Daddy's Little Girl

DADDY’S LITTLE GIRL

1985

Madeline was late getting in, but just by six minutes…but she’d have to sign the chart…Daddy and Mama gave her twenty minutes to walk home from school, and she’d foolishly stopped to discuss a French quiz with a classmate, and there would be trouble.

Madeline also had to mark the chart for the weight and size of her bowel movements, which Daddy made her keep in a separate freezer. Daddy loved Madeline, but only in his way. She finally got to the house and opened the door…and there was Daddy!

“So, you’re late…seven minutes late!” Daddy said, walking up to Madeline with a glint in his eye. “You were talking to boys, I imagine…shoving your insolent breasts in their faces, and seducing them with your evil eyes.”

“No, Daddy… you make me wear these loose dresses and heavy undergarments,” pleaded Madeline, “And I don’t talk to boys at all—oooh!”

For Daddy had smacked Madeline across her jaw, and was now pulling her heavy jumper from her shoulders…and now he was taking off the hoopskirt petticoat he made her wear…and she was naked before her Daddy!

“You just live to rebel against me, don’t you, worthless girl?” Daddy asked, as he pulled his belt out from his trousers. He slashed Madeline across her left breast and she burst into tears.

“Look at these impure, insolent breasts…I know you tempt men with them!” SLASH! THWACK! SMACK! The belt, swung with the buckle at one end, bounced off Madeline’s nipples and the girl cowered into the corner until Daddy grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back.

Throwing Madeline across his knees, Daddy doubled the belt up and slapped it again and again across her full pink buttocks, and she screamed.

“Shut your filthy mouth, slut!” Daddy roared, and Madeline burst into tears once more. “When will you learn that you can’t defy your father? Remember the commandments!”

Finally, when Madeline was covered in welts, Daddy took her in his arms and began kissing her hair. “You know your Daddy loves you…that you’re Daddy’s little girl…I’m trying to raise you to be obedient and gentle and religious.”

“I-I know, Daddy” Madeline said, and Daddy began playing with one of her nipples. “Daddy, you really shouldn’t touch me like that—they talk about it at school—“

But that was a mistake, for Daddy backhanded Madeline off his lap. “You worthless unappreciative, disobedient girl! I make the mistake of being kind to you, and what does it get me but MISERY!”

Daddy shook Madeline by the shoulder, and smacked her full breasts with his palm. “What kind of breasts are these for an adolescent girl?” Daddy screamed. “You are too young to have breasts this large…and I am going to make you pay for that!”

For a moment Daddy paused, staring at Madeline’s rose colored nipples set against the pale white mounds. “Such beautiful, Satan inspired mammaries…it’s a terrible thing, and Daddy will kill off the temptation, you can be sure of that, you whore of Babylon!”

Daddy made Madeline kneel, naked while he went into the kitchen, and when he returned he had two rat traps in his hand, huge wooden things. He snapped one on each of Madeline’s nipples, and she bit her tongue. This was not the first time she’d had her nipples “disciplined” this way!

“Now you kneel there and kept those traps correcting your naughty breasts for an HOUR, while your Daddy reads the Bible to you!”

But then there was a ringing at the doorbell, and when Daddy opened it, there were some policemen there… for Daddy had done a terrible thing!

2010

Rupert came into the house with his new buddy, Billy. Billy gaped as he saw the good looking woman, long auburn hair, but naked as a jaybird, crouching on the living room floor, with a spiked collar around her neck.

Rupe smiled at his buddy’s goggling look. “That’s just my mom. She’s a little different.” Rupe bent down, his Buttermilk State sweatshirt hanging over his belly. “Go! Go in the kitchen right now!”

The beautiful woman looked sad, but when Rupe threatened her with a rolled-up newspaper, she crawled on all fours into the kitchen, pushing the door with her head.

Billy looked after her…what a cute ass, with a little tuft of pubic hair poking out the back. “Rupert, dude…that’s really weird. But she is hot, your mom!”

Rupert grinned. “Yup. Good reason not to live in the dorm, huh?”

