How To Be A Good Girl – Part 2

Welcome to Part 2 of How To Be A Good Girl. If you haven’t already read Part 1, you can check it out here.

Jess whimpered, “ I don’t know if I can take that, Daddy.”

“You should have thought about before you broke the rules. You know there are consequences when you do that. We made these rules together, didn’t we?” I replied, running the belt along her back and ass, down to her thighs.

“Yes, Daddy. We did, but I’ve never taken that many before. I don’t know if I can do it.”

“Well, we’re about to find out. Bratty little girls need discipline. You have goals, don’t you? You asked me to help hold you accountable.”

“You’re right, Daddy. You’ve done such a good job of helping me stay on track. Thank you,” Jess said.

“You’re welcome. Now, are you ready?” I asked.

“Yes, please punish me, Daddy.”

I brought the belt down against her ass quickly, but without much force. It still cracked when it met flesh.

“One,” Jess counted.

“What was the first goal you set?” I asked.

“A 3.8 GPA or higher, Daddy,” she replied.



“And, what is your GPA now, baby girl?”


“Three. My GPA was 3.9 after mid-terms, Daddy.”


“Good girl,” I replied.

“Four,” she counted.

“What was the second goal you asked me to help you with?”


“Five. I wanted to get that internship at the counseling center, Daddy. You helped me write my application letter.”



“And, you got it. How is that working out, by the way?” I asked.


“Seven, Daddy! It’s going well. I’m learning a lot.”

“Good,” I replied. “That’s my smart girl.”


Eight! Thank you, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome, baby girl,” I said.



“What was the third goal?” I asked.


“Ten!” Jess cried.”I wanted to get gangbanged, Daddy.”

“Yes, you did. Did you like it?”

I held the belt still for a moment. The flesh of Jess’s ass was starting to turn red, and I could see a few welts starting to form.

“Yes. I loved it, Daddy!”

“I bet you did, you greedy little slut,” I chuckled. “What did you love about it?”


“Eleven, Daddy! I loved being the center of attention, having all those eyes on me and knowing all their cocks were hard for me.”

“What else, baby girl?”


“Twelve, Daddy! I loved being stuffed full of cock in all my slutty holes. I loved feeling them using me like the sluttly little fuck toy I am.”

“Is that all?”


“Thirteen, Daddy! I loved watching them stroke their stiff cocks and feeling their warm, sticky cum all over my face and tits.”

“Do you want to do it again?”


“Fourteen, Daddy! Yes! I want to do it again, please! Can we?”

“Maybe, at the end of the semester,if you keep your grades up we can do it again as your reward,” I said.


“Fifteen, Daddy! Yes, please. I’ll be a good girl.”

“Have you ever been to that adult bookstore near campus?” I asked.

“No, Daddy, but I want to,” Jess replied.

“You know they have gloryholes there? Do you know what those are?”


“Sixteen, Daddy! Yes, they’re booths that have a hole in the wall where men go to get their cocks sucked. Oh! Can we do that sometime?”

“You want to go suck strangers’ cocks, not knowing who is in the other booth, like a filthy little cum slut?” I asked.

“Yes, Daddy,” Jess replied.

“You should ask properly, then.”

“Please, Daddy,” Jess pleaded. “Will you take me to the gloryholes so I can suck anonymous cocks and swallow cum like the dirty little slut I am?”

“Good girl,” I replied. “Maybe we can do that next week.”

“Thank you, Daddy!”


“Seventeen, Daddy!”

“Disciplining you is making my arm tired,” I told her.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“I’m sure you are,” I chuckled. “You’re not off the hook yet, though. I just need to get some assistance. Go next door and ask Chris if he wants to come over and help.”

Well, this has obviously turned into at least a three-part story. Come back May 6th to find out what happens when Jess invites Chris over to assist with her discipline.

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