The Stuffie or the Whip?

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Tara Gregory: Daddy Issues

Continued from: Daddy's New Rules

**Warning - This story contains taboo, family-dynamic, BDSM content** 

**Everyone depicted in this story and A.I. generated are adults, over the age of 18** 

Weeks had gone by under Daddy's new rules, living each day in my age regressed attire and trying my best to be a good girl. Last Sunday in the family room, Daddy wanted to "chat" about my former waitressing job at Hooters, a chat that involved his leather belt. This Sunday, I was sent to get a wooden spoon from the kitchen, as he wanted to "chat" about my time as a stripper.

My stomach churned with nervousness as I stepped into the room, my eyes fixed on the floor in front of me. 

For a little extra humiliation this week, Daddy left me in my socks and sandals, but the rest came off, almost fully naked in front of him as per our typical Sunday ritual. My cheeks flushed with shame as I obeyed his command, slowly peeling off my dress and panties. Then, I lowered myself over his lap as Daddy readied the wooden spoon. 

"Do you understand why this had to happen, Tara?" he asked, his voice gentle but firm. 

I sniffed and nodded, unable to speak through my sobs. I knew that my behaviour as a stripper had been wrong, and that Daddy was only trying to help me become a better person. I would have about thirty-five minutes to think about it too, while I faced the corner of the room in shame. 

This was just any given Sunday around here, under Daddy's roof. If it wasn't me in the corner sobbing, it would be my mother when she disobeyed or messed up. 

As the weeks continued to fall from the calendar, I found myself growing closer to Daddy than ever before. He was always there for me, offering guidance and support whenever I needed it. And while our initial relationship may have started out as one of domination and submission, it had evolved into something much deeper - a bond built on trust, respect, and love. 

One evening, as we sat together in the living room, I felt a sudden urge to climb into Daddy's lap. Without thinking twice, I scooted over to him and nestled myself against his chest, wrapping my arms around his neck. 

"What's gotten into you today, little one?" Daddy asked, his voice filled with amusement.

"I don't know," I replied softly, nuzzling my face into the crook of his neck. "I just want to be close to you, Daddy." 

He chuckled and stroked my hair gently, his fingers running though the silky strands. "That's okay, sweetheart," he murmured. "You can always come to me when you need some extra love and attention."

I felt a sudden surge of boldness coursing through my veins. I had been growing increasingly affectionate towards Daddy in recent weeks. Mom wasn't here, she went to the neighbours' for wine and cards, it was the perfect opportunity. Tonight, I wanted to take things one step further. 

Scurrying to straddle him, I pressed my lips against his, closing my eyes as I savoured the feeling of his warm mouth against mine. At first, he seemed surprised by my actions, but then he responded eagerly, his tongue slipping between my lips to explore my mouth thoroughly. 

Pulling away from his kiss, I looked up at Daddy with wide eyes, unsure of how he would react to my bold advances. But instead of scolding me, he simply smiled up at me affectionately, his eyes filled with desire. 

"You're getting to be quite the little minx, aren't you?" he teased, his voice low and husky. 

I blushed and giggled, feeling embarrassed but also excited by his words. "I guess I am, Daddy," I admitted shyly. 

With that, Daddy pulled me in for another kiss, his hands roaming all over my body possessively. I moaned softly as he nipped at my neck, his touch sending waves of pleasure gusting through me. 

I found myself feeling more alive than ever before, I had never experienced anything like this - the combination of love, lust and submission was intoxicating, and I wanted nothing more than to stay in Daddy's arms forever.

I whispered tentatively. "Daddy?" Could I please change into something a bit more comfortable? I promise it will still be 'little'." I blushed, feeling suddenly shy. 

To my surprise, he laughed heartily. "Of course it's okay, princess. Go ahead and change." 

Grinning wickedly, I hopped off his lap and hurried to my dresser, searching for a skimpy little outfit I had envisioned. Soon enough, I emerged wearing nothing but a pink pair of booty shorts and matching bra. 

Daddy's eyes widened appreciatively as I approached him, and he held out his arms invitingly. "Come here, baby girl," he purred. 

Giggling, I climbed onto his lap again, straddling him and pressing my tits against his chest. His hands roamed over my body, claiming me, stroking my thighs and cupping my breasts as I softly moaned. 

"You look good like this," he hissed, his voice thick with desire. "So beautiful and innocent, yet so dirty and depraved, aren't you?" 

