Lessons in Discipline
Daddy's grrl © 2007

PART I

It was a Friday.

It had been a week since I’d seen Daddy but we talked every day and I still loved him just as much as I had from the start. The soreness had just left my jaw and pussy and in its place arose the ache of longing. I wanted him to come and get me for the weekend, but he had to leave town on business. I was sad. I wanted attention and I was determined to have some fun with or without him.

A group of my friends were having a little get together Saturday night; I had asked Daddy if I could go and he said “no,” which is his right as my Dom. Of course, as a good sub, I’m expected to obey him but in my moment of spoiled gloom over him not coming to see me, I went anyway. Big no-no.

I had a great time at the party – ate, drank, danced and joked around, good clean fun! I was truly care-free, as is my way, and I didn’t think at all about the trouble I would be in. Though I did make a few jokes with my friends about the “pain I go through to see them,” I actually thought maybe I wouldn’t get in trouble at all. I mean, how would he know I went? And what would he really do?

I spent the night at a girlfriend’s house and we woke up to movies and breakfast on Sunday morning. As we noshed, my phone buzzed to alert me of a new text message: it was Daddy.

You went to that fucking party.

The message was accusatory and knowing. My heart leapt into my throat and I looked around as though I would find him standing there watching me. Just as I hit ‘reply’ and got ready to send back a bold-faced untruth, the phone buzzed again.

Don’t lie, bitch. I know you went. You’re in big trouble. Call me when you get home.

I looked around again. Damn, how did he know I wasn’t home? How did he know I went? Did one of my friends sell me out unknowingly? A million questions ran through my head and an exhilarating fear washed over me. I was scared but excited; I was eager to get home and talk to him to see what he actually knew and how much trouble I was really in.

*****

My pulse quickened as the phone rang. His gruff tenor greeted me harshly.

“Yes, bitch.”

“Umm, hello Daddy,” I squeaked shyly.

“Don’t be all quiet now; I’m sure you weren’t quiet at that party.”

I didn’t reply.

“Speak, cunt!” he barked.

“Umm, well no I wasn’t Daddy and I’m sorry I disobeyed you but I was…”

“Shut up, I don’t want to hear it. I don’t care why you went, you’re in trouble.”

“But Daddy…”

“I said, shut the fuck up,” he spoke each word sharply and deliberately. “I don’t want to hear it.”

I was silent.

“So what do you think I should do?” he asked.

“I don’t know, Daddy.”

“You don’t know?”

“No,” said softly.

“Well I know how to deal with disobedient little sluts, so don’t you worry.”

“I’m sorry,” I said sweetly, genuinely feeling bad.

“No you’re not. You did what you wanted to do and now I’m gonna do what I want to do to you. I’ll be there on Friday and I’ll have my belt.”

-click-

*****

I was on pins and needles all week. I’d barely even heard his voice – I was on punishment and relegated to text messages and that last word I heard him speak echoed through my head. “Belt.” Friday morning finally arrived and the phone rang:

“Hi Daddy!” I chirped.

“Be where I picked you up before in 20 minutes, not a minute later, you understand me slut?”

“Yes, D– ”

-click-

I didn’t have to make too much of a mad dash, as I had already showered and picked out what I would wear. I put my clothes on, groomed and preened a bit and was out the door in 10 minutes flat. I walked hurriedly, but not fast enough to start sweating. I was standing in place when he pulled up. At least I had avoided being scolded again.

He popped open the door and smiled at me. That wonderfully sick Cheshire cat smile that was so endeared to me. I lowered my head, I could feel his warm gaze boring through me – I had disappointed him and I would pay, but he couldn’t help but love me and smile at me – at least for a moment.

“Come on bitch, you’re wasting time,” he gently chided as he got down and helped me into the truck. I went to sit in the passenger seat and he grabbed my arm.

“What are you doing?” he asked, looking at the seat and then at me.

“I-I’m sitting down Daddy,” I replied nervously. What had I done now?

“Oh no, cunt, you sit your disobedient ass in the back – don’t think you’re not in trouble just cuz I smiled at you,” he snarled. “Get back there on that bed, take your clothes off and lay down. And don’t even think about touching that greedy little pussy. That throat and asshole are MINE today.”

