Author's Note: This story is fantasy; it involves age play, submission, and BDSM. All parties involved in the story are over the age of 18. All parties in the story are consenting. No minors or children are depicted in any part of the story.
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"Come on, Princess. Up, up, up! Wake up, pretty girl! Smell the juice boxes!" Charlotte's "Daddy" kissed his little girl on the forehead and watched her eyes flutter open and then close. Daddy knew that at 8 a.m., he would have a very cranky "little girl" on his hands. During the weekends, Charlotte was a successful career woman of 22; she bought sexy lingerie directly from designers for a very posh boutique in the city. During the week, however, she was all Daddy's—for better or worse.
Charlotte rolled back onto her side and mumbled something inaudible. She pulled her favorite, soft blankie over her shoulders.
"What is that, little one? What did you tell Daddy?"
"Dadddyyyy, Charlotte is sleeping."
"I know, baby, but you have to wake up now. I have to go to work and I want to make sure you eat breakfast. Now come on, up, up!"
"Dadddyyyy," Charlotte whined.
"No whining. You told me you would get up in the morning even if I let you stay up late and watch that big girl movie. Now get up now."
"Okay, Daddy. Charlotte will be downstairs...in five minutes."
"Do you promise that, baby girl?"
"Yes, Daddy."
Daddy was unconvinced as he watched Charlotte snuggle back into the covers. He was tempted to let her sleep when he saw those big, blue eyes close--making her normally mischievous-looking pink cheeks look serene. Her pretty brunette curls fell down the sides of her face and he couldn't help but smile. Daddy thought to himself what a pretty "little girl" he had and reminisced about the time they discussed their fantasies. He also remembered she was also a mischievous little girl who needed frequent discipline to stay in line. Her good looks often let her be spoiled by the world--and sometimes, him too (though he wouldn't care to admit it).
Daddy went down into the kitchen and began to prepare him and Charlotte a nice breakfast. He put hot water in the tea kettle for his morning tea and her morning cup of hot cocoa. He began to scramble a few eggs and sauté some potatoes he had cubed the night before. He pulled a banana out of the fruit basket for Charlotte's plate and cut it up into small discs. He piled their breakfasts onto two plates: one big and one small. Then he wondered where his baby girl could be.
"PRINCESS!" he called up the staircase. "PRINCESS, IT'S BEEN WAY LONGER THAN FIVE MINUTES."
There was no response.
Sure enough, when Daddy went into the bedroom, he found his "little girl" sound asleep--snoring, despite what she would attest to. Daddy ran his hand up and down her pretty bare back. Daddy always required that Charlotte sleep naked if it wasn't too cold. Then he wondered why the heating bill was always so high.
"Thank you, Daddy; that feels very nice." Charlotte mumbled.
"I'm glad, baby. NOW WAKE UP. Breakfast is getting cold." Daddy began to become annoyed. Charlotte had always been the type to skip meals or events in favor of "just five more minutes." And Daddy was sick of it.
"Okay, Daddy. Just five more minutes."
"Now, princess, if you don't wake up now, I'm going to have to spank you. Is that what you want?"
"No, Daddy. Charlotte is a good girl."
"Okay then, good girl. Get up."
"Yes, Daddy." Charlotte rolled over onto her side away from Daddy. She snuggled into her blankets once more.
