supernintendochalmers1982:Slutty Girls Need Special Punisments: Part Four“Get up” he said. I slid of
supernintendochalmers1982:Slutty Girls Need Special Punisments: Part Four“Get up” he said. I slid off his lap and nelt beside him. “Don’t you dare leave this room” he told me. He left me there for a few minutes. Sorry already from my pink stinging bottom, ashamed that I had disappointed him like this, and worried - Eric had only ever spanked me with his hand, but I knew other gurls got the wooden spoon, the hairbrush, or even the belt.When he came back in carrying a small blue box, my heart sank. It was even worse than the belt. “Daddy! Nooooooooo……” I whined. I really only called Eric Daddy when I was in trouble, and I was definitely in trouble this time. I knew that box because most of the other traps in school had one just like it in their homes. It was a chastity cage.“Not another word.” he pointed his finger at my chest and left it there. “What do good gurls do with their boyfriends when they’re being intimate?” he asked. I looked at the floor; “Stay soft” I mumbled. “And have you always stayed soft with your boyfriend like a good gurl?”. I blushed, and tears started to form in the corner of my eyes; “No, Daddy…” I whispered.“And good gurls never touch themselves in their private places, do they?” he continued. I shook my head, to embarrassed to even speak. “Have you been a good gurl like this, Chelsea?” The option was there to lie. Just one small “Yes, Sir” and I might be able to escape the cage. But I looked up, and into his eyes. I saw the anger was gone, replaced with hurt and concern. My stomach dropped. I couldn’t lie to him. “No, Sir…” I whimpered, knowing I was sealing my fate.Eric grabbed my by the ear and started walking me back to the couch; “I think we both know that good gurls definitely don’t get hard when they are supposed to be learning a lesson over the knee, don’t we?” I didn’t reply. I didn’t have to. I was sorry, humiliated, and ready to take my medicine. -- source link