Hard Lessons

For prpldrgn, winner of the final caption contest.

I made it very clear to my daughter from the time she was a little girl that she wasn’t allowed in that room. I run a very strict household, as her mother will attest, and so when I caught Sophie snooping around in my private room, taking in my collecting of riding crops, inspecting the various sets of manacles I’d collected over the years, and handling a few of the dozens of varied dildos on display I knew I had to teach her a lesson. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but in this case it punished the pussy. Sophie wept when she realized she’d been caught, but I intended to give her good reason to cry. She resisted at first, but soon her pants were down around her ankles and she was across my lap. I let her have the first few spanks with her thin little pink panties on, then I pulled those down, too. I used my hand judiciously to bring her pink bottom to a bright red, delivering a few sharp smacks to her exposed vulva to drive the message home that she was not to be in my special room.

It was only three days later that her mother reported that she’d found our daughter in my room astride my low buck humping herself wantonly against the hard leather surface. Apparently the lesson hadn’t been learned after all. This time I took a different approach. I stripped her mother down to nothing and bound her wrists and ankles to my St. Andrews cross, then called Sophie into the room. She was shocked to see her mom naked and spread-eagle upon my most prized apparatus. I explained that for her self-indulgent transgression that I wasn’t going to take it out on her this time, but that her mother would receive the punishment for her daughter’s disobedience. Sophie watched in anguish as I mercilessly paddled her mother’s bare ass, then cruelly striped her back with a series of different whips. When my daughter tearfully asked me to stop torturing her mother, I instead made the insubordinate child watch while I strangled my wife’s large breasts with tight ropes and dripped hot wax on them. Her mother’s screams brought the poor girl to her knees as she promised through mournful sobs never to violate the sanctity of my private room again.

The message seemed to have gotten through, and Sophie respected my rules for the next couple months. Then, late one evening, I had my wife dangling in the air face down in the sling while I fucked her from behind, and I looked up to see my daughter at the doorway peeking in at us. She quickly took her hand from between her legs when she saw me looking, but I knew what she was up to. I put aside the pinwheel I’d been casually running over my wife’s reddened ass cheeks, pulled my hard cock from her mom’s wet cunt, and signaled for Sophie to come into the room. She was scared, but also eager. It was obvious to me that a simple punishment wasn’t the solution. This problem was going to take a whole new way of thinking to resolve.

I had my daughter strip naked. I inspected her body and liked what I saw. Her eyes couldn’t stay away from my erection whenever it was in view. I was well aware of the proscription against sex with one’s offspring, but she was my daughter, which meant I owned her. She was mine to do with as I pleased. I ordered Sophie to go to her mother’s closet and find the sluttiest pair of shoes she could, put them on, and return to my private chamber. While she was gone I went to where my wife was hanging and slid my cock into her whimpering mouth and told her what I proposed to do. She nodded her assent as I pushed deeper into her throat.

This is how my daughter found us when she returned atop a pair of sleek back heels. She watched with fascination as I gagged her mother with my cock before withdrawing and letting her breathe. I selected a leather collar from a drawer and affixed it around Sophie’s neck. “If you can’t behave like a respectful daughter, then we will have to treat you like a disobedient pet.” I clipped a chain leash to the collar and commanded my girl down onto all fours. Her whole body was shaking – with excitement or fear, I could not tell. I tugged on the leash and walked her around the room. “While in this house,” I explained to her, “you are no longer a girl, you are an animal. When you come home, you will immediately take off all your clothes and put on your collar. Once the collar is on, you are no longer permitted to walk, but instead must move about on all fours like the filthy beast that you are.” I surveyed the rack of equipment and selected a set of cuffs and chains. “You will then find me or your mother so that we may decide what accessories you deserve for the remainder of the day.” I attached the cuffs to ankles and wrists, limiting her movements and paraded her around in front of her mother for her opinion. My wife’s gaze took in our daughter in all her naked glory for the first time, a lacivious smile playing across her lips. I expected her to balk at using our girl in this manner, but my games over the years have apparently rendered my former beauty queen as depraved as I. My wife’s eyes went to the walnut cabinet in the corner. “Yes,” I agreed in response to her silent suggestion. “Quite right, my dear.”

