Evil Little Girl.

"Look daddy," she says standing right before him with her hands against her waist, "Look at my big, hard cock."

He looks up from the floor and directly at her instead. She is naked except for the straps of leather that secure the black silicone onto her waist. Her hair are tied back in two tight little french braids and knotted at the bottom with little black ribbons.

He lets out a groan as she stands there stroking her cock slowly; shivering with a visible excitement that is concealed only by the gleeful turn of her lips. She circles him and, every now and then, she lets the tips of her toenails brush against his skin. Each time she does, she stops to watch the hair dance at the edge of his skin. It makes her giggle. Standing in front of him and holding him by the little blue leash that barely loops around his neck as a collar one and a half times, she pulls him up onto his knees.

"Do you want to suck my cock, daddy?" She asks rubbing it against his face, playfully.

"Yes, little girl," he says in a deep throatey moan, "Please let daddy suck your cock."

She laughs with gentle amusement and pushes her cock against his lips.

"Open wide, daddy" she says giggling, "This is going in nice and deep."

Her cock slips quite easily into his mouth but the moment she pushes it down his throat he begins to splutter and choke. He tries to come up for air but she continues to push him back into the giant phallic device he is slobbering over.

"Be a good toy, daddy," she says fucking his mouth in a deep, repetitive motion, "Or I can always go play with someone else instead..."

The warning seems to work magic on him and he is suddenly able to hold her down his throat with an air of experience that makes you wonder if the earlier resistance was just an act. It's hard to tell because acts are worn down the same method and pace as resistance; it may be that acts in themselves are just resistance that looks different. Things aren't always what they seem after all.

She takes a step back from him and takes him in.

"Daddy your cock is so hard," she says rolling it around on her foot as she hobbled around trying so hard to balance on one foot, "But mine is still bigger."

She moves around him again while he continues to kneel there, unconcerned with the drool pouring down the hair on his chest. Taking a beat right behind him, she flings her little hand and strikes him against him ass. Immediately realising that that particular would end in more injury to her hand than her behind she wanders off into the house, presumably in search of something sturdier than her hand. She returns only a few minutes later with a wooden hairbrush and a bottle of lube.

She sets the lube right in front of his face while gesturing that he should get back on all fours.

"Are you going to fuck daddy, you evil little girl?" He asks in moan more than anything else.

"Later daddy," she says stroking his behind and his balls with her smarting hand, "First I have to spank daddy for being a greedy, horny man."

Within the first few swings of the hairbrush you can tell she has little to no experience at this but that's the thing, the most vicious sadists are the overzealous inexperienced ones. They just don't *know* what they are doing. Understanding pain and how the body experiences it is so much more important to the process than cruelty. Causing pain is something of an art form, you can go in guns-blazing but that only means you face utter destruction much sooner than later. Later is better but she is much too earnest to be able to see that. She swats him uncontrollably until the air is filled with his screams and her arm is sore from the impact. Every now and then she misses her mark and gets his balls instead of his butt, he seems to like that more yet somehow she seems oblivious to this. She seems oblivious to everything but the blinding need to continue striking him until he sobs and begs.

"Please stop little girl," he begs, "Daddy can't take anymore please."

She continues despite his pleas and over his screams until the handle of the hairbrush snaps and the other end falls to the floor. He seems visibly relieved, she looks as if the sound of the wood woke her up from an open-eyed reverie.

"Please fuck daddy now," he begs sinking onto the floor in front of her, "Daddy wants your big, hard cock so bad."

She squeezes the bottle of lube between his ass and positions herself behind him.

"Spread wide, daddy," she says gripping him at the hips in an uncomfortable pinch that makes him instantly wince.

He uses his hands to spread his ass-cheeks apart. She probes slowly, clearly much more experienced at this than beating people. He groans and pushes back into her as she enters him slowly until she's buried all the way inside him. As she starts to fuck him, her hand travels down to his cock and begins to stroke him. For all her might she cannot fuck him as hard as he fucks himself by grinding against her.

"Daddy's going to come," he says and she immediately begins to fuck him harder as he sprays oodles of hot sticky fluid all over hand and the floor.

For a long moment they are still. She strokes his back and he takes deep breaths. She pulls our of him and he stands up and walks to the other end of the room. She stays on the floor while he dresses and returns to her.

"You're a good little bitch," he says stroking her hair, "I enjoyed that very much."

"Thank you master," she says remaining on her knees, as if unsure of who to be next.

"Clean that up," he says pointing to her cock and then to the puddle on the floor, "And that too."

She seems much more at ease as she groans and sticks out her tongue and rubs her face against the floor. Sometimes a bad little girl is just being a good little slave.