Hurrah for our first weekend on our own for ages, time to suit ourselves, snuggle up and sink into our roles properly.

Saturday morning started with some long, luxurious cock sucking. Waking Daddy with my mouth isn't one of my strict rules, as real life makes it hard to keep that consistent, but it's very rare that we have a day together when I don't swallow his cum at least once. At weekends, it's a given that I'm expected to pleasure him with my mouth and be rewarded with a warm, creamy mouthful of cum for my breakfast. Today I was spoiled and Daddy filled my tummy and my pussy and we agreed I was on bathroom control for the day, before we headed out for coffee and to do some jobs.

Aside from having to request permission to pee, we had a lovely vanilla day pottering around, doing some cooking and lots of kissing and cuddling. I knew Daddy had some play planned but we also needed some chill time together.

At about 4pm I ask permission to go to the bathroom and was told I could go and then to head to our bedroom and take my bottoms off and bend over the bed. I've not had a spanking for quite a few weeks, as we haven't been on our own. Daddy knows it's always a good way to reset my head and remind me of my position.

Daddy started by gently licking my clit whilst I was bent over, until I was wiggling and I could feel my pussy dripping with need, then he started with his first 100 hand spanks, I instinctively counted as I knew at some point he'd ask for the number and I was right. The spanks weren't hard but landing consistently on the same spots, so I could feel the heat building. At 91 he asked for the number and the next 9 were much tougher, with 100 making me squeal.

As soon as I said 100, he pushed his cock hard inside me and started fucking his hole. Daddy knows how much his pussy squirts when he fucks it fast, but also that I find it very hard to release on all fours, so he used me hard for a few minutes, building up the liquid inside me and enjoying my moans. When he heard me saying how full I was feeling, he stopped and rummaged around in his cupboard.

Next thing I feel is some chained Velcro cuffs around my wrists. I already had my hands behind my back but now they were more firmly restrained. I love that feeling of helplessness and being held in position for his pleasure and use... displayed for him to enjoy the visual evidence of my surrender.

The spankings continued, not overly hard but I could certainly feel them and the sting kept building as he focussed on certain spots repetitively. I carried on counting in my head so I always had the right number. He likes to make this hard for me by doing very fast sequences, so I have to really concentrate not to lose the number, which is tricky when it gets overwhelming. Getting to 200 was ok, there were a few spanks that really hurt but mostly I could manage pretty easily and they were building my adoration for him and my need to surrender totally to his desires.

At 200 spanks Daddy resumed his fucking of my pussy. God it felt good to have his thick cock stretching me out. I could feel every ridge of his amazing cock inside me. It felt so intense and the liquid building up inside me was becoming uncomfy. It started a sloshing sendation and I could feel my pussy was very wet. Daddy felt it too too and he stopped fucking me as he didn't want me to leak.

Another 100 spanks went by, this time with a flogger from the cupboard, and they are a mix of fast, gentle and some really stingy ones that made me flinch and cry out. Again, at 300 I'm rewarded with cock. This time whilst he was inside me I felt some cold lube trickled in my arsehole and then the smooth cold feeling of a plug being worked inside. The pressure built until I felt the pop and the plug fully invaded my tightest hole. I wriggled for a minute, trying to ease the urge to push it out.

The spankings continued and I wasn't fully feeling them now, my head had slipped into a spacey place and my main thought was to not slip forward and to keep tension in my legs so that my bottom stayed nicely positioned for Daddy to enjoy. At 400 spanks I was prepared for my pussy to be fucked again but this time Daddy held back. He used both his hands to drag his fingernails up the insides of my thighs and over my bottom. It felt incredible and made my whole body shiver, to the point it was almost too much to take, but he didn't stop, he was enjoying my body shuddering too much. When he was happy with my shaking, he plunged his cock back inside me. This time, with my arse plugged, it felt even better and I was having to concentrate hard to control my instinct to release my hot squirt over Daddy's cock. Normally he likes nothing more than being soaked by me but he was very clear that I didn't have permission to release.

As he pulled out, I felt his cock being replaced with a bullet vibe and an instruction to hold it inside me and then the spanks carried on, this time Daddy was using a tawse. That hurt more, especially when the end flicked my plug, I could feel my bottom burning, he was careful to keep it at a high yet sustainable level. He knows that for me, the pleasure in spanking is control, obedience and pleasing him, but there still has to be endurance and to know that I've been firmly taken in hand. I can take a reasonable amount of pain if required but it's not a goal for me in its own right.

At 500 spanks Daddy leant forward and kissed my ear and whispered that I'd done well. 500 is my previous record and he reminded me he was proud of me, at the same moment he removed the bullet vibe and started fucking his pussy again. My tummy was so full that I was getting panicky it would erupt, but Daddy knows that on all fours I can take a lot. It almost needs to be unbearable before I projectile in that position, so he ignored me and carried on fucking his hole, his cock felt thicker and harder than ever and all I could do is moan and take it.

