She whimpered as the ache between her legs grew.

“Daddy…”

He didn’t even look at her, his fingers dancing around her throbbing clit.

“Daddy, please…” she whined as he continued, pushing her further and further towards the edge. “Daddy, please, I’m close!”

He smiled down at her as he removed his hand from between her legs with a gentle but firm slap. “Good girl,” he whispered, “how many more do you think you have in you?”

This was a game that they played most days. Alexis would lay there, hands tied above her head, and Robbie would tease. He would start slowly, gently tracing the outline of her pussy through her underwear until he deemed the wet patch sufficient, then take them off and rub her clit until she edged and edged and edged. He found that she was a lot more obedient once the game was over, it just made her better company for the evening.

Alexis looked at him, his gaze now firm on her. “I don’t know, Daddy. I don’t think I can do many more. I’m really desperate, I really want to cum, please.”

He laughed, stroking her thigh and watching her cunt drip onto the bedsheets. “Oh little girl, we can’t go giving you cummies just because you want them, can we? You need to earn them. Whose pleasure is important?”

“Yours, Daddy," she whined, hips gyrating at the air in hopes he would start touching her special place again.

“Good girl. When does Daddy’s princess get cummies?”

“When Daddy decides that she gets cummies.”

He stroked her clit slowly, up and down, pulling a moan from her lips. “There we go, there’s my good girl. And Daddy says that you don’t get any yet. But you may have another edge, isn’t that kind of me?”

She groaned, desperate and wishing that he would give in and let her cum. She loved to cum, she loved the feeling of the orgasm crashing down over her, feeling it spread to her fingertips and down to her toes. She had been so desperate for so long, the near-constant game of denial leaving her hungry, desperate, and dripping all the time. Everything willed her to keep begging for just a little satisfaction, but she knew how he was. She knew what the right answer had to be. “Very kind, thank you, Daddy."

His fingers sped up, dancing on her clit whilst she shook and clenched and did everything possible to keep him there for longer without being pushed over, but she knew she was beat mere seconds after he started.

“Close, Daddy, close, close, close.”

“Get closer,” he ordered, “you can take a little more.”

“No, Daddy, really, really I can’t, please. I want to be a good girl, but if you don’t stop I’m going to…”

She felt the first wave of orgasm start to crest just as he pulled his hand away. “No, no, no, Daddy, please, please, Daddy, don’t stop, please, I was so close, I… I need to.”

He sat in silence as he waited for her cunt to stop clenching and twitching around nothing. Alexis looked at him as she quietened down, but his eyes were fixed on her fluttering cunt.

“Well, little one. What are we to do about that?”

“No, Daddy, it wasn’t anything! It wasn’t my fault, I couldn’t hold it off, I said I couldn’t do it – "

“Are you implying that this is my fault?” He asked, his expression shifting from the usual calm control into anger.

“It’s just…” she bit her lip knowing that she was in trouble already, and it made no sense to dig any further. “No, Daddy. I’m sorry, I should have tried harder.”

He nodded. "You should have. What do you think we need to do about this, hm? What happens to little girls who disobey their Daddies?”

“They get punished,” she whispered.

“That’s right. So, do you have something to ask me?”

Her voice was almost inaudible as she fought with the humiliation of the request. “Please will you punish me, Daddy?"

He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Of course, I will, princess. Good girl.”

He untied her hands and watched the nerves play in her mind. He knew her well enough to know what the idea of being in trouble did to her, the fear and excitement whirling around in her head. He also knew her well enough to know how to fix it.

“Princess, what you did was wrong. I told you not to cum and you didn’t listen. We’ve been training you to hold off for weeks now, I expect you to be able to hold off just a bit longer by now. I know that it was just a ruin and that it didn’t feel very good, but it would’ve been a full orgasm if I hadn’t stopped it.” She nodded, sitting up as tears started to well in her eyes. “But it’s okay. We can set things right, can’t we? Daddy knows what to do, you just have to listen to what I say and take your lesson like a good girl. Okay?”

She sniffled slightly. "Okay, Daddy."

“Good girl. And you have your special words if you need them. Colour?”

“Green.”

He chuckled softly. “Good girl. Come on, then.”

She rose to her feet gingerly, her legs still slightly wobbly from the hour of edging that she had just endured. He led her through to the kitchen, her feet shifting slightly on the cold tile floor.

Robbie handed her a glass of water. "Drink up, princess. Breathe for me, okay?” She nodded, sipping at the water. “Good girl,” he said, gently stroking her cheek with his thumb. He watched as she finished the glass with a smile. “Feeling better?”

“Uh huh, thank you, Daddy."

He smiled at her. "Good girl. Now, I’m going to need you to go into the freezer and get me four ice cubes.”

She looked at him in horror. Ice was her least favourite punishment, and having to get it herself just felt like digging her own grave. “Not ice, Daddy, please not ice! I hate it, I don’t like it one bit, please, I’ll do anything else. You can fuck my throat for as long as I want or give me a hundred more edges or –"

"Princess." He held her chin to make her look at him, her puppy-dog eyes meeting his hard gaze. “This is the punishment that you deserve, and this isn’t even all of it. I think you should remember how bad I can make things for you if you try to be a brat and push your luck.”

