"Sorry, Daddy, I'm sorry--" Linda wailed, twisting and squirming.
Her legs automatically spread wide, her body trembling as the hot feeling built up inside her.
"Oh fuck, can I come, Daddy can I come, can I please, please come--"
"No, whore, you may not," he said firmly, even as his finger dragged over her clit, making Linda's eyes roll back at the friction.
"You know better than that. Take those God-damned jeans off so I can punish you properly."
Linda sobbed, her hips curling forward to try and follow the dry-uncomfortable-wonderful sensation of Daddy's finger when it vanished.
Her pussy throbbed, demanding more, making sure she was very aware how close she was to coming--and it didn't help to feel Daddy's firm hand at her hip next, tugging pointedly at her belt-loops.
She took a couple of shaky breaths, forcing the air deep into her lungs, and finally pulled herself together enough to wriggle out of her jeans.
Her panties went with them, tangled up and damp from her own fooling around and from her Daddy's invasion, and there she was: bare from the waist down, spread ass-up on her bed, with Daddy's hand keeping her hips high in the air and her legs spread to best expose her needy pussy.
"Hands on the headboard," Daddy instructed next, and Linda knew better than to disobey when she was already in trouble.
Even so, she whined unhappily when Daddy pulled her handcuffs out of the bedside table and locked them around her wrists, binding her to the headboard and leaving her with no hope of reaching her tingling clit.
The slap to her clit caught her by surprise. "Ah--!" She braced herself for another, but instead Daddy followed up with two fingers shoved roughly into her pussy.
Linda bawled, lurching forward and humping her hips uselessly at the air. "Oh--oh--oh fuck--Daddy--"
His fingers churned inside her, stern and unyielding. Linda twisted and squirmed, wanting more--needing less--she was so close, but she didn't have permission and now she was fighting back the orgasm. She wasn't allowed to come, and she knew well Daddy would do something awful to enforce that if she went over the edge.
"So fucking wet," Daddy said, his voice tight with disgust. "Dripping everywhere like a damned bitch in heat, begging to be bred. Is that what you want, Linda? You want a man to fill up your womb, so everyone can see how nasty you are? Walking around town with a swollen belly and no ring on your finger?"
"No--Daddy, I just want to come," Candace sobbed. "Uh--uh--please--It's been so long--"
Just as the heat inside her was beginning to swell uncontrollably, when she was starting to struggle to hold back the orgasm coiling inside her...Daddy's fingers slid out, leaving her gaping and empty.
Linda whimpered, relief overtaking her disappointment as she thought that maybe Daddy was having some pity for her. He wouldn't let her come for real, she had no illusions about that--but maybe, just this once, he wouldn't punish her, wouldn't force her over the edge just to torture her with a harsh ruin.
"Dad?" Pete's voice echoed from the front of the house.
Linda realized then: Daddy hadn't stopped out of mercy. He'd just heard the front door open.
"Come back to your room, Pete," Daddy called in return. "Your sister's been acting up again, I need your help to teach her her lessons."
"Uhh...I've got Steve with me, he's that friend I told you about from college?"
"He can come in, too," Daddy answered, and covered Linda's mouth with his hand when she tried to protest. "It won't take long."
Linda whined and shook her head, twisting to gaze pleadingly at Daddy over her shoulder. It was bad enough when Pete got involved in her punishments, but she didn't even know Steve!
Daddy just gave her a hard look, and then spun a finger in the air as he took his hand off her mouth. "Flip around, girl. No more whining, now--I know you don't mind showing off for men. It's in that whore nature your mother gave you."
"Daddy," Linda begged, but quickly bit off the rest of her plea when Daddy responded with a sharp slap across her ass.
That got her moving, and fast.
She scrambled to obey, awkwardly flipping herself around and then pushing to sit up against the headboard so as not to strain her arms where they crossed above her head. At least the pose allowed her to tuck her butt safely under herself, protecting it from any further reprimand.
Linda couldn't resist a little squirm when the tender lips of her pussy brushed the soft fabric of the bedding, even though Pete and his friend were walking into the room and could both see her like that--strapped to the headboard, arms over her head like she was on display, her shirt mussed from being tossed around on the bed by Daddy, trying desperately to rub her exposed pussy down into the sheets.