Sunday: Inspection Day

Your alarm blared at bedside and you quickly silenced it. 6am. You sat up in your bed and looked to your side. Good, daddy was still sleeping. He HATED being woke up early on Sundays.

You stretched and rolled your neck. Your body ached. But that good ache. You grinned as you spread your legs and admired the hickeys on your inner thighs. Daddy sure did like to mark you.

You got up and headed to the bathroom. It was time to start your Sunday morning routine. First, you stripped down and inspected yourself in the mirror. You had a slight bruise on your ass, and you noticed another hickey, but on your neck. Daddy must have been a little out of control last night, you thought to yourself. He’s usually so careful not to leave marks that could be seen out in public.

You smiled as you start to fill the tub with warm water and get out your razor. You then shaved your legs, and did a slight touch up between your legs. You knew what daddy would be looking for today. After you were done you settled into the bath. You laid your head back and placed a warm wash cloth over your eyes.

After 10 minutes to yourself, reflecting on last night. A huge smile spread cross your face. You sighed contentedly, and emptied the tub. Then you took a long shower. You thoroughly washed every inch of your body. You then washed your hair. You got out of the shower, and dried off.

You left the bathroom and quietly made your way back to the bedroom, careful not to wake daddy. You got out your coconut oil and applied it liberally all over your body, making your skin smooth and shiny.

You put on your neon green panties that daddy bought you, as well as your Sunday shirt. You almost giggled looking at the shirt daddy made you wear on Sundays. “Daddy’s Dumb Lil’ Girl” it said. You shook your head, and blushed, butterflies in your belly, as you put it on.

Then you started on your hair and make-up. You put your hair into braided pigtails. You put on your black lipstick. You fid up your eye make-up, and made yourself up the way daddy liked. It WAS Sunday after all, so you knew you had to be presentable.

After that was done you went to the kitchen to start breakfast. Egg whites and turkey bacon. Coffee. You made sure to have daddy’s cigarettes and ashtray on the table. You put his breakfast plate in the oven to keep it warm. Then you went to wake up daddy.

You entered the bedroom, and approached the bed. You slipped under the covers, and between daddy’s legs. You started slow. Placing little kisses on his cock. Then little licks. Daddy started to stir as his cock hardened, and you took him Into your mouth. Soft…slow…lovingly you coaxed him awake. He started to move. He started to lightly moan. “Good morning Princess” you heard him say.

“Good morning daddy” you said with a mouth full of cock. You knew how much it turned daddy on when you did that. After another 5 minutes of working over daddy’s cock you heard him let out a growl, and you felt him release into your mouth. You loved the way daddy tasted, and greedily swallowed down your breakfast.

Daddy got up and got dressed as you quietly laid in the bed observing him. Finally he said “Assume the position.” You dutifully got off the bed and went to him. You turned your back to him and got on your knees. “I hope you’ll be a good girl this week.” He said, as he reached around you and put your collar on. You felt your heart skip a beat. This was one of your favorite parts of the week. This ritual to mark that you were his.

“You may get up.” He said and you sprang up and kissed him on the cheek “Thank you daddy for collaring me, I love you.” You said. “I love you to jellybean” he replied as he slapped your ass. “Is breakfast ready?” You replied “Of course.” as you and he went to the kitchen.

You served daddy his breakfast, poured his coffee, and then dutifully got on your knees next to him and stayed silent as he ate and scrolled through his phone. The only time you moved was when he pulled out a cigarette from his pack and you lit it for him. “Good girl.” He said as he patted you on the head, and you felt yourself melt.

“Are you all ready?” He asked as he stood up from the table. “Yes daddy” you replied, “Where do you want me?” “Let’s move this into the living room” he said. You silently followed behind him as he walked into the living room. He took a seat on the couch, and you stood before him.

He looked at you and then asked sternly “Are you ready to begin?” You nodded your head yes, as you felt the butterflies in your tummy start to anxiously flitter to and fro.

“What are you?” Daddy asked. You took a deep breath and replied “I am daddy’s possession. His sub. His toy. His lil girl. His slut. I am everything and anything daddy wants.” You said. A big smile crossed your face as daddy said “Good girl!” You remembered how long it took you to get that right. How the first 3 or 4 weeks you had belt marks on your ass from the spankings daddy gave you until you finally memorized it completely.

“Strip.” Daddy said, and you complied. First you took off your shirt and folded it nicely and placed it on the floor. Then you removed your panties and folded them as well, placing them atop your shirt. Daddy didn’t like it if you were messy.

