Daddy's girl

I came into Your dungeon. I walked there willingly with my own feet. I didn't know what was to come.

I had made my Master, my Daddy, to feel very sad. Why did I do it ? I know I did it. Even I knew my Daddy wants only the best for me.

Why? I can´t answer to that.

My Daddy tied me down on the table. I cant move. Every time I try to move, the rope around my neck gets tighter. Quickly I realize it´s best to stay calm at the same position.

I hear my Daddys soft voice close to my ear. Calmly he says.
"Why did you trait your Daddy ?"
"Why did you want hurt your Daddy ?"
"Do you feel happy when you hurt your Daddy ?"
"Do you deserve punishment for hurting your Daddy ?"
"Who is the right person to punish you ?"

After this intensive I feel the first strike of my Daddy's whip on the back of my thighs. I am relieved.

I can notice tear dropping on my cheek. My Daddy didn't abandon me. Even I tried to trait him.

 More whips hit on my buttocks. Every strike makes me feeling that I´m better and better sub to my daddy.

My flesh wants more. I´m so endlessly happy to have my Daddy concentrating on my punishment.

I still have my Daddy!