Daddy's Ultimate Punishment

It was time to administer a punishment that would ensure the end of her tenacious teenage defiance. This time she had gone too far. She stole my credit card to spend thousands of dollars on God knows what at a party she was explicitly told not to attend. That wasn’t what pushed me over the edge though, because teenagers are naturally assholes. It was her attitude upon being confronted. she gave me a smug smile, told me to go fuck myself, turned around and walked away laughing. My once sweet and kind daughter is everyday becoming nothing but a bitchy teenager. But lately she’s become a downright spiteful entitled little cunt. She’d certainly never find a spouse with that horrible attitude. And as her father it’s my job to set her straight. Of that I am positive. She never feared her punishments before because generally they were very mild. A simple flogging or caning. There would be crying and bruising but there was never a need for anything extreme. The first time I gave her a non traditional parenting type punishment was when she was 14. I knew it would remain between us for all time. Because I had caught her. I caught her on the bench at the end of her bed. Naked, saliva soaked tank top stuffed in her mouth, hands vigorously massaging her breasts. Her beautifully sculpted gymnast legs spread into a perfect split. The cause of such excitement? The family german shepherd was furiously jabbing his snout in and out of her asshole and pussy. And she loved it. Clearly deviance wasn’t a problem for her.

 And now she has the audacity to think she’s still going to her homecoming with that thing she calls a boyfriend. The bastard helped her steal my credit card. No big deal. She’ll soon be taking a big enough punishment for them both.

As arrogant and cocky as she’s become I knew I’d have no problem getting her to agree to the weekend long punishment. I told her “You can go to your dance if you willingly accept a proper punished first. No negotiations.” Being young and stupid she smiled as if she had gotten away with murder and said “DEAL!” She was in for a rude awakening. I explained the stipulation about how it wouldn’t be quick but it would be for the entire weekend her mother and sister were gone on vacation. The plans I had required privacy. Upon hearing this she pondered for a brief moment and said “DEAL!” Before turning and skipping away at her presumed victory. But this was Thursday night and tomorrow afternoon the rest of the family would be firmly out of the picture. Then her punishment would begin.

I spent all of the morning and afternoon Friday preparing everything. I had ordered many interesting things to enhance the experience for us both. Enhance suffering for her and pleasure for me. Once I had waived goodbye to the girls and I was sure we were alone I yelled down the hall for her to come to me. It was time. She skipped in with her usual stupid smirk of glee, until she saw the bed covered in all her new punishment gear. She had a general idea what it all was for, but if she actually KNEW what the items she was looking were for and what were going to be used for, she would have high tailed it out of there instantly. She walked to the bed and chuckled at the arm binder picking it up and asked “isn’t all this a little much?” I replied in kind with a question: Do we have a deal or not? She told me to chill and continued to examine the items. I told her to strip immediately. She did so slowly and casually, completely unaware of what she was in for. And I was tingling with anticipation to show her.

