Fallen Daughters

Knox rubbed his fingertips in small circles over my heated flesh. “Good girl. This is the first of many punishments to learn your lesson.” Without warning, he moved his fingertips down the crack of my ass until they reached my pussy. Dipping them past my folds, he moved them around and collected my juices of arousal. “Someone likes having her ass spanked, I see.”

I shamelessly wiggled against his hand, desperate for him to move his fingertips beyond my folds and to enter inside of me, or at the very least to play with my clit. Something, anything… He was right. I had enjoyed it. Maybe not the actual pain of it. I didn’t think I actually liked the feeling of being spanked, but my body was on fire just as my ass was. How could a spanking that I was literally begging for him to stop do this to me? The only explanation was that the feeling of desire was far better than the feeling of fear.

“Do you want Daddy to make you feel all better? To kiss away all the pain?” His fingers only ran along my folds, teasing me with how close they were to giving me what I wanted so badly.

“Yes, Daddy.” My voice cracked as I all but pleaded my answer.

He pulled his hand away quickly and gave me one final swat before helping me to a standing position. “Shattered sparrows with hairy cunts do not get to feel all better.”

He turned on the faucet and adjusted the temperature, placing his hand under the water until he was satisfied. He then took the removable showerhead off the base and pulled the lever to make the water burst from the showerhead. He kept it face down and motioned for me to get into the bathtub.

I stepped into the tub feeling a sense of mortification. How I wished I had been better prepared and shaved down there. Although I had never done so before. All the men I had ever been with before just got what they got. I didn’t care or even give it a thought. But with Knox and Gage, and even Oz who I knew was watching my humiliation, it filled me with so much shame that I wasn’t presented better. It gave them the upper hand. Knox had managed to make me feel like a dirty girl. Yes, a filthy dirty shattered sparrow as he so often liked to call me. I was his dirty bird, and yet, the thought of that made my tummy flip in anticipation of what that would mean, and how he would try to cleanse me of my soiled ways.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I whispered as Knox directed the stream of water between my legs.

“Sit down and spread your legs wide. Lean back and stay very, very still.”

I did as he asked while he reached for a razor and a bottle of body cleanser. Gage was repositioning the camera so he could get a better shot of my widespread pussy. And though maybe I should have been embarrassed that my sex was on full display for the camera, the main humiliation I felt was that I had disappointed Knox, and for some odd reason, I hated that fact. I was hairy and I wanted to be rid of it as quickly as possible.

Knox squirted a generous amount of liquid soap between my legs and then with the utmost care, he swiped the razor in one long motion, leaving a trail of bare skin behind. I watched him as he expertly angled the razor, and as he used his fingers to open and hold back my folds so he could get every last hidden hair. In fascination, I watched as my pussy became free of the hair and I could actually see what the most intimate and secret part of my body truly looked like. It was odd to see a body part of mine that I hadn’t really seen before. Or at least seen as an adult. I really didn’t know what my pussy looked like completely bare until Knox grabbed the showerhead and once again directed it at my spread legs.

I couldn’t help but gasp and release a tiny moan when the pressure from the water made contact on my highly sensitive clit that was so needy for attention. It took everything I had not to put my hand down there and pleasure myself, but I figured such an act would land me back over Knox’s lap for a repeat session on how good girls were supposed to act.

My gasp and moan, however, made Knox smile. “My sparrow likes her shower time.” He kept the water where it was, watching as the flowing streams of water were building my pleasure.

“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned as I could feel the orgasm nearing.