Daddy got up, and slowly walked around your naked body. “Arms out and to your sides.” he said sternly, and you complied. He ran a fingertip down the small of your back, and your flesh goose pimpled. You sucked in air between your teeth, but you didn’t move.

Daddy squatted down behind you. “Bend over” he said, and again, you complied. Putting your hands down on the floor to support yourself. You blushed bright red as daddy spread your ass cheeks apart. You could hear him inhale deeply. He was checking your holes. Making sure you would be presentable to him and others for the upcoming week. Checking that you were washed, shaved, and also making sure he and your other Dom hadn’t caused you any damage.

“Stand back up.” He said as he walked around to face you. He played gently with your hair. He cupped your breasts. You were practically leaking. You ALWAYS got like this on inspection day. Him closely examining every inch of you was such a turn on.

Daddy continued his inspection. Your legs, chest, pussy, even your feet. Then he leaned in close to your neck and deeply inhaled. “Mmmm. Delicious.” He whispered. You smiled in glee, knowing you had passed your inspection with flying colors.

“Kiss me.” Daddy said. You frowned. This….this wasn’t good. You felt your stomach drop. Usually after Daddy smelled your neck it was a sign that inspection was over. He’d give you a swat on the ass, tell you what a good girl you were, and he’d have you get dressed.

“I said….KISS me Dani.” Your heart sank further. You knew you were in trouble when he called you by name. And even worse, you realized what was about to happen. You leaned in and kissed daddy on the mouth. He placed his hand on the back of your head and held you there in that kiss. His lips and tongue were urgent. You loved when daddy kissed you. He always kissed like it would be the last time his lips would ever touch yours.

Then he pulled back from the kiss. “What did you forget?” he asked. You looked towards the floor and tears welled up in your eyes. “Little girl. WHAT. DID. YOU. FORGET?” He growled sternly.

“I…I…I forgot to brush my teeth today daddy.” you said barely above a whisper. You looked up at him, to see him already removing his belt. “Since you have been so good the last few inspections, I’m only going to give you 5 lashes with the belt. Understand?” he asked. “Yes daddy.” You said meekly.

You knew what to do, you went over to the dining room table, and bent over it, exposing your ass to him. “You WILL count them out. Understand?” He said. You shook your head yes.

You braced yourself for what was coming, your mind in a fog. You hated punishments. But you loved the pain. In fact part of you wondered if subconsciously you hadn’t brushed your teeth on purpose that morning. And then you felt it “WHAP” the belt struck your ass accompanied by a metal jingle “FUCK! Oh..ah…ONE!!!” You screamed.

Tricky daddy. He was only giving you 5 lashes, but he was using the side with the buckle. It seemed like minutes passed as you enjoyed the sting and braced for the next one. “WHAP! WHAP!” Two this time, in quick succession. “TWO! TH-THREE!” you cried. Your ass throbbing already. You could still feel exactly where that buckle hit you.

You were beyond turned on now. Your juices were literally running down your legs as you took your punishment like a good girl. Two more fast hard strikes and it was done. You were crying. But it was such a good cry. Pain did something to you. You felt a release. And it always made you feel closer to daddy when he gave you the pain you craved.

Just then daddy gently helped you up from the table. He turned you around and kissed your forehead. “Are you ok little one?” He asked. “Yes daddy, you said meekly. “You know I only punish you to keep you in line. Right?” He asked, and you nodded. But daddy knew. Daddy knew another reason to punish you.

As daddy placed little butterfly kisses on your cheeks and forehead, whispering what a good girl you were, his hand had snaked between your legs. His fingers had begun to slide their way into your wet, needy cunt.

“UGH” you moaned as daddy fucked you with his thick fingers. Touching you, pressing in all the spots he knew you loved. He even did his little daddy trick where he traced words with his fingers inside you. You giggled. “I love you TOO daddy!” You exclaimed. You had gotten QUITE good and recognizing the words he would trace.

Finally, as he was kissing your neck you wrapped your arms around daddy to stabilize yourself and your body shook. You came, and you came HARD. You always did on inspection day. As you leaned against daddy breathing heavy, he brought his fingers to your mouth. You sucked on them, tasting your juices as you cleaned daddy.

“Go shower. I’ll make your breakfast.” Daddy then said as he slapped your ass. “Yes daddy.” You said obediently. And as you walked to the bathroom in a daze, you wondered what daddy had in store for the rest of the week….

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