Teach her how to be a good gurl.

You are sorely tempted to treat your slutty daughter exactly like the naughty, nasty fuckpet she has been acting like, but you still remember what a loyal, obedient, loving son he used to be. Maybe with the right guidance, Samantha can learn to be a good gurl. You relax your grip on her hair and slow the punishing pace of pounding her ass. You stroke her face and whisper gently, "Now if you can smarten up, pay attention, and do what Daddy says from now on, I will teach you to be a good gurl. Can you do that for Daddy?"

Samantha nods her head and her eyes begin to regain focus, but she is still too dick dumb and dazed to form words. You pull out of her completely and she pants and pouts and tries to **** your cock back inside her sissy cunt by rubbing her ass up and down your slick shaft. You give her a light twack on her sore ass and calmly chide her. "No. Good gurls wait until Daddy is ready to fuck them and stop when he decides he's done. Understand?"

Again, all she can do is nod. It truly does hurt you more than it hurts her. Your cock is aching to explode inside her, but it's more important that she learns how to behave. You painfully put your prick back in your pants where the bulge throbs and teases your sissy slut daughter even worse than she teased you with her bimboi body. You head downstairs and she meekly follows, moaning and mewling the whole way down the stairs. You sit in your easy chair and spread your legs wide so she can see what she's missing. Then you coolly continue your instruction, "Good gurls do their chores before they play. I will go easy on you today and only make you scrub the living room floor."

You smile broadly as she chokes back a sob and says, "Yes, Daddy." You are glad you saved up for the marble floors. It is such thrilling, throbbing **** to watch her reflection as she scrubs and sways. Your body begs you to grab her thicc cheeks and plunge your cock hilt deep inside her, but a real man controls his urges and not the other way around. You watch and wait and wonder if this really is harder on you. Despite cumming countless times, Samantha is almost in tears waiting for you to fill her up again. She is spending almost as much time cleaning the precum dripping from her sissy clit as she is the floor.

Still, you begin to enjoy prolonging your shared purgatory with your sissy daughter. It's like prodding a toothache, painful, but an almost masochistic fascination with how much you can endure. Samantha, from the looks of it, could use a lot more experience in self restraint. Failing that, you can always lock the little slut's cocklette, muzzle her, and padlock her pussy if she needs some help learning to control her urges. Hell, you half hope she will be tough to train as punishing her is half the fun. Just listening to her struggling to muffle her moans and stifle her sobs is enough to make you almost cum in your jeans...almost.

Finally, the floor is so clean that Samantha could eat her sissy spurts off of it. You let her continue to polish perfection for a few more minutes, just to be arbitrary, and then you call her over. "That's a good girl. Now you can climb in Daddy's lap and he can give you a horsey ride like he did when you were a little boi."

Samantha squeals with giddy glee and scampers over on all fours. She wastes no time in unzipping your pants and pulling your cock out. "Oh, Daddy, your dick is so perfect! I promise I'll be a good gurl forever if you fuck me every day!" You give her a parent's patented 'We'll see' look and she happily hops into your lap and aims your throbbing cock for her hungry hole and SLAMS down hard on it, causing her sissy shaft to spurt all over your plain white t-shirt.

You grab her birthing hips and hold her tight as she tries to buck on your cock like a cowgurl riding a mechanical bull. You look her in the eyes and growl grimly, "If you can't ride nice and slow like a good gurl, you won't get your reward. Remember the Ride a Little Pony rhyme? Sing that to get your rhythm."

You relax your grip so she can slide off your cock ever so slowly, every sizzling centimeter of her cunt squeezing your shaft like she's trying to pull it off and keep it for herself. You have to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from erupting inside her and filling her with molten man milk. She begins to sing softly. "Ride a little MOAN pony..." and she sinks down on your cock. "Going to WHIMPER town..." she bounces up and down like a bitch baby in your lap, blushing and clearly conflicted by being **** to remember this childhood chant while her riding her daddy's horse cock. "Better WHIMPER watch out..." you can practically see her eyes floating she is so backed up with sissy spunk. "Or you might..."

"FALL DOWN!" You finish the rhyme for her, lifting her helplessly into the air and then bringing her crashing down on her cock. You finally allow yourself to unleash inside her, flooding her cunt with so much come you half expect some to dribble out of her lips. You keep her impaled on your cock as you send several more ropes of semen shooting inside her. She melts in your lap, laying her head on your shoulder and crying tears of joy.

You smile and lift her head so she can see the closest thing that passes for pride for your good gurl. "Now are you going to be a good gurl from now on? Or does Daddy have to punish you more?"