Melanie's Awakening Pt. 02

Melanie sends daddy to the dominatrix.

"I hope you're going to be careful with that thing! There's some sensitive skin down there. I don't want to get cut."

Rob was naked, lying on his large four-poster bed with a couple of towels under him. Beside him was the shaving equipment - razor, foam, a dish of hot water, a couple of hand towels - and his daughter.

"That's okay, daddy. I do this to myself at least once a week so I'm sure I can manage without castrating you!" she smiled wickedly as she looked him deep in the eyes and then turned her attention to his nether regions.

"In fact, if you don't shut up, I've a good mind to put a gag in your mouth!" she added.

"Okay, darling. I promise to say no more."

It had all been said already. Mel had shown him the evidence of her beating that he had wanted to see, and a note from her mistress confirming what he had been secretly dreading; yet desiring more greatly than his dread. Mel had called out the safeword on the thirty-fifth stroke of her punishment, one short of the full caning she had earned, and he must now honour his part of the agreement.

He knew it was a stitch up. He knew his stepdaughter was a mischievous minx and that she had planned this from the beginning. He knew too that she knew he wanted to go through with this. For one thing, it was a great excuse for him to have her hands on his cock and that was about to happen for the very first time.

Mel used a face cloth first, soaking it in the hot water and then laying it over his genitals to warm the skin. He wasn't a hairy man elsewhere, but it was evident that he hadn't shaved his pubes off for quite a while and there was much work ahead of her. She was thrilled to be performing this service for him. She knew he would be ecstatic with her holding and touching his most precious possessions and vowed to herself to make it an experience he would want to repeat - often.

And to make that even more predictable, she climbed off the bed and slowly removed her own clothing. All of it.

"I don't want to mess up my clothes with the shaving foam, daddy. Do you mind?" Her big almond eyes taunted him as his gaze fell on her 35B breasts with their thick, stiffening nipples, and her pudenda, as bald as his was about to become. He felt a stirring in his loins.

"I'm delighted, darling. Your naked bottom will be a reminder to me of why we are doing this."

She took up some scissors to remove the bulk of his growth, holding down his cock with the palm of her hand. Once that was done, she applied the hot cloth again and held it there for a full minute. Then, lifting it away, she applied liberal quantities of shaving foam all around the area she was going to work on. She smoothed it in with her hand, sliding it down between his thighs to make sure it covered his balls too.

Rob gasped with pleasure as she massaged the soap all around his cock and balls. He opened his legs to give her better access.

"That's good, daddy, but I'll be changing your position later to get to the difficult places." She smiled confidently at him and his cock twitched in response.

Then the razor. She was good. Gently scraping it over the mons above his dick until it was completely devoid of hair, then taking his cock and balls in one hand, moving them to one side, and then the other to shave closer to the more sensitive places.

She beamed in pleasure as she felt it stiffening in her hand and toyed with it, stroking up and down a few times to bring it to full erection.

"That will make it easier for me to shave your scrotum, daddy. I'm not embarrassed in case you think I might be. I'm enjoying this. Are you?" she smiled knowingly.

Oh, god, I'm in heaven. This little beauty is holding my cock, stroking it actually, and shaving my nuts, and she wonders if I'm enjoying it!

Suddenly she shifted position, straddling his belly, facing away from him. At first she was sitting upright, but as she worked further down below his balls, she leaned forward, giving him a close-up view of her spread buttocks and the joys that lay between them. He was looking straight into her pussy, and her anus beckoned him as she strained a little to hold her position. Her striped buttocks still bearing the marks of her experience with Mistress Dee less than a week earlier.

Rob moaned. Mel heard him and a huge grin broke across her visage. She knew he wanted to bury his face in her pussy and the thought of his frustration made her grin even more. She wouldn't have been surprised to feel his fingers on her pussy, or stroking across her asshole and she was wet at the thought. Go on, daddy. I dare you. Push your finger into my ass!

My god, look at that! Her pussy is gaping and dripping, and her anus is perfect. Oh, how her mother loved it when I worshiped her there with my tongue. I daren't touch her though, I don't want to break the spell. Behave yourself, Rob!

Finally, Mel's work at the front was done and she ordered Rob onto his knees to attend to his most intimate and secret area. She laughed to herself as his sphincter pouted and contracted under her scrutiny.

"Would you like a finger in there, daddy?" she teased him.

