“I don’t understand why you insist on making me angry.” Daddy’s voice and to

“I don’t understand why you insist on making me angry.” Daddy’s voice and tone has always been the same, regardless of His mood. So i was not prepared for what came next. The full-handed slap across the face was delivered without hesitation and sounded like a thunder clap. It was meant to communicate an incontrovertible message and had the immediate physiological effect of paralyzing me in my tracks. The humiliation of being bitch-slapped by my young Dom and chastised like a child stunned me into silence and caused my face to flush beet red in shame.My mind was still trying to catch up with what was happening when He followed it up with another that was even harder. This time i yelped in pain and instinctively backed away in a frightened panic. He immediately gave me a look that sent a chill through me. “Get back here now,” He said calmly. i touched my cheek where He’d hit me and could feel it heating up. i timidly stepped forward, moth agape and cowering in front of Him when He reared back and struck me again. Despite His controlled anger, the astonishing force of it buckled my knees and sent me crashing to the floor. Somehow i had the self awareness and reflexes to brace my fall and landed on all fours at His bare feet. “Get up.” i knew i had only seconds to comply but was too stunned to move. A hard kick to my side jarred me out of my stupor. “Get up.” i moaned and grabbed onto His foot, hoping to stop the assault. Somehow through the pain and shock i managed to crawl to my knees. i fought to hold back tears and flinched when He touched my head. With surprising tenderness He brushed the hair from eyes and spoke with the same patronizing tone. “See what you’ve made me do?” My head was still spinning and so i grabbed instinctively onto His muscular thighs to steady myself, inadvertently pulling His loose sleep pants down around His round ass in the process. i gasped in horror when i realized what i’d done. i was close enough to get a strong whiff of His musk, a smell i’d come to know very well in the bonding process. The strong scent of my Master’s sex was fucking with my senses in the current moment. Grabbing me by the hair, He yanked my head back and bent over me. “You trying to get at my cock, boy?” “No, Sir! I’m sorry, Sir!”“Why don’t I believe you. Maybe because you’re a cum hungry faggot? Is that what you are, boy - a cum hungry faggot?” His words stung worse than His slaps. Why was He being so cruel? i’d much prefer a good beating to this. He was hurting me and i let out a slow, pathetic, unintelligible groan. With a slight tug, He released me. Slipping His thumbs beneath the waistband, He unceremoniously lowered His pants all the way down past His perfect ass. His beautiful cock was beginning to swell and harden - the perfect state for sucking. But i didn’t dare move. “Answer me.” i had no idea what the right response should be so i just told the truth. “Yes, Sir.”“Yes Sir, what?”“Yes, Sir, I’m a cum hungry faggot.”  He stared down at me with a satisfied look and released His grip on my head. “Finally, truth. Now was that so hard?” “No, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” My voice sounded defeated and small yet perfectly contrite for the situation. My forced confession was having an effect on Daddy’s cock as it swelled before my eyes. Daddy stepped forward, forcing me to bend backward. Gripping His semi with one hand, He proceeded to wack my forehead several times, putting an exclamation mark on my humiliation … running the drooling head slowly over my face and under my nose. “You don’t deserve my cock. You’ve made me late for work, among your other offenses this morning. What do you have to say? On second thought, I’m not interested in hearing anything more from you this morning, boy. I do, however, want you to open your mouth.”It took me a few beats to understand. i’d clearly crossed a line this morning in the way i’d questioned and challenged His authority. I’d angered Him by my disrespectful attitude and my behavior demanded a swift response if the relationship we’d established was to progress. It had to be something that was truly punishment and would drive the lesson home. His slaps had set me in the proper frame of mind to accept what was now about to happen. Our relationship was still new and i was insecure in it, wanting desperately to please Him, despite the morning’s evidence to the contrary. However, this would be a first for me, not just with my new Daddy but with anyone. Still, i had no choice and didn’t dare show hesitation. i slowly dropped my jaw and leaned my head back.Although there was no change in His expression, i knew i’d pleased Him by my willingness to submit to His choice of punishment. And to His credit, He administered it quickly and without further comment. The first few drops splashed onto my forehead before He found His aim in the cavity of my open mouth. Shutting my eyes, i dropped my jaw further and tried not to grimace. The sound of His strengthening stream was mortifying. Very quickly, my mouth filled and the overflow began to run down my chin and drench my shirt. i wasn’t going to swallow unless commanded. When He finally shook the last drop i was kneeling in a warm puddle. In a notably softer tone, He commanded me to clean the floor and make His coffee while He showered. “You’re not to change or clean off until i get home this afternoon. Do you understand why?” i did. Along with staying fit, i prided myself on my cleanliness and tidy appearance as a means to counter my insecurities about my age. This would be a day-long lesson in humility.i felt surprisingly calm and centered as i resumed my morning tasks. Reeking from my punishment, i tried to stay a respectable distance from Daddy as i handed Him His coffee. He made sure to look me in the eyes  when He took it from my extended hand. “Thank you.” He looked especially handsome in His work clothes  and i couldn’t help but notice the sizable bulge in His tight fitting slacks. Always the observant Daddy, He saw me staring and read my mind. “You behaved very badly this morning. I should withhold this from you until you’re pussy tightens up again, which we both know could take some time.” i stood at attention trying not to show any reaction to His stinging barb. He’d taken ample liberties with my “pussy” the night before, stretching and impaling me like a puppet. The memory of His unflinching use of my body made me quiver. He’d been merciless, which in itself was a mercy for a sub like me. My soreness and discombobulation in the early morning was no excuse, however, for my behavior. He leisurely sipped His coffee while eyeing me intently as if He pondering something. Finally, after several minutes of silence He spoke. “Withholding what you desire would punish me as much as yourself. Because I do love how you take my dick when your mind has been wiped clean of all resistance and self awareness.” My heart leapt at His words of praise. “Do you chores especially good today, boy. You will be punished further this evening, but perhaps it will be something more enjoyable for you if I’m feeling generous. Like a good spanking over Daddy’s lap.”  -- source link

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