As Madeline forced her head against the kitchen door, and walked in on hands and knees, she looked up at her daughter Misty, who was sitting at the kitchen table, talking on a cell phone, and eating a grilled cheese sandwich.

In the midst of her conversation, Misty looked down, noticing her mother, crouched on her knees. “You, Dogshit! Get up and get me some milk, NOW!” Misty cuffed Madeline across the ear, and Madeline winced, rising to her feet and padding to the fridge.

Madeline poured her daughter some milk and brought it to the table, dropping to her knees right afterwards.

Misty tasted the milk and made a face. “Hold on a minute, Brandi” she said into the phone with some irritation. “You stupid bitch. You know I like strawberry Quik in my milk.”

“I=I’m sorry Misty I—“Madeline tried to give her daughter an ingratiating smile, but Misty reached out and tweaked Madeline’s Grecian nose, hard.

Then Misty took a fly swatter off a hook on the wall and began batting her mother’s face and shoulders with it, as Madeline tried to cover her head with her hands.

“Misty-you didn’t specify—“And then her daughter kicked Madeline in the stomach and she fell to the floor, and Misty followed this up with a kick to her nose, and it began bleeding.

“I don’t have to specify, you bad doggie!” Now you make me the milk the way I like it!”

Misty had always been demanding, even as a small child, but it had gotten much worse after her dad had revealed Madeline’s slave status. Now her daughter was a holy terror.

Madeline got back up and went and found the Quik mix and stirred the stuff into her daughter’s milk, as Misty chatted to Brandi on the cell, oblivious now to her mother’s presence.

Finally Madeline fell to her knees again, and she looked at the floor. It was Rory’s rule that Madeline was to stare at the floor when she wasn’t being ordered to do something.

But that was relatively permissive—when Madeline was in her mother’s house, she was forced to stand in a small drawn square in the middle of the living room at all times except when ordered otherwise. So really, being at home was a breeze!

But Madeline’s mother had always been like that. In Rory her husband, Madeline herself had created a monster. Originally Rory had been the ultimate loving husband, and very devoted to his beautiful wife.

He had felt himself amazingly lucky to have won her, and if probably helped that Madeline’s mother, Bernice had been very strict and had not allowed Madeline to date until Madeline began making money as a model, and escaped the house at age twenty.

Madeline was also very accomplished, and when Rory had met her, Madeline was a PhD candidate in biosciences.

Madeline had been quite pleased with Rory, who had just worshipped his beautiful, intelligent wife, and things had gone well for a time. But then she’d asked Rory to tie her up and tweak her nipples first with his fingers and then with a pair of pliers, which was an odd request to make of your hubby on a honeymoon.

Rory had no idea that his wife’s parents had raised her doing just that sort of thing…and she really couldn’t feel any sexual pleasure unless she was tortured!

Rory had been quite taken aback by all this, but then his interest had grown in spanking and tormenting his pretty young wife.

Rory was a bit of a homely geek, and having Madeline greet him with her face to the floor and her bare buttocks in the air was quite flattering to say the least when he came home at night!

And Madeline was brilliant at suggesting things such as “I’d really like it if you whipped my ass with this piece of barbed wire, honey.”

They’d kept it rather private while the kids were growing up, but by the time the youngest, Russell was in high school, it was all quite out in the open. Rory began encouraging the kids to discipline Madeline for her “sloppiness” and absentmindedness as a mother.

If she was late picking Rupe up for soccer practice, he would throw Mom across his knees right there in the station wagon and whip her bared bottom with a leather tawse he kept in the glove compartment just for such purposes!

Although the boys were fairly easy on Madeline, Misty really enjoyed torturing her mother, and laying into her full breasts and bare buttocks with a spatula, a belt or a big hairbrush.

Misty looked much more like her father’s side of the family, and just hated her mother for being so much more beautiful. Misty’s boobs were small, and her skin wasn’t that great. She began really getting into tying Mom’s hands behind her back and whipping Madeline’s full breasts with pieces of baling wire, or a hickory switch she’d cut from the back yard.

“I like to keep the switches in the tub so they’re wet and this really gets Mom screaming” Misty would say with some satisfaction.

