A Mouth Punishment?

Continued from: My Pet

A Sarah Jane story

Hi, everyone, it's Sarah. 

Daddy is away on a work conference thingy and I got myself into trouble in his absence. That didn't take long. Sheesh! He's only be gone for two days.

He's left me like this before, for similar reasons and usually he locks me up in a very secure chastity belt. There would be an emergency key left behind for me but it would be in a lockbox that only he has the code to. I haven't had to use this option before, but the process would involve me having to message or call Daddy, explain the emergency in which I need to be unlocked, then he would give me the code.  

But...like I said. I have never had to use this lifeline. I just suffer through the throbbing sensation of being locked up and denied. I have to piss through the metal screening, poop through the anal opening provided and take extra care in cleaning and hygiene. If I leave the house, I have to adjust my wardrobe accordingly, so the belt is hidden. 

It's humiliating, frustratingly arousing and embarrassing to be locked up. The perfect cocktail of emotions for a naughty slut like me. 

However! Daddy didn't lock me up in his absence this time. Nor did he get me his favourite babysitter (Mistress Andrea). He said he wanted to distance-play with me while he was away. 

Awww! My heart! 💕 My Daddy!

So play we did!

Yesterday I had to log in and work from home, including some zoom calls with my colleagues. Daddy told me to dress in my schoolgirl attire. My age-regressed lower half hidden from my colleagues, my upper half professional. I even wore a school-tie which looked professional to my team and not weird. But my face burned red with humiliation, as I knew the tie was just an accessory to a very short plaid skirt, ruffled ankle socks and Mary Janes that I was hiding below. 

Daddy let me wear full pantyhose too, because it's been freakin' cold lately. So I just slipped my ruffle socks over my hosed feet. The whole ensemble had me feeling very adorable, yet I knew the reason Daddy dressed me this way, is that I was due for a maintenance spanking, between zoom calls. 

*Gulp*

Daddy had me lay these out in preparation. I knew I would be receiving all three. 

Imagine readers, how this feels for an adult woman. Sitting behind a computer working and engaging in meetings while dressed like a schoolgirl, knowing that at some point during the day, you're going to be spanked. I was nervous with butterflies, I was humiliated and my crotch was wet. So shameful! 

When the time came I put myself in timeout, nose to the corner and hands on my head. I set up my phone and took a timer-photo to send to Daddy. 

"I'm ready for my spanking Daddy."  I sent, along with this photo: 

Daddy simply responded with a: 

"35 lashes with the belt please, over your pantyhose and panties, then 25 on each cheek with the hairbrush, then 25 on each cheek with the bathbrush." 

Yes...I spank myself when Daddy orders it. It can never compare to the real thing, being over his knee. But it helps to scratch my itch. 

My knickers and hose provided decent layers of protection from the belt, but the dense wood of the brushes burnt right though my protective layers. 

Next came the same allotment of strokes, only this time, hose down and over my panties.

Now I was starting to sting and redden-up. I already knew what was coming next, Daddy sent the message anyway...

"35 with the belt, and 25 per cheek with each brush, on the BARE!" My last layer of protection was stripped away. I did an ok job on myself. Again, it can never compare to the real thing, yet my cunt couldn't tell the difference. She was soaked! *blush*

I sent Daddy this one, seeking his approval that I had done a good enough job on myself. I was praised and rewarded with the opportunity to masturbate for him. I am never, ever allowed to have a vanilla orgasm. That being said, his next instructions were to neatly lay out my ring-gag, lubricant for my asshole and a butt plug of my choosing. 

I obeyed right away and sent Daddy this. I was eager to have a cummy for him! 

Unfortunately I had some work matters to attend to first, so my masturbation was delayed a bit. When I wiggled free of a zoom call meeting, I rushed into Daddy's room and plugged my asshole as he requested. 

I set up my phone to film. I didn't have to include my face in the video, Daddy only wanted to hear me cum, so the filming was more to capture the audio. In no time flat I was screaming out, "I'm cumming Dadddddddyyyyyyy!"

It was a wonderfully powerful orgasm. My hungry little asshole clenched that plug so tightly when I began to spasm. I was loud too! Like porn-star loud! 

I love being Daddy's little porn-star. 💗🌟

Proudly, I sent my video to Daddy right away. He was driving. Then he tells me he's going to listen to it through his car audio. 

Gawd, I was so embarrassed! 

A few moments later though, my stomach sunk! This was our text exchange leading up to and after he listened to my clip.  

FUCK! Fuck fuck...

Look at my image above, masturbating on the bed. Do you see a gag in my mouth as I was instructed to do?! I laid one out and even photographed it for Christ sakes.  

Fuck! I completely forget and now I'm in deep shit. I have no excuse and I must accept my punishment, likely when Daddy gets home. 

You remember the rules in our house? Punishments fit the offence. If I am caught with a run in my hosiery, the soles of my feet get whipped. Caught masturbating without permission, my bare cunt gets whipped...you get the idea. 

What's a mouth punishment?? 

Likely a mouth soaping. Which really fuckin' sucks! Especially in Daddy's house and let me tell you why. Check this out: 

This is SOAP!! This is a fucking bar of soap, in our bathroom. It remains proudly displayed on the sink, as a reminder to me. This is the sink where I brush my teeth each morning and night, where I am forced to look at this stupid soap-dick that has been in my mouth many times before. 

Bratty, back-sass, too much swearing...and coming soon...forgetting to gag my mouth when Daddy asks. 

He's already declared that I'm going to be punished when he gets home. I am only surmising that it'll be the soap dick, since the violation relates to my mouth. I just hope it isn't. 

The last time I got a mouth soaping I was marched to the bathroom fully naked, wearing only heels that I was wobbling in. I had to bend fully at the waist and use my own saliva to get a lather on the soap dick. Daddy paddled my bare bum to encourage me to give it head and to deepthroat the phallically veiny soap. It was a dreadful and effective punishment. 

After I saw the message from Daddy on this occasion, that I was going to be punished, my tummy was sick with butterflies. I assumed it would be the heavy wooden paddle and the soap dick for sure!

I wasn't wrong, but much to my surprise I had a choice. A predicament. Daddy loves giving me predicaments. So I am forced to choose my own punishment and choose between the lesser of two evils. Then stew over my choice until Daddy gets home. 

As expected, he offered me "mouth soaping". As I explained above, this means paddled on the bare bum until I break and begin to suck the soap dildo frantically, to bring an end to the paddling. 

But then...Butt then, pun intended...a second option from Daddy. 

Would I prefer to perform ass-to-mouth with another girl, using a dildo...

Like...she fucks me with a strap-on then I kneel and suck her? Or she uses a dildo into her asshole then fucks my mouth with it?? Or even worse!! Daddy fucks her in the ass then mashes his cock into my mouth??!!

I don't know what to choose...but I have to choose! Please help...

Sarah Jane

xoxo

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