A flogging

You gather up Ashley's clothes as she shifts on her feet. She clearly has an answer to your question but is nervous to reply. "Let's go put these in a locker," you say leading her out of the room. You smile and give a friendly laugh, "you can work up the courage while we're walking."

As you walk down the hall toward the lockers you pass the door to the impact playroom. There's the sound of leather on meat and primal groans. You feel a tug on your shirt. You turn and Ashley's eyes are focused on the carnage inside. "Th-this one," she whispers.

You turn. You think about how she responded to the spanking a couple of weeks ago. Yes, this makes sense in a twisted way. She orgasmed hard from that spanking. You look in the room and see flogs, single-tale whips, canes, and simple hands-on flesh. "Did you have something specific in mind?"

She nods and raises a finger to point at a man standing behind a woman. She's cuffed to a St. Andrew's Cross with her back to him. Her back is red and bruised. He's working with not one, but two flogs at once. He spins and twirls the flogs and brings them down on her body. Sometimes hard, but usually lightly. You're almost hypnotized by the artistry of his movements. At one point he works the flogs in a spinning figure eight maneuver and the flogs rain down on her fast and furious. You're a little intimidated.

"Alright," you say, "why don't you head in and get a closer look. I'll go put your clothes somewhere safe." Before you go you peel the identifying sticker off her top and slap it above her breast. "So no one thinks you're free use," you smile.

"Of course, Daddy, I'm yours." She walks into the room as you walk to the lockers.

"I'm yours," echoes in your mind as you put her clothes in the locker. You grin and feel butterflies in your stomach. Thinking about those words makes you feel like the first time a high school crush told you she also had a crush on you. You briefly wonder if this is more than just lust. Are you romantically in love with your daughter?

You don't even shake off the thought. Instead, you keep it and smile all the way back to the impact playroom. When you arrive Ashley is talking to the man with the flogs while she traces the lines on the woman's back.

"Daddy, look at these marks," she says and you think she might be drooling.

"Touch the welts on my ass, sweetheart." The woman says to Ashley. Ashley does and she puts pressure on one to push it down. The woman yelps and laughs. "Easy now! My favorite part about impact play is going to the office and feeling the bruises while I sit in a meeting. Wiggling and reliving the pain while trying to keep a straight face. No one knowing my secret."

"My Daddy and I like secrets, too," Ashley whispers.

The woman winks at you. "Oh, I'm sure you do. Now, why don't I help get you strapped in and Keef can show your Daddy the strokes."

Once Ashley is strapped in the man named "Keef" walks you through flogging 101. He explains how flogs have different weights and thickness. He starts on Ashley with a soft flogger because she's new. He tells you to start gently to warm the bottom up. As he hits Ashley she whimpers and gasps. It isn't a sound of pain, but a sound of pleasure. Keef shows you the places on the back to hit and explains why you should avoid the spine area. As Ashley warms up he slowly builds up the intensity. Every so often he pauses and wraps his arms around her. He whispers in her ear "are you doing okay?" and she responds, "Yes, Sir."

After he gets her into the right headspace he hands the flog to you and steps back. You hold it out and take some practice swings in the air. Your breath and pulse quicken as you look upon your daughter's exposed back. This is it. You're going to beat her with a flogger. The sex was one thing but this is a whole other level of taboo. You bring the flog down the way Keef showed you and Ashley says "thank you, Daddy. More please." That's all you need to hear. Your cock is rock hard in your pants and your endorphins are firing on all cylinders. Under Keef's guidance, you flog Ashley over and over and over again. The sound of her moans and gasps fueling your need to continue.

After a few minutes, you hear sniffling. Keef holds your hand and whispers for you to check on Ashley. You wrap your arms around her naked body and nuzzle your cheek against hers. "Are you okay, Ash?" you ask.

She sobs, "Y-yes, Daddy. Everything...everything is perfect. Something just snapped inside me and I feel...so right and I st-started crying. I can't help it. I--I can take more if you want to continue."

Keef smiles. "This is a good thing. You've pushed her to subspace. She could probably keep going, but because this your first time, I'd recommend stopping and giving her some comforting aftercare. In this state, she might not know when to stop."

You agree to stop and Keef helps you unstrap Ashley from the cross. When you're getting her down she smiles warmly at you through her happy tears. "Thank you for this, Dad," she says. The word "Dad" and not "Daddy" throws you off a little, so you aren't paying attention when she leans wraps her arms around you and presses her lips against your mouth. Instinctively, your mouths open and your tongues find one another. You can't help but sigh into Ashley's mouth as you passionately kiss for the first time. She tastes like salty candied cherries thanks to her lipstick mixing with her tears. Her kisses are hungry and sloppy. Her hands all over your body. Trying to get under your clothes. Your hands caress her skin, being careful to not put too much pressure on the spots where the tassels fell. You find the rope harness around her waist and gently tug. She moans into your mouth and you feel her put weight against the harness.

"Hey now," you feel a strange hand on your shoulder. It snaps you out of the lust-filled make out session with Ashley. "I'm glad you're excited but this cross is for flogging, not fucking. You might want to take her to the next room over."

Ashley giggles and wipes her mouth with her arm. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, Daddy. I don't know what came over me." She grins at you. She oozes naughtiness.

You're still stunned by the events that have unfolded but manage to pull it together enough to thank Keef for his help and take Ashley by the hand. You take her out into the hall to mentally regroup. She looks at you and you notice one hand is wrapped around her harness. She's gently tugging on it so the knot squeezes against her clit. "So," she says before you can get anything out, "we tried two things like the blackmailer said...but he didn't say we couldn't try more things. Wanna explore some more or should we head home?" She runs her tongue across her lips. It's clear what she wants.