Constructive criticism is always welcome especially since I've been away awhile.
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FUCK," I shouted as I climbed out of my car as I watched my favorite tumbler crash to the concrete of my drive. I heard the shatter as I rolled my eyes towards the heavens. I wondered if things could get worse as my brain reminded me Daddy was going to be at work late today. You'd think at 28 I be better able to handle my shit.
I fought back the need to sit in my driveway and sob. No sweet messages to remind me today was bad not everyday was bad; I was not bad I was simply having a bad day. I looked at the broken plastic and bent over to pick most of it up. I shoved it in my purse while I grabbed my house keys and headed towards my door.
I waved at the sweet old lady next door kicking myself for my foul language moments before. She's a hundred at least I think, she was old when I was a kid. Daddy would be pretty upset about my potty mouth earlier too. I sighed, thinking of the spanking I'd likely receive if he had heard me. My hair was left up in my ponytail too...I'd get double for that. He loves my curls free tumbling down my back but just for him. My pussy gushed at the thoughts of punishment. "What Daddy doesn't know," I muttered to myself.
Once inside I placed my keys in their spot and hung up my purse, stuffing my name badge in there; stupid thing was part of the drama today. As I was turned to remove my shoes I was roughly shoved into my front door. I knew immediately from the force and the grip exactly who it was. I melted immediately into the door whimpering, "Daddy?"
A soft chuckle and a possessive grab of my ass was my confirmation. "Tsk, tsk,tsk," he sucked through his teeth next to my ear, "My ears must have heard someone else outside?" I shook my head, definitely did NOT want to add lies to the list I could hear him calculating.
"I'm sorry," I stated. I could feel him waiting and gasped, "DADDY! I'm