Beth
by Allene
Chapter 46
Getting laid must have really mellowed him out as he slept
late. I had a full breakfast ready for him. I had cooked it naked
even though I was hit a few times by spattering grease from the
bacon because I did not want to displease him by putting on the
wrong clothes or any clothes if he wanted me naked.
While he was eating he told me to go put on my short shorts
with the laces on the sides and a half shirt. Nothing more. I
hoped we were not going to a public place as everyone looked at
me as if I was a hooker. The only question I asked is if I should
wear shoes. He said I could but no socks.
Once we got down-town I realized we were going to the sex
shops. When he found a parking place I started toward the nearest
one. He grabbed my arm and led me to a tattoo parlor.
The tattoo artist was a big greasy looking guy with a beard.
He had pictures on his walls of tattoos he had done. My Dad
complimented him on his work and picked out a rose bud with a
long stem with leaves on it.
He said " We want this with the words Daddy's Girl in script
curving over the top of it. Do you have a private room?"
The artist whose name was Tom said that he did and took us
into a cubicle with curtains about shoulder high.
Dad told me to take off my shorts. Once they were off he
said, You look ridiculous like that take off the top too."
I was embarrassed but was not about to argue since he seemed
to like me again, Tom obviously liked my body and I enjoy an
appreciative audience. Dad had me lie back on the table and told
Tom to help him tie my arms and legs to the table legs. I told
him that he did not need to tie me as I was willing to do as he
asked. He said he did not want me to move around and spoil the
job. Tom said " If she's a mover this might help." as he cinched
a belt from the table around my stomach. That inspired dad so
they added more straps and rope till the only thing I could move
was my head.
Tom said, " Where do you want it?"
Dad put his finger just above the crack of my pussy and said,
" I want the bud here with the stem running down the edge of the
crack of her pussy with the 'Daddy's Girl' just above the bud in
a curve."
Tom did the script first. It did not hurt much at all and I
was getting excited from being tied down with this stranger
sticking needles in me. When he started on the bud the heel of
his hand was resting right on my clit. This was more painful and
the whole situation was really getting to me.
I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. As he moved
his hand around the whole face of my pussy was getting wet and
even starting to run onto my asshole.
I started waving my head around since it was the only thing I
could move. I suddenly noticed there were four men looking at us
over the top of the curtain. As I said plaintively, " They are
looking at me." a fifth face appeared.
I expected Dad to shoo them away but instead he just moved
over to the far side of my body so they would have a better view.
When I said, " Please do something." when the sixth face
appeared, he still did not chase them away. He just told Tom to
lock the door since we were drawing a crowd. The men watching
were obviously excited and were relieved to find they could stay.
When they thanked him he just said, " You haven't seen anything
yet."
Actually I was a little relieved he let them stay as I felt
this was a ritual to prove my love and it seemed appropriate to
have witnesses.
It took quite awhile to do the bud. I was having mini-orgasms
about half way through. When he stated working on the stem right
on the edge of my left pussy-lip the pain increased. Especially
when he had Dad stretch the lip up to put a leaf inside. My
orgasms,of course, increased in intensity.
When he was done he brought a mirror over so I could see his
work. He really had done a good job. It looked very nice. I
really felt loved and owned. Putting " Daddy's Girl" on me was
indelible proof he loved me.
I thought it was over and was waiting to be let loose when
Tom said, " I may have another thing you might like." With that
he went to a drawer and brought out a pair of miniature hand
cuffs in gold. He demonstrated how the tiny key would open them.
Dad asked them if they were used to bind my hands together by the
fingers. Tom explained that usually the lips of the pussy was
pierced and the handcuffs were locked through the holes.
Dad said, " That may be a good idea. It would be like a
miniature chastity belt."
Tom said, " It would probably take two sets to really work
right for that."
The idea fascinated me. I was sure it would not hurt too much
as it had not bothered me at all to have my ears pierced and Dad
could always be sure I was true to him.
When he said, " What do you think, Beth?"
" You know I will be glad to have it done if it will please
you and I will feel better knowing you have no doubts about me
being true to you,"
The men watching made comments like, " Yeah". "Right on". "I
wish I had a girl like that!" This made me feel very proud that
everyone was impressed with what I would go through for him. So I
said, " Yes please do it. I want you to."
Tom went to the drawer and brought out four "needles" with
corks stuck on the ends. Tom explained that he could not find
needles big enough for the cuffs to fit in so had made these out
of eight penney nails.
It was obvious now that this was going to hurt a lot more
than having my ears pierced but I was caught up in the moment and
made no protest.
This was a lot different. In the first place there was no ice
to deaden the nerves and in the second place instead of jamming
the nails quickly through the lip my Dad had stretched out for
him he pushed the dull nail slowly through wiggling it back and
forth as he went.