"Oh, darling girl, don't test me like that. Right now, you are the Mistress and I am subject to whatever you want to do to me. I don't have any say in it." Go on, do it! I haven't had a finger in my ass since Jasmin died. I'd love it if Mel started doing that to me. Maybe she'd let me reciprocate with my mouth and tongue on hers.

But Mel decided to leave him frustrated, and having shaved him absolutely clean, she jumped off the bed and went to her room to change for dinner. I bet he's going to have a wank now. I'd guess he could fill a glass with his cum after that experience!

The following day, Rob stood naked in his den, heart thumping, mouth dry. He dialled the number Mel had given him and listened to the ringing. "Hello?" a honeyed voice responded.

"Ah, yes, hello. Would that be Mistress Dee?"

"Speaking."

"Oh, right, hello. My name is Rob. I am Melanie's step-father. I think you are expecting my call."

"Oh, well, really Rob? I have indeed been wondering if you were going to call me. We both know that was Melanie's intention, but now that you are, will you please tell me what it is that you wish me to do for you." The gloating voice of the victor.

"Errr, yes, of course. Well, I'm calling to make an appointment to honour my agreement with Melanie. I know that she was awarded a punishment from you and promised to try to take it all without calling out her safeword. You awarded her thirty-six strokes of the cane, but she tells me she did use the safeword, and now I am obliged to report to you to take the punishment on her behalf." His heart was thumping even harder and his voice squeaked a little as he committed himself to this woman.

"Please be more specific, Rob. What do you want?" she wanted to hear him say it.

"I want to take the full punishment that you awarded Melanie, Mistress. Would you please invite me to your house so that I can submit to you for a punishment caning? I would like to submit to thirty-six strokes of the cane." Sweat was now pouring down his forehead, but on speaking the words, he knew he was falling deeply into his role, and willingly so. The evidence was in his swelling cock.

"Certainly, Rob. Did you know that Melanie begged me to ensure that her final dozen strokes would be administered very hard?" Rob could hear the mocking laughter in her voice.

"Yes, Mistress. Mel told me that. And she tells me she couldn't take it. May I respectfully request that you provide me with the same level of punishment as was earned, and requested, by my daughter, and for me to make up any shortfall in the number of strokes she failed to take?"

Mel, who was watching him debase himself, even further in her eyes, was delighted. "Well done, daddy. I'm proud of you." She smiled at him encouragingly.

"Really, Rob? You know that will be very painful, don't you? Are you truly asking me to administer such harsh punishment on you?" Her eyes were alight at Rob's foolishness.

The appointment was set and four days later, Mel was the one to drop her daddy off at the gates to the house, waving with a mischievous face as she drove away.

"Good luck, daddy. Enjoy yourself!"

As he pressed the bell, the clock inside chimed the hour. Three times. The door opened and he walked in. Today's assistant was dressed in soft, supple black leather boots up to her knees, black leather mini skirt and a bolero top which suggested the notion, but not the view, that no other clothing was being worn by this girl.

She smiled silently but invitingly, and he entered the hallway. There was no delay, he was led to the door which opened to steps down into the basement. Mel had described it to him and he was not surprised to see the table with the anticipated consent forms waiting to be signed.

He read the forms and with only a small amount of trepidation signed them.

Committed! Oh, lord, the things I do for my daughter! But, it's not just for her - I want to do this! I have ached for an opportunity like this. And now it's Mel who has made it happen! My clever girl! Oh, how I love her.

Mistress Dee was waiting for him in the punishment chamber. Clad similarly to her assistant, she was stunning, to Rob's great joy. Mel hadn't really described just how beautiful her Mistress was, nor the dominant, confident look on her face as Rob entered. She scrutinised him as he stood there gawping at her. Finally she broke the silence.

"You may remove your clothing. Supplicants receive their punishments naked, and that is what you are here for, is it not?"

Rob's heart pounded. "Yes, Mistress. Thank you." What the fuck am I thanking her for?

Quickly he stripped and placed his clothes on a stool by the door. Naked, he turned to his new Mistress and adopted the position Mel had told him Mistress Dee liked of her submissives. Hands behind the neck, elbows back and ankles spread a good two feet apart. He felt the familiar twitching in his loins, as this was exactly the position his wife and her co-mistresses had made him adopt during his earlier years.