I whimpered as he tweaked my nipples roughly, my hips bucking against his in search of friction. "Please Daddy!!" I begged, "I need you inside me!" I could feel his raging erection through his pants, that I was trying desperately to grind my pussy against. Daddy's cock felt huge! 

With a groan, he complied, lifting me up into his arms and carrying me upstairs to his own bedroom. I felt like a princess being swept away by her knight in shining armour. The thought of sharing his bed - the same bed where he slept with my mother every night - sent a thrill of vengeance and excitement through me.  

I rode him wildly, like a 20-year-old who used to be a stripper. My poor mother won't be able to compete with this, with my youthful tight snatch and my gorgeous, juicy body.

"Is this how Mommy does it? Do I fuck good, Daddy?" 

Daddy groaned at my words, my pace quickening as I drove into him even harder. His cock was in-fact huge! Almost painfully so, for my little, innocent pussy. 

He reached down and pinched my clit, sending me hurtling over the edge of orgasm. I screamed out "Daaaaaddddddieeee" as my body shook with pleasure and he followed soon after, his release flooding inside me.

As we lay there, panting and spent, I knew that this was only the beginning. From now on, I would belong to Daddy - body and soul. 

I found something in my Mother's closet to put on, just to add insult to her unbeknownst injury. I think they used to call these things negligees. I threw it around my shoulders like a royal cape. A sinister smile tugged at the corners of my lips. From this moment forward, there was a new fuckin' queen bee in this house! 

Tara Gregory 💋

Continued in: The OG's

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Tara Gregory: Early Days

Continued from: Tara Gregory: Beginnings

**Warning - This story contains taboo, family-dynamic, BDSM content** 

**Everyone depicted in this story and A.I. generated are adults, over the age of 18** 

I remember the early days of moving back home with Mom and her new husband, Richard. I was 20 years old at the time and still carrying some of the essence of my former self, the turbulent memories I had, and the weight of a significant chip on my shoulder. I think I was struggling with conflicting emotions. Was I disappointed in myself, for letting ME down, or was I angry at the world around me, for failing me so miserably?

I didn't quite conform to my new surroundings very eagerly. I was still that rebellious teen, ass hanging out of my shorts, bitchy High Dunks on and my tits and tummy spilling out of whatever I had up top.

Don't I look sweet and innocent? Don't be fooled, it was all a masquerade. I so desperately wanted to be someone's perfect little angel as I once was, loved and cared for, but my horns were still holding up my halo.   

Mom seemed to have found her utopia somehow, her harmonious balance, as she minced around the house like a Stepford Wife in pearls and pantyhose. This isn't the mother I remember, back when she was with my real Dad. I resented this version of her and how content she seemed, I even started calling her Deborah instead of Mom, just to be a bitch. 

I desperately wanted to know what her secret was. What I discovered however, was more than I ever could have imagined. 

After a few weeks in the new house, I could already tell something was different...about her relationship with my stepdad. The day of this revelation eventually came, when Mom tried to explain what a head-of-household (HoH) relationship meant. 

She sat me down on my bed and told me that Richard would be making all the decisions for our family, including disciplinary actions if necessary. 

I was confused and a bit defensive, not understanding why my mom wouldn't have any say in matters pertaining to me. But as I had already witnessed since coming here, she was quite happy with this arrangement. She seemed to thrive under Richard's guidance and protection.

When I asked her why she doesn't stand up for herself, she just looked at me with a soft smile. She explained that she trusted Richard implicitly. He always had her best interests at heart, and she knew that he would never do anything to harm her. Plus, she admitted there was something deeply satisfying about surrendering control to someone else, about letting go of the burdens of decision-making. 

During this same conversation, Mom carefully tiptoed around a term that I had not heard before, domestic discipline. She explained that part of being in a HoH relationship meant submitting to punishments when warranted. These punishments could range from mild lectures to more severe correction, like spanking...

The butterflies in my tummy grabbed-hold of that word and held it, as they fluttered within me. "Spanking"...I mouthed the word quietly back to her, but not framed as a question, I just wanted to hear the word spanking said aloud again. 

I was shocked by this realization. It seemed so unfair that Mom would allow herself to be treated this way. But as she continued to talk, I began to understand that these punishments weren't about abuse or domination. Instead, they were a way for Richard to help my Mother correct her behaviour and grow as a person. On one hand, the idea of surrendering control to someone like this sounded liberating. But on the other hand, the thought of my Mother being disciplined like a child was terrifying...I couldn't believe this world existed, among adults... 