1. First I covered her body lightly in lube which she grimaced at and asked me what the hell that was for. “To help your new latex outfit slide on easier.” Now she looked totally perplexed. I sensed there were more questions coming so I told her to stop talking that it was time to begin. To start I helped her get into the latex catsuit. This was purely for my visual appeal. It covered everything from the neck down except what really mattered: those perfect C sized tits and her full ass and pussy. Then I told her to clasp her hands together behind her back. She rolled her eyes but complied. I put her palms together and wrapped bondage tape around her hands up to her elbows. Then I slid the armbinder up her taped arms and secured the straps around her chest. Then I laced up the arm part as tight as it would go. It was glorious to see those tits forced to stand at attention for my viewing pleasure. Now she was starting to look nervous, which only made me smile. I finished with the armbinder then went around to the front of her to make sure everything was snug and secure. I could see her trying to make eye contact out of my peripheral vision. She was looking for answers. She wouldn’t get them. I told her it was time for the gag. She’d been gagged before, but at most with a very basic ballgag. Her eyes were wide at the sight of two kitchen sponges. “you’re going to gag me with those!?!”… I grabbed her face and forcefully replied “YES! And these are just one part of it. OPEN!”. She did as she was told and I gently (for a reason) put a sponges in each cheek and gently the sponges on either sides of her mouth as gently as possible. I then took a third which id cut almost in half I rolled up and put right in the middle. I held the sponges in place with my hand then walked behind her and quickly with my other hand forced a large ring gag behind her teeth and pulled tight. She immediately began to gag as the sponges were pushed toward her throat. I latched the buckle on the tightest possible hole and gazed upon my handy work. Already the smug entitled look had been replaced with fear and extreme discomfort. She kept trying to take deep breaths to scream causing a slew of snorts and gag noises to emerge behind the ring and sponges. She was struggling in her bonds at this point and I was now the one smirking. When she noticed this she instantly became angry and began gag bitching at me. I chuckled and told her to stop being a pussy then threw her long hair up in a high ponytail. She seemed to want to continue to carry on with her angry rant of muffled growls. That was until she saw Me pick up yet another gag. This was a head harness with a panel over a ballgag. She began to growl and shake her head violently. “Don’t be silly there’s still plenty of room in that mouth.” I held the 2 inch red ball gag in front her mouth and pushed the ball through the ring slowly. Watching and enjoying her struggle with it. Once the straps were tightened she struggled not to make snorting sounds when she was breathing heavily. her jaws were packed so tight it was pressing on her airway. I instructed her that her airway restriction was intentional and she’d be doing herself a real favor if she’d just calm down. She seemed to take the advice. That is until she saw me walk behind her with a roll of shiny black bondage tape to match her shiny black cat suit. She began swinging her head wildly and trying to spin around to see what I was doing. I was done with this resistance. I squatted down and shackled her ankles with metal cuffs. I supplied barely enough chain for walking. I heard her sniffling and when I saw she wasn’t crying I realized one of my surprises was making its appearance. Better hurry then . hen quickly began wrapping the bondage tape around the bottom half of her head to cover her from chin to bottom of nose. She was moaning in fear now eyes huge and watering badly. The sniffles were coming In rapid succession now. As tempting as it was I didn’t want to reveal her surprise until I was completely finished binding her but it looked like gagging, blindfolding, and hooding would be a fine time to tell her. I strapped a leather blindfold on her. The kind with only a nose hole so it keeps out all light. She began to panic and like the idiot she is tried to run. She didn’t get far. If hadn’t caught her she would have face planted. But I gently continued to lower her body to the ground. She began to wildly kick her feet and I could tell she was trying to beg under her many layered gag. I told her to hang in there that we were almost done. I straddled her arms and back because I knew the next part would cause a raucous. I grabbed a set of nose hooks off the bed, inserted them into her nostrils and pulled back as far as her nose would go. This is when she REALLY started to scream. Well, tried to. It was mostly gagging and snorting sounds. When I finished securing the strings to her ponytail I grabbed two more nose hooks from the bed and began placing them at the sides of each nostril. She immediately began trying to buck me off her. These I didn’t pull as tight but just enough to really give her that lovely fuck pig nose. Which was already pouring snot. I lifted her to her feet and pulled a latex hood that only had a hole for her nose over her head and laced it tight. I placed a leather posture collar on her that from the chin up over the mouth to directly under the nose where the tape also ended.She attempted to struggle but finally realized it was futile. Once that was tightly laced I grabbed a leather strap and wrapped it around her arms and waist to secure her arms to her body. Then I walked around her to admire my handiwork She was absolutely stunning. Her slender tight body filling out that latex like it was meant to be. Her perfect tits thrust up and out by the strict armbinder. The way the cup less cat suit perfectly encircled her tits drew in your eyes. Her shaved mound and pussy lips stood out intensely against the latex as well. There were only two other parts of her the way that skin was visible: her feet and extreme double hooked pig nose. I got close to her and leaned down ear level and said “I hope you enjoy that ghost pepper concentrate liquid I hid in those sponges. I didn’t want it to seep out until you started to bite down.” As I hissed the surprise reveal in her ear I pinched her nipples . She went into full panic mode. I pushed her on the bed so she wouldn’t smash her face and just enjoyed the site of her pointless wiggling and struggling. I enjoyed the array of snorts, gags, whimpers, deep guttural growls of anger and pain. She had to pause due to the relentless sneezing that had started which required her to expel the snot from her nose every few seconds to clear her airways. She seemed to realize that in order to breathe she was going to have to calm down. I gave her a moment and gently stroked her latex covered legs. I was brimming with excitement over the days to come. If simply applying the bondage was so terrifying for her, she was in for a real treat.