I led Sophie to the cabinet. “As our pet, you will do anything you are told. If you don’t obey, you will be punished.” A demonstration was in order. “Now, sit up!” She dropped back onto her haunches and held her “paws” up before her. Quick learner. I stepped close, placing my erect cock only inches from her face. “Lick,” I commanded. She hesitated, looking up at me with uncertainty. I gave her left titty a hard slap. She yelped when she felt the sting on her puffy nipple, and quickly began licking the head and shaft of my cock. “Good, now Daddy’s balls.” My daughter ducked her head lower and complied with my demand, tonguing my clean-shaven scrotum front, sides, and bottom. She was beginning to understand the scope of what I had in mind for her from now on.

I plucked the item I was after from the cabinet and walked my pet back to where her mother was suspended. I helped my wife from the sling and gave her a moment to restore circulation to all her limbs. After a whispered exchange, I moved back in front of my new pet with my wife at my side. “Sit up. Good, girl.” Her mother began stroking my cock in front of our pet’s face. When I was close to reaching climax, I ordered, “Open your mouth.” Once again there was a look of reservation on her face, and once again she received a sharp tit slap to prompt her compliance. Sophie opened her mouth wide. “Don’t swallow,” I warned her moments before her mom pumped my load of semen onto her tongue.

Once I was spent, my wife held her hand out and our pet spit my cum into her palm. The two of us then went around behind. “On all fours,” her mother directed. It gave me a pleasant thrill to hear that. I’d only ever seen my wife as my submissive. I’d never seen her take a dominant role, as she was with our new pet. Sophie’s mother began smearing my cum over her daughter’s asshole. “What are–” Her mom’s resounding bare-handed smack on her little rump quickly shut her up. Once her asshole was well lubricated with my semen, I carefully inserted the item I’d taken from the cabinet. Our little daughter-pet wailed in pain throughout the insertion. In time she would learn to relax and accept whatever we put into any of her holes.

I stood back and admired my creation. My wife was right, the addition of the anal plug with the long tail completed the effect to perfection. I took her for another stroll around the room – the room that was no longer off limits to my little pet.

The perverse glimmer in my wife’s eye didn’t escape me as we returned to her. I handed the least over. “You look as though you’d like a turn with our new toy.” She walked Sophie across the room and back, then ordered her to sit up, as I had earlier. My wife then turned around, backed up to our daughter-pet’s face, spread her own ass cheeks, and spoke the command, “Lick.” Sophie pulled back. “Bad girl,” her mother barked and yanked on the leash, pulling the girl’s head forward. The dreamy smile on my wife’s face indicated our pet was doing as told. I stepped up and began sucking on her fat nipples and fingering her bald pussy. It didn’t take long before my wife was cumming with her daughter’s tongue up her asshole. I wondered if Sophie was regretting her intrusion into my private sanctum yet. If she was, that regret would only become more intense because this was just the beginning. If she was getting what she wanted, then things were only going to get more interesting as time went on.

The next day when Sophie arrived home from school she did just as she was supposed to. She stripped naked in the foyer and donned the collar that was waiting there for her. She then sought me out. I took her to the room and outfitted her with the black heels, a set of nipple clamps, and (of course) her tail. My wife and I thoroughly enjoyed the new arrangement. Life was much more fun with a pet than with a daughter. A few times a week, I’d arrive home to find our toy lapping at my wife’s cunt. As often as not I’d join them, sliding my cock into my pet’s wet pussy. My dear wife had absolutely no qualms about me fucking our daughter-pet and frequently requested that I do so while she watched and pleasured herself with one of her many large toys. Sophie clearly enjoyed being our sex pet, and often misbehaved on purpose so that she could discover what new forms of punishment her owners would devise for her.

If fact, this is exactly what her mother and I are trying to determine at this very moment. Earlier this evening my wife put Sophie’s dinner bowl down on the kitchen floor. Instead of eating, our pet defiantly lifted her leg and piddled all over the floor. We rubbed her nose in the puddle and spanked her with a rolled up newspaper, but that wasn’t enough. Our naughty little pet clearly wanted to be taught a lesson she wouldn’t forget.

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6 thoughts on “Hard Lessons

  1. I also love the photo. I’ll never get sick of seeing naked young girls in a collar and on a leash. The fact she is getting something stuffed in her asshole is a bonus.

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