyGirl

He is so close, I can feel his breath behind my ear. His weight half upon me. I can feel the smooth skin of his chest across my shoulder blade. And the silky material of the sheet as he pushes it away from me, down over my torso, dragging it over my hip. The air is a little chilly without the cover and my skin prickles. He is so warm and I want to stay in his warmth, I move to get closer and he stills me with a hand upon my hip bone. I am thin, the skin there is porcelain with blue veins under Daddy’s well-weathered palm. He has beautiful hands, a workman’s’ suntanned hands. So strong. I can see the strength in that hand, stilling me.

His chest inflates, I can hear the burr of his voice before a word is spoken. He growls at me, “This will hurt.”

Yes, Daddy, it will hurt me.

The strength that stilled me caresses my hip. Over the bone so close to the skin, into the hollow beside my small mound, between my legs and back. With his thumb, he hooks his grip on my hip bone and applies pressure, more pressure, so much pressure and… pain. This is my favorite pain. His hand is a vice, I can feel the bruise begin as he breaths in through the veil of my hair. The grip loosens and his hand smooths over the pale porcelain of my thigh. His hand has no callus, but it is so very strong.

His hand holds weight beyond physical strength; the wielder of true power. Power over me.

His hand reaches beneath me, lifting me up towards him. The faint kiss behind my ear takes my breath and I can feel his weight shift over me. My nipples tighten underneath me as both his hands grab my hips. That firm grip of his, pulling my body around, ass up and knees out. He whispers, “arms up for Daddy”. I flatten my chest to the bed, arms up towards my head and bent upward next to my ears. I clasp my hands over my head.

I do not question. Trust.

Behind me, I can feel him between my legs. The heat of his body near me. I can feel the air change. Even the air gets excited near him, charged with energy. His large hand slaps upward, just under my cheek, not thigh and not ass, somewhere in between and so close to my lips. It stings. Again. Closer to my lips. The other side, the same sting. His full hand covers my lips, my clit, my core. With each arc of his hand, the sound of contact becomes sharper. I can feel the deep pink recesses of me plumping up, swelling. The crack of his work-worn hand upon the most delicate part of me is getting louder as I get wet for him. He moves his hand just a little and his palm contacts over bone. It hurts. That hurts. Again and again until it dulls. When he moves his hand again, I miss the impact, the exquisite pleasure in that pain. I want to feel his hand slapping over the bone. I want to feel the burn and the suddenness of contact with my clit, the concussion to my core.

His hand falls away. This will hurt.

Against my thigh, I feel the leather. It is so heavy, each strip thick and soft. The handle is weighted for him alone. Perfect for his massive right hand, wielder of power over me; my body, my mind. There is no tease into the swing and arc, swift movement and the many lashes thud down across my ass. Fire. It feels like fire and ice. The leather caresses as it slides down between my cheeks, soft as it swings against my inner thigh and catches on a swollen lip. The tassels rain down and I feel them like water too hot or too cold. My body wants to pull away. I stay; ass up, knees out, chest down, hands clasped above my head. The leather strikes and splays covering my ass and my lower back. The weight is beyond compare. I’m breathing heavily, I’ve been biting the sheets. My nails are digging into my hands. Across my thighs, the thud comes after the sting. I can feel every strand of leather and the path it made across my pale skin. Three strands slapped across my lips, one grazed my clit and two of them splattered my wetness on my legs. Again, thud and burn. The whip makes a sound before I feel it, air singing between the tassels. My toes curl and uncurl. My scalp tightens and I find myself wanting another lash. The length of leather drags from shoulder to ass, some strips sliding over my sides, soft; some dragging over the swelling pink skin marking my back as Daddy’s. The tassels slide down over my skin and pool between my parted knees.

I will not move.

Daddy’s hands grip my hips, all strength and power. I feel weightless. I know I am being bruised over those bones, but it feels so very good. It is such a contrasting pain. My lips are engorged from the spanking, the wet part of me leaking out forming rivulets over my raw skin. It tickles and stings. Daddy’s leg grazes my inner thigh, I can feel him behind me, over me, so close. Large hands grabbing my ass, the grip is so hard it hurts. It hurts. His thumb rimming my tight little pucker, feeling inside that tight tight rim. Both thumbs dip inside. I know it will hurt.

I will not fight. I have given my submission.

His thumbs work into me, slowly opening me, readying me. Deeper he pushes them. I like it, I want to push against him forcing more inside. I do not. His thumbs move away, and I feel his head dragging over my wet core to my clit and back again. Hands grabbing and pulling my cheeks apart, the skin pulling, stretching, it might split me. His smooth head is there, where his thumbs were. I can feel the pressure, my excitement building. I expect the rock of his hips to bring him into me. His grip tightens, my flesh squeezed tight in his hands. No warning, no rocking hips. The surprise takes me as he slams home. I scream into the bed. My body gone ridged, sweat springs out over my lip and in the hollow of my back. My tight little hole grabbing him like a vice, spasming around his hard shaft. The pain is white hot. My body is so small and he is so huge.

Trust. He will push me. He will not destroy me.