Mistress Dee cast her eye up and down her new visitor and rejoiced inwardly. He already knows what to do. What fun we are going to have with this family!

"Welcome, Rob. As you know, you are here to obey my every instruction no matter how distasteful or difficult it may be."

She looked scornfully at him, standing in that position, and saw that his cock was beginning to react to its situation.

"My first instruction is that you keep that thing of yours under control. In my house the female shape is worshiped and loved. Your male parts are not permitted to express your excitement and as such, erections are absolutely forbidden. Display an erect penis in this room and you will regret it!" she spoke the last four words with venom.

Rob was shocked and desperately tried to control himself. He was accustomed to being encouraged to show off his ability to maintain a hard-on throughout his visit to his previous mistresses and now he must learn, very fast, to do the opposite. His balls were full, having refrained from ejaculating since he called for the appointment, and now that he was naked in the presence of two lovely looking ladies, and on the cusp of stimulating punishment, a small waft of breeze or the stroke of a feather across it would have aroused his cock.

"Yes, Mistress. I will try to control myself."

We haven't even met properly! I'm a stranger here, simply here to submit to a caning. And now I am absolutely in her power? Ohhhh, kayyy! Let's go with it.

"Why are you here, Rob?"

"I came to make reparations for my daughter. She spied on your property, and you caught her. She agreed that she deserved to be punished, and you gave her a well-earned caning. Unfortunately, she called out the safeword you had given her before her punishment was complete, and she has sent me here to make good on her failings. I humbly request the same punishment that my daughter failed to withstand. I know that I must receive a minimum of thirty-six strokes of the cane."

"And you are willing to submit to such a punishment? I know about the agreement you had with Melanie. Are you really sure you want to honour it?"

Yes, please Mistress. Please give me the full number of strokes. I want my daughter to know that I am a man of my word. She will inspect me when I get home and I want her to see the stripes on my skin."

Haha, yes. Melanie told me he was a submissive. His wife was a dominatrix and he submitted to all of the staff in her House of Correction in the Far East. I shall try not to disappoint, but equally, I want him to return on his own volition. He will take what I awarded Melanie, then. In the meantime, he has failed the erection rule - it is shamelessly exposed and filling out nicely.

"Very well. Today, you will receive just the punishment your daughter has brought upon you. However, I can see you have no intention of controlling your penis. On your next visit, you will receive twelve strokes of the cane which will be delivered at the same strength as the current state of your erection - and I can see it is getting harder as we talk about it. Perhaps that is what you want? Do you want me to cane you very hard for exposing your arousal to me and my innocent assistant, Amy?"

Rob's heart beat faster and as it did so, it seemed that all of the blood was going directly into his cock. On my next visit? Who said anything about that?

But, on hearing the words, the threat, the promise, his cock almost burst. It hadn't felt harder in more than a year and Rob was ecstatic and scared at the same time, but he was no stranger to a strict dominatrix and thrilled to his submission to her.

"Yes, please, Mistress. If I allow my erection to get very hard, it is surely a sign that I want to be caned very hard. Please make sure I am punished accordingly."

Amy, the assistant, led him to the contraption he had been anticipating. He knew well what a caning bench looked like and how to position himself on it. Amy secured his ankles, thighs, waist and chest with buckled leather straps. His arms stretched out in front of him gripping a wooden bar, to which his wrists were cuffed.

"There are slaves and supplicants who wish to avoid their punishment by jumping up and running away. This never happens in my house! I do not permit it, and until such time as I come to trust you not to do so, you will be secured in bondage to take your beating."

"Thank you, Mistress." Why the fuck am I thanking her? Ohhh, I hope I enjoy this as much as I used to do.

"I always cane in sets of six, and my usual practice is to increase the severity slowly as the caning proceeds. Today, you are to be given four sets of six, followed by a more demanding caning of a further twelve strokes. You may wish to make noise while the punishment is being administered. I can accept some mild grunts and gasps, but howling and screaming are absolutely not tolerated; I regard those as a form of protest, and a willing recipient of punishment should rather express gratitude and thanks. I expect no less from you, Rob. I hope you will not disappoint me."

"Yes, Mistress. I will try my best."

The first stroke was a stinger. Much harder than Rob was expecting and he howled, briefly, until he remembered the rules.

"I apologise, Mistress. I shall control my outbursts from now on."