I quickly undressed and lay face down on the bed as he settled back into his seat and buckled up. He turned to look at me as his long arm reached back and he stroked my face gently; his hand traveled down my body

“I wish you would behave, bitch,” he started, “but I’m glad you don’t because I’m gonna have fun spanking that fat ass.”

Part II

I almost fell off of the bed when we took off.

I was lying naked, face down with my hands at my sides and was not at all prepared for the lurch of the truck when Daddy hit the gas pedal. In hindsight, I’m sure his sadistic ass did it on purpose – part of why I loved him. He heard me squeal and saw me struggle to catch myself in the mirror; he laughed at me and commanded me to “shut up that noise.”

We rode for a while in silence. Music was playing but we weren’t talking and, as much as I was dying to speak to him and tell him everything that had been going on in the 2 weeks since we’d seen each other, I knew better than to speak before I was spoken to – especially when he was in this type of mood. Holding my tongue was painful, but I managed to keep myself mute until he asked:

“What are you thinking about, bitch?”

I hesitated for a moment, not wanting to say the wrong thing, but finally settled on, “Just about how much I missed you, Daddy.”

That was, apparently, the wrong answer.

“How much you missed me, eh?” He mocked, “Missed me SO much in fact that you couldn’t obey ONE simple order?”

I looked down, ashamed. I shook my head slowly from side to side, and he reached back and pinched my arm so quickly I didn’t even know what had happened for a second. It hurt quite badly, but I didn't make a noise.

“What did I tell you about that headshaking shit?” He asked, very annoyed. I was batting 0 for 0 today, it seemed.

I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, but I tried to contain them because I knew that tears at this stage would only anger him more. It wasn’t the pain – I just truly hated to disappoint him, I wanted to be his perfect girl but being spoiled had gotten the best of me.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I whispered, choking back tears.

“Not as sorry as you’re gonna be, bitch. You WILL learn not to disobey me. What if I had wanted to surprise you and I’d shown up and you weren’t home?”

I hadn’t even thought of that. Now I felt so bad I wanted to sink through the bed.

“Hadn’t thought of that, had you whore?” he asked, as though reading my mind as usual.

“No, Daddy,” I scratched out no longer able to hold back the renegade tear that hurriedly escaped down my cheek.

“No, you didn’t. That’s precisely why I’M the Daddy and YOU are the worthless slut who does whatever the FUCK I SAY, isn’t it?”

Tears now blurred my vision. I didn’t feel worthy of speech at the moment, but I knew that nodding would only get me reprimanded again so I eked out a verbal response. He looked back at me briefly and then back at the road and then he abruptly pulled the 18-wheeler over to the shoulder and put on the hazard lights.

I felt my adrenaline surge as he unfastened his seatbelt and launched his powerfully lanky, 6’8” frame toward me. I reflexively sat up and shrank back into the furthest corner of the bed.

“Get your ass over here!” he commanded as he unbuckled his heavy leather belt and pulled it out of its loops.

“Daddy, please, no!” I cried as I tried to back even further into the corner, to no avail.

“I said, get over here,” he repeated through clenched teeth as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, “Don’t MAKE me have to come and get you. And stop the fucking crying I didn’t even touch you yet!”

His huge, engorged dick strained to get out of his pants faster than he could pull it out and it finally broke free. Despite my fear, my desire to suck that hard, gorgeous giant drew me towards him. I got onto all fours and crawled to him, mouth open, eyes closed.

“Close your fucking mouth!” He scolded, just before I would’ve made contact. “You really think you deserve to suck my dick? Please, bitch!”

I was so humiliated. My heart sank but I held my composure and felt my hungry little pussy tighten as he began to stroke himself. He smacked me on either side of my face a few times with his hard, heavy cock and then he put out his hand, commanding me to spit in it.

I obeyed.

Using my saliva as lubricant, he continued to caress his dick with long, firm strokes. I watched intently, just dying for him to shove it into my mouth and allow me to pleasure him but he did not. I remained on edge as he continued for several minutes; I could see in his posture that he was getting close to climax and I hoped that he’d at least allow me the pleasure of tasting his sweet cum. He stepped closer and drew the head of his dick very close to my lips but I didn’t dare open my mouth until he ordered it.

