I was 12 when I got a v******* and my org asms became fantastic. One evening Daddy heard the vibration noise and abruptly opened my bedroom door to find me nak ed on my bed, legs spread wide open with the vibr ator up my pus sy. I was shocked and tried to pull the covers over me but I was laying on top of them. Daddy pulled the vibr ator out of me and held it up to look at. It was glistening wet from being deep inside my throbbing pu ssy.
Daddy ordered me to spread my pus sy lips. I was so afraid I was shaking as I reached down and spread myself for Daddy’s inspection. He looked closely at my wet pus sy. Then he looked at me and he took my chin in his hand and said, “Young lady, if I catch you using this thing again on that pus sy, I’m going to give you the belt on your ba re bottom. Is that understood?”
I mumbled out, “Yes Daddy.” Then Daddy repeated, “If I find this (as he held the v******* up in the air) on here ( as he pressed the vibr ator tip on my wet cli toris) you get a whipping.” “Clear?”
I said “Yes Daddy.” He tossed the vibr ator on the bed but put his thumb to press on my wet c l i t. I continued to hold my lips open as Daddy had ordered me to do. I was too afraid to take my hand away from my lips.
“Maybe you need a whipping right now”, Daddy said. I began to beg, Oh Daddy, please Daddy, please. I’ll be good girl. I will, I will.”
Daddy said, “Yes you will after I punish you.” His thumb left my c l i t and he reached for his belt. It seemed to take forever as he unhooked the buckle and I was frozen in fear. I couldn’t move. He drew the belt from the loops on his pants. The belt seemed to slide out like a leather snake, hissing at me.
Daddy sat oh the bed and pulled me over his knee. I begged, “Oh please Daddy, please.”
The leather belt cracked on my bare a s s. I was stunned by the sting and the pain. Then the next stroke and another stroke as Daddy talked about being a good little girl and obeying. I was sobbing, and as I squirmed I felt Daddy’s fingers go under me and probe my pu ssy. His fingers hooked inside my opening to hold me in place. I couldn’t squirm as much.
The belt continued to leave its mark on my tender bare a s s. I got wetter and wetter. Then in my pain and humiliation I had an intense orga sm right there on Daddy’s knee. When Daddy finally finished whipping me, I stood up and I saw the wet spot I made on his knee. His pants were soaked.
“Now get to bed,” Daddy ordered. I said, “Yes Daddy” as I got under the covers. Both my c l i t and my sore a s s were throbbing. I touched my c l i t and I had an org asm again. It took a while to fall asleep but I slept well.
It was the first time Daddy caught me with my vibr ator. It was my first whipping. I got caught many times after that and I was whipped again each time. Daddy never took my vibr ator away from me. He just hung a leather belt up in my room so it would be handy for my discipline. I had a lot of intense org asms over Daddy’s knee.