The following five strikes were considerably less vicious. Mistress Dee was simply testing him on that first one. However, as his punishment continued, so too did the strength of Mistress Dee's arm and Rob was truly feeling each stroke. His ass was burning and the sting, or thud, depending on which instrument she chose to employ, grew less tolerable for him. He recognised that he was greatly out of practice.

But finally, as the fourth set of six began, Rob began to get into the mood. The strokes hurt less as his buttocks warmed up and he was surprised, and delighted, to discover that he was actually enjoying himself.

Crackkk! "Nghiii!" it was a quiet and controlled outburst. He wanted to be as obedient to this woman as he could be, and he certainly didn't want her to break him. Five more strokes had him sucking in his breath as they landed. Twelve to go.

"I'm sure you will remember what Melanie requested of me for her extra strokes, Rob. Would you like to make the same plea?" He couldn't see it, but he heard the gloating smile in her voice.

"Please raise the severity of my punishment, Mistress. I would be grateful if you were to cane me harder than the previous strokes."

"Is that what you really want, Rob? I did promise to make it hurt, but I can be gentle if you ask me nicely."

"No, please Mistress. I want to you punish me as hard as you caned my daughter. She begged you to stop. I promise that I will take the full twelve strokes without doing that. Please ignore any pleas for mercy." He paused. "I want to be caned hard, Mistress. I will relish the pain, knowing that I am helplessly secured, unable to escape and under your command." There, it's out. I'm a willing pain slut and I love to be dominated when I have no choice but to accept whatever the mistress decides to do with me.

Mistress Dee was as good as he had expected. The strokes were harder, but tolerable for him, although he certainly felt each one.

Whooosh, crackkk! "Ngaaah! Seven!" he had taken to counting the strokes aloud to prevent himself from howling too loudly at the increasing pain in his buttocks.

When he got to ten, he was beginning to sympathise with his daughter. My god, she took this with no previous experience? She must have arse like saddle leather!

"Ten. Thank you, Mistress!" he added his gratitude to let this stern dominatrix know that she was absolutely the boss.

"Eeeaooww! Eleven. Thank you Mistress. Please make the final stroke even harder, Mistress." he gasped out. He was in ecstatic pain and his cock was responding by maintaining its hardness. "As hard as my cock!" he added.

He felt a hand between his thighs, taking his balls and squeezing them gently. Then fingers encompassing his erection, gauging its strength.

"His penis is extremely hard, Mistress." Oh goddd, the assistant is more than a witness to my debasement. She's handling my cock. Great! Submitting to two women! I love it.

Whooosh! Crackkk! Searing pain; immense sting; white lightning. Rob would have arched his back and roared at the shock of it, but he couldn't. He was too tightly restrained. Instead, he let out a huge breath and trembled involuntarily at the surprising strength of his mistress's caning arm.

That'll teach him a spot of respect! But, my how he has done well! And now for the amusing revelation. Let's see how well he takes it.

"Well done, Rob. You have honoured your promise to you daughter and that is admirable. I have to say you took it a lot better than I expected, but I gather you are no stranger to submitting to a domina for correction and punishment."

"Thank you, Mistress." Rob was still on a high and he wasn't much in the mood for talking.

Amy went round the caning bench, releasing each restraint and helped him get to his feet. In the past minute his erection had subsided and he adopted the correct position as he faced his mistress and her assistant.

"Thank you, Mistress. I know I was responding to my daughter's challenge in coming here, but I am very pleased to have found such a wonderful mistress. I hope I will be allowed to return sometime."

Mistress Dee looked at him with a delighted smile. "You will be very welcome, Rob. I look forward to seeing more of you, just as much as I hope to see a lot more of Melanie in the future. However, there is something you should know, Rob."

Oh lord. What will it cost me this time?

"You will recall that I informed you that I always cane in sets of six, or when I use any other implement to beat or whip an errant girl, or male person?"

"You were very specific about that, yes, Mistress."

"Well, how would you account for the missing stroke, if Melanie called out her safeword at thirty-five. What do you think happened to that? I didn't add it to your total today, did I?"

Rob was a bit slow and couldn't think straight about such detail, still reeling from that last stroke he had taken himself.

"I have no idea, Mistress. What happened indeed?"