To my disappointment, he didn’t.

“Don’t you DARE open your whorish mouth,” he started as his chest began to heave, “sluts who don’t listen don’t get to taste Daddy’s cum.”

He increased his rhythm and rocked his hips along with it. My pussy clenched with desire and I could feel a small trickle of wetness running down my thigh. I wanted him to fuck me SO badly, but I’d have to wait.

He let out a guttural moan and I knew what was coming.

“Close your eyes, bitch,” he commanded as he sprayed his cum all over my face. It came out in hot spurts and soon covered my entire face and felt as though it would drip from my chin. As I reached up to wipe it off, or at least catch the drips, he popped my hand.

“Don’t you touch that, let it stay right there. Sit back so that it drips on those big slutty tits.”

I sat back on my heels and it did indeed drip down my face and onto my tits and thighs. It started to get cold because of the air conditioning in the truck and it felt slimy and disgusting but I didn’t move. He looked satisfied but devious, as though he was trying to think of another way to humiliate me and he soon figured out how.

He raked his long finger up my left breast, bringing a fingerful of his now cold cum with it and held the finger to my mouth. I instinctively pulled my lips in but his harsh gaze implored me to open up before he had to tell me. I tried to keep the disgusted look off of my face as I sucked his finger clean – there’s not much worse than cold cum. It was horrible, but somewhere inside I was happy to be tasting him at last. I lingered, sucking his finger a little longer than necessary. That little display made him smile at me in spite of himself.

“Dirty bitch,” he said with a sneer, “you wanna suck my dick so bad. Slut.”

He continued to scoop up the cum and feed it to me with his finger. It got grosser and grosser by the moment but I managed to swallow it all with a smile. I wanted his dick in me so badly – I was already on the edge and I couldn’t afford to piss him off any more.

Fortunately, he looked pleased. He said:

“Mmm, you’re so fucking nasty,” as he tweaked my right nipple hard between his fingers. “I bet your pussy’s all wet, isn’t it?”

“Yesss,” I moaned as his fingers found their way to my tight, dripping hole. He quickly shoved one thick finger inside; I gasped and began to thrust my hips in rhythm as he finger-fucked me for a few moments. My pussy was ravenous and it took everything in me not to cry out and beg for more when it suddenly found itself empty.

“That’s all you get, now lay down. I’ll have to wait ‘til we get where we’re going to beat that ass. We’d better pull of before the damn cops come tryina mess with me,” he said, turning to walk back toward the front of the truck.

Part III

I woke up slightly groggy, and alone.

I sat up and looked around – no sign of Daddy, but I knew he hadn’t gone far. I looked at my cell phone; it was after 3 and saw out the window that the sun was high in the sky moving toward the west. I took the moment while I was alone and thinking of it to call and check my office voice mail. No new messages. Good. I pulled the soft, white sheet off the bed and wrapped it around me. I found a bottle of water and took and nice long swig as I settled into the passenger seat for a brief moment.

Just as I did, I saw Him coming.

His long strides brought him close at a rapid pace and I scrambled to get back on the bed before he opened the door. I disengaged from the sheet and spread it back out on the bed and put the water back where I’d found it. As soon as I was in place, the door popped open and he looked in at me.

“What are you doing now?” he asked matter-of-factly.

“Nothing, Daddy I just woke up,” I replied in a sweet, drowsy voice as he climbed back into the truck with a black grocery bag in tow. He placed the bag on the floor and looked me in the eye.

“Yeah, right… were you sitting up here?”

“Umm…” I stammered.

“‘Umm’ is not an answer.”

“Well, just for a second Daddy, just so I could –”

He grabbed me by the throat mid-sentence and pierced me with his gaze.

“Did I tell you to get off the fucking bed, slut?” he asked intently, without a blink. “No, I didn’t,” he continued answering his own question as he released me and shoved me toward the far side of the bed. He sat down next to me, picked up the bag he had brought in and began to rifle through it.

