Daisy Dabs gets for not making dinner

Title: Daisy Dabs’ Delicious Kitchen Bondage Punishment

Daisy Dabs was in quite the pickle. It was 8 pm and she had completely forgotten to start dinner, despite promising her strict father she would have a hearty meal ready by 6. As she anxiously paced the kitchen, she heard his heavy footsteps approaching. The door swung open and there he stood, arms crossed and a furious scowl on his face.

“Daisy! I told you to have dinner ready an hour ago!” he bellowed.

She trembled, knowing full well the consequences of disobeying. “I’m so sorry Daddy! I got distracted and forgot. It won’t happen again, I swear!”

He shook his head in disappointment. “You think a flimsy apology will cut it? Clearly, you need a more…persuasive punishment. Strip.”

Daisy felt a shiver run down her spine. She knew that tone all too well. With shaking hands, she slowly removed her clothes until she was standing before him completely naked. His eyes raked over her nubile body, taking in her perky breasts and tight Latina ass.

“Good girl,” he approved. “Now, assuming the position. On the counter.”

Her heart raced as she climbed up onto the kitchen Island. She lay flat on her back and he secured her arms and legs with industrial strength duct tape, binding her spread-eagle. She tested her restraints, but there was no give. She was his to do with as he pleased.

He headed to the pantry and emerged with some lubricant. He slicked up his erect cock and without warning, thrust it into her dry pussy with one swift motion. Daisy cried out at the sudden intrusion, more from surprise than pain.

“That’s it, take it all,” he growled, slamming into her again and again. Her wet hole stretched around his thick manhood as he ruthlessly pounded her into the counter. Her petite tits bounced with each brutal thrust.

“Beg for more, whore!” he demanded, reaching up to roughly maul her breasts. Squeezing. Kneading. Leaving them red.

Daisy keened, head whipping from side to side. “Please Daddy! More! Punish me harder! I’ve been so bad!”

Обросший, he groped down to viciously twist and tug her sensitive nipples. Daisy sobbed, back arching up off the counter. The hurt and the pleasure blended together to send sparks exploding behind her eyes.

“Such a needy little slut,” he peddled into her faster, relentless cock now coated in her juices. “Play with your clit. Make yourself cum on Daddy’s cock.”

Hot tears streamed down her face as she obeyed, frantic fingers rubbing tight circles over her throbbing nub. She could feel her orgasm building, each thrust sending her higher and higher. Her breath came in harsh pants, moans spilling unbidden from her lips.

“Yes Daddy! I’m gonna…I’m gonna cum!” she wailed. “Please Daddy! Fill me up!”

Her cunt clenched down hard as her climax hit her like a tidal wave. Her body bowed off the counter, peaks of white light bursting behind her eyelids. She milked his cock for all she was worth.

He let out a guttural moan, hips jerking as he emptied himself deep inside her spasming hole. streams of hot cum shot into her womb, copious amounts leaking out around his softening member.

Daisy collapsed onto the counter in a heap of shaking limbs, panting and delirious. He unbound her and she remained spread eagle on the kitchen island, his seed seeping out of her.

He tucked himself away and gave her ass a few hard slaps. “Don’t let it happen again. Understand?”

“Yes Daddy,” she sighed blissfully, eyes fluttering shut. “No cook, no ting.”

He stalked off to his study, leaving her sprawled out in post-orgasm bliss. She knew she’d be marked as ‘taken’ as the other girls whispered about her. But for now, her pain and shame mixed together perfectly with the lingering pleasure.

She’d have to remember to set the oven timer on a brighter alarm next time. Worth it.