She still needs more training.

Samantha smiles sweetly and looks like she is ready to be your good gurl. Then she gets a strange look in her eyes, or maybe it's just that she sees something strange in your eyes. Whatever the reason, you see the familiar sparkle of mischief in her eyes as she says, "Sorry, Daddy, but I still plan to be a baaaaad bimboi. After all, I'm your only daughter, but I can find a new Daddy any day of the week."

You give her a solid SLAP across the face, but she just smiles stupidly with a lusty look in her eyes. "SIGH I keep forgetting how you sissies get off on being treated rough. It makes finding a fitting punishment extremely difficult. Samantha flashes you a smug smirk that you wipe off her face by unceremoniously tossing her off your lap and onto the hard tile floor. With all the padding on her plump ass, she probably barely feels it, but the rejection still stings. "I said punishing you would be difficult, not impossible."

You put away her new favorite toy in your pants and walk away. For all her bluster, she follows you as you make your way to the one place even she doesn't dare enter without you...your garage. Little does she know you've been planning her punishment for months. You have everything you need to bring her to heel, and you would be lying if you said you weren't a little relieved she decided to act like a bratty bitch before you got the chance to test out all your latest accessories.

"Come on in, Samantha. I want you to see all of the wonderful and woeful toys I've made for you. On the RIGHT side of the garage are all the toys you'll get to play with once you learn how to be a good gurl..." you let her drool over the custom made 'cocking horse' with a silicone cast of your cock attached to the saddle. She immediately falls in love with an anatomically correct plush 'Bimbear' and you can tell she can't wait to 'stuff' it. She especially drools over the collection of 'cocksicles' and 'lollypricks' you had custom made to help curb her appetites. You let her fall hopelessly, helplessly in love with every last reward, and then you cover them with a tarp, one by one.

Walking over to your work table you draw attention to your favorite projects. "On this side of the room is the bad bimboi toys. Only these are for me to play with you." Samantha looks on in horror as you show her the titanium cock cage you custom made to contain her girth. She sucks back the sobs as you fasten it to her fear shrunken sissy clit and lock it painfully in place. Knowing all to well she has other ways to cum, you reveal your rectal chastity belt. It covers her anus with a grate thin enough for waste to pass through, but too small for even a finger to fill her. She can't stop sniffling as you close the clasps and lock the padlock. Of course her mouth seems to get her in the most trouble, so a similar muzzle is placed over her mouth to prevent her from sucking even a puny boi cock. She outright cries when you fasten it and lock it in place.

"So, now you get a little taste of what good gurls can earn and what bad gurls get instead. And if you think this is the worst of it, you really won't want to find out how creative I've gotten as you teased and tortured me all these months." Samantha shudders and you feel a paternal protective instinct, but you know she needs to learn some discipline. You take her dainty chin in her and and lift her precious doll like face so she can see the kindness in your face. "If you can be a good gurl, you can earn some of your privileges back and then you can start working up to your rewards. It's getting late now, so go clean up and you can come sleep in Daddy's bed tonite, but Daddy needs his sleep, so don't try to seduce him to let you free sooner."

Samantha chokes back a sob and says with more sincerity than you've heard in months, "Yes, Daddy. I do want to be a good gurl for you." You smile and she shivers with pent up passion. You can only imagine how hard it will be for her to sleep tonight, but that's all part of your plan. Hopefully she can go all night without trying to tempt you. Then again, a part of you hopes you get to use all the terrifying tools you devised for her training.