Purple Hearts and Brown Eyes Pt. 01

"What did you think you were doing, rapedoll?"

Before I could turn around fully, I felt a hand on the back of my neck, pinning me against the wall in the foyer.

"What are you talking about?" I ask, feigning innocence. But if I were being honest, this was exactly what I'd been hoping would happen the moment I walked in through the front door. I'd been breaking rules all day: refusing to call him Daddy, not asking for clothing approval, not asking for permission to use furniture, teasing him and pushing him away, knowing he couldn't do anything when we were outside.

I felt his grip on my neck tighten, as my right cheek pressed against the wall. "Don't act all innocent on me now, princess. Bratting around and breaking rules all day, you were just begging to be punished, weren't you? Was it worth it, bitch?" I hear Daddy say, his voice sending a shiver through my spine.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Mike." I say, even as I feel my voice falter. Daddy lets go of my neck, and I turn around as I watch him walk up to the front door and lock it with a little *click* sound. Taking off his shoes, he looks at me with knowing eyes. "So you want to do this the hard way? Fine by me."

Daddy walks up to me, as I involuntarily take a step back, my resolve fading. "Get on your knees," he orders. When I don't move, he gives me a smirk, immediately followed by a kick to the back of my knees, sending me crashing to the floor. As I hurry to get into an upright position, I feel a sharp tug in my hair, forcing me to crawl behind him in the direction of the living room. I struggle to get an even footing on my hands and knees as I'm dragged to the centre of the living room carpet.

"You're being punished for not using my proper title, using furniture without my permission, not asking me to approve your outfit today, disobeying direct orders from me, and teasing me the entire day. My my, you've made quite a list, haven't you? Do you think I should take it easy on you, fuck pet?"

I shook my head, barely able to conceal my growing smile.

"Use your words, baby doll."

"No, Daddy."

"Oh, and since you're SO averse to calling me Daddy, you will call me Sir now. Is that understood, slut?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Ok sweetie, now crawl and get me the metal ruler from my desk, but you aren't allowed to use your hands."

I scurry to his desk in the corner of the room. The ruler is long and thin, making it hard to grab with just my mouth. Careful not to drop it on the ground, I pick it up and crawl back to him.

"Good girl," he said, but making no effort to remove the ruler from my mouth. "Did you forget who owns you, rapedoll? Who owns every part of you and controls each aspect of your life? Are you in control, or am I, fuck toy?"

"It's you, Sir," is what I tried to say, but the gag made the words an unintelligible mess. This seemed to be amusing, for a short laugh escaped him. "Aww, can my dumb little fuck pet not even say the words right? What does that tell you, my broken bitch?"

He drags a chair into the centre of the room and sits, taking the ruler into his hands. "Now, those clothes won't come off by themselves, will they? You have ten seconds." I hurry to take off my shirt and bra, and then I pull off my pants and underwear in one swift motion, chucking them into a random corner of the room. "So eager to get punished, look at you, so pathetic and desperate." I stay silent, just looking up at Daddy from my place on the ground. "Beg me to punish you."

I considered bratting a little more, but then decided I didn't want to dig myself into a deeper hole than I already have. "Please punish me, Sir. I really need to be punished by you. Please spank me with the ruler until I'm crying, Sir." I said, adjusting my position so looking up at Daddy with the cutely innocent expression that I know he adores. Getting the hint that he wants me to go on, "Please Sir, I deserve to be spanked. I was being too bratty, please bruise me, Sir. Show your broken bitch her place."

"As you wish, slut, who am I to deny you when you ask so nicely?" He pulls me to him and lays me across his lap. "Since you're being so obedient now, I'll spank you only 30 times. Aren't I so nice, my rapedoll?" he traces the outline of my ass and thighs with the ruler, the cold metal sending chills down my lower body. "Count them out for me," he said, not waiting for a response as he delivers a sharp but light spank on my ass.

Feeling bold, I decide I can take a little worse if it meant I could act out some more. "Oh, did you start already? I couldn't feel it." I jibe. My remark was awarded with a firm hand tighten around my neck, until I could feel myself getting lightheaded as my blood supply cuts off. Daddy holds me like this for a few moments before he lets go, leaving me gasping at the sudden rush of blood to my face. He tugs my hair sharply, making me face him as my eyes start to water from the pain. "Oh, you have no idea what you just did, sweetheart." Before I could process that, I heard the whizz of the ruler through the air, and felt a hard spank on my ass, to which I yelped in surprise. "It doesn't count if you don't count it out, baby doll," said Daddy, which he followed with three equally hard spanks. "1, 2, 3," I say, under a single breath.