“And to think, I actually brought your bad ass some treats,” he said, shaking his head in mock lamentation. I tried to hold back the smile that was breaking across my face, but he saw it and it made him smile too.

“Spoiled bitch, come here,” he chuckled as he drew me to him and hugged me and kissed me. I felt myself get warm inside – how I loved his kisses. He looked serious and asked: “So, you want this frappuccino before or after I whip your ass?”

My face dropped and I paused.

“After,” I whispered, finally.

“Don’t look so sad, baby. You didn’t think you were gonna get off that easy, did you?”

“No, Daddy.”

“I mean, what kind of Daddy would I be if I let you slide on some shit like that, huh slut?”

I didn’t respond. He kissed me once more on the lips and then stood up.

“C’mon, cunt – assume the position. And you BETTER not start crying.”

I turned around and presented my ass to him with my face down on the bed. I heard his belt jingle as he pulled it from the loops and my stomach tightened, and I felt slightly nauseous with excitement and anticipation. He doubled the belt over and popped it a few times which made me gasp and jump – he found it very amusing.

CRACK!

The first blow of the belt struck my upturned ass-cheek; my mouth opened but the pain was so sharp that no sound would escape. This was the first time Daddy ever used the belt on me and it hurt SO much more than I had figured it would. I rocked my body back and forth and bit into the pillow and as my ass rocked backwards toward him, the belt struck me again.

CRACK!

This strike was harder and I simultaneously screamed, turned and sat my ass down on the bed facing him.

“Daddy, please!”

“Turn around!” he firmly directed.

“No, please no more, I’ll be good Daddy please!” I begged. He reached out, grabbed me by the hair and pulled me toward him.

“I know you’re gonna be good, bitch cuz you’re gonna turn around like I said!” he exclaimed, using my hair to guide me back into position. I whimpered and braced for the next blow.

“I was only gonna give you one more, slut,” he began, “but since you couldn’t control yourself you’re gonna get THREE more.”

CRACK!

The first of the three hit my left thigh just under the buttock. My body tensed and I bit into the mass of sheet I had balled up between my arms, suppressing a squeal. Before I could prepare for the next one…

CRACK!

It landed on my right ass cheek. This time I squealed openly and began to sob, but I stayed still.

CRACK!

The last one struck in the exact same spot and it burned like nothing ever had. I arched my back hard and started to lift up, but his long arm reached out and grabbed the back of my head, shoving my face back into the bed. As he held me in place with his left hand, his enormous cock suddenly entered me with full force.

I cried out in ecstasy as he began to stroke my starving pussy hard and fast.

In and out, in and out, in and out he slid, stretching me open, still holding my hair with his left hand and reaching around me to play with my clit with his right. My ass cheeks seared with pain but my pussy was drenched in pleasurable sensations.

“Nasty slut,” he panted, “if it hurt so bad, why’s your pussy so fuckin’ wet? Huh, bitch.”

I moaned and threw my hips back toward him.

“Cuz you’re a dirty whore, aren’t you? Aren’t you?” he asked, yanking my head back.

“Yes, D-d-daddy,” I stammered.

“Say it bitch!”

“I’m a dirty whore!” I exclaimed.

“Louder, slut!”

“I’m a dirty whore!” I repeated, almost shouting.

He continued pounding me hard and deep. Drool slipped from the corner of my mouth and I went to a place, far, far away. I felt something wet land on my back and it snapped me out of my trance – he had spit on me. I heard him spit again, but this time it missed my back and landed on the bed not far from my face. He spit again and it landed on my ass.

“Rub your face in that spit, cunt!” he commanded without missing a stroke. I hesitated and he slapped my ass hard, causing me to buck and cry out. He shouted: “Do it!”

I hesitantly rubbed my cheek in the spit and continued enjoying being ravaged so savagely by my Daddy. His dick felt heavenly; I would endure many measures of humiliation never to have to be without it. He snatched it from my pussy and I backed up frantically searching for it.

“Mmm you don’t like it when Daddy takes the dick away do you, slut?” he asked, teasing my pussy with the head. I squealed and moved my ass in circles trying to get him back inside me by pure will.

“No Daddy, please don’t take it away!” I begged, “I love it Daddy, please!”

