I have not posted anything for a while. I have been working on the next chapters of some of my stories, so if you are reading this and are following one of those, I will attempt to get them finished and published in the not too distant future.
Warning, although this is not a long story, it is not what most would consider a "stroker". There is sex of a sort, but it is more of a look at an aspect of mental BDSM.
And in case you think the title is a mistype, funish is a "fun" punishment.
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I was sitting at my desk trying to get my work done and she would not be quiet. Playing video games in the other room, turning the volume up until I had to tell her to turn it down, coming through my office and trying to talk, wanting to play a game. Then she stood behind my office chair; she started innocent enough, rubbing my back and neck. Her fingers digging in and massaging the knots; it felt great. I had been working at this project for hours but had to get it wrapped up yet today. I was very close in spite of her attempts to distract me.
Then she started rubbing her breasts against me as she massaged, and her hands started moving down my chest. I could feel her hard nipples rubbing across my upper back as her fingers started rubbing my nipples.
Turning to look at her I could see that she had changed clothes. She was now wearing a snug tank top that hugged her form and boy short panties. Her firm nipples clearly visible beneath the fabric of the shirt and her panties were tight enough to make out her lips. She was very aware that I found this was one of my favorite outfits on her, often preferable to fancy lingerie.
"What are you doing baby?"
"Just rubbing your shoulders Daddy" she responded as she ground her breasts into my back more firmly.
"Kneel" I tell her in a calm but quiet voice.
"Yes Sir" she responds and promptly drops to her knees beside my chair, a smile on her face as she thinks she has gotten my attention. Kneeling for me, her ass was on her heels, her knees closed, her back straight, her chest forward, her head facing straight ahead and her hands on her thighs palm up. She was so beautiful I was tempted to take her to bed. But that would not do, I could not allow her to think she "won".
"What am I doing?" I ask in the same calm voice.
"Working Sir."
"Are you supposed to disturb me when I am working?"
"No Sir."
"Were you disturbing me?"
I can see her lips turn up slightly as she responds, "No Sir, I was just rubbing your shoulders to help you relax."
I turn my chair to face her and grab her chin in one of my hands, turning her face up and forcing her to meet my eyes.
"I'm sorry Sir, I was so bored. Yes, I was disturbing you. But I am so horny, I really want to play Daddy."
Releasing her face "That's better. You know better than to fib don't you sweetie."
She turns her face down and stares at the floor "Yes Daddy" she says in a pouty voice.