Chapter 1

I kneel, knees spread wide, hands resting on my thighs, palms up. I wear only my panties and a loose white t-shirt.

“Bless me, Daddy, for I have sinned,” I say. “I seek forgiveness.”

He looks down on me, hands on his hips. He does not smile.

“What did you do?”

I look down, turning my head away from him and to the side. Daddy bends and reaches down, grasping my chin and yanking my face forward and up.

“Look at me,” he growls through gritted teeth. “What. Did. You. Do?”

“I was reading a story. It was ... bad. I shouldn’t have liked it, but I did.” I’m messing up the telling, stumbling over my words. Daddy is still holding my chin while I talk, making sure I keep eye contact with him. “I read it, and I got really horny, and I ... I couldn’t help it.”

He lets go of my chin and slaps me across the cheek, and then he straightens up. “And then you did what?”

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I gave myself cummies.”

I close my eyes and brace myself for another slap. It doesn’t come. I open my eyes again, and he is just staring down at me.

“Is that all you have to confess, little girl?”

I nod. “Yes, Daddy.”

He stays silent for a while. I know he is waiting it out to see if I say more. I continue to kneel without speaking. I keep my back straight and proud.

He speaks first. “Time for penance.”

I know not to move until he tells me so. Daddy’s hands move to his belt buckle. He pulls out the prong that holds his belt closed, pulls out the end of the belt, yanks it free of the buckle, and then pulls it through his belt loops.

“What was the story about?” he says.

I hesitate. But I know that he doesn’t like it when I take too long to answer, so I give him the truth. “A girl and her daddy.”

“Oh, that does sound like a bad story.” He throws the belt on the floor. “Why did you like it?”

I’m watching his fingers work the button on his pants. “It made me think of you.”

“What did you do when you thought of me? How did you touch yourself?”

I feel moisture build between my labia.

“I put a vibrator in my pussy.” I stare as Daddy unzips his pants.

“That is a naughty little girl. You are much too little to put things in there.”

I blush. “I know, Daddy.”

“Which one did you use?”

Now I’m really blushing. Daddy has a collection of dildos, but none of them are supposed to be for me.

I look down at my leg and mumble my answer. “The blue one.”

Daddy actually pauses at that. “Did you say the blue one? Look at me.”

I look up again. “Yes, Sir.”

“Did you know that...” He doesn’t finish the question. But I know what he was about to say. The blue vibrator is the one that Daddy molded from his own cock. I recognized it when I saw the toy. The veins that run down it. Daddy seems a little flustered now. And I feel tears stinging in my eyes.

He clears his throat. “Penance.”

Daddy pulls his cock out of his pants. It bounces a bit after it pops out.

“You are a bad girl. One day you’re going to get yourself in trouble with these behaviors.”

“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.”

“I know you’re sorry, little girl. Now, this is going to hurt me more than it hurts you.” Daddy kneels in front of me and puts his hands around the back of my head. His hands feel so big. I open my mouth. His cock goes in. It’s too big. It’s always too big. And today, Daddy feels extra big. His cock is so hard. He slides his cock in until the head touches the back of my throat. But I don’t gag. Daddy doesn’t like it when I gag. I hear Daddy suck in a breath.