CHAPTER 2

This was already more of a break than she deserved. It was time to press on. I lifted her up and told her we had to finish before her punishment could commence. Stupid bitch must have thought this was it because she began to wildly fight against her bonds again. I didn’t care at this point. I tightened the vice grip clamp of the nose leash to her strained septum which caused another round of those sexy sounds of pain and fear. I told her this was her leash and and she will be led accordingly. I promptly pulled up causing her head to go up only slightly due to the posture collar. To relieve the pain she immediately stood, a bit wobbly without her arms for balance. It was at time I also attached my end of the leash to the top of one of the posts of my bed. She tried to step back but quickly realized she was going nowhere. She let out an angry moan of frustration, pain, and anger. At least now she had a legitimate reason for having her nose stuck up in the air. She seemed to accept her situation for the moment. I was so pleased with what I’d accomplished. She was utterly helpless and completely miserable and it made me so hard. You could here the humiliation and pain in her whimpers and moans. Her gargled, snorting, and desperate attempts at communication were a pleasure to watch. I couldn’t resist the urge to grab and squeeze her pert little ass any longer. I ran my hands up her waist then realized I’d almost forgotten those tits. I got myself a quick squeeze and continued to run my hands over her bound body. I loosened the leash enough to help her walk back a bit to give me easy access to her tits. I sat on the bed so my face was level with them. They were so perfectly thrust into my face and her pussy lips were slightly parted from the spread eagle stance. She was delicious from head to toe. I couldn’t resist the urge to wrap my lips around those hard little nipples. i gently brushed my lips across one nipple while ever so lightly grazing the tip of the other with my palm. I heard her growl angrily and bit down hard while pinching the other between my fingers the same. She again let out the deep guttural wail of agony that I was so much reveling in… she’d never had her tits or nipples abused before. She was in for a a treat. I told her it was about time she realized the severity of her situation and stop fighting me. She seemed resigned to this understanding and relaxed a bit. For now. I grabbed two leather straps and carefully cinched her beautiful breasts one at a time until they were swollen purple balloons. . This alone wasn’t terribly painful but visibly very uncomfortable. I smiled at how unaware she was at just how much more painful this made things. I pinched her nipples again only to hear that beautiful wail of agony again. “hurts more now doesn’t it?” I asked as I released her nipples and slapped her purple tits. The quick breath in caused her to snort and she seemed to want to fall to her or knees or maybe she was trying not to faint. Her leash stopped that attempt abruptly. Out of frustration from the immobility and inability to get any relief she began swinging herself from side to side waving those swollen purple globes back and forth in my face. I was enjoying watching the snot fall on them. I heard what must have been her desperate pleas combined with moans of desperation and what sounded like crying. I pulled out a pair of plastic binder clips and relished in the agony that awaited. To hell with clamps made for nipples. This was a REAL punishment. I gently brushed the cold plastic across her nipples which made her jump. Id placed them in the freezer for that extra pain. Then I told her to be brave and clamped one of the big black clamps down on her sensitive nipple. Mid wail I attached the other and watched her at first attempt to shake them off then she went back to trying to refrain from panic. She was sweating and shaking now. Between the strict bondage, the ghost pepper juice burning her mouth and throat worse than I could even imagine and the tit torture that had began she was starting to realize Daddy meant business. I put on latex gloves. The distinct sound causing her to attempt to turn her head in that direction. Again her leash keeping her in place. I could tell she REALLY hated that nose leash. I pulled a fabric strap from a different bag and tied one end to the loop of her armbinder and let it dangle. I had fixed chains on the legs of my bed and kept the cuffs but released the chain between her feet. I told her to spread her legs. She immediately complied. This punishment was already proving effective. I cuffed her legs apart and pulled the strap up between her ass cheeks and pussy lips. Even going to far as to pull her lips apart to ensure it was as far as it could go. I tightly attached the other end to the strap around her waste. She’d finally realized that she wasn’t going anywhere and resigned to whimpering in pain. I saw a huge snot bubble going in and out of one nostril as she attempted to control her breathing. I removed the gloves and admired her beautiful young body bound tightly and cruelly. I flicked at the clamps on her nipples and was slightly entertained as the snot bubble began to inflate and deflate faster and faster the more I flicked at the clamps. Each time she made pained growling sounds but she had stopped struggling. I told her it was time for her spanking. She momentarily tried shaking her head but quickly resorted to a desperately moaning mmm mmm. Trying to say no…that was cute. I placed some gel heating pads on her ass cheeks to get her skin nice and sensitive while I began her spanking. I retrieved a large rubber band and held it against her swollen tit before pulling back and popping her tit hard. At this point I thought she might faint. She was definitely sobbing at this point. I held the rubber band against her flesh seconds before actually popping it. Watching the anticipation torment her made it all the more fun. A few times I pulled back felt her stiffen in anticipation and did nothing. Other times I walked around her popped the sides of her tits when she least expected it. She reflexively kept trying to turn whichever tit had just been popped away from what she thought was my direction. But I just continued to pop the band against whatever tit was now turned towards me. She began to shake harder and harder due to having no way to relieve or escape from her suffering. What torment that must be. Better get on