"Well, like yourself, Melanie started to count the strokes aloud during her final dozen. Again, like you, I expect it helped her to manage her emotions and distract her a little from the sting of the cane. Now, I am sure you will be amused to hear that she lost count and I was obliged to repeat stroke number nine as she called it out twice. After eleven, she begged for mercy, deliberately I am quite certain, to ensure you would be summonsed to take her place."

She paused a moment to let that sink in. Rob blinked in concentration until it dawned on him.

"So what you are saying is that she actually took the full punishment before she asked you to stop? And you think she knew that?"

"You appear to have grasped it, Rob. Yes, she took thirty-six strokes, as awarded."

"But, but... but..?"

"Oh yes. I told her after she was dressed and ready to go home, and can you imagine her reaction? Haha, she gave a little smile, raised her eyebrows and said 'Hmmm!' She knew perfectly well, Rob, which is why I was a little surprised to receive your call requesting my services."

"But, but... but..?"

"That's right, Rob. You were tricked by your daughter. I hasten to add that I at no point deceived you. You simply called to request that I give you the same treatment I gave Melanie. Believe me, Rob, I would never administer punishment on an unwilling recipient. Everybody comes here voluntarily, knowing what to expect. And that is what you have done."

She gave a rueful smile. "Are you outraged, Rob, or pleased at your daughter's intuition?"

Rob was indeed flabbergasted, but the fire in his buttocks reminded him of the pleasure he had taken in submitting to Mistress Dee. In fact, as he thought of it, and how Mel had duped him, he not only saw the funny side of it, but his cock began to stir again at the notion that his daughter had wanted him to suffer a caning. She was a minx for sure, but it looked like she was now going to be the instrument of further humiliations and punishments and Rob's cock swelled up at the realisation that this was exactly what he wanted.

"Thank you for telling me that, Mistress. May I speak, Mistress?"

Mistress Dee raised a single eyebrow. Is he about to make an arse of himself? Or am I about to hear a confession? Yes - I think that's it. A request!

"Of course, Rob. Feel free to say anything you wish."

Rob took a deep breath. "Well, Mistress. I think you already know that my late wife was a dominatrix with an establishment dedicated to the punishment and torture of willing recipients. That is where I met her in fact, as I was one of those, curious to understand my deep feelings of need to submit to a stern Mistress. My wife was expert in her work and over a period of a few years took me to levels, and made me do things, I wouldn't have dreamed of accepting until I did them."

Rob paused for breath, and as there was no spoken response to this, he continued his confession.

"It has been rather a long time since I felt that need, but now that Melanie has introduced me to you, I feel that it has been re-ignited, and I would like to visit you regularly, if I am permitted."

Triumphant smile, a pause, and Mistress Dee invited him to continue, if he had anything more to add.

"Yes, Mistress, I do. You may find it unusual, but for all my enjoyment in submitting to my mistress, I grew accustomed to waiting to be ordered to report for punishment. I never initiated a visit to the House of Correction."

"Go on."

"If I may, Mistress, I would like to place my daughter, Melanie, in charge of that decision, and for her to decide when I am to come to you for punishment. It would add to my thrill, knowing it was she who wanted me to be subjected to the pain and humiliation I would surely be forced to endure. I hope you aren't shocked by this, Mistress."

"I am never shocked at people's motivations, Rob, and I am certainly not surprised at yours. Your devotion to her is touching. I shall ask Melanie to come to me for a discussion on this topic. And, Rob, when we have this discussion, you will stand behind me, as naked as you are now, and listen to our conversation. You will not interrupt, under the assurance of severe discipline, but you will be party to the decisions we come to, and you will agree to them uncomplainingly. Do you accept my proposal?"

"Thank you, Mistress. I do, wholeheartedly."

"And, you will remember, no matter how exciting you find it as you listen to what we discuss, you will not allow yourself to erect. You have already earned twelve very hard strokes of the cane. As you will be standing behind me, I will not have to look upon it, but I feel sure Melanie will point it out and award the appropriate reward for disobedience!"

My god, she's good! How could she know how much I would enjoy that - will enjoy that?

"Yes, Mistress, of course."

"And there is one more thing, Rob. You will not ejaculate in my house. That is my command. Failure to obey will have two consequences. Would you like to hear them?"

Rob, standing naked and exposed to Mistress Dee and her assistant, could not control his erection. It was thumping with the beat of his heart, wanting to burst out of its skin.

"Please tell me Mistress."