"...24, 25," I say, fighting the urge to cry. I don't usually cave in this early, and I especially refused to do so after I'd been bratting the whole day. Daddy finishes with a hard, sharp one which hit my upper thighs. "40." I say, slightly breathless, but glad that it's over. Daddy runs his hand along my butt, and I wince at the burn. He drops me back on the floor and I sit up on my knees, careful not to put too much pressure on my behind. "Do you think you've learnt your lesson, pet?" he asks, pushing my chin up with the ruler, so that I'm looking straight into his eyes. "Yes, Sir." "Color check, my love?" "Green." He gives me a considering look, one that puts a knot in my stomach, telling me I'm missing something. "Do you want a reward, princess? Do you want to suck my cock? Do you want to make Daddy feel really good, pleasing him, fuck toy?" I sit up straighter, nodding, "Yes, Sir!"

He motions me to come closer, so I crawl in front of him, getting in between his legs and as close as I can to his crotch. "Undo my belt and pull it out completely, rapedoll." He says, sitting back on the chair. But when I reach to touch it, I hear "No hands." Understanding that he wants me to use my mouth, I try to undo it by grabbing the end of the belt with my teeth, and trying to slide it through the loop and around the buckle. After going at it for a couple minutes, I unbuckle it. Tugging at the belt from between the belt loops, I finally managed to free the belt. But when I moved to unbutton his pants, he stops me.

"Do you think good girls get to suck cock, or bad girls, stupid bitch?" he asks, hinting that my punishment wasn't over. "Good girls, Sir," I say, disappointment washing over as I realized I was dumb for thinking I'd be rewarded just yet. "And have you been a good girl, or a bad girl, sweetheart?" he looks straight at me, holding my jaw, locking me in a gaze I couldn't look away from even if I tried.

"I've been a bad girl, Sir." I admit, resigning any attempt to get myself out of this. "Good, at least you're admitting it. You do want to redeem yourself, be good again for Daddy, don't you, princess?" Daddy asks, and I nod vigorously. "Yes, Da- yes, Sir." "Awww, look how cute and desperate you are now. Just wanting to please me again. So pathetic." Daddy laughs, picking up the belt and motioning me towards the couch. I crawl behind him, stopping to sit on the floor beside him as he takes his seat in front of the TV. "But first, let's watch a show."

A show? That wasn't entirely what I was expecting. He put on an episode of Brooklyn nine-nine. "I want you to kneel until I say otherwise, is that understood, slut?" I immediately shift into a kneeling position, hissing a little at the pain on my behind. "Yes, Sir." I said, as he pressed play. He puts the metal ruler in my mouth, effectively gagging me, and ties my wrists behind my back with the belt.

Fifteen minutes into the show, the position was starting to get painful. I slowly move towards Daddy, resting my head on his knee, hoping that he'd tell me that I can stop kneeling. Twenty minutes in, I understood why this was a punishment. My knees and ankles were especially sore, and the belt around my wrists limited my movement even more. I let out an unintentional groan, and waited a few moments before turning towards Daddy. Taking out the ruler from my mouth, he checked in. "Yes sweetie?" "May I stop kneeling, Sir?" I asked, my voice slightly shaking. "Just a few more minutes, doll. Color?" he asked, putting away the ruler. "Green," I responded, stretching my jaw muscles. I put my head back on his knee, and I felt his hand in my hair, playing with it and petting me in the way I love. I sink into his touch, gentle and soft, a stark contrast with the rest of the evening. Just a few more minutes.

"You may stop kneeling, pretty girl," I hear him say five minutes later, to my relief, as the show ended. I sink to the floor and stretch out my legs in front of me, and Daddy unties my wrists and pulls the belt off. I flex my wrists in front of me, relieved to have some motion back. I lean on Daddy's leg, "Thank you, Sir" I say, grateful for the break. I feel his hand in my hair again, gently caressing it. "Such a good girl." he says, playing with my hair, sending a warm feeling through me. "Do you want to get on the couch with me, angel?" he asks, to which I immediately nod. I climb up next to him, curling into his touch as his hand gently rubs circles on my thigh.