He lined his dick back up to my juicy slit and teased it with the head a little more. Just as he thrust himself back inside and I felt some measure of relief, there was a knock on the door of the truck.

Part IV

My heart skipped a beat.

“Be right there! Hold on!” Daddy exclaimed, withdrawing from me and leaving my pussy abandoned once again. He quickly fastened his pants as I wrapped myself up in the sheet and backed into the corner where I wouldn’t be seen. He sat down in the driver’s seat and popped the door open.

“Hey man! I’m SO glad I caught you,” I heard what sounded like another Black man’s voice say. “I forgot to have you sign this.”

“Awww damn man, that would not have been cool. I’m glad you caught me too,” Daddy replied jovially and they both laughed. The man handed up a clipboard, which Daddy quickly signed and handed back.

“Yo, thanks,” the man said as he took the clipboard back.

“No problem, man.”

“You know,” the man began, chuckling to himself. “I thought I heard a woman screaming back here a few minutes ago. I must be buggin’ out.”

Daddy gave a diabolical laugh and looked at me in the rearview mirror.

“Well, you never know what goes on back here – better watch yourself, man.”

The man laughed and said, “Nah, I’m sure it was nothing, just too many blunts and shit.”

They both laughed again and I felt a sneeze welling up in my nose. I was trying to hold it until he closed the door, but it slipped out with a little “achoo.”

Daddy looked at me in the mirror and I could see the man perk up outside. A broad smile spread across his face.

“Oh! Oh ok, bro my bad! Now I know why I was hearing that – Ahhhhhhh!” the man exclaimed excitedly, trying to slap Daddy five.

Daddy let out a superior snicker as he accepted the man’s kudos. “Yeah man you know… I got my baby back here. You wanna see her?”

What did he mean see me?

“Umm, well I mean,” the man stammered, “you know, I wasn’t tryina interrupt –”

Daddy held up his hand, cutting the man off. “Man, listen it’s cool, she likes me to show her off – don’t you baby?” he asked, turning to look back at me.

A lump formed in my throat. I tried to swallow but couldn’t, and before I could respond, he reached his hand out to me.

“Come here,” he said sweetly but firmly. It was not a request – it was an order.

I could see the man stepping back so he could get a good look at whatever was about to happen as I slowly rose from the bed and started toward Daddy. With the sheet still wrapped around me, I took his hand and let him guide me to the open space between the driver’s and passenger seats. I kept my eyes demurely cast down and therefore could clearly see the man’s face and reactions.

“Wow! She’s pretty!” he said enthusiastically, with a smile. “I love those gorgeous dreads.”

“Yeah me too,” Daddy said proudly. He whispered in my ear, “Now let’s show him the rest, slut, you know you want to,” as he began to disentangle the sheet from my curves.

First my left breast was revealed, then my right. I saw the man’s jaw drop as the sheet approached my hips and Daddy kept going. The man swallowed hard as the sheet hit the floor and I stood completely naked before him, elevated in the trucks cab, giving him a better vantage point. Daddy pulled me to him caressed one of my soft, double-D tits with his large hand, he then began to knead the other tit. He kissed me languidly on the stomach.

“So?” He inquired of the man.

“Man, just, man… wow! Umm, thanks a lot man! She’s just, wow!” the man stuttered, not taking his eyes off me for a moment.

“Yeah she’s very sweet too,” said Daddy, sucking my left nipple with a satisfied grin on his face. He was clearly tormenting the man who was all of 5’3”, missing teeth and who he knew I’d never give the time of day under ordinary circumstances. At least I wasn’t the only one he enjoyed torturing.

“Put your foot up here,” Daddy said softly as he tapped me on the back of my left calf. I immediately obeyed, placing my bare foot, with its cute, polished fuchsia toenails, on his chair behind his butt, which spread me open for the man to see. The man licked his lips and began to wring his hands wondering, I’m sure, if he was dreaming.

Daddy began to play with my sticky, wet pussy as the man continued to ogle me. I rocked my hips ever so slightly, feeling my juices slosh around and my pussy tighten. I would have to have him inside me again before the day was done. He played with my clit and sucked my nipple just long enough to get me fully excited and almost oblivious to the man’s presence, and then he said to the man:

“Would you like to taste her?”