"First, you will be ordered to eat it all. You will lick it from the floor, or drink it from a cup, but you will swallow everything that emerges from your cock. Is that understood?"

Oh lord, I've been here before. This is exactly what Jasmin made me do - and more!

"Yes, Mistress."

"Secondly, you will be caned again, especially hard, one dozen punishment strokes. I know that men find a caning after ejaculating to be considerably more painful than when they are still full of sexual desire. That is why you will eat first, then submit to the cane! The punishment is meant to be very painful."

Rob's throbbing dick subsided not one bit. If anything, the thought of this cruel punishment would have made it harder if that had been possible.

"Yes, Mistress. That is true and I agree to submit to that if I disgrace myself."

"Aha! You know this to be true? Is this something you have experience of?"

Rob paused, looking down at the floor as he remembered so many episodes from his past. He blushed, and then looked Mistress Dee in the eye.

"Yes, Mistress. My wife, my domina, also made me swallow cum, as you are telling me you will. Towards the end of each session, or even half way through it, I was forced to do so. That is how I know that punishment after I cum is so much more testing."

Oh, god, is she going to follow this through? Is she going to probe further?

"You say she made you 'swallow cum'. Was it not always your own, Rob?"

I knew it. There are no secrets from this woman! Confess, Rob, it's what you came here for and you know how much you are enjoying it!

"Well, as I am sure you know, Mistress, there are many different kinds of people in the East. My wife, Mistress Jasmin as she was known, particularly enjoyed the imaginative company of ladyboys, saying they could be so much more inventive and even cruel towards the male slaves in their control. She knew that straight men, such as myself, would be utterly humiliated at having to submit to them, obedient as I was to every depraved command I was given. She had me submit one way or another to her entire ladyboy stable over my time there."

"So although you didn't especially enjoy what you did, you were so obedient to your mistress that you willingly submitted?"

"Yes, Mistress. Reluctantly at first, but I had to obey. It took many of those experiences, but finally I accepted my fate. Whenever I was commanded into her chambers, I knew there was the possibility that I might be serving one of her ladyboys as well."

No need to spell it out. I'm sure she knows exactly what I was obliged to do.

Rob's cock was still at full mast; this did not go unnoticed.

"I think there is much more to you than at first seemed to be the case, Rob. I look forward to future visits from you. I fact, I have a friend - I wonder if you have heard of her, or met her perhaps. She has an establishment such as you describe; her name is Mistress Mint."

Mint! Bloody hell! Do I know Mistress Mint? Too bloody right I do! She's got the biggest cock I have ever seen! And she's a friend of Mistress Dee? No surprise there, I guess. Now she's looking at me and can read my face like a newspaper headline!

"Yes. I know Mistress Mint. I once had the pleasure of meeting her when my wife was invited to a special exhibition evening at her dungeons."

"Oh, good! Then you will be pleased to hear that she is visiting me later this year. You and Melanie will be invited. We will have a reunion!"

And with that, Rob was released back into society with his striped buttocks still burning and his erection unsatisfied. Mistress Dee had not allowed him relief, saying that he was now the property of Melanie, and it was over to her to decide when her daddy would be allowed to orgasm. To that effect, he was carrying a note in a sealed envelope from Mistress Dee to his daughter with some instructions in it. Mel was waiting at the gate to collect him and he silently handed her the envelope.

Later that evening, after a simple dinner, Melanie broached the subject.

"Well, daddy. It seems you have completely fallen for Mistress Dee, as have I. From her note to me, she tells me that you are now answerable to me, and it is I who will decide if you are to be allowed to cum, and I will choose when you are to visit her again for more punishment. Did you really agree to that?"

"That's what I told her, Mel, but I did that expecting that we would ease into this slowly. As you gain more knowledge and experience, it would delight me to submit more and more to your wishes, just as I used to submit to your mother." He looked at Mel, hoping that she would see the sense of that, knowing that it would be easy enough to back out and renege on the deal. As Dee had said, she only accepted people who were willing to undergo her treatments.

"Well, yeeees, daddy. That does sound sensible. I don't really want to control your orgasms," she paused and looked at him with a mischievous grin, "unless I am giving them to you, and I don't think that will be a regular thing... yet!"

Rob had already seen to that himself as soon as he got home, but he felt the flow of blood fill his cock once again as he heard those words. My god, she plans to wank me off? Yesss! Even if it is just sometimes!

