In our cramped apartment, with its faded walls and tiny couch, I was lounging when Daddy burst through the door, belt in hand. “Strip and bend over, slut. Maintenance,” he snarled.
I felt so worthless, just a needy hole craving his control—cunts like me need men like Daddy to remind us of our place. Trembling, I stripped fast, draping naked over the couch arm, ass up, pussy and asshole exposed. Humiliation scorched my face. “Daddy, please… it hurt last time,” I whimpered.
“Shut up.” His fingers rammed into my dry pussy, knuckles deep, scraping raw. I yelped, thighs quaking. I felt so humiliated, so useless for not being wet for him. “Tight whore. Forgot who owns this cunt?” He twisted, pain exploding, tears flowing. I loved him for this ownership, because without it, I’d be nothing.
“Beg for it.”
“Ahh! Please, Daddy, check me… I’m yours!” I spread wider, ass clenching in shame.
He yanked free, belt cracking fire across my cheeks. “One! Thank you, Daddy!” *Crack!* Welts swelled, skin splitting. I sobbed, grinding back. I felt so degraded, yet adored him—men must punish us to keep us right. “Two! More… I need it!”
Lashes bruised me bloody. “Good girl.”
Belt tossed, he gripped my hips, shoving his thick cock dry into my asshole. It tore, burning deep. I screamed, cramping. “Ow! Rips! Thank you… harder!” He pounded mercilessly, balls slapping raw skin. “Cry louder, bitch.”
Wailing, I pushed back, feeling subhuman but loving the domination of his hardcore ass fucking. “Fill me, Daddy!”
He roared, cum flooding my guts. Yanking out, his filthy cock dangled. “Clean it.”
Sobbing, I sucked the raunchy mess, gagging but eager. “Tastes good… thank you for disciplining me.” I felt so low, yet complete in my love.
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