A Light Slapping Around to Start.

“Come one Daddy, what is it you want?” I asked kneeling in front of him.

“I can’t.” Was all he said.

“What do you mean?” I grabbed the base of his cock and pulled it into my face slapping myself with his shaft. It was a light slap but it conveyed the point, “See Daddy?” I slapped myself again, “Easy. Now you try.”

He shook his head again, “But Kim.”

“Oh come on, I want you to fuck me and cum in my fertile cunt. I want my Dad to cum in my fertile cunt.” I slapped myself with his cock again for good measure, “Can’t be any more kinky then that can it?”

He leant forward and gently took my head in his hands, he kissed me softly and I moaned at the touch of his lips, “Alright.” He whispered

He suddenly stood up and grabbed my hair pulling me to kneeling roughly, “Daddy!” I yelled in shock, never had he been so rough before, not even punishing me when I was younger.

“Shut it.” He said in a rough voice, “You want me to help make your tits swell?” He asked it like a question but his tone begged no response. “Hands behind your back, don’t move.”

I smiled as I moved my hands behind me, thinking to myself that Dad was trying to be dominant and in control but he didn’t know how Mark could be. I didn’t think he could compare.

He reached his hand back and slapped my left tit, a broad hard swing with no warm up. I yelped in genuine shock and pain and leant forward covering my tits, and that was a mistake. He grabbed my hair and pulled be back. “Hands.” He said. I reached behind me again, presenting my tits to him, pushing them out. “Leave the position again and I will slap you hard.” He threatened.

A thrill of fear ran through me as I lowered my head, I was aroused and still horny but titillated with fear. As I looked down I saw my own tit, there was his handprint marked in red on my left tit, the pad of his hand, the start of his fingers, the red was dark and I knew instantly it was going to bruise. He really had hit me hard.

“Head up.” He demanded, I complied with no hesitation. This was going to hurt, and for some reason I was really looking forward to it.

Dad struck my right tit with his left hand, it wasn’t as hard but it still hurt and it took a lot of self control to stay kneeling there. He swapped back and forth, slapping my tits as I yelped in discomfort and pain, his cock dripped with precum almost flowing, he was really enjoying abusing me and was not holding back.

I was also enjoying it and my cunt dripped as he beat my tits. After a period of time it started to lesson for me, my tits were red, dark not inflamed as the bruising was starting to form under the flesh. They were numb from his slaps but I loved every moment of my ****.

I smiled, I couldn’t help it, but I would soon regret it.