Chapter 21
Pam
He began to move, fucking my face with steady thrusts that made me gag when he hit the back of my throat. My hands stayed locked on my bottom, holding myself open while he used my mouth. Tears streamed down my face but I didn’t pull away.
Then he withdrew and Daddy Ed took his place.
As always, my blue-eyed daddy’s cock felt slightly different—longer, hitting places that made me choke.
He gripped my hair firmly, controlling the pace, using my mouth for his pleasure while I knelt there holding my punished bottom open like the bad girl I was.
They took turns like that, back and forth, each one pushing deeper than seemed possible. My jaw ached. Saliva dripped down my chin. But neither of them came. They just kept using me, kept reminding me with each thrust that my mouth belonged to them.
Finally Daddy Ed pulled out and stepped back. “Face to the floor,” he instructed. “Keep those hands where they are.”
I bent forward until my forehead touched the carpet, my bottom raised high, my hands still spreading my cheeks. I felt Daddy Ed’s fingers grip the base of the plug.
“Deep breath,” he said, his voice terribly severe—a paternal tone so different from the gentle, caring way he usually had with me, when training me in some difficult and shameful service that filled me with hot, dark need despite myself.
Then he pulled. The stretch was immediate and overwhelming as the widest part began to emerge.
I screamed into the carpet, my body trying to clench against the intrusion in reverse.
My hips wove up and down, side to side, as if I could escape from my daddy’s punishment.
But he was relentless, working the plug out slowly but steadily until finally it popped free and I felt horribly empty.
Strong hands lifted me then, and I felt myself being carried toward the bedroom. They laid me down on the bed, on my back. They loomed over me as they took off their clothes, the looks on their faces just as hard as the huge cocks that jutted from their laps, still glistening with my saliva.
“I…” I tried. My voice sounded strange to me, and inappropriate—as if even I could understand that a bad girl shouldn’t think she had the slightest say in how her daddies disciplined her. “You… Daddies… please…”
Daddy Bill’s eyes narrowed.
“If you know what’s good for you, Little Seventy-One, you’ll shut that mouth and take what Daddy decides to give you.”
I felt my face twist into a pathetic pout. A sob rose in my throat.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered. I found, partly to my distress, that I meant it.
“Not as sorry as you’re going to be,” said Daddy Ed curtly.
He glanced over at Daddy Bill, who nodded.
They lay down on the bed with me. I felt my eyes go very wide as their huge, strong hands took hold of me, turning me onto my side facing Daddy Ed with Daddy Bill behind me.
“Bend your legs,” Daddy Ed instructed. “Wrap them around Daddy’s waist.”
I obeyed with a whimper of fear as I began to understand, my thighs parting as I hooked my legs around him. The position opened me completely, exposed every part of me for their use.
Not as sorry as you’re going to be. Such a cliché… and… and kind of… not true?
At least in the usual sense—the way a daddy says not as sorry as you’re going to be, when he’s about to give a bare-bottom spanking.
When his naughty girl is begging not to go over his knee, apologizing and saying she’ll never misbehave again, Daddy says it, and means that he’s going to spank her so hard she’ll truly think twice about being naughty, next time.
But this…
I felt Daddy Ed’s cock press against my pussy, and despite everything—the punishment, the humiliation, the exhaustion—I was wet.
Ever since I had watched Emily take both her daddies like this, I had feared it…
but I had also been desperate to know what it felt like to be enjoyed that way, in both my holes.
The rigid penis pushed inside my vagina and I gasped at the fullness. My pussy clenched around him, welcoming the invasion even as my mind reeled from everything that had happened.
Not as sorry as you’re going to be.
My daddies were giving me what I had wanted—as perverse and shameful as the desire had seemed.
Not just what I wanted. What I needed.
How could I be sorry about that?
Behind me, I felt lubricant being applied to my anus. I whimpered as Daddy Bill’s fingers worked it in, stretching me, preparing me for what was coming. Then the head of his cock pressed against my opening and I cried out.
“Please,” I sobbed. “Please, Daddy, it’s so sore…”
“I know, baby,” Daddy Bill murmured against my ear. “That’s why it’s going to teach you such a good lesson.”
He pushed forward and I screamed as his hardness breached me. The stretch hurt so much after the plug, my tender tissues protesting the intrusion. But he didn’t stop, just kept pushing until he was fully seated inside my ass.
The fullness nearly overwhelmed me. Both my daddies were inside me at once, filling every part of me, claiming me completely. I felt punished and loved at the same time—the contradiction making my chest ache with emotions I couldn’t process.
Oh, God. Daddy Ed hadn’t meant Not as sorry as you’re going to be in the usual way at all.
They began to move in tandem, one thrusting in as the other pulled back. The sensation was indescribable—pleasure and pain tangled together until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.
“I’m sorry,” I sobbed, the words bursting out of me. “I’m so sorry, Daddy. I’m so sorry I tried to deceive you. I’m sorry I sabotaged the code. I’m sorry—”
“Shh,” Daddy Ed said, his blue eyes locked on mine as he thrust deeper. “We know you’re sorry, bad girl. Now come for your daddies.”
“Come on our cocks,” Daddy Bill echoed from behind me, his penis working in and out of my sore bottom. “Show us you understand who you belong to.”