The man nodded and said, “Are you serious? Sure!” and I got very nervous. Daddy had NEVER let anyone else touch me, least of which some guy he doesn’t even know. I didn’t think he would start now, but I was worried nonetheless until he pulled me to him and whispered something in my ear.

Following his private command, I rubbed my clit, slid 2 fingers inside my pussy momentarily and then bent down and offered the fingers to the man as he stood in awe outside the door. He looked at Daddy, then at me, then back at Daddy again and finally, he seized my hand licking and sucking my fingers as though he might devour them. I looked down and noticed for the first time, the raging hard-on straining his sweatpants and it made me giggle to myself.

Daddy popped me on the ass which was my clue to lean up, and I did after slowly withdrawing my hand from the man’s possession. Daddy gave a nod towards the back of the truck and I returned to the bed from whence I came.

“Aite man, we’re gonna have to go,” Daddy said, nonchalantly as though nothing out of the ordinary had just occurred.

“Umm, ok, alright man well umm… thanks and umm, be safe and all and umm… thanks!” The man sputtered, as he stepped back away from the door, trying to regain his composure and get the blood back to his brain.

“True,” Daddy replied simply as he shut the door. “I’m sure I’ll see you again sometime, man. Be easy,” he said to the man out the window as he threw the truck in gear.

We took off immediately and drove a little ways down the road to the parking lot of a large appliance store. Daddy parked far off from anyone else and instructed me to go outside and pee and gave me a bottle of water to wash my hands and face with. After ensuring that no one would see me, I slipped on my sandals and jumped down from the truck. I walked a little ways down from the door and squatted on the side of the truck to pee, as I had done so many times before. I washed my face, hands and pussy with the water.

As soon as I was back into the truck Daddy grabbed me, began to kiss me and threw me down on the bed. He kissed me deeply, sliding his long tongue into my mouth and biting my lips with quick nips; he took my breast into his hand and began to suck the erect nipple, biting it, sucking it hard as though the thought something would come out of it. My hips writhed and I moaned in his ear as he kissed and bit my neck.

“Mmm, Daddy loves his nasty slut,” he hissed in my ear as he came up to nibble on my earlobe. I could feel his erection pressing against me and I wanted it in me, in any or all of my holes.

“Lemmie suck it, please Daddy?” I asked softly, afraid he’d deny me again.

“Well…” he started. “You have been a pretty good girl today, and you know I love that dirty mouth on my dick.”

He raised up from the bed and revealed the big, beautiful piece of meat that makes me do such nasty things for it. I felt butterflies in my stomach as it moved closer to my face, and I caught that first whiff, and I relished in the first moment it made contact with my waiting tongue. Nothing had ever tasted better, I sucked it gently – which I know slightly frustrates him – and I waited for him to do what he knows I love.

“Oh, nasty girl wants her throat fucked huh?” he said with a sneer.

The words shot through me and made my nipples stand up, I began to suck him more vigorously as he took my kinky hair in his hand and began to stroke my mouth unyieldingly. His huge, hard cock went into my throat with every stroke and gagged me a few times but I’ve learned to control that for the most part.

“Mmm you greedy bitch, yeah suck it,” he growled through clenched teeth.

It felt so good to be pleasuring him; I gave it my all and tried to take his dick deeper into my throat than ever before. He groaned and continued to slide his engorged organ in and out of my mouth, reaching down to pull at my nipples and pussy lips. His cock was way too long for me to take the entire thing down my throat, as much as I tried, so he used his hand to stroke the part my mouth couldn’t reach. I loved it when he did that, especially when he slightly grabbed my lips as he stroked. He pulled his dick from my mouth and pushed me gently onto my back.

“You know I wanted some of that tight little asshole today, but I’ll wait ‘til next time,” he said as he let his pants drop to the floor and pulled off his shirt. He climbed on top of me and slowly inserted himself into my wet, waiting honey pot, sliding his arms under me and pulling me tight to him. I inhaled sharply and immediately wrapped my legs around him, melting into him – this is the best aftercare a slut can get.