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RoughTeacher -> How different girls evoke different responses. (3/2/2011 9:19:24 PM)
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Heya all. . .A first attempt,dashed off tonight. . . .
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I always feel a little old when I wake up, which is silly, having not even hit thirty five. Waking up next to a pretty, brilliant, sexy girl in her early twenties always helps.
Waking up next to kitten is always an experience. she's incredibly slow to wake, and for the first five minutes I often have to repeat orders. Seeing her naked is always a nice thing, and watching how much I turn her on, with or without her willing conscious consent, is a good way to feel a lot younger, as the feeling of power grows through my wakefulness. Getting her fed, forcing her to wakefulness, taking that first hour and getting her ready for school always makes me feel like I am making her life better. And sometimes that's what a daddy wants to do for his little girl.
With her awakened, and our shower shared, I swatted her on the ass, and sent her off to school. Turning back into the house, I realize what other responsibilities I have today. This is one of the few days this month that My little bitch is able to spend the night, and it's time to start her day.
Tromping down into the basement, I see that the light is on in the little bitch's cave. I feel a faint glimmer of hope, and looking inside it's elevated slightly, seeing that her privy is empty, and she's sitting on her bed writing.
“Well”, I say” Looks like my useless little cunt is at least somewhat on track this morning. Read me what you have written.”
she looks up at me, and I see for just a moment the woman other men lust after. Smooth skin, hefty breasts, slight hips, artfully shaped hair, now mussed from sleep, trim legs and ankles, pretty feet, fine elfin hands, a cute face, button nose, and lovely eyes. . . And then, as usual, one of her regular looks comes across, this one vapid and thoughtless, converting her into the useless little bitch I have been working on this last two months.
“But, im not ready yet” she says, completely thoughtless to the situation, and completely forgetting any of the various titles I allow her to use with me.
My face freezes, shifting stern. I step forward, and unlock her cage, while staring fixedly into her eyes, displeasure clear. It takes her a LONG time to realize her mistake, for the shock to register on her face, and for her eyes to drop. She begins to stutter out an apology, a correction, something to help, but I cut her off.
“Stand, little slut.”, which she scrambles to do, and then stands hangdog in fron of me while I continue. “You have obviously forgotten everything important I have taught you over your week away. Perhaps some of the fault is mine, for not being harsher last night, before I put you to bed, but I had some thought for your needs of sleep, and your long drive. I can see now that sparing you last night was a huge mistake. Perhaps next time I will use you to clean out kitten's pussy, to remind you that little bitches like you don't make their own choices about which sex they preform on. . . A reminder of which house you sleep in, bitch.”
Feeling slightly angry, and quite righteous, I stoop, plant my shoulder in her stomach, and throw her over my shoulder. One of the best advantages there is of being built like a football linebacker gone to pot, I can throw kitten around, at 220, and a practicing Akido student. . .This little waif of a thing, nothing. I intentionally let her shoulders hit door frames on the way upstairs, but make sure her head is safe. . . That piece of me that knows she's my responsibility never DOES shut up, and while I care little for her feelings at the moment, my own sense of responsibility will not let me really harm her. . .She's not worth my own disrespect.
Reaching the bathroom, I plant her feet in the tub, and force her to stand. Now comes the punishment I have found most effective on this little bitch. I am totally not into scat, or golden play. . .. But if it will help break her, it's a tool I will use. Forcing her to shit while standing, letting it slide down her legs, and land on her feet, being forced to use her own pee to try to wash it off, before being finally allowed to use the shower head to wash off, and wash it down the drain. . .Well, the first couple times it made me feel a little bit ill, and made her gag. . . .But for the next day she was an obedient little thing. . . By the end of that day I almost liked her a little. She's slowly acclimating to the punishment, and im sure I will have to find something new someday, but for the moment I will use the tools I have. Not letting her cum until she has pleased me works for a reward system. . . But you always need an appropriate psychological stick. This little bitch likes pain too much, and so …
She radiates shame, and completes her toilet. Her shame climbs considerably when I talk her through cleaning up the tub afterward like a useless child. She usually does an acceptable job, but being stood over makes her feel dominated. . . Important for the beginning of a day when she is obviously in need of bringing into line.
After she had the tub cleaned I ordered her to clean herself, and prepare herself for our day, and whistled ot myself as I went off to pick out her clothing for the day. The slut was clearly too dumb and scared to pick out clothing befitting a little fucktoy like she was. . And besides, it was more fun to controll that myself anyway.
On the days I allowed her clothes.
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