with it then.. I released her feet and layer her on her belly on the floor. She quickly cried out and arched as best she could to keep her tits from pressing into the floor. She was able to keep her tits off the floor but clamps ruthlessly bent back and forth against the carpet. She was mostly successful holding her tits off the floor but she got tired a couple times and relaxes her arched back before immediately resuming it once she felt the agony of her purple globes pressed into the floor. The painful squeals of her failures never ceased to please me. I had to retrieve my latest creation. I had fashioned a metal bar meant to keep her legs immobilized in the splits. A bar that could easily be attached and lifted to the anchor in my ceiling. I rolled her on her back and pushed her legs as wide as they’d go and began the many strap process of securing her to this device. There was no fight left in her but after I’d hooked the chains to the end of the bar I heard her breathing increase slightly. Her moment of respite from the terror and pain were over. I began to lift her and stopped to affix one of the D rings on the armbinder to the bar as well. This was the perfect spot to hang my beautiful chandelier of pain. That’s what I thought when I gazed upon her beautiful, young, flexible form strung up upside down in a full split. If not for the strap buried between between her lips her pretty little cunt would have been on full display. Knowing the situation with the strap was the only that kept my hands and mouth from that sweet smelling and inviting little slit so helpless and there for the taking. She attempted to move but only her toes flexed. I braided a rope into her hair that I then tied it taught to the leg of my bed. I wasn’t allowing any movement that could distract her from her suffering. I placed tens pads around her her breasts and she squealed as the cold gel pads made contact with her burning hot tits. I removed the heating pads and replaced them with a few more tens pads on her ass cheeks as close to her asshole as I could get without touching the strap from the arm binder. I placed one on each of the insides of her thighs at the most sensitive part and one each of the soles of her feet. I saw her try to twitch and realized the second surprise was kicking in. Almost done. I threaded the loops of the clamps and pulled viciously tight and also tied them to the leg of my bed. I would never get tired of her muffled moans of agony. Her whole body began to attempt to twitch and wiggle and her sounds turned desperate and confused. “oh I almost forgot to tell you. That strap jammed in your snatch is covered in itching powder. Enjoy”. I snapped the rubber band very hard on exposed flesh of he4 mound. She let out a noise that sounded more animal than human and tried again in vain to move but it was pointless… I was going to make sure she got no relief from her suffering. I plugged in the electrodes and turned it to nearly full blast and intermittent so she couldn’t anticipate it. So much pain and so impossible to ignore. She put my metal bar and anchor to the test with her desperate attempts at any movement. But it was no help. I squatted down where our heads were level and said “aren’t you glad you chose the punishment.” She tried to hold back the tears but her attempts only forced 2 large globs of snot from her stretched to the max nostrils which dangled on her nose before landing on her blindfolded eyes. she resigned to sobbing into her gag. She continued to involuntarily struggle. I taunted her further by whispering how I couldn’t imagine the feeling of an unbearable itch that I couldn’t move a muscle to scratch. She let out her animalistic wails after every delicious jolt of electricity. They didn’t all happen at once of course. She wasn’t getting any kind of break or leniency from me. I layed back on the bed and watched the exquisite misery and humiliation I had created for her. Every now and then I would hang my.foot off the bed and push down on the strings attached to her clamps. The first few times she shook her head (as much as she could) until she finally resigned to stop wasting her energy. It wasn’t any fun with no reaction so I decided to go get some dinner. I asked if she wanted anything then said “JUST KIDDING!” and slapped the underside of stretched out tits. She began to cry again. I told her she better settle in and learn to deal with it. Because this was only the first evening of a very long weekend. She desperately tried to call after me. Before walking out of the bedroom I cranked the electricity full blast, turned the heat all the way up on my way downstairs, and turned on the camera I’d had installed so I could watch this entertaining process all the way through. I certainly wasn’t going to sleep up there with it 80+degrees so the camera made perfect sense. I watched her for a few minutes. It wasn’t long before I noticed she was pissing herself. Thanks to the strap tucked between her cunt lips the piss took its time running down her body. She knew it only had one path down and began frantically trying to turn her head in preparation. But between the collar and her hair being tied down it was useless. I watched it flow between her tits and up over the collar where it pooled in her spread nostrils. She blew it out hard but this was a steady stream. So at a certain point she was forced to breath in some piss to get a breath big enough to blow it out. She’d try to hold her breath, hoping she could wait out the stream but with electricity shocking her constantly she couldn’t hold her breath for long. So it continued. The piss would pool in her open nostrils and then she’d blow it desperate for a breath always inhaling some piss with it. The gargling and gagging were the icing on the cake and I was happy I was here to see it. She wasn’t aware yet that I had watched the whole process of her pissing into her own nose. I smiled at and pressed the microphone button connected to the camera .”I bet you were relieved I wasn’t here to see you pissing into your own nose. I saw it all dear. I hope you’ll enjoy the stench of piss in your nose as it will be there all night. Ill show you the footage tomorrow.” I heard her start to sob before I turned off the camera. this torment could ever get old. The bulge in my pants agreed. But the growling in my belly told me it was time for a meal break. I headed out the door debating on whether I should get Chinese or pizza.

THE END