“It will take you a while to understand,” he continued, his voice softer now, “but part of being my good bad girl is learning how to move on from your mistakes.”
“H-how?” I hiccupped, genuinely wanting to know.
His hand stroked my hair, a gesture so tender it made me cry harder. “By accepting your punishment completely. By surrendering to your daddy. By letting go of who you thought you were and becoming who you’re meant to be.”
The belt resumed its work, but somehow the pain felt different now. Each stroke seemed to be burning away some part of my old self, leaving space for something new to emerge. I stopped fighting, stopped tensing, just let the punishment wash over me like a cleansing fire.
When Jax finally set the belt aside, I was limp and exhausted, my bottom burning like I had sat on glowing coals.
My arousal had seemed to go away as the whipping became so terribly painful, but the moment Jax put his hands on my hips and pulled me toward the foot of the bed, on my knees with my face in the covers, my pussy clenched and I felt myself getting wetter than I’d ever been in my life. The pain in my bottom radiated outward, meeting the heat building between my legs in a confusing whirl of sensation.
I felt Jax spread my knees apart, then start to run the head of his massive cock up and down the shaved furrow of my pussy. The smooth, hot pressure against my newly bare skin made me whimper into the bedding. Without hair to buffer the sensation, every nerve ending seemed hypersensitive, especially where his thickness brushed against my swollen clit.
“I think your bottom is sore enough that you can be fucked,” Jax told me, his voice deep and commanding, “if you ask your daddy nicely.”
I struggled with the idea for a moment, suddenly finding my defiance again. Something about the whipping had changed me, broken down walls I didn’t even know I had, but some last shred of my old self rebelled against the idea of begging this man—my captor, my owner, my daddy—to fuck me.
“No,” I whispered, the word barely audible even to my own ears.
Jax’s hand came down hard on my freshly belted bottom, making me cry out as the pain flared anew. “What was that?” he asked, his tone quiet, but stern.
“I said no,” I repeated, louder this time, though my body betrayed me as his cock continued to slide between my wet folds. “I won’t beg you to?—”
Before I could finish, I felt his thumb press against my anus, circling the tight ring with insistent pressure. My whole body tensed at the unfamiliar sensation.
“I can tell you have a long way to go,” Jax said, pushing his thumb just inside the virgin ring, making me gasp. “Because if you can’t ask politely for my cock in your pussy, you’re going to have an even harder time asking for it in your anus, as you will have to do soon, because Daddy intends to use every hole where his bad girl’s body can give him pleasure.”
I whimpered at the helpless need his words stirred in me. The thought of him taking me there—in a place I’d never been touched—was terrifying and yet somehow thrilling in its absolute possession. To keep from thinking about him fucking my bottom, I gave in.
“Please,” I begged, my voice trembling. “Please fuck me.”
His thumb pressed deeper into my anus, making me squirm. “That’s not how good girls ask. Try again. And be specific about what you’re asking for.”
I swallowed hard, humiliation burning through me alongside desire. “Please fuck my… my pussy… Daddy,” I whimpered.
“No,” Jax said, rubbing the head of his penis up and down my soaking inner lips with maddening slowness. “Whose pussy is it, now?”
“Oh, god,” I moaned. “Oh… I… please…”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck your pussy, Daddy,” I whispered, my face burning with shame. “This pussy belongs to you now.”
Moaning with need, I buried my face in the bedcovers as the words left my mouth. The admission felt like crossing a threshold I could never return from, but the relief of surrender washed through me like a drug.
“Good girl,” Jax growled, positioning himself at my entrance. “Such a good little bad girl for Daddy.”
Jax thrust his massive cock inside me with one powerful stroke. I gasped at the sudden fullness, my body stretching to accommodate his size. He gripped my hips firmly with both hands, his fingers digging into my flesh as he started to fuck me with long, deep strokes.
“Look at that,” he said, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Look how pretty Daddy’s pussy looks with his cock inside it.”
I moaned into the mattress as he continued to pound into me, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through my body. The dual sensations of his hardness filling me and his hips slapping against my welted bottom created an overwhelming storm of pain and pleasure.
“This pussy was made for Daddy’s cock,” he continued, his pace increasing. “So wet and tight around me.”
He fucked hard, his lap pressing against my sore bottom with each thrust, as if he was still punishing me. The pain only heightened my pleasure, making each stroke more intense. I could feel myself approaching climax rapidly, the tension building to an unbearable peak.
“Remember, Little Lulu,” Jax said, his breathing becoming ragged, “you must ask permission to climax. Bad girls don’t get to come without Daddy’s permission.”
