Boot Camp

"Daddy, may I please skip boot camp tonight?" "No," he scoffed. "But it's cold and I'm tired and--" Daddy just looked up from his iPad at me. He wasn’t having any of it. I stomped upstairs and changed into my workout clothes. As I shimmied out of my jeans, I caught my reflection in the mirror. I faced away from the mirror and looked to see if the bruises on my ass were still vivid. Daddy had used the belt, the cane and the dreaded hairbrush on me last night after giving me an extended otk session the night before. My panties didn't cover all of a deep purple blotch on my left ass cheek, which Daddy told me thought was super hot. I smiled and I kicked the jeans to the side. As I pulled my shorts gingerly up over the raised bruises, my pussy started to fill. I felt very lucky to be able to wear Daddy's marks. They were reminders that I belong to him, that he has claimed me as his Babygirl. I pulled my sports bra over the breasts he had beaten and sucked and bitten last night. I grabbed a T-shirt, sweatshirt, socks and sneakers and walked slowly down the stairs. I loved boot camp and loved the girls I work out with; I just didn’t feel like going tonight. Daddy very rarely let me skip, though. If I was legitimately sick, he would, but I had said I would go three times a week and he had said he would hold me to that. I sat on the stairs and sullenly put on my socks and sneakers. I sighed and dragged my sweatshirt along the floor as I walked to the door. "Come here," Daddy said, sharply. I stiffened at his tone and walked into the living room. "Yes, Daddy?" I said, as sweetly as I could. I went to him and stood in front of him. He took both my wrists in his hands. "Don't 'Yes, Daddy' me, Little Girl. You've had your pout, now go work that slutty body out good for me. I will know if you don’t." "Yes, Sir," I said. Just as my hand touched the door knob to the front door, Daddy said, "And while you are working out I want you to say your chant." "Yes, Daddy," I called and walked out the door. Early on in our relationship Daddy had punished me once by having me write lines. I had to write, "I am my Daddy's slut" 500 times. Even as my wrist and fingers began to ache, my pussy tingled as I served out my punishment at work, in the coffee shop, on the bus. I had half wanted to be observed so I could explain myself. “I did something Daddy didn’t like and this is my punishment.” I realized as I drove to the gym that I had forgotten what infraction had triggered the punishment, but Daddy had told me to say my chant (as it was now known) when I worked out as added incentive. I was the third to arrive at the gym. I saw that Helen was using the foam roller on the floor to work out some kinks on her back and Jenny was stretching. Our trainer, Michelle, was setting up the stations. Although I was happy to see my friends, I still felt a little low energy and underwhelmed at the prospect of the workout. By the time we started the warm-up, there were nine of us set to go through the workout Michelle had designed. As we jogged in place, my ass reminded me of Daddy's marks and I found myself not lifting my legs as high as normal to minimize the stress on my battered skin. Michelle took us through Frankensteins, squats (also hard on the ass), jumping jacks (also hard), seal jacks (come on!) and shuffles. I did every warm up exercise and I said my chant in my head per Daddy's instructions, but Michelle noticed my lackluster energy and told me to "pick it up." I nodded, out of breath. Michelle had set up nine stations and told us we were going to do 40-20's: 40 seconds of work ("HARD work," she said, glaring at me) followed by 20 seconds of rest. I had done the workout before but I listened politely as she explained the basics of each stations. We had to do the following: sprints to the pole, jump rope, tricep dips, hold a plank, one-handed rope slam, mason twists, heavy ball slams, chest press and my least favorite: Val slides. Ever since Michelle had gotten them, she had included them in every workout. You had to get on all fours and place your toes on the rough side of the slide. Holding yourself up in a push-up position, move your feet up and back and do the "mountain climber" drill. "Just 45 minutes," I told myself. "Just get through the next 45 minutes." We began. I broke a pretty good sweat after the first round, but I was taking it pretty easy, especially when Michelle was working with other campers. I said my chant in my head: "I am my Daddy's slut. I am my Daddy's slut” as I worked at each station. With two stations left in the final round, the door opened and I felt the air in the gym change. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my Daddy enter, greet Michelle, shake her hand, and lean against the wall with his arms folded. I smiled at him weakly and he nodded, but didn’t smile back. "Uh oh," I thought. We finished the round and stretched. As the other campers left one by one, I lingered as Daddy and Michelle talked. When it was down to us three, Daddy told me to come over to him. I came and stood by his side. "I need to ask your trainer some questions, Babygirl. You had better hope I like what I hear." I felt my stomach turn to ice. He turned to Michelle. "How did my Baby do tonight?" Michelle looked at me regretfully. Did he tell her what he would do to me? "I hate to say it, but Krys really didn’t get after it tonight. From the warm up on, she just didn’t seem to have her head in the game. She just wasn’t herself, Sir." "Mmmhmm," Daddy said. "I gave her a chant to say. Did she at least say my chant?" "Daddy! I said it in my head!" I protested as Michelle said, "Chant? No. I didn’t hear any chant." Daddy shook Michelle's hand and she handed him a key. I didn’t know what was happening, but I knew it wasn’t good. Michelle left and my heart started racing. “Go out to the car and get my cane, Babygirl.” I knew better than to argue. I went to Daddy’s car and retrieved his bamboo cane from the back seat. When I reentered the gym, I handed it to him. “I am not happy with you, my Slut,” he said. “You made a commitment to me and to yourself to work out and now I hear that you are barely trying? You’re going to do your workout again and if I see you slacking, I will give you the motivation you apparently need.” He swished the cane in the air and I cringed as the bruises on my ass tingled. “Understood?” “Yes Sir,” I squeaked. My mind was reeling. Was Daddy really going to make me go through all 9 stations three more times? Even though I hadn’t gone balls out the first time, I was still tired. I started at the Val slides. I started out slowly moving my legs; half praying that Daddy would say that he was kidding or that he had just been trying to make a point. CRACK! The cane landed with a sharp pop across my thighs. I screamed out and collapsed. “Start again,” Daddy said and I began doing the drill moving my legs like pistons. Daddy only struck me a few more times as I went through the circuit. Sweat was pouring off my forehead, down my back and in between my legs. My throat and chest were on fire and I didn’t have time to think about the bruises on my ass because my muscles were starting to fatigue. As I set myself up on the Val slides for the third time, Daddy knelt beside me. He petted my head and pulled me up so we were both standing. He pulled me into his arms and I practically cried in relief. I felt my body go slack in his arms. “Take off those shorts,” he whispered in my ear. I mechanically took down my shorts and peeled off the panties that were drenched with my sweat and pussy juice. Daddy spun me away from him and had me bend over. I heard him undoing his pants and felt his cock against my asshole. He kicked my ankles apart and pushed against the opening of my pussy. My bruised ass was tender against his strong thighs. He ran his hands from my shoulders down to my hands and then pulled my hands behind me. He began to fuck his pussy with excruciatingly slow strokes. As he picked up speed and filled my pussy with more and more of his thick, throbbing cock, I started to moan at the pleasure of being taken with such raw intensity and at the pain as he slammed into my aching bruises. He held my arms tightly as he rocked faster and harder deeper into my convulsing pussy. “Daddy?” I screamed. “Yes, my Slut? “May I come?” “You may,” he said in his mercy as I squeezed his dick for all I was worth. I grew light headed as my ass, pussy and thigh muscles shook with the orgasm. He let me down to the floor and he stood above me masturbating slowly and intensely. I grew ever more excited as he pointed his dick at my pussy and then at my face. As he got close to his release, he grunted and I felt his hot cum fall on my sweaty face and hair. He kneeled beside me and pulled me into his embrace. He rocked me back and forth as he pressed hard on my bruises. I didn’t have anything left in me so I laughed into his neck. “Let’s get your home, Babygirl. After a nice hot shower, I need to sharpen up those beauties before bed.” “But Daddy?” I panicked. “Didn’t you just give me my punishment?” He raised his eyebrows. “That? No, Krys. I just wanted to make sure you got a good workout tonight. We still have to take care of your punishment for doing such a slack-ass job and for making me come down here and check up on you and wasting my time.” My face fell and my heart jumped into my throat. “Don’t worry, Sweetie. I intend to get every minute back. With interest.” “Yes, Daddy,” I said.