The Bernards weren't an average couple. Don was dominant while Betty was submissive. The room they set up in the basement, known as the playroom, for their Dom/Sub activities was locked at all times to prevent their young daughter from asking questions.

They divorced when Don was forty-one, and Betty was thirty-nine. Their eighteen-year-old daughter, Judy, decided to stay with her father. She had no idea about her parents' sexual proclivities, and they never spanked her as a child.

One night, she came home after her curfew. After unlocking the door, she opened it and heard her father's voice in the living room. "Why are you late coming home?" he asked.

"Daddy, I just lost track of time," Judy replied, expecting to be grounded.

"Judy, you know I have to punish you for this," her Dad scolded.

"Yes, Daddy, I understand," she acknowledged while looking down at the carpet.

Don wondered if she learned that position from her mother, then he directed, "Judy, come here and lay across my knees."

Confused, she asked, "Why, Daddy?"

"So I can do what I should have done a long time ago when you misbehaved, I'm going to spank you," he declared.

"Bu...But, Daddy, I'm not a child, I'm all grown up," she stammered.

"So what? I punished your Mom the same way!" he exclaimed.

"You spanked Mom?" she questioned.

"Of course! Misbehavior must be corrected!" he confirmed, "Now, do as I told you!"

Judy slowly moved to where he was sitting and lay over his knees. He took the hem of her dress and spread it on her back, exposing her panties.

"Daddy! You're not supposed to see my underwear!" she exclaimed.

"Judy, I'm the Master of this house. Within it, I can do whatever I want!" he retorted.

"But Daddy..." she stammered.

"Shut your mouth! The only thing I want to hear is you counting each time I spank your ass!" he roared.

Don raised his arm then brought it down hard.

"One, Daddy," she counted.

He repeated his action. "Two, Daddy," she cried.

He spanked her again! "Ow, Three, Daddy," she screamed.

Don repeated his actions two more times, and Judy counted each one. Don's hand drifted down to the crotch of her panties; they were soaking wet!

As she continued to lay there, he exclaimed, "You're just like your Mom. She loved to be punished and would get soaking wet. Now, get up and remove your clothes."

Judy stood and slowly removed her clothing without looking at Don. She stood there in just her panties, waiting for instructions.

"When I tell you to remove your clothes, I mean ALL of them! Take those wet panties off!" he ordered.

She slid her panties down her legs then stood in front of Don, looking at the carpet.

"Now, let's get two things straight. First, any time you stand before me, you will look at the floor with your hands behind your back. Second, from now on, you will address me as Master, not Daddy, unless we have visitors," Don instructed her.

Judy placed her hands behind her back, still looking down, and reverently said, "Yes, Master."

"Now, take your clothes and go to bed naked," he directed, "I expect to see you naked at breakfast."

"I understand, Master," replied Judy and went to her bedroom.

When Don entered the kitchen the following morning, Judy was already naked at the table. She immediately stood and assumed the position as Don instructed.

"Good morning, Master. May I bring you some coffee?" she asked.

"You may," he allowed.

Judy brought him a cup of coffee, then asked, "May I sit, Master? "

Go ahead and sit down, Judy," he replied.

"Master, may I speak freely without fear of punishment?" she asked.

"Since you're new to this, I'll allow it," he stated.

"Master, I never thought I'd like being dominated like this, but I find that I do. Last night you said that Mom also liked to be spanked. Is there more to this than spanking?" she asked.

"Yes Judy, there's much more," he answered.

"Would you teach me?" she queried.

"If you desire to experience me causing you more pain, I will teach you to accept it. Is there more you would like to speak freely about?" he asked.

"No Master. Thank you for accepting me as your student," Judy replied.

When they finished their breakfast, Don reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of nipple clamps with adjustable compression and connected with a chain. He clamped one to each of Judy's nipples, slowly increasing the compression until she flinched.

"You will wear these every day, no exceptions. Each morning, I will adjust the compression," he demanded.

"Yes Master, I understand that I am to wear them every day," she acknowledged.

"Now that you have accepted your future, you may see what's in the locked room in the basement. Follow me," Bob directed.

He went to the basement with Judy following. When he reached the locked door, he got a key out of his pocket, unlocked the door, and opened it. They stepped inside the dark room, and he turned on the lights.

"Oh my God, I never suspected you and Mom were so kinky!" Judy gasped as she surveyed the room.

"You are never to enter this room without me!" Don demanded.

"I understand, Master," she acknowledged.

"After seeing what is in store for you, do you still wish to be my student?" he asked.

"I do, Master, more than ever!" Judy exclaimed.

Don turned out the lights and left the room with Judy following. He locked the door and started up the stairs as Judy stood there, staring at the lock. "Come Judy!" he ordered.

His order broke her fascination with the lock, and she followed him up the stairs. They returned to the kitchen and sat at the table.

"From now on, when you're home, you will be naked except when we have company. You will keep a bathrobe on the hook behind the front door in case you have to answer it. Do you understand?" he queried.

"Yes, I do, Master," she replied.

"Now, go to my bedroom and lay on the bed. I'm going to use your pussy," Bob ordered.

"Oh, thank you, Master. My pussy is in need of use," Judy gushed, then ran to his bedroom.

He slowly walked to his bedroom, stripping as he went. Judy was on the bed in the doggie position when he entered his bedroom.

"I told you to lay on the bed, not get in the doggie position!" Don reiterated, "Now, get your ass over my knee, so I can punish you."

He sat on the edge of the bed as Judy got off the bed and stood before him in her submissive position. "I'm sorry, Master. Doggie is my favorite position. Please punish me," she stated before laying over his knees.

Don raised his arm and said, "Count as you receive your punishment," and struck her ass.

"One, Master," she counted.

He struck again.

"Two, Master," she continued.

He continued until she screamed out, "Ten, Master."

"I'm going to finger your pussy now. Don't you dare cum!" Don informed her, then moistened a finger between her sopping wet pussy lips and circled her clit.

"Master! Please let me cum, I'm about to explode!" she cried.

"No! Not until I tell you to cum!" Don demanded, then stopped touching her.

June tightened the muscles in her pussy, trying not to cum. Eventually, her oncoming orgasm dissipated, and she relaxed.

"That's my good girl," he congratulated her, "Now, get on the bed and lay down."

He entered her without any foreplay, pumping in and out. His goal is his own pleasure, not hers, as part of her training.

As he stroked in and out of her, he reminded her, "Remember, you can't cum until I tell you to."

He kept stroking in and out, then shoved his cock deep into her and came. Judy felt him shooting time after time.

"Please Master! Let me cum! I can't stand it!" Judy screamed.

"Cum for me now!" he ordered. Judy's pussy went crazy as it convulsed wildly.

"YES, MASTER! YES!" she screamed.

When she calmed down, Don said, "You did well, Judy, although you need practice holding back your orgasms."

"Thank you, Master. I'll practice holding back my orgasms in bed at night," she assured him.

"Speaking of bed, spend the afternoon moving your things into my bedroom. You can use Mom's dresser," he instructed her.

"Really Master? You're going to treat me as your wife?" she questioned.

"No Judy, I'm going to treat you as my submissive slut!" he declared.

"That's what I want to be, Master. I want to be owned by you." she avowed.

"I'll let you think about what you just said overnight, and we'll talk about it at breakfast. Meanwhile, start moving your things into my bedroom," Don declared.

During that afternoon, Judy moved her things into her Dad's bedroom. At 5 pm, he suggested that they go out to eat. They decided on Chinese food, then went to eat. When they returned home, they watched TV until bedtime. When they went to bed, he didn't touch her and said, "Goodnight Judy, think about what you said earlier," and rolled over.

"Goodnight Master," she responded, then lay there thinking about whether she actually wanted to be owned by her Daddy. She realized that she was turned on all day, even now, lying next to her naked Dad. She didn't want these feelings to end, so she decided that she wanted him to own her.

The following morning, Don was drinking coffee when Judy came down to the kitchen. She was naked, with her nipple clamps in place. She poured herself some coffee, put her cup on the table, and stood in front of Don in her submissive position.

"May I sit down, Master?" she asked.

"Sit down, Judy," he said flatly.

"Master, I gave a lot of thought, last night, to what I said yesterday. I've decided to totally submit and be owned by you," she emotionally stated.

"Are you sure that's what you want?" he demanded.

"Master, I'm not your little girl anymore, I'm an adult and understand the implications of my decision," Judy implored.

"I just wanted to be sure you understood what you're getting into. Now that I know that you understand, I'll order you a collar marking you as mine," Don informed her.

"Thank you so much, Master. I'll wear your collar with pride," she exulted.

He reached over and tightened her nipple clamps slightly. "That feels better, Master. Thank you," she moaned.

"You're a pain slut, aren't you?" he gibed at her reaction.

"When you cause me pain, it tells me you love me, Master. May I speak freely without being punished?" she asked.

"Go ahead, Judy," he allowed.

"When I was a little girl, you never paid attention to anything I did, good or bad. That made me think that you didn't even know I existed. As a teenager, that feeling was reinforced. When you waited up for me when I was late and spanked me, I knew I was wrong, and that you cared. That is the feeling I never want to lose," she told Don.

"I never realized how you felt, Judy, and I wish you had said something sooner. I promise that, as your Master, you will never feel neglected," he expounded.

"Thank you, Master. I know you're a man of your word, so I feel better now," she replied.

"Judy, follow me," he ordered.

"Where are we going, Master?" she asked.

Don stood and said, "You shouldn't question your Master's directions," then walked to the basement door.

Judy got up and said, "I won't question you again, Master," before she followed.

They went down the basement stairs then Don unlocked the playroom and turned on the lights. Judy's eyes lit up, seeing what her Master did. Don blindfolded her and led her to the far, padded wall as she entered the room. He then raised each arm and put them in restraints. He did the same with each ankle. She was now spread-eagle against the wall.

He went to a cabinet and got a horse crop. He ran it down her spine and over her ass. Judy shivered as he did that, feeling the joy that her Master loved her. As she felt the impact of the riding crop on the back of her thigh, her happiness increased. It was followed immediately by a strike on her ass.

"Master," Judy yelled, "please, may I cum?"

"Not yet," he answered, then struck her ass again with the riding crop. He repeated his actions, striking different parts of her body.

His final act was to run the riding crop up between her legs, hitting her pussy, and yelling, "Cum for me!"

Judy immediately came; her entire body shook until she passed out, hanging from her wrist restraints.

Don immediately released her bonds, lowered her to the floor, and pulled her blindfold off.

When she came to, he kissed her lips and said, "Thank you, my lovely girl."

"No, thank you, Master, you've proved your love," Judy marveled.

Two days later, the collar that Don ordered for Judy arrived. On its plate was engraved, 'Daddy Is My Master.' As she knelt before him, he locked the collar in place.

When Judy heard the lock click, she looked up and said, "Thank you, Master."

"You earned it," Don replied. Judy never dated after she was collared.

Don and Judy moved to another town, set up a new "playroom," and lived together as husband and trophy wife for the next forty years. Nobody there knew their true relationship of Father/Daughter and Dom/Sub.