It was a weekend morning, and I had just woken up to the smell of fresh coffee brewing downstairs. I dressed and made my way to the kitchen, expecting to find my mom bustling around, but instead, I heard voices coming from the living room. 

Curiosity getting the better of me, I peeked around the corner and saw my mother standing in the corner of the room, completely naked! 

She had her hands on her head, causing her back to arch and her bare bum to protrude. My heart raced as I wondered what could possibly be going on. 

Then, I heard Stepdad's deep voice behind me. "Ah, Tara, you're awake. Come join us, young lady."

Confused and slightly mortified, I hesitantly walked into the living room. That's when I saw him - Richard was sitting on the couch holding a doubled-over belt in his hand, looking at my mother with a stern expression. 

"Mom?" I managed to croak out, my eyes darting between her and Richard. 

"Tara, honey," Mom turned her head slightly to whisper from the corner, her cheeks flushed red. "I messed up, and now I have to be punished." 

I stared in disbelief. Punished? Like a child? Was this some twisted game they were playing or was this for real? 

Before I could ask any questions, Stepdad spoke up. "Tara, since you're already here, why don't you stay and observe how things are handled in my home? Maybe you'll learn something from it."

Feeling both intrigued and uncomfortable, I sat down on the loveseat across from them. Richard instructed my mother out of the corner to stand in front of him, her hands never leaving her head. 

Mom looked so vulnerable and small in this moment. Her nipples had hardened from the goosebumps on her body, and I could tell she was fighting back tears. 

Richard then instructed her to lay over his lap, exposing her bare bottom and her most intimate areas to my view. Then, without warning, he raised his hand high above his head and brought it down hard onto her fleshy bum. 

Mom let out a sharp cry, her body jolting forward for the impact. I winced in sympathy, watching as my Stepdad delivered several more strokes to her already reddening skin. Each smack echoed through the room, filling the air with the sound of his strong palm meeting her tender bottom.

She was then instructed to drape her naked body over the arm of the sofa, as Richard retrieved and doubled over his leather belt. Tears streamed down Mom's face, and I could see the shame written all over her features. Yet, despite the impending belt thrashing, she didn't try to escape or cover her bottom or protest. She took her punishment like a good, kept wife, just as Richard expected her to.

When he finally finished the strapping, Mom slowly stood up, her legs wobbling beneath her. Stepdad handed her a tissue to wipe away her tears and then pulled her into a tight embrace. 

"I love you, Deborah," he whispered softly. "But you know that doesn't excuse poor behaviour."

Mom nodded, sniffling into his shoulder. "I know, Sir, I'm sorry." 

As they held each other close, I sat there in silence, trying to process everything I had just witnessed. Domestic discipline was clearly a normal part of their relationship, but seeing it play out right in front of me was something else entirely. It was equal parts shocking, fascinating and strangely arousing.

I was suddenly stricken with a flush to my cheeks and unexpected and involuntary arousal, I didn't know what to do but stand and ask to be excused. 

"Mm----may I be excused to my room now?" 

Richard answered me, while still caressing and comforted my naked mother. "Yes, Tara, and please, from now on in this household, call me "Daddy".

That night as I lay in bed, I couldn't stop thinking about what I had witnessed. The sound of my mother's cries and the sight of her naked body so helplessly draped over Richard's lap, played over and over again in my mind. It was a strange mix of fear and excitement that coursed through my veins. 

I slipped my hand beneath the sheets, touching myself gently. 

My fingers traced over my sensitive clit, causing a shiver to run down my spine. I imagined what it would feel like to be in my mother's place, bent over this very bed with my bottom exposed to Richard's wrath. The thought sent a wave through my body.

I continued to masturbate, pushing myself deeper into my folds as I fantasized about the firm hand of Richard, landing on my bare skin. 

Each stroke of my fingers sent a jolt of electricity through me, building up until I finally reached my climax. I'm embarrassed to admit I may have moaned out, "Ohhhh, Daddy",  as I came. As I lay there, panting and satisfied, I knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in my life. Things were about to change forever. 

Tara Gregory 💋

  

 Continued in: Daddy's Girl

 

 

I Need my Daddy

Continued from: So Much Penis!

A Sarah Jane story

Hi everyone, it's Sarah. Daddy went up to bed to play more Starfield and since I'm a bit of a nighthawk, I thought I would continue from where he left off. 

