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Daddy has heard I have been a dirty little slut in college. Now he is going to take me down into the cellar to show me what happens to dirty little sluts.
The cellar was lit only by a naked light bulb, but it was enough for me to see my predicament. Daddy had stripped me down naked and had me bent over a wooden table; a table that for all I could see, was in this cellar specifically for this purpose.
The table had iron loops in it which I was handcuffed to, two other sets of handcuffs attached to loops on the floor around my ankles, holding my legs in place.
My sizeable breasts were squashed to the table, my nipples pressing painfully into the wood. My legs were chained so that they were more than shoulder width apart, so I could feel the cool breeze on my exposed pussy and ass. I had never felt so vulnerable in my life. Just what did Daddy have in store for me?
And then I realised that Daddy was at my side, wearing not a stitch of clothing. And he was hard. Rock hard.
Daddy had a scarily big cock.
I had fucked plenty of guys at college, but I had never seen a guy with much more than six inches, daddy was boasting a monster that was over ten at least. It was a drooling beast, purple with anger and ready to fuck.
I knew I had done plenty of slutty things at college, but there was no way I could fuck my own Daddy, this was obscenity.
“Daddy please let me go, you cannot do this, I am your daughter!”
“I know who you are dear. I have always had a very special punishment for women who get on the wrong side of me, I call it the fisting, flogging and fucking punishment. The thing was, I never thought I would have to apply it to my own daughter.”