"Ah, yes, well that sounds like something for me to look forward to, Mel darling! Meanwhile, can we agree that this is not a lifestyle thing - for me it is just an urge that arises about once a month and I'd be delighted if you are willing to be a part of it with me."

He glanced across the table. "I'm so glad that you found Dee, and I enjoyed my time with her. I believe I will enjoy it more and more as time goes by, but I need to feel I'm living a relatively normal life with you - even if we do now know each other's secrets. Is that okay?"

They raised their wine glasses and toasted the new order of things. Mel was relieved, she didn't want to take things quickly and Rob was right, she had much to learn, and right now she was learning to be the recipient of Mistress Dee's punishments. Becoming the mistress herself could wait. And to that end, she was already looking forward to her next visit.

I think I'm going to run by her house again soon. I'll stop and peer through the gates again. A repeated offence must surely earn harsher punishment! Do I really want that though? I know I took it, but that last dozen was truly testing. But I passed the test! I wanted her to beat me harder, even if it hurt like hell. Yes - I want to go back and submit to her. I want to be naked for her and I want her to cane me - harder than last time!

Mel made it happen. A few days later, she set off on her run, her heart beating a little faster than usual with the added thoughts and images flashing through her mind as she ran. As she approached the gates she slowed down and stopped where she knew the cctv camera would spot her. She bent over, holding her knees as if catching her breath, knowing the position could also be interpreted as someone bending over for a caning. She looked up at the camera and rejoiced as it swivelled round to point directly at her. She stood up, deliberately looked through the gates, gave the camera a cheeky grin and a wave and jogged off down the lane.

It didn't take long. Her phone buzzed that evening. A message from Dee. She read it with her heart in her mouth.

'You will report for discipline at 4:00 this coming Saturday afternoon.' That was all it said.

Oh, boy! How well she understands me! Now I have the torture of waiting for five days.

Those five days were the longest, slowest days Mel could ever remember. However, they passed, and on the Friday evening she made sure her mons was shaved smooth. Just to make sure she had done a good job, she put on a silk gown and went down to Rob's den.

"Daddy, would you mind checking something for me?" Big eyes, mischievous smile.

"Of course, darling. What can I do for you?"

To Rob's surprise and delight, she disrobed and stood naked in front of him. Her nipples were aching with hardness as she asked him, "Would you please make sure I am completely smooth down there, daddy?"

She positioned herself on an armchair, her back mostly on the seat and she hung a leg over each arm. Gaping open and fully exposed to his gaze. She could feel her horniness rising and the juices beginning to bubble.

"I have been ordered to report to Mistress Dee tomorrow daddy. She wants to discipline me and I think she plans to beat me again, probably harder than last time. I want to be properly prepared, no hairs around my pussy, or my ass. Please check me thoroughly, daddy."

Rob was in seventh heaven and eagerly got on his knees before his daughter and gentled his fingertips over the mons, and then the outer labia. He could see that Mel was beginning to flow and he lubricated his fingers to slide them all around her pussy. He was almost dumb with arousal but managed to squeak that she had done a very good job and he couldn't find a single hair or rough patch.

"Now my ass, daddy. Please check there too." she shifted he position slightly to give him total access to her anus.

"Use your tongue, daddy!" she panted and Rob needed no second invitation. He delved in, licking and probing, running his tongue from pussy to the top of her crack, and down again to the asshole itself. It contracted and expanded rhythmically as he laved this tongue over Mel's rosebud, probing and attempting to insert it.

Mel let out a shriek and a moan, her hips bucked and she squirted straight onto his face. Rob was not surprised at this, remembering how Jasmin had reacted exactly the same way, and he didn't pause from his task until he had cleaned her up with his mouth.

"Wow! Daddy! You've done that before!" Mel was breathing deeply as she looked at him. "Thank you, daddy. I think that won't be a 'once in a lifetime' experience!"

Rob gave a modest grin and stood up, conscious of the tent in his sarong. Mel glanced at it too, and smiled, saying nothing, knowing that she would let him satisfy himself tonight - she wasn't going to do it for him. Not yet.

Rob dropped her off at the gate and waited to watch as it slid open and his daughter stepped through, willingly looking forward to presenting her naked body to her dominatrix and beg for a caning. He wished he were a fly on the wall.