Even though I was somewhat eager to play with Eleve and learn more about her, I needed my Daddy! She knew this too. She watched me for hours at Mistress Andrea's party, taking down every cock in the room. She watched me swallow load after load of cum and finally, bore witness to my ultimate degradation, which involved me being fucked in all three of my slut-holes. 

You know the rest of the story. I ended up buying her during a simulated slave auction for dirt-cheap and I brought her home to Daddy as a present. Although at this moment, as I slipped into the bath, I didn't know where she was, when Daddy finally joined me tub-side.

"Where did you put Eleve, Daddy? Is she in my 'pink room'?" I asked him. 

"Ummm, actually no, huni. I offered but she wanted to spend the night in a locked cage." Daddy replied while shrugging his shoulders. 

We don't have a jail-cell area with sinks and toilets like Mistress Andrea's Facility has, but in the punishment room dedicated to the whipping of my pussy and asshole, we have a roomy, metal cage. Daddy usually puts me in this cage for about an hour before I am to be punished, so I can nervously anticipate what's coming. Spending the entire night in it though...I'm not too sure I could do that, especially if left alone. 

Daddy could see the concern in my face and chimed in. "We'll let her out for a pee in a bit, little one. She'll be fine in there until morning. Tonight, is all about Daddy and his little girl." 

That warmed my heart! Daddy spoke those words while combing my hair, as I played with the bubbles in my bath. The long brush-strokes and hot water embrace was making my eyes heavy. I could have fallen asleep right there. 

Daddy helped me from the tub and dried me off completely. He was being so tender and gentle with me. 

Then came some serious humiliation, as Daddy helped me into an extreme diaper pose so he could inspect my pussy and asshole. Gawd! This was so vulnerable.

He commented on how puffy and red my cunt lips were, from all the cock I had taken earlier that evening. He even mentioned that my asshole was gaping a bit, like winking at him, as Daddy described it. 

Fuck! I wanted to die from embarrassment!

"By the looks of things back here, you've taken enough cock for awhile, little one." Daddy said, as he gently wiped my princess parts with scented baby-wipes. Next came some cool and soothing lotion, on my cunt lips and asshole, followed by a crinkly diaper and some sockies. 

I felt very comforted and protected. I kissed Daddy's lips and told him how I felt, despite being an adult-woman who is diapered and coddled. "Thank you for caring for me Daddy, I love you."

"I love you too, Princess. Now come, tell me about the party and this Eleve girl." Daddy encouraged. He led me by the hand to my pink bedroom where he got me into a satin, printed diaper cover and matching top. We went downstairs to snuggle on the couch. 

I told Daddy everything. Every cock I sucked and all the penis that found its way inside of me. When I began to talk about buying Eleve, I spoke in a baby-voice and moved my body onto Daddy's lap. 

"She's YOUR present Daddy, but I'd love to have sex with her while you watch. Do you want to watch her bang me from behind?" I purred to Daddy. 

I started grinding my crinkle-covered crotch against Daddy's lap. I could feel him getting a huge hard-on, the more I spoke about performing sex acts with Eleve. 

I cooed to him in my baby-voice once again. 

"Daddy, you said I was done with cock for awhile. But can I have one more, before bed? Pretty please, Daddy?" 

I began to jerk him off from within his track-pants. Jesus, he was so hard!

Daddy let me play with his shrouded dick for awhile, before he finally told me to get him into my mouth. I was more than happy to have heard that. This is the ONLY cock that matters to me! 

With my great-big, padded, diaper butt in the air, I sucked Daddy like a pornstar, until he came into my mouth. It was such a yummy treat! 

I was so exhausted though, definitely ready for bed. As I sit here typing this with the taste of cum in my mouth, my pussy is oozing arousal into the absorbing liner of my diaper. Hopefully Daddy lets me orgasm when I come to bed.    

We checked on Eleve, who surprisingly, was still beyond content in her locked cage. 

Daddy and I released her briefly, so she could stretch and use the potty before bedtime. 

I helped her out of her heels, then her collar, just for safety, but the chastity belt stayed on. I provided Eve with blankie which she wrapped herself in, before crawling back into the cage as Daddy clicked the padlock shut. 

What a rollercoaster of a day! Holy shit. I'm sure tomorrow will be two-fold, when Daddy begins to direct Eve and I to play with each other.

For now however, I think I'm going to tiptoe into Daddy's room in just my sockies and diaper. I'm going to run a finger across his face and lips and ask, "is this seat taken?" Hehe. Hopefully that line works!   

Wish me luck everyone! 

Sarah Jane 

xoxo

Continued in: Season's Beatings