My body is hyperaware of each movement. He pulls back. I feel every inch of him with amazing clarity. He slams home again. I can still feel his hands in my flesh, but now he has my hair in his hand. My head up off the bed, elbows down, back arched to an incredible angle. The pain is competing, overloading my senses and his thrusts become faster, harder. He’s stroking all the way in, touching so deep inside me. At the precipice of my orgasm I feel every movement, my nipples are barely touching the sheet and it feels so right, that bit of friction distracting me, taking all of the other sensations away for a moment.

I submit to him.

Through the pain I surrender and it no longer hurts. I feel it, but it is changed. The edge is gone, a tingle moving through me so deep and warm, I lose myself. My whole body shakes, knees weak, muscle control gone. I’m cumming. It’s running down my legs like warm water, pooling at my knees. Daddy is pushing, fast and oh so hard. I want more. I push back to take all of him, that wide part that makes me cry and makes him breath out in a rush.

Patience is a lesson.

Daddy lets go my hair, grabbing my hips. Fingers digging in, holding only bone. My knees leave the bed as he picks me up and drives into my ass. Thrusting so fast and hard, so deep my belly is starting to cramp. His sack slapping my lips and my swollen clit, so wet I can feel the droplets of my orgasm splashing my thighs. Ramming himself into me so hard I can feel my ass bruising. I’m burning, on fire. Tears streak my face. Daddy’s breathing has changed, his thighs are tight against me. He pulls me onto him completely, so close to him there is only us. He thrusts, so hard my teeth clack, the hair on the back of my neck prickles. The sweat on my back is making tracks down my sides, I can feel it as it falls away from my skin. The skin slapping my lips tightens, his breath hits me in a rush. I feel his seed shoot hot inside my swollen ass. I can feel his cum leaking out around his shaft with each movement in and back. Daddy’s strokes slow as he lowers me onto the bed. Ass still up, he puts his hand in the middle of my back to keep me from moving away. He pulls out of me but stays between my knees.

This will hurt.

I can feel the sheet beneath my face, so soft. Daddy’s warm hand in the middle of my back is comforting. Each second brings an acute awareness of my body. The pulsing of my pucker from the sound fucking, the stripes across my back from the whipping, the swollen lips from the spanking. The muscles in my legs start to shake. I cannot control it. Daddy’s other hand is firm and strong as he takes hold of my leg.

I am not done.

Daddy holds my leg until the shaking stops. His body between my knees. I feel his warm breath against my cheek. His one hand on my back, the other moving up over the pale skin marked pink. One finger finds its way between my engorged lips into my hot wet walls. I shiver, goosebumps mark my arms, my legs. My lips are raw, each movement stings but the feeling of his finger is so perfect. He strokes that part of me that swells for him. Another finger pushing in. I want to rock back on him. I do not. He pushes into me, pulling my red raw lips. My nipples tighten. The sweat on my back is sticky. My pucker is a pulsing ball of heat and he rubs me deep inside. The third finger pulls my skin tight at my core stretching me. My clit is swelling out of its hood. My orgasm is building. Twisting his hand, what was dry, rubbing and pulling at raw flesh becomes slick in my wetness. The sting and the burn are excruciating. Pressure and pain. It doesn’t fit and it is hurting. The bones in his fingers contact bone. The air feels cool against the sweat on my sides. My sensitive flesh feels like its ripping and still he pushes in and twists. It feels so good. Four fingers. I’m so wet it splashes each time he pushes into me. His hand on my back pulls me toward the hand twisting to be inside me. Stretching, pulling, rubbing inside. I’m so full. So very full. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.

Please push me harder.

His knuckles catch on bone once, twice, twist. The puddle beneath my knees squishes and his fist forces its way home. Oh, it hurts. It hurts. It feels so good. So so full. He twists, raw lips twist, the skin at my core stretching around his wrist. He pulls back. So much pressure. It’s so tight. His knuckles are so broad. Pulling my whole body with his hand. Pushing in. Fucking me with his hand. Slowly, slowly then fast so fast I lose my breath. My legs can no longer support me. I’m shaking uncontrollably. The pain is gone all that is left is sensation. Full. Then, he twists. It’s that spot. He knows that place. My arms splay wide from my body, my back arches. That sweet spot inside me explodes. His hand pulls in and back, in and back, in and… my orgasm splashes him, it’s running down my legs. I cry out, my body belongs to him. Toes curled into the bed, biting into the sheets, he wrings every last bit of orgasm out of me with the twist of his large hand. Collapsed and shaking, he pulls his fist from me, knuckles dragging past all my swollen freshly fucked flesh. Nothing has ever hurt worse than that. The last pain. That pain when he was no longer in me.

I love you always.

His lips touch my thigh. Such a light kiss. He eases my hips to the bed, climbs up next to me. I am engulfed in his embrace. His body so warm around me. His powerful hands feather soft against my arm as he caresses me; pushes my hair from my face. He kisses my ear. I can feel the growl of his voice as he tells me, “You are so beautiful when you scream like that”.

I am nothing without him, I am his slave.

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Yes, Daddy, it will hurt me.

He is the wielder of true power. Power over me.

I do not question. Trust.

This will hurt.

I will not move.

I will not fight. I have given my submission.

Trust. He will push me. He will not destroy me.

I submit to him.

Patience is a lesson.

This will hurt.

I am not done.

Please push me harder.

I love you always.

I am nothing without him, I am his slave.

 

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