Exquisite.

The pain was incredible, it built up in moments, going from being a niggling tingle of a fresh cut to a searing heat in my nipple. My nerves all responded and I moaned first in pleasure then in discomfort, “Still numb?” he asked, but before I could respond he slapped my tit again.

All the nerves of my tit were awake, not only was the pain of his initial smacks back, it was enhanced. I screamed and writhed with him sitting atop me, I bit my lip as the chilli worked my nipple and breast back into sensitive life.

Then I heard the sound of steel on stone and saw the glint as my father took his paring knife to my other nipple repeating the process. This one he did faster and when both breasts were back to feeling the sharp sensation of pain he went back to slapping them.

He was unbelievably rough, slapping my tits with the palm of his hand to begin with but moving on to backhanding them later.

He slapped from the top, from the inside edge of each tit and from the bottom and the outside, but the ones which hurt most were from above.

He would bring his hand down straight on top of my tit, slapping first one and then the other from above. Not only did his slaps hurt but the motion of the slaps caused my piercings to bite into my nipples and continued the nipples bleeding.

Every once in a while he would rub the chilli back into the cut, reinvigorating my nerves before he would continue. I took his abuses for several minutes, it was around the third time he rubbed the chilli into my nipples that I started to beg. “Please Daddy stop.” I begged, but he continued.

I shuddered at his touch, at his beating and kept asking him, pleading with him to stop. “Daddy.” I wailed, “Make it stop.” The more I screamed the more his cock throbbed in my face.

At any point I could have brought my hands up to defend my tits but I was paralysed with passion and fear.

He grabbed both my tits, one in each large hand and squeezed them, the sensitive and bruised flesh screamed in protest and so did I and as I screamed his grip tightened.

Then he groaned, just as I was thinking I could take no more I saw his cock throb and heard him groan. His grip tightened more and I thought I would black out from the pain, but then I felt it. The jet of cum which shot into my face, it hit my open eye and I snapped it closed, it shot up my nose and into my screaming mouth.

After several more moments my fathers spray slowed. It was then that I noticed the carpet under my arse was wet, at some point I had cum while my father was torturing me.

Dad rolled off of me and lay down beside me. I wanted to say something but couldn’t think of anything to say, instead I looked down at my breasts. The white cum stood out against my tits which were dark red with darker blue-black areas. I reached out and touched them, they were firm under the skin, far firmer then they normally were, swollen and sore, I could feel my racing heartbeat in my tortured nipples. Slowly I closed my eyes.