I could not help it. I had to scream. Dad said, " Shame on
you. I thought you were brave. If you do that again we will have
to punish you." I could not see how I could be punished more. Tom
left the nail stuck through the lip while he went to the other
side. This time if anything he went slower with more wiggling. I
did not yell as loud. But there was no question it was a scream.
My Dad said. " We can't have this." and had one of the men come
in to hold his dirty hands over my mouth.
While they debated on the location of the next set of holes
this added restraint and the pull of the nails began to bring on
waves of excitement. By the time the second set was done I was in
full orgasm and would have fallen from the table without the
restraints. While Dad wiggled the nails to keep my orgasms going
Tom said, " I'll throw these in for free." as he held up two gold
rings. Then he pushed darning needles through my nipples. My
nipples were more sensitive than my cunt-lips but the needles
were smaller and sharper so the pain was about the same.
I was so out of it I did not even recognize the fact that the
"jewelry" had been put in and my restraints taken off till Dad
said, " Get up and take a look in the mirror." I was covered with
sweat and my muscles were in knots from fighting the restraints
while in orgasm. I hobbled over to the wall mirror. I loved the
way they looked. The combination of the tattoo and the cuffs and
rings would be proof to anyone of my devotion.
I said breathlessly, " They are beautiful. Thank you, oh yes,
thank you. I am sorry I screamed." At this the men watching gave
a little cheer and made more comments about how much I must love
him and how brave I was.
Dad said, " You are so beautiful I had forgotten about the
screams, Since you reminded me I guess we will have to do it.
Since you acted like a little girl I think a spanking would be
best." This seemed mild to me and I agreed readily.
Tom said, " I have just the thing for spankings." He led me
over to a pipe used as a barrier to the other room. He told me to
lean over the pipe and grab my ankles. Then he told Dad there was
a practical use for the nipple rings as he tied string to my
nipple rings then to a ring in the floor. He pulled the strings
so tight my nipples were pulled out as far as the would go and my
breasts formed cone shapes. He went over to another drawer and
brought out a leather paddle about the same size and shape as a
tennis racket. He asked Dad if he had ever used one and when dad
admitted he hadn't Tom said," These are really great. The swat is
over a large area so there are no marks except redness which goes
away in a day or two."
Dad said, " That sounds great. We have one more thing to do
as she has a tendency to kick." He spread my legs about four feet
and tied them to the 4x4 uprights.
"I think about 3 swats apiece should do it."
I thought he meant for the two of them and was a little
disappointed that there would only be six swats. He burst that
bubble when he said that Tom and he would be last as he handed
the paddle to the man that had kept his hands over my mouth.
I had let go of my ankles when my legs were spread. The first
swat startled me and since my hands were not tied I instinctively
tried to raise up. This was when I found how effective the
nipple-rings were for restraints. Even the small jerk felt as if
I had ripped my nipples out. I immediately put the top of my body
back in a vertical position. I could see the men through my legs
who were practically panting with anticipation for their turn.
I also noticed that I could tell when the spanker's legs
moved that I was about to be hit so I could brace for it. The
first nine swats were put on slowly and deliberately. As my
passion rose I finally had to beg, " No, hit me faster and
harder."
They were quick to comply although I resented the delay as
they exchanged the paddle to the new spanker. I kept getting
hotter and hotter and found I was torn between the need to pull
on the strings that held my nipples or to go past vertical so the
paddle could hit my pussy.
Just as I was straining to go over the top Dad must have
guessed my problem as he slipped handcuffs over my wrists and
pulled my hands between my legs till I could see my ass. This
created a strain to my nipples and I knew this would cause my
pussy to pooch out between my legs. When the next swat by Tom hit
my pussy while I was watching my pussy exploded in pain and I
came so hard I almost ripped out my nipple rings. By the time Dad
finished I had collapsed with all my weight on the pipe at my
stomach.
They let me hang there while Dad paid the bill. Tom told him
to come by again as he had some other ideas that might be
interesting.
It is a wonder we weren't arrested on the way home as we
drove as fast as possible to get there. I was naked before we got
to the end my the driveway and Dad was so horny he did not want
to take the time to take off my pussy-cuffs. He just had me take
his dick in my mouth to make it wet and slick then jammed it into
my ass-hole. As he fucked me he pulled on my rings and cuffs
which made me come before he did.
For the next month I never wore clothes and spent so much
time admiring my jewelry in the mirror that Dad had to complain
that the housework was not being done. He knew that when I really
needed to be punished he could hit my upper back which I could
not convert to pleasure.
There is no moral to this story. I have no regrets about my
earlier experiences. If anything we were rewarded for them. My
Dad loves his new job. We are well off financially and the sex is
great for both of us. I am sure there will be other adventures
and experiments. We are so much in love it is only bearable to be
apart because of the reunions. I am sure I will have many
thrilling experiences in the future. Watch for me. Dad has
changed his mind about having me whipped in public. You might see
me at a stag party being whipped. You will be amzed at the pain I
can absorb before screaming and fainting.
THE END
