"Good morning, babygirl."
A simple message, but it made me smile. I laughed a little to myself, like I did every day when I got a "good morning" message late in the afternoon. Silly time zones. Not skipping a beat, my thumbs excitedly tapped their response.
"Good morning, Daddy!! Did you sleep well?" I sent the message and settled back into my couch. I waited for his response and absentmindedly watched some show, unable to really focus on what was happening in front of me. Once Daddy was awake, it was especially easy for my mind to wander to thoughts of him, and us. Getting lost in thought, my fingers wandered as well to rub my clit gently over my clothes. It wasn't long before my phone lit up to show he had replied. I clicked to open the message, grinning before I even saw what he said.
"I slept fine, thank you for asking, kitten. What have you been up to? Have you been eating?"
This was one of the things that made me fall for him, despite the distance between us. I get overwhelmed easily and he always makes sure I'm taking care of myself ā eating, exercising, all of the little things that sometimes get forgotten when I'm having a hard time.
"Yes Daddy, I already ate breakfast and lunch! I've been busy this morning. I did yoga for half an hour, read some of the new book you got me, and I got a little work done." I typed my response, still smiling as I hit send. There was nothing like the warm, fuzzy feeling I get from knowing I've done what he wants me to and that I've made him proud.
A few seconds later his response arrived.
"Very good, little girl! You're having such a good day today, Daddy is so proud of you. Did you forget to send me a picture today, or have you not gotten ready yet?"
There are a few little rules that Daddy has set for me, and one of them is that once I've showered and gotten ready for the day, I'm to send him a picture of myself so he can see me and what I've chosen to wear, even if it's just pajamas. I'm sometimes forgetful though, and in my excitement about how productive I was being this morning I managed to forget to send him what I was wearing today. I bit my lip as I typed my response.
"Oh no!! I'm so sorry, Daddy, I forgot today. I was just so caught up in getting everything else done. I'll send it right now!" As I hit send, I jumped up and raced to my full length mirror and snapped a picture of today's outfit. I quickly sent it to Daddy and went back to my spot on the couch to wait for his next message, a little nervous for what was ahead of me. I hate letting him down and I know how much he looks forward to waking up to a picture of me every day.
A few moments later, my phone buzzed to alert me of his reply.
"You look beautiful, but you know I don't like to wait, little girl."
A short response, but he was right. I knew better than to keep him waiting.
"I'm sorry, Daddy. I promise I won't forget tomorrow!" I replied.
Almost immediately, he responded. "I don't think just saying you won't forget is enough. You said you wouldn't forget when I gave you the rule in the first place, babygirl. How are we going to make sure you remember?"
I had earned myself a punishment. Regardless of how far away he was, Daddy was never too far to show me who's in charge.
"I don't know, Daddy. I promise I'll remember!" I typed back. My heart was starting to race and I felt myself starting to get wet from the anticipation.
"I think we're going to have to do something to reinforce this rule. Undress for Daddy."
I did as he said and slipped my hoodie over my head, peeled my leggings off, and tossed them out of the way. No panties, another one of my daily rules. I sent a quick selfie to show him I had complied and was ready for the next step.
Just a few seconds later, I got his next message. "Come lay across my lap. You know what's next."
I stretched myself across the couch and arched my back. I took a picture of myself in position, ready for my punishment, and sent it to him. He didn't need any words from me, just the photographic evidence that I was following his instructions.
"Count out loud. If you lose count we're starting over, so be careful. Ten spanks, kitten. Now."
I set my phone down on the coffee table to record my punishment and positioned myself in frame. I raised my hand into the air behind me and spanked myself hard, a red mark already starting to form on my pale skin. As my hand made contact with my ass, I counted out loud.
"One," I announced, raising my hand back into the air to spank the other cheek. Daddy liked me to keep things even.
I doled out my punishment, loudly announcing the number each time, getting wetter and wetter with each smack. By the time I was done, my ass was bright red and my pussy was soaked. I grabbed my phone and stopped the recording, then sent it straight to him. While I was waiting for him to watch it and get back to me, I couldn't resist reaching down to see how wet I was. I gently traced my finger up and down my slit, trailing my juices up to my clit. I didn't get to play too much though, because I was jolted back into reality by my phone vibrating with my next message from Daddy.
"That's a good start, but you know we're not done yet. Daddy so looks forward to seeing your beautiful face every day when he wakes up, and today I didn't get that. Do you know how sad I was to not have a message from my beautiful little girl this morning?"
I was dripping for him already and aching to be touched. Not knowing what was next only amplified my need.
"I'm so sorry, Daddy. I won't forget it again, I promise." I sent back my response immediately, eager to know what the next task was.