We watch the next episode of the show together, as Daddy continues to rub slow, gentle circles on my thigh. The touch travels to my inner thighs, and I whimper as the slow motion becomes torturously dragged out. I let out a frustrated moan, which got me Daddy's attention. "Do you want me to go faster, bitch?" he asks, his fingers dangerously close to my pussy now, rubbing circles around the mole at the crook of my thigh. "Yes Sir, please," I respond, my desperation apparent in my tone. Daddy complies, his thumb stroking my pussy lips and clit, sending waves of pleasure through me. I moan harder as I felt two fingers enter my pussy, pumping in and out rhythmically with a painfully delicious friction. I whimper, the show on the TV ignored, as Daddy switches between rubbing and finger fucking me. "Gods, it feels so good, Sir," I moan softly, gripping the fabric of the couch as I the pleasure built up, in little waves, until my mind was a white, foggy mess. Unable to think of anything but riding the fingers in my cunt, only focused on the building orgasm. "I'm close, Daddy," I whisper, but as soon as I did, the fingers left me, leaving me to mourn the loss. I groan in frustration, my own fingers determined to replace the loss of pleasure on my clit, before I realized what I was doing.

"Did I give you permission to touch yourself, fuck pet?" Daddy asks, his voice sounding dangerously calm. I heard the TV being paused. "N- no, Sir, I'm sorry, Sir, I wasn't thinking, I just-" my excuses were interrupted by a quick slap to the face, not hard enough to actually hurt, but catching me by surprise. "I don't remember asking you to explain yourself, little slut. I asked you if I gave you permission to touch yourself." The expression on Daddy's face was neutral, but it terrified me. I quickly shook my head, followed by a brief "No, Sir." This response seemed to be deemed more suitable by Daddy, as he got up from the couch and picked up the belt, collected as ever.

"I thought you might've learned your lesson today, little girl. But it's clear that you haven't, have you? I was going to edge you once and let you have your fun, but you clearly had other plans for yourself, didn't you, bitch? Do you think this is your decision to make, toy? Who does your pleasure come from? Who gets to decide how and whether you cum? And who owns you? All of you?" he gestured, folding the belt in half and pointing to the rest of my body, "Everything you have and are, it's all mine to own, and mine to control. Isn't that right, my broken fuck toy?"

"Yes Sir, it's all yours."

"Say it, dumb bitch."

"You completely and totally own every part of me, Sir. My body, my pleasure, my orgasms, are all yours to control, Sir, and I'm sorry for trying to take it into my own hands, Sir. Please punish me as you see fit."

"That's better." he continued, twirling the folded belt in his hands. "Now, I want you to lay over the arm of the couch, so that you're laying on your stomach with your ass on the couch." I silently move to obey the command, in no mood to protest. I position myself on the arm of the couch, careful not to fall on the floor on the other side. "You're being punished for touching yourself without my permission, while you were in the middle of being punished. You're going to get 15 hard smacks with the belt. Is that understood, pet?"

"Why do you have to be so mean?" I say, the words out of my mouth before I could stop them, immediately making me wish I'd said nothing at all.

"20. Do you want to continue speaking, sweetheart?" He said, his tone a sadistically sweet one. "No, Sir," I say, not trusting myself with what I might say if I speak.

"Very well. Remember that you need to count and thank me after each one, got that, slut?"

"Yes, Sir.'

I heard a silent swish, which did absolutely nothing to warn me of the pain that felt like fire as the leather dug into my flesh. I let out a gasp, the spankings feeling gentle compared to whatever this was. "1, thank you Sir," I say, not wanting an extra smack just because I didn't count it. I feel four more on my ass, the white hot pain making my mind go blank. "2, 3, 4, 5, thank you Sir," I manage, struggling to keep my breathing steady.

"14, thank you, Sir," I say, in between breaths, as silent tears start to fall. I wait for the next one, but I don't feel it just yet. "Princess, colour check? You're crying." I hear Daddy say. "Green," I reply instantly, in pain, but I could feel the space between my thighs getting so wet. A pause, and then I felt another smack, this time on my lower back, leaving my skin red and burning. "15, thank you Sir." A few more in quick succession on my ass, which I counted between sobs, barely able to speak from the pain. "19, 20... thank you, Sir," I say, properly crying after feeling the belt hit the sensitive flesh of my upper thighs. I hear Daddy set the belt aside, and then I'm being picked up as he whispers words of reassurance to me, "Such a good girl, you took your punishment so well. My perfect little angel," as he softly kisses me. I kiss him back, momentarily forgetting everything but the lips that feel like heaven and soft, brown eyes.

He sets me back on the couch, and I jump; the cold leather irritating my freshly marked skin. I find a position that feels a little more comfortable, and I feel Daddy's hands gently tracing patterns on my shoulders, lower back, and tits, and I sink into it; moaning softly, wanting to touch myself but knowing better. Daddy runs his fingers up my neck, touching and tugging on his collar, and I only open my eyes when he lifts my jaw up, forcing me to meet his gaze.

"Since you were so determined to break every rule you had today, pet, I did wonder," he starts, his gaze shifting between my eyes and his collar, "Why didn't you take off the collar? After all, your intention was to piss me off as much as possible, wasn't it, my rapedoll? It's an easy enough rule to break," he added. I stayed quiet. "Let's try something: this isn't an order, but you may take off the collar if you want to, now. Are you gonna take it off, kitten? I'm waiting."

I sit there, motionless. I'm sure that even if I wanted to lift up my fingers and open it, my body wouldn't let me. I show no signs of doing so, which doesn't escape Daddy. "Aww, or maybe it's because even when you're being bitchy, you crave Daddy's ownership? Even when you try to deny it, you need me to discipline you, protect you, own you, isn't that right, fleshlight? You're dependent on me for everything, desperate for my attention, even if it is through pain." I stare right into his eyes, mouth slightly open, knowing it's the truth. I didn't expect to be called out on it so openly, but I don't even attempt to deny it. "You're so broken, so pathetic, so adorable and so perfect for me. Just admit it, bitch, you need me, and you need me to control every aspect of your life. Go on, I want to hear you say it," he says, waiting for my response.

"I need your ownership and control, Sir. I crave your attention, no matter how I get it. I need you to own me and show me my place, because only you know how to make me feel so good, Sir. No part of me is mine, you own all of me, Sir." I say, wanting to please Daddy, wanting to make him happy.

"And you know I will make you feel so good, rapedoll, better than you can even imagine. Submitting to me so completely, you trust that I'll take care of you, and that's hot as fuck, my pretty little bitch." He says, his voice a beautifully low tone, as he climbs on top of me. My breath catches as I unbutton his shirt and slide it off slowly, and repeated the same with his pants and underwear. He inserts two fingers in my cunt, pumping them in and out in a delicious friction. I put my arms around him, a fist holding his wavy brown hair as the other gripped his shoulder. I feel him curl his fingers, stretching my cunt a little and hitting all the right points, making me whimper in pleasure. I release my grip on Daddy's hair, and move my hand down to stroke his cock. I made a fist around it and jerked it back and forth, feeling every ridge and matching the rhythm of his fingers, earning me an approving grunt. "Just like that, baby, you're doing so good for me," he mutters under his breath, his voice and the stimulation on my clit making me grip his shoulder even tighter in pleasure, leaving impressions of my nails on his skin.

"How close are you, sweetness?" Daddy asks, positioning himself at my entrance. "8, maybe 9 now, Sir," I say, gasping as he enters with a single thrust, stretching me. He pulls out almost fully, before slamming back in, hitting my cervix and making me see stars. He repeats this, faster and faster until the only sounds filling the room are his low grunts and my moans, escaping my lips even as I try to quieten them. The pleasure almost reaching a bursting point, "I'm close, Sir," I say, looking up at him and trying to gauge how close he was. "Hold it just a little longer, doll, I'm almost there," he says, his breath quickening as he ruts into me, primal and animalistic. I try to hold it off as long as I can, when I hear "Okay, baby, in 3... 2... 1... cum for me, princess." and I feel myself clench hard, as the orgasm washes over me in strong, spectacular waves. I collapse on the couch, throwing my head back and seeing spots in front of my eyes. My mind is filled with dense, white fog and I distinctly notice him cumming in me, filling me up. He lays on top of me, gently, holding me in his arms and whispering sweet nothings.

"My pretty girl, you did so well, my angel." He said, kissing my face and holding me, our breathing in sync. "You make me so proud, princess, you were so perfect for me, you took everything so well, you're just so precious, and wonderful, and amazing, baby doll." "Thank you, Sir" I say, as he gets up to lay next to me, pulling out, leaving a mess on the couch. "You can call me Daddy now, princess. Did I mention how proud I am of you? My amazing girl," he says, making me smile as I lay my head on his chest. "Thank you, Daddy," I say, listening to the beat of his heart as we laid there for a few minutes in silence. He gets up and I start to complain, but he silences me with a kiss after which he passes me a bottle of water, "Drink up, princess, you must be exhausted after today." My throat suddenly feels very dry, and I realize just how dehydrated I'd been. He sits back down next to me, coddling me and loving me up, as we talked about the session: how I liked it, if I would change anything, how I feel. I snuggled next to him, suddenly very cold and craving touch.

Daddy pulls me closer, and I lean in to kiss him, the both of us exhausted but in bliss. I flinch as his fingers brush over the welts on my ass, and he gets up to get ice to ease the burn. "I'll run the shower, you can go in first, Mango," he says, leaving the room as I hear the shower turn on. I get up, carefully, trying to not make more of a mess on the couch than we already did, when Daddy picks me up, kisses me and carries me to the bathroom. I hop in the shower, spent but satisfied.

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