Chapter 14
Pam
Something shifted inside me as the spanking continued.
The pain didn’t lessen, but my relationship to it changed.
It started to feel like each strike was burning away something toxic, something that had poisoned me for years.
The shame I’d carried—not just from the past day but from my entire life—seemed to crack and crumble under Daddy Bill’s firm hand.
I stopped trying to hold back my sobs. I let them come freely, let the tears fall onto the floor beneath me. Daddy Ed squeezed my hands encouragingly, and I squeezed back, holding on to him like an anchor while Daddy Bill’s palm taught my bottom its terrible lesson.
When he finally stopped, my ass felt like it was on fire. I hung limply across his lap, wrung out and somehow lighter than I’d felt in years.
“Up,” Daddy Bill said gently, helping me slide off his lap. “On your knees in front of Daddy.”
I knelt on the carpet, my burning bottom resting on my heels, and looked up at him through tear-blurred eyes. His brown eyes held something that looked almost like tenderness as he began unfastening his khakis.
“When a bad girl gets spanked by her daddy,” he said, pulling out his cock, “she thanks him properly.”
The thick shaft was already half-hard, and I watched it swell fully under my gaze. He wrapped his hand around the base, holding it steady.
“Kiss it,” he instructed. “Show Daddy you’re grateful for the discipline he gave you.”
I leaned forward, my hands braced on his thighs, and pressed my lips to the head of his cock.
The taste of him made its way into my mouth, just a bit, like a naughty hint of forbidden musk—the kind of taste only a bad girl would find familiar.
My pussy clenched despite the burning pain in my bottom.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his free hand stroking my hair. “Now tell Daddy thank you.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” I whispered against his cock, then kissed it again, feeling even naughtier. “Thank you for spanking me.”
“Again,” he said.
I kissed him over and over, covering the head and shaft with a naughty girl’s grateful kisses while he stroked my hair and told me what a good bad girl I was being. Each kiss felt like a small surrender, another piece of my resistance crumbling away.
When Daddy Bill finally tucked himself back into his pants, Daddy Ed was already moving toward me. He lifted me easily in his strong arms, cradling me against his chest as he carried me toward the bedroom.
The space was completely dominated by the king-sized bed I’d glimpsed earlier, covered in a dark duvet.
Daddy Bill followed us in, and I watched as he opened a closet and pulled out a firm cushion—triangular and covered in leather, with something on one side that looked high-tech, to my surprise, like some sort of control panel.
He placed it in the center of the bed. My imagination raced, showing me different versions of what would happen next, all of them shameful but irresistibly arousing.
My stomach clenched with dread and anticipation as Daddy Ed lowered me onto the cushion, positioning me on my stomach so the thing elevated my hips, presenting my burning bottom at the perfect angle for what I knew must come next.
“This cushion has a special feature,” Daddy Bill explained as to my dismay he began, matter-of-factly, to take off his clothes. I craned my neck around, my heart racing, to see that Daddy Ed had also removed his shirt. “You’ll find out about that if you earn it.”
My brown-eyed daddy climbed onto the bed, making it bounce with his solid weight. I swallowed hard as I felt him move to straddle my thighs. His weight pressed me down into the mattress, making me feel trapped and protected at the same time.
I was still trying to look behind me, turning my face over my right shoulder and then my left. I felt Daddy Bill’s hand on my head turning it to face forward.
“Eyes front, bad girl,” he said. “Daddy’s going to do whatever he wants with your little bottom and your pussy now. You’re just going to take what Daddy gives you.”
I felt him reach for something—the lubricant, I realized as I heard the cap snap open.
Then his slick fingers were between my cheeks, circling my anus with increasing pressure.
I whimpered into the duvet, my hands clutching the fabric on either side, a little in front of my face, as he worked one finger inside, stretching me, preparing me for what was coming.
“Your little bottom is going to take Daddy’s cock now,” he said, working a second finger into me. The stretch was intense, riding that edge between pain and something darker. “You’re going to have your daddies’ penises in this adorable hole. Then you’ll truly be our bad girl.”
A third finger pressed inside and I cried out, my hands fisting in the duvet. Too much. It was too much. But he kept working me, kept stretching me, until finally he withdrew his fingers and I felt the blunt head of his cock press against my opening.
“Deep breath,” he instructed.
I sucked in air just as he began to push forward. The pressure was immediate and overwhelming, my body resisting the intrusion even as the lubricant eased the way. He pressed harder and I felt the ring of muscle begin to give, felt myself stretching wider than I’d ever stretched before.
“Fuck,” I gasped as the head breached me. “Oh, fuck… Daddy… please…”
“Shh, Little Pamela,” my daddy said. “Just feel Daddy in your littlest place. Daddy’s cock feels so good right now, going into his bad girl’s bottom.”
It took a long moment, in my dazed state, to realize that Daddy Bill had just called me by my name.
When my brain absorbed the word my ears had heard, I wasn’t even sure I had actually heard it.
Then Daddy Ed confirmed it, and my chest filled with a swirl of emotions so complicated I could never have picked them apart.
“That’s right, Little Pamela. Now that you’re taking your daddy’s hardness the way you should, we’ll use your real name, when you’re behaving yourself.”
Daddy Bill had buried himself completely in my no-longer-virgin anus.
I sobbed as I felt his muscular lap press against my well-spanked bottom.
I tried to push away the insane gratitude, the perverse affection, that rose in me at being told I had earned my name back—just as it seemed I could earn my panties and my uniform.
Even with the terrible discomfort of my daddy’s enormous manhood in my most private place, though…
no, somehow as a result of that shameful feeling I couldn’t stop myself.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I whispered. Then I cried out as Daddy Bill moved in me, and began really to fuck me in the ass. He let out a grunt of pleasure as he surged in and out, very obviously enjoying the shameful, dominant, masculine, unnatural act I had told myself I would never allow.
I felt my body adjusting to the thick intrusion, the burning stretch becoming something I could almost process. Each thrust sent waves of sensation through me that I couldn’t categorize—pain and pleasure tangled together until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I gasped out between thrusts. “Thank you for… for fucking my bottom.”
The words felt obscene coming from my mouth, but somehow right. Like this was what I was supposed to say, what I was supposed to feel. The moment they left my lips, I heard a soft click and suddenly the cushion beneath me came to life.
The vibration started low and insistent, pressed directly against my clit.
My whole body jerked at the sensation, my pussy clenching desperately around nothing while Daddy Bill’s cock continued its relentless assault on my ass.
The combination was overwhelming—the hard manhood impaling my bottom, the steady vibration against my most sensitive spot, the weight of him pressing me down into the mattress.
“Oh, god,” I moaned, my hands clutching the duvet tighter. “Oh, god, Daddy, I can’t—”
“Oh, yes, you can,” Daddy Bill said, his voice husky with his own pleasure. “You’re going to come with Daddy’s cock in your ass, bad girl. Show Daddy what a good little anal slut you are.”
The vibrations increased in intensity and I felt my orgasm building with terrifying speed.
Every nerve ending in my body seemed to fire at once as he thrust deeper, harder, the vibrator working my clit with its mechanical relentlessness.
I tried to hold back, tried to maintain some shred of control, but it was useless.
My climax crashed over me like a tidal wave, ripping through my body with an intensity that made me scream into the duvet.
My ass clenched around Daddy Bill’s cock and I heard him groan above me, felt him swell even larger inside me as my muscles spasmed around him.
The vibrator didn’t stop, kept working me through the waves of pleasure until I was sobbing with the intensity of it.
“That’s it,” Daddy Bill grunted, his thrusts becoming more erratic. “Fuck, that’s it, Little Pamela. You’re going to get Daddy’s seed in your ass.”
He drove deep one final time and I felt him pulse inside me, felt the hot flood of his release. The sensation triggered another smaller orgasm that left me shaking and gasping for air. He stayed buried in me for a long moment, both of us breathing hard, before finally withdrawing.
The emptiness left behind by my daddy’s enormous cock was immediate and disorienting. I felt his release leaking out of me, felt the soreness and the stretch, felt utterly used and claimed in a way I’d never experienced before.
“My turn,” Daddy Ed said from somewhere that felt miles away.
I whimpered into the duvet, my body already oversensitive, but Daddy Bill’s weight lifted from my thighs and I felt the mattress shift as Daddy Ed took his place.
His hands spread my cheeks, and I knew he was looking at what another daddy had done to me—at my stretched, used hole still slick with lubricant and cum.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, and then I felt more lubricant being applied, his fingers working it into my tender opening. “Your ass is going to feel so good around Daddy’s cock, Little Pamela.”
When he pressed inside, the stretch felt different—Daddy Ed’s cock seemed slightly longer, and he filled me in a way that made me gasp and arch my back.
The vibrator was still going, still working my clit with that unceasing pressure, and I felt another orgasm building before he’d even started to move.
“Please,” I whimpered, though I wasn’t sure what I was begging for anymore. “Please, Daddy…”
He began to thrust, slower than Daddy Bill had but somehow deeper, hitting places inside me that made me cry out in mingled discomfort and need. The vibrator pulsed against my clit and I came again, my body convulsing around him while he groaned his approval.
“That’s two,” he said, his analytical voice somehow making everything more intense. “Let’s see how many more we can get out of you.”
My blue-eyed daddy fucked my ass with patient thoroughness, adjusting his angle until he found the spot that made me scream.
Every thrust pressed me harder against the vibrating cushion, and I lost count of how many times I came.
My body seemed to exist in a permanent state of orgasm, waves of pleasure crashing over me one after another until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the next began.
“Please,” I sobbed, my voice hoarse. “Please, I can’t… it’s too much…”
“Take it,” Daddy Ed said firmly, his pace never faltering. “Your body needs to get used to this, Little Pamela. You’ll take your daddies’ cocks and come over and over until you understand what you really are.”
His words sent me over the edge again, my ass clenching around him as another orgasm tore through my exhausted body. I heard him grunt, felt his fingers dig into my hips as he drove deep and held himself there, his cock pulsing as he filled me just as Daddy Bill had done.
The vibrator finally clicked off. My mind floated somewhere far away from my body. I felt Daddy Ed withdraw and then strong hands were lifting me, turning me over onto my back on the bed beside the cushion.
I stared up at the ceiling, dazed and disoriented, feeling their combined release leaking from my well-used bottom. Daddy Bill appeared in my line of sight, a warm washcloth in his hand, and he began cleaning me with gentle strokes that felt impossibly tender after what they’d just done.
“You did so well, Little Pamela,” he murmured, his brown eyes soft as he cleaned between my legs. “Such a good bad girl for your daddies.”