Chapter 21

Daisy

I was in too deep of a hole to back out now, and I had an idea of where he would put those painful-looking clips. Daddy got home much quicker than I’d expected. I’d cut it close by putting my clothes on and washing up in time. When he began to sniff my fingers like a rabid dog, I’d almost lost it.

“Cum? I was reading and then drawing, but after that, I think I might have fallen asleep,” I said. I swallowed when he began to swing the chain around his pointer finger.

Fuck it. In for a penny, in for a pound. I had no choice but to double down.

Daddy’s eyes darkened, and a malicious smirk appeared on his face.

“I was going to go easy on you had you been honest with Daddy,” he said, reached down and tugged on my nipple.

He was such a liar but it was in my best interest not to call him out on it right now. The sudden pain in my nipple made me suck my breath in, and I saw the black and silver mini clip pinching my nipple. He tugged my other nipple until it hardened and stuck the other clamp on.

I closed my eyes at the pain, but it didn't stop my pussy from reacting to the stimulation. When I felt him pull on them, my eyes flew open, and he placed the chain over my lips. The pain that had begun to dull down intensified.

“Open up,” he said lazily as he continued to tug on the chain.

I quickly opened my mouth, and he placed the silver chain over my open mouth.

“I would advise you not to drop that chain, Daisy,” he said ominously as he tapped the tip of my nose, reminding me of the time he did the same in the basement.

I closed my mouth and teeth over the chain, trying to ignore the tugging sensation on both of my nipples. A muffled moan escaped from my lips as I lifted my head to ease the discomfort. It didn't help that water continued to fill my ass up. Daddy was rummaging in the large bag again, and when he pulled out a short, tasselled whip, I knew I wouldn't last long before I caved.

He sat the damn thing on my stomach as he began to unbutton his shirt. I’d cum twice, but watching Daddy strip out of his clothes made me greedy for a third orgasm. I almost groaned when he began to unbuckle his belt. The bulge in his trousers was unmistakable, but I didn't think he was going to let me cum anytime soon.

“Anything you want to confess to before we start, Daisy?” he said as he began to unzip his trousers.

“I accidentally got some pen marks on the bean bag. Sorry, Daddy,” I said sincerely while keeping an innocent look on my face.

He hesitated at my words before he pulled his trousers down. I gulped when I saw the tip of his cock at the waistband of his white boxers and wondered if I should reconsider my confession. A stomach cramp took my mind off his dick, and I felt myself break out in a cold sweat. I glanced at the blue enema bag and wondered how much water was left.

Daddy picked up the black whip with the million tassels on it. It didn't look like it could do much damage, but it depended on where he hit me with it and how much force he put behind it. He trailed the whip down my body until he reached my pussy. I held my breath, but he didn't strike me.

He was toying with me.

He moved so fast that I didn't see it coming when he whipped my breast.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasped when the whip hit the nipple clamp, but the chain slipped from my mouth and fell out.

I never managed to catch my breath, and he whipped my other breast. The third strike hit my stomach before he started whipping my breasts again. I panted through the pain until I adjusted to the sting of each stroke against my flesh. I lost count of how many times he repeatedly whipped me across my torso and stomach.

Daddy paused, and I sighed with relief as the sting began to fade, but when Daddy moved to the bottom of the bed, every muscle in my body stiffened.

“Last chance, Daisy,” he drawled as he stepped between my open legs and trailed the whip down my pussy again. “How many times did you cum when you vigorously fucked yourself?”

“Daddy, have you ever been diagnosed with schizophrenia?” I asked, remembering the symptoms from one of the many psychology books he had bought for me.

A genuine smile appeared on his face, showing a hint of his teeth, and his eyes twinkled in amusement briefly. He leaned over me and put the chain in my mouth.

“If you drop it again, I will whip your ass black and blue with my belt,” he said as he squeezed my breast before he stood up again.

I clenched my teeth on the chain and lifted my head to avoid pulling on the clamps. I was aching all over, but I couldn't deny that a part of me loved it.

“I won't lie, but I’m going to enjoy this,” he said as the amusement vanished and he looked at my pussy. “You? Not so much.”

Just as I braced myself, I felt the first vicious whip land across my pussy. It was worse than I could have imagined, and my legs jerked, but the restraints didn't leave much room for movement. Daddy began to alternate his strikes against my inner thighs before hitting my pussy.

With each strike, my teeth clamped down on the chain, and I grunted like a wild animal. I gripped the bed covers, and my feet were tightly curled up to help me through each lashing. When I began to tear up, I considered defeat, but some stubbornly idiotic part of me refused to give in.

When Daddy struck me three consecutive times on my pussy. I promptly dropped the chain and sang like a canary.

“I came twice, Daddy. I’m sorry, please stop,” I cried out quickly as he raised the damn whip in the air. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not sure how sincere your apology is,” Daddy said before he rubbed his fingers over my burning pussy. “How can you be sincere when your pussy is leaking everywhere during your punishment?”

“I-I have no control over…well…you know,” I stuttered at his absurd question.

He pushed two fingers inside my pussy, and I automatically clenched around him as I bit my lip. He was killing me with the enema and nipple clamps, but now he was torturing me through my pussy.

“I’m very sorry, Daddy, but I was so bored, and I know you have cameras in here somewhere,” I began to say because I needed to cum again.

“You see, that’s the problem, Daisy. You are too smart for your own good,” Daddy said as he peeled down his boxers enough for his cock to pop out.

My mouth became parched, but Daddy didn't hesitate to push himself inside of me. I could feel him stretch my pussy out until his balls rested on me. He leaned over and hooked his finger on the chain while he began to fuck my pussy. When he tugged on the chain, I cried out, and my legs began to tremble. I tightened around his cock, and it felt much better than the silicone dildo.

“You don't get to cum on Daddy’s cock,” he said before he tugged at the chain again.

A stab of disappointment hit me, and my face fell, but when I studied his face, it showed me that he was serious. He wasn't going to let me cum.

I didn't like this fucking punishment.