The spanks carried on, short, sharp and fast. Daddy's need was becoming urgent and so he was speeding up, wanting to get to the number of spanks he had decided for me and also get to the next part of his plan. It turns out the number Daddy had decided on was 606 spanks, with the last 6 being hard and leaving me panting on the bed when he finally stopped and let me take a moment. He gently unclipped my hands and helped me stand, whilst rubbing my back to iron out the stiffness after nearly an hour, face down, in a stress position.

I don't know what I was expecting next, but it definitely wasn't an instruction to go to the bathroom and weigh myself. I was so uncomfy at this point, all I wanted to do was get in the bath to be able to release the pressure in my tummy but Daddy knows he can trust me, as I never want to deny his pleasure at my wetness.

I walked carefully out of the bathroom and Daddy met me on the landing, he stroked my face and kissed me and said I looked so gorgeous. It always makes me melt and need to worship him, to know that when I'm dishevelled and pink and sweaty he can still look at me and want me more. I need that praise to be able to truly let go and not get in my head about how I look, when he uses me.

Daddy took my hand and led me downstairs and to the door leading out to the garden. He had pre-planned everything as were some flip flops waiting for me at the door. Even when ravaging me, Daddy knows I hate the feeling of dry stone on my feet and wants to make sure I can relax in his care. It's a bit chilly in the garden and I'm nervous but he took me outside and around to the side of the house, to a little courtyard area. I know that it's entirely private in Daddy's garden but i was still worrying that someone might see me, I'm not the exhibitionist that Daddy is. I know he'd love an audience watching me as he uses me, but I am more self conscious and apprehensive about being so exposed and open to judgement.

He paused and kissed me and held me for a second and asked if I'm ready. I say yes but I'm not entirely sure what I'm being readied for. I just know how much I love and trust him. I belong to him so whatever he decides he wants from me, I will obey. He told me to turn around, bend forward with my hands on the wall and stick my bottom out for him. I felt him run his hand gently over my very hot, plugged backside and says again that I've been a very good girl for him. I relaxed as he stroked me and I felt him line his cock up with my pussy and nudge against my slippery, swollen hole. I had one of those weird moments of clarity where I could hear birds, feel the roughness of the stone wall against my hands, the chill of the air and Daddy's thick rod against my cunt and all I wanted was for him to slam it hard inside me.

He did. Then proceeded to fuck me hard, sliding in and out with me feeling every ridge. The pressure building again on my gspot, because of my leaning position, was immense. I knew I was right on the brink of release and Daddy knew it too. We could both feel the wet sloppiness building at the entrance to my pussy as I found it hard to hold back. He stroked in and out a few more times until i was panting with urgency, it felt amazing even whilst im so on edge. Finally, he pulled out and I heard him say... you can release now baby, let all that hot squirt out for Daddy.

The geyser that erupted from me felt epic. It was like a pressure hose firing a narrow laser beam of water. I felt splashes from the ground bouncing liquid back onto my feet but my legs weren't close to being wet as the force of the expulsion kept it away from my body. The relief was instant as I heard the sounds of the water jet hitting the stone beneath me and my tummy empty. It felt like the jet went on for ages, in reality it was probably only 7-8 seconds but all I could hear aside from the sound of splashing water was Daddy saying oh wow, oh wow, that's incredible baby, don't stop, let it all out for me.

The pressure eased and as it slowed to drops, my thighs became wet and I felt the wetness sliding down my legs. Daddy turned me around slowly and looked at me, panting, very tired and with squirt running down my skin. He stroked my face and told me again it was amazing and that I'd done so well for him but now he needed to cum. So right there I squatted, a wet mess with shaky legs but it felt so right to be before him, with my legs wide apart, his pussy on show and my tongue out. I held my position as Daddy wanked his cock before me, he was so near the edge it only took moments before his ropes of cum were coating me. There was so much of it, I'd already drained him twice that morning so I couldn't believe how much kept covering me. My mouth and tits were coated with his reward and I watched him visibly relax and look down at me as he presented his cock for me to clean.

I love cleaning him, it's one of my strict rules that I always clean him with my mouth whenever he has cum or been inside me and it feels amazing to give him that service. I usually get carried away, enjoying the feeling of getting him totally clean and relaxed.

It wasn't a long clean this time, because my legs were shaky and an overwhelming tiredness was washing over me. Squirting is literally and figuratively draining for me, possibly because of the volume as it's such a large release and this was one of my biggest for a while. Daddy carefully helped me stand and passed me a towel to stay warm and reminded me that I have to go back upstairs before my shower and weigh myself. He wanted to know how much I released for him.

The scales revealed it was 0.55g. I'd released nearly a pint of squirt from my body thanks to Daddy's build up and use of his pussy. I was feeling really exhausted and needed to shower, as I was getting cold. Daddy helped me into the bathroom and to get into the shower, he could see I was wiped out. I think I surprised him when I squatted before him again and asked him to release his piss on me and clean my tits of his cum. Watersports is fairly new to me and we have been trying it slowly. He loves it and I love him, and in that moment I needed to feel I'd truly done my best and taken everything he could give me. So I held his hands and squatted before him and asked for a final reward. It felt hot and perfect to be so owned. I love you Daddy.