adamslefttesticle: Good Kitten Bad Kitten Photgrapher unknown. Words by me. ———&md
adamslefttesticle:Good Kitten Bad KittenPhotgrapher unknown.Words by me.—————————————————————————-Kitten had been a good girl this week. Her brattiness had subsided greatly. No pouting. No temper tantrums. Only sheer adoration, and devotion, to her Daddy and his needs. She had found that Daddy was all knowing of her minxy ways. Kitten knew he loved it, though sometimes she would push too far. Like last week.The naughty step wasn’t Kittens favourite place to be. Her eyes red with tears running down her cheeks, she’d learned that admonishing Daddy during a spanking was a bad idea. “You’re only going to hurt your hand, Daddy.” she mocked. He spanked harder. The soft pink flesh of her arse turning deep red with every slap. His handprints deeply inscribed, causing her skin to burn. Kitten had a wild streak. She loved to be in trouble. She loved the sensation of Daddy’s hand striking her tender backside. “That doesn’t hurt.” were always the words to be beaten harder.He had never hurt her as much as this before. Her mocking went beyond what was acceptable. Kitten immediately regretted the words as soon as they rolled off of her tongue. “I bet Richard could spank harder than you.” An awkward silence followed. To Kitten it seemed an eternity. She hesitantly looked over her shoulder and could see Daddy red with anger, and ever so slightly shaking. Richard was his best friend through college and together they built a thriving tecnology company. They were rising stars in Silicone Valley. Along with the fame and power came wealth and women. They weren’t competitive towards each other except that Richard would always try and lure his playmates away. He could never have a woman to himself.He wrapped Kitten’s hair tightly in his fist and jerked her head back. “What did you say?” “N-n-nothing Daddy…I didn’t mean it!” It was too late. The damage had been done. He let go of Kitten’s hair and unbuckled his belt. The clinking of the buckle as his belt slipped out of his trouser loops was deafening. “You will never mention his name during playtime again, you hear? NEVER!” He growled. Kitten winced as he lay the belt on the red cheeks of her arse. “You are going to get ten lashes. You will count each and every one. If you fail we’ll start over. Understood?” “Y-y-yes,Daddy,” she stammered with tears distorting her mascara “I understand.”The belt sliced through the air and cracked against her cheeks in rapid succession as she counted. By the count of five she was biting the pillow and crying in agony. He stroked the welts on her arse softly, giving her time to take her punishment in. “Daddy doesn’t enjoy using his belt, Kitten, but you have to learn. You can’t go upsetting me like this. Brace yourself.” She bearly had time to receive the next lashing. Kitten carried on counting as she was ordered. His belt came crashing down one last time. “TEN!” she whimpered loudly. He stood Kitten up and held her against him, stroking her hair with one hand and her cheeks with another. “I’m sorry, Daddy, I’m so sorry.” she said sobbing, her breathing laboured.“Now. You know where the naughty step is. You are to sit there until I know what to do with you and you have learned your lesson.”“Yes Daddy.”Someone’s been reading my dream journal…. -- source link
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