The orgasm hit without warning, crashing through me with devastating force. I screamed, my body convulsing between them as they continued their relentless rhythm. The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain, so complete it felt like I was being unmade.
“Again,” Daddy Ed commanded. “Come again.”
His fingers found my clit and the second orgasm tore through me before the first had fully subsided. I sobbed with the intensity of it, my muscles clenching around both their cocks, my mind fracturing into pieces that couldn’t reassemble.
“Daddy… oh, please… Daddy… Daddy… Daddy…” I sobbed. The word. Daddy. The magic word that felt almost like I had Daddy’s penis in my mouth, making Daddy feel good, the way a good bad girl did… doing the thing her mouth was intended for.
They didn’t stop. They just kept fucking me, kept commanding me to come, and my body obeyed over and over until I lost count. The pleasure became a constant state, waves crashing over me without pause.
Then they were moving me, repositioning me.
Daddy Bill withdrew and went to the bathroom while Daddy Ed rolled me onto my hands and knees.
He moved in front of me, kneeling on the bed.
His cock glistened with lubricant and my own need, and I opened my mouth automatically to take him in where he belonged.
Behind me, Daddy Bill returned, his cock clean, and stood at the edge of the bed.
He took firm hold of my hips and thrust home, into my pussy, filling me again so that I screamed.
They fucked me like that—one in my mouth, one in my vagina—until I came again.
The orgasm nearly made me choke on Daddy Ed’s cock, but he kept fucking my face, his fingers interlaced around the back of my head to keep my mouth exactly where he wanted it.
“I want the ass,” Daddy Ed said.
“Sure,” Daddy Bill replied. “I’ll take the cunt.”
The c-word. They hadn’t used it before. I sobbed with shame even as part of my brain wondered how I could possibly be bothered by my daddies talking in that degrading way about me.
They pulled their penises out of me. Daddy Ed lifted me up as if I weighed nothing. Daddy Bill lay on his back at the edge of the bed. They made me straddle my brown-eyed daddy. Daddy Ed pressed down on my hips to make me take all of Daddy Bill’s cock.
“Spread those cheeks for me,” my blue-eyed daddy ordered.
I obeyed, reaching back and letting out a sob as I pulled the sore halves of my bottom apart.
Immediately, I felt the head of Daddy Ed’s cock against the tiny, abused ring.
My face blazed with heat as I felt my body remember how to open, and then they were both inside me again, riding me as they made me ride.
On and on it went. They moved me through position after position—on my back with my legs over Daddy Ed’s shoulders while Daddy Bill took my ass, sitting on Daddy Ed’s lap facing away while Daddy Bill filled my pussy from behind, bent over the edge of the bed with them alternating between my holes.
Each time one of them had been in my anus, he would withdraw and go briefly to the bathroom to wash before returning to use my mouth or pussy. The clinical efficiency of it somehow made it more intense, more overwhelming.
I came so many times I stopped being able to tell when one orgasm ended and the next began. My body existed in a permanent state of climax, wrung out and over-sensitized and completely theirs.
Finally, after what must have been a full hour of fucking, they both finished inside me—Daddy Ed in my pussy, Daddy Bill in my ass. They held me between them as I trembled and sobbed, completely spent.
When they finally withdrew, I lay there boneless and dazed. My pussy throbbed. My ass burned with a deep, aching soreness that went beyond anything I’d felt before. The thought of fabric touching my punished bottom made me want to cry.
Daddy Bill was right, I realized with a strange clarity. I couldn’t bear even to think about putting panties on. The idea of anything touching my well-used, thoroughly disciplined bottom was unbearable.
“Bath time,” Daddy Ed said gently, lifting me in his arms.
They carried me to the bathroom and filled the tub with warm water. They lowered me in carefully, and I hissed as the water touched my sore bottom. But then the warmth began to soothe, and I felt myself relax despite everything.
They washed me with gentle hands—the same hands that had punished me so severely, that had used me so thoroughly. The contradiction made my chest ache with something I still couldn’t fully name.
“We love you, Little Pamela,” Daddy Bill said softly, his fingers working shampoo through my hair. “That’s why we had to be so harsh. Do you understand?”
I nodded, tears streaming down my face again. “I love you too, Daddy. Both of you. I’m so sorry I tried to—”
“We know,” Daddy Ed interrupted, his thumb wiping away my tears. “But that part of you is gone now, isn’t it? The part that wanted to run.”
I searched inside myself for the defiance, for the voice that had been urging me to escape. It was still there, but so faint now, so overwhelmed by everything else. By the love I felt for these men. By the need to surrender completely to their control.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered. “It’s gone.”
And as the words left my mouth, I knew they were true. The sabotage had been my last desperate attempt to hold onto who I’d been before. But that girl was gone now, burned away by discipline and pleasure and love tangled together until they were inseparable.
I was theirs. Completely. Irrevocably.
And God help me, I didn’t want to be anyone else’s.
I started to cry again.
“What is it, Little Pamela?” Daddy Bill asked, his voice so full of concern it made my heart ache.
“You’re going to sell me,” I choked out. “Like… like Emily.”
My daddies shared a look between them.
“Actually, bad girl,” Daddy Ed said, “we’ve got an idea about that.”