Page 182 of Morally Gray Daddies

With a sob, trying desperately to ignore the audience and think only about my Daddy and his care for me, I started to shift my weight, leaning forward and then back. I sobbed again at the utterly humiliation of the feeling, the image I couldn’t keep from mind’s eye, of the naked red-haired girl on the pink punishment horse, riding so provocatively, so naughtily. The squirming of her still wet bottom… the way she had to show her Daddy and his guests her smooth pussy and even the little bud of her bottom hole.

I heard the whistle of the cane cutting through the air a split second before it landed with a searing crack across my upturned bottom. Pain exploded across my flesh, and I couldn't hold back a cry.

"One!" I gasped out. "Thank you, Daddy!"

A little ripple of applause passed through the audience and I felt my cheeks color deeply. To be punished naked, on a pink rocking horse in front of all these gorgeously dressed, wealthy people… I sobbed as I kept riding, trying to obey despite the agony.

The second stroke fell just below the first, igniting another line of fire. Tears sprang to my eyes as I counted. "Two! Thank you, Daddy!"

By the fifth stroke, I was sobbing openly, my bottom feeling like my Daddy had set it literally ablaze. Each impact of the cane sent shockwaves of agony through my body. With every creak of the wooden horse between my legs I let out a submissive whimper, which rose to a shriek of pain when the horrid cane laid its burning kiss across my working backside.

"F-five," I choked out. "Thank you, Daddy."

Lord Adrian paused, his hand coming to rest on my lower back, not stopping my humiliating rocking but helping me go back and forth. "You're doing well, young lady," he murmured, just loud enough for me to hear. "Remember why you're being punished."

I nodded miserably as I rocked, tears streaming down my face. Any thought of arousal had gone away with the terrible, searing pain: my Daddy was teaching me that the pleasure between my thighs belonged to him. To steal it brought the consequences a bad girl earned.

The brief respite only seemed to make the next stroke hurt even more. I jerked against my restraints, a strangled cry escaping my lips.

"Six! Thank you, Daddy!"

The punishment continued relentlessly. By the fifteenth stroke, I was barely coherent, my voice hoarse from screaming out my counts. My bottom felt raw and swollen, each new impact of the cane pure agony on top of the earlier welts.

"Sixteen! Thank you, Daddy!" I sobbed out, my voice cracking. The pain was overwhelming, each stroke of the cane feeling like it was tearing my flesh apart. Tears streamed down my face as I continued to rock back and forth on the humiliating pink horse, exposing my most intimate parts to the room with each movement.

I could hear murmurs of approval from the audience, punctuated by occasional gasps or appreciative comments. The knowledge that all these people were watching my degradation and punishment added terribly to my shame and humiliation, just as I knew my Daddy wanted.

"Seventeen! Thank you, Daddy!" My bottom felt like it was on fire, the welts crisscrossing my tender flesh throbbing in agony. I wasn't sure how much more I could take, but I knew I had to endure. I had to prove to my Daddy and to Selecta that I could be a good girl.

The eighteenth stroke landed with vicious force, and I screamed out my count, barely remembering to thank my Daddy through the haze of pain. My entire world had narrowed to the burning agony of my backside and the relentless rocking motion of the horse.

"Nineteen! Thank you, Daddy!" I was sobbing uncontrollably now, my body shaking with each hitching breath. Just one more, I told myself. One more and it would be over.

The final stroke seemed to cut through all the others, igniting every nerve ending in my body.

"Twenty!" I screamed, my voice raw and broken. "Thank you, Daddy!"

The room fell silent except for the sound of my ragged breathing and quiet sobs. I remained bent over the rocking horse, my body trembling from the exertion and pain. My bottom felt like it was on fire, each welt throbbing in agonizing rhythm with my racing heart.

"Well done, young lady," Lord Adrian said, his voice carrying easily through the quiet room. "You took your punishment beautifully."

I heard murmurs of agreement from the assembled guests. My cheeks burned with shame at the reminder of our audience, but a small part of me glowed with pride at my Daddy's praise.

Lord Adrian's hand came to rest on my lower back, a soothing presence amidst the sea of pain. "Now then," he continued, addressing the room. "I believe it's time to show everyone just how thoroughly my little Emily belongs to me."

My breath caught in my throat. Surely he didn't mean…

But of course he did. I felt his fingers trail down my spine, over the burning welts on my bottom, to probe at my exposed sex. Despite the pain, despite my shame and exhaustion, I felt a flicker of arousal at his touch.

"I wish you could all feel how wet she is," Lord Adrian announced, his fingers exploring my folds. "Even after such a harsh punishment, my little girl's body knows to whom she belongs."

I whimpered softly, torn between mortification and a burning need that seemed somehow to match the searing agony of the cane. I heard the rustle of fabric as Lord Adrian undid his trousers. My heart raced, a mixture of fear and shameful anticipation coursing through me.

"Emily belongs to me," he announced to the room. "And I'm going to claim her now, in front of all of you."

With no further warning, he thrust into me in one smooth motion. I cried out at the sudden intrusion, my body struggling to accommodate him. The pain in my bottom seemed to intensify as he began to move, each thrust sending shockwaves through my welted flesh.

"That's it, young lady," Lord Adrian growled. "Take Daddy's cock like a good girl."

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