Madeline began wondering at one point whether she should call the police on her abusive husband and children, or perhaps leave and go to an abused women’s shelter, but the problem was at some level she loved it.

Madeline was continually horny and enthralled by the humiliating situations that her family put her in. This new thing, being treated as a dog, had been the cap of everything else!

Madeline had attended Human Obedience Training classes at the PainCafe and had learned to heel, sit and catch tennis balls in her mouth quite well.

The night before, Russell and his girlfriend had been watching TV in the living room and tossing kernels of popcorn into her mother’s mouth. Whenever she missed one, Russell would swat Madeline across the face with a pillow.

“God Russ, I don’t know how you have so much control over your mom, mine is such a controlling bitch” his girlfriend had commented.

Russell had replied with the insolence of an 11th grader “Well, my mom is a traditional bitch…and a bitch is a female dog! Catch the popcorn, Mom!”

Later that evening, Rory, Madeline’s husband had taken her down to the cellar, promising her a glass of wine (which had been a lie) He’d brought down his new girlfriend, a pink-haired bus girl he’d met at the Low Hat Bar.

“What, Maddie…” Rory laughed. “You think I’d give a common whore like you a glass of wine? You must be out of your mind, you worthless slavegirl. I just wanted to introduce you to my new girlfriend here!”

The skanky girlfriend was everything Madeline was not—fat, uneducated and slovenly. And of course the skank had gotten a real kick of how this “high class bitch wife” of Rory’s had been humiliated, and forced to lick her boots and sniff around the floor.

“She’ll eat your shit too, if you want, right out of your asshole, and rim you afterwards.” Rory had offered, but this had been declined by the fastidious busgirl, to Madeline’s relief.

At about midnight, after orally servicing both Rory and his slut girlfriend for a time, Madeline had looked longingly at her husband, hoping he’d send the white-trash woman home and maybe give poor Madeline some loving. She deserved it…

But instead Rory had chained her to a whipping post on the cellar floor, which had been installed by F.X. Copeland, the craftsman employed by the PainCafe’s Dungeonopolis Gift Shop, and taken the busgirl upstairs to fuck her in their master bedroom.

And callously, Rory had turned the heat off in the cellar and all the lights, so Madeline was left to lie on her stomach in pitch black with her wrists locked to a post. Madeline had frozen all night, and at six a.m. Rory had awakened her by peeing in her face, and then he’d unlocked her, before he’d gone back upstairs to go to work.

Madeline also worked, she had a position as a researcher at Buttermilk State U., and so she’d dressed and gone to work, and then run home early to do the chores. Madeline’s mother, Bernice, would come over and supervise Madeline’s housework.

This was a ritual that had gone on since Madeline was young, coming straight home from school…Her mother Bernice had begun the work on Madeline’s psyche so effectively that created the person Madeline was now.

Madeline’s only relief was that her father was still in prison, and he could no longer “help” supervise his daughter’s housework.

But Madeline would come straight home and strip to her panties, and snap rings in her pierced nipples and begin cleaning the house. The kids had no chores, and she had to do everything.

When Bernice would show up, she’d go around and flip a quarter on each bed to see if it was made with tight hospital corners, and inevitably one of the beds would not make the quarter bounce…and Bernice would tear the bed apart!

And then Bernice would grab her daughter by the ear and throw her across the bed, whipping Madeline’s ass with her panties down around her ankles, making her scream.

Bernice treated Madeline with the same respect at age 44 as she had when Madeline was in third grade, which wasn’t much. “You (WHACK!!!)are a worthless(WHACK!!!) little cunt, Madeline, (WHACK!!!) and I am going(WHACK!!!) to make you(WHACK!!!) realize what (WHACK!!!)A lazy incompetent (WHACK!!!) creature you are (WHACK!!!)And how (WHACK!!!)You are unworthy (WHACK!!!) of your fine (WHACK!!!) husband and children!”

Then, for each consecutive mistake, dust on the window sills, or marks on the wall, Bernice would string a chain through Madeline’s nipple rings and add one pound weights per mistake, until her poor daughter was weighted down, because her breasts were being forced to swing close to the floor!

Usually, Misty would have gotten home from hairdressing school by now, and she’d be so thrilled to see her blue haired grandmother whipping her naked mother with her thick hazel cudgel, and Misty would nearly orgasm at the long red weals on Madeline’s back and buttocks.

“Give it to her, Grandma, give it to her good!” Misty would jump up and down and become absolutely enthralled with Madeline’s correction.

“You see (WHACK!!!)This, worthless (WHACK!!!)girl? Your poor (WHACK!!!) daughter must (WHACK!!!) suffer from your poor (WHACK!!!) example. (WHACK!!!)It makes me (WHACK!!!)so sad to (WHACK!!!)see what (WHACK!!!) a terrible (WHACK!!!)  mother you’ve (WHACK!!!) been, you’re (WHACK!!!) slovenly and absolutely (WHACK!!!)disinterested in (WHACK!!!)running a (WHACK!!!)household. I am amazed (WHACK!!!)that poor Rory (WHACK!!!) has not had to commit (WHACK!!!)you to a mental (WHACK!!!) institution or at least (WHACK!!!)throw you in the (WHACK!!!)street by (WHACK!!!) now!”

Madeline was mystified as to why her mother hated her so much, but it was just the way things were…And so Madeline couldn’t really focus outside of a violent BDSM relationship, because she confused violence with love.

Usually after her mother had gone through the house, examining everything for dirt and negligence, she would tie Madeline up and throw her in the fireplace or in the basement, and then go home, and Madeline would have to wait for Rory or one of the kids to untie her.

Russell was difficult because he wouldn’t untie Madeline unless she promised to blow him. “Russ please, honey…it’s inappropriate for you to ask me that.” Madeline begged, but then Russell would just walk off and go in the bedroom and listen to his Eminem loudly, ignoring his mother’s screams for help until she finally broke down and told him she’d do anything for him that she could.

Sometimes Russell would twist and bite his mother’s nipples until she cried…Madeline’s nipples and breasts were very sensitive, and her family really enjoyed the effect that torture had on them.

It was truly sad because when Madeline was out in the world, she had a position of respect in the community, and was a pillar of her church…but when she was at home life was so different!

Now it looked as if Misty was finishing her phone call, and she might be taking more of an interest in her mother’s welfare…that was not good. Not good at all.

But then the doorbell rang, and Rupert’s voice came: “Mom, put on some clothes, you’ve got a visitor!”

Madeline came to the door after hastily donning a bathrobe. Rupe had re-joined Billy on the couch, and there was a white haired man in the doorway. He was smaller than she remembered, but she recognized him immediately.

“Daddy? You’re out of prison?” That was impossible. He’d gotten seven consecutive life sentences. But Daddy came up to her and gave her a hug. Then he looked at her cleavage poking out of the robe, and it looked as if he was tempted to slap her, but he held back.

“My lawyer found a technicality and I was released. I’m still guilty of the terrible things I did, and your mother won’t see me, but I knew you would. I want to know if you’ll come with me, Candace…I know you must’ve been living a sinful life as I wasn’t able to supervise you…and I want you to leave this sick family, and join me. I’m driving to Canada.”

That was just like Daddy…Three was no “How are you darling” just the facts. How she’d missed her Daddy!

“Daddy, I can’t leave with you. I have a family I must take care of here. But you’re welcome to stay—oooh!”

For Daddy had slapped her, hard, and Madeline fell to the floor, bumping her jaw. Rory never hit her this hard, not even Misty did. And now she felt Daddy grabbing her by the scalp.

“I don’t recall asking you anything, disobedient girl. You’re coming with me now!” And Daddy began walking, Madeline’s scalp in his clutch, and Rupert jumped up.

“Mom, you want me to call the police, Or maybe Billy and I can take this guy!” But the boys were cowards, and neither would fight an ex-convict…Rupe’s grandfather!

Madeline straightened up, and her father let go of her scalp. She took his arm, and smiled. “No darling. Tell your father that I must go away for awhile. You can run this house without me…perhaps you can enlist Misty to be the drudge. I’m leaving with my own Daddy now!”

And she left with her beloved Daddy!

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