“Yes, Daddy. Thank you.” She said, her stomach sinking as her fate became sealed.

“Okay then, how about we chop chop on that ice and we can get this over with?”

She dropped the ice cubes into a small glass with a little water and grabbed onto his hand as they walked back to the bedroom. She handed him the glass and dropped to her knees as they stepped in the door, hands folded behind her back and head down. This was the position that all of her punishments started in, and it always had the same effect. It made her feel small and submissive, and that made it his favourite position to lecture her in.

“Why are we here?”

“Because I came without permission, Daddy."

“That’s right. You stole that orgasm from Daddy. It isn’t your place to decide when you get to cum. If daddy says no, he means no. You and I both know that you have the ability to hold your orgasms off for longer than that. Perhaps our training needs to continue longer than I thought it would and be more intense than I’d hoped, and I’ve learned my lesson on that and will put a new plan in place. But you need to learn your lesson too, don’t you?”

Her voice came out a whisper, “Yes, Daddy."

“Good girl. It’s going to hurt, but that’s what’s needed for you to learn your lesson. Daddy’s just helping his sweet little thing to clear the slate. Cumming without permission is a big deal, so this will have to be a proper punishment. You’re going to feel it because I need you to remember it.” He grabbed onto her hair, looking into her eyes and seeing her slip further into subspace. “Onto the bed, face down, ass up.”

She crawled onto the bed and he slid a towel underneath her sopping cunt. He gave it a pat, making her jump, and he chuckled. With a hand placed on the small of her back, he started spanking. He liked the same technique every time he spanked her with his hand, starting gently and building up, making sure that he could continue for a long time. Alexis had a high threshold for pain, so he had to work to make sure that this was a punishment that she wouldn’t forget.

She fought to stay still, starting to whine a little into her pillow as she felt her bottom turn from white to pink to red. The room filled with the sound of the slaps and her heavy breathing. She wasn’t allowed to make a peep during the warm-up spanking, no matter how much she wanted to cry out. She had only broken that rule once, a few swats to her puckered little star had taught her to not repeat the mistake.

And then, as soon as he started, he stopped. She caught her breath, not daring to move out of position to look at him to see what the next phase would be, but her entire body tensed up as she heard the sound of ice gently tinkling in a glass. She closed her legs, knowing what was to come, but Robbie slapped her hard on each thigh, and she opened wide again.

“You will take it, brat. This is not something that I can just let slip. We have standards, and you will be punished when you don’t meet them.” He scolded, bringing the ice cube up to her exposed pussy. “It would only be fair to punish your kitty, she’s the one who wasn’t able to control herself.” He placed the ice cube on her clit, and she screamed and thrashed, but he held her in position with his free hand. She slowly settled down, sobbing into the pillow as the ice ran across her labia, cold water running down her legs. He prodded the half-melted into her waiting opening as she cried and gave her a minute to quieten down.

“You took that well, babygirl, I’m proud of you. I only need to punish you a little for moving out of position, but we can just tack that on at the end.”

“Yes, Daddy, thank you,” she sobbed, her voice muffled.

“Good girl.” She heard him move behind her before she felt the paddle crack down against her ass. “Count.”

“One, Daddy," she cried out, feeling the distinct heavy sting against her cheek.

“Two, Daddy," her sobs started to crescendo. He peppered her bottom with spanks, turning every inch an angry crimson as she counted the twenty four spanks on each cheek, one for every year of her age, from the top of her buttocks to the top three inches of thigh. The counting became nearly incoherent by the end as she babbled her way through.

“What do you say, princess?” He asked, setting the paddle down.

“Thank you for paddling me, Daddy. I know that you don’t like to do it. Thank you for teaching me a lesson.” Alexis said between sobs, wincing as Robbie reached down to stroke her ass.

“You’re welcome, angel. There’s my good girl coming back to me. On your back.” He said, watching her tentatively turn herself around, her burning cheeks pressing against the towel. “Legs up and spread.”

She parted her legs, bent at the knee, to display her kitty for the paddle. “We’re going to do the same number here,” he said, patting her wet pussy with the paddle to illustrate his point. “Naughty kitty needs her lesson, doesn’t she?” Alexis nodded, though the expression on her face showed that she fully disagreed.

“Daddy will count these ones for you, princess, you just focus on staying still, okay?” She nodded as he pulled his arm back to deliver the first swat. Although he didn’t slap kitty as hard as he had spanked her bottom, it felt like a fire was lit between her legs that grew hotter with each count. Her pink pussy puffed up and grew wetter and wetter, the pleasure and pain compounding as the sting escalated, and her high-pitched whine indicated that even she couldn’t tell which side of the spectrum the kitty spanking fell on. As the last spank fell, harder than the rest, she squealed and he chuckled, tenderly wiping away a tear that fell from her eye.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead before helping her back onto her knees and picking up another ice cube.

As it came closer to her, she tensed once more, a whine that she could not control escaping. He parted her red cheeks with one hand and circled her star with the ice as she attempted to weave and dodge out of the way. The ice felt as though it were burning her skin, the cold pressing against her most embarrassing, private place.

“I won’t hesitate to get some more ice if you can’t stay still, babygirl.”

With a sigh, she held herself as still as possible, the ice slid up and down her crack, never staying in one place for long enough for her to get used to it. Once it had melted down a little, he pressed it into her hole to be met with her scream.

“Good girl. We’re nearly finished, you’ll have earned your forgiveness soon.” He rubbed her back as she shook in an attempt to calm her down.

“Okay, Daddy. I’ll be good, I promise I will, I really really am sorry.”

“I know you are, princess, I know. Just a little more, you can take it for me, can’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy."

“Colour?”

“Green, Daddy."

“Good girl,” he smiled as he squeezed her cheek, making her jump before rising to his feet.

He took his place behind her once more as the ice melted inside her ass. His footsteps towards the wardrobe gave her enough time to brace herself properly for the cane. The cane was reserved for especially severe punishments and stayed out of sight at the back of the wardrobe as opposed to being stored with the rest of their toys. She knew she’d messed up, but the creak of the door opening illustrated just how badly she’d messed up.

Any thoughts in her head were driven out by the line of fire that he drew across her bottom with the cane. She screamed into the pillow as the first strike hit right across her sit spots, the welt immediately forming.

He evenly spaced out twelve burning strikes across her bottom and the top of her thighs, her apologies coming out as a virtually incoherent stream. The sting on her sensitive thighs and abused ass consumed her almost entirely, a bizarre mental clarity descending as the pain took focus. As the final blow came crossing the stripes diagonally, she shrieked before her posture flopped slightly onto the bed.

He sat by her head and stroked her hair, whispering to her. “You did so well for me, babygirl. I’m so proud of you, I know that that wasn’t nice. How are you feeling?”

She sniffled, “I’m okay, Daddy. It hurts.”

“I know it hurts, princess, it’s supposed to. Would you like a little break before our last bit, or would you rather get it done and dusted?”

She straightened up and looked up at Robbie. “Done and dusted, please, Daddy."

“Are you sure?” He asked, not wanting to give the crying girl more than she could handle. This had been her harshest punishment in a while, and he wanted to make sure he was moving at a pace that she could take.

“Really really sure. Done and dusted and then cuddles.”

He stood once more. “Okay, baby. Done and dusted and then cuddles. This is for moving out of position. Reach back and spread for me.”

She reached her hands behind her and pulled her sore cheeks apart, exposing her puckered star for him. He quickly and swiftly delivered three firm cane strokes to her little hole, which clenched in protest, colouring it a red to match the rest of her bottom. She held her breath, tears silently falling - she was too tired to make more noise.

As soon as the swats were delivered, he reached for one of the remaining two ice cubes, now half-melted, and inserted them into her sore asshole and cunt. Her cries had softened into a gentle shake of her shoulders as the cold invaded her holes once more and her punishment reached its conclusion. He left her for a moment to cry it out, allowing the ice to do its work and take away the last of her guilt. He whispered his praise to her, telling her how well she did for him, telling her that all was forgiven, telling her that she was his good girl, a hand resting on her head and gently playing with her hair.

“Thank you, Daddy. I’m sorry that you had to punish me. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, babygirl. I don’t want to have to do it again, but Daddy will always make things right when you slip up, okay?”

“Okay. Please may I move, Daddy?"

“In just one minute, princess, we need some pictures for your scrapbook.” He pulled out his phone and photographed her crimson, striped bottom, the bruises already starting to show. He would print it out later for her to stick in her punishment book along with the reasons she was punished, the date, and a promise not to repeat the mistake.

“All done, sweetie. Up you get.” She reached her hands up towards him and let him scoop her into his arms, nestling her head into his chest as she finally allowed her aching, tense body to relax. “You did so good, baby. I’m so proud of you. Fuck, that was really hot.”

She looked up at him with a smile, her eyes still pink from crying. “I really did good?”

“What are you talking about, silly thing? Of course you did good, you took your punishment just how Daddy wanted you to,” he said, tickling her side and making her giggle.

“Okay, yay,” she beamed, seemingly forgetting the ordeal she had just endured, focussing only on the fact that Daddy was happy with her.

He put the straw of her starry water bottle to her lips, silently telling her to take a sip. “Alexis and Robbie or Daddy and princess?” He asked, still holding her tight to him.

“Daddy and princess just a little longer, please.”

“Of course, princess. As long as you want. But Daddy was pretty turned on by your punishment. Would you like to find a way to take care of him?”

She smiled up at him, already shimmying down the bed. “Uh huh, yes please,” she said, freeing his cock from his boxers and putting the tip into her mouth.

He closed his eyes and groaned, twisting a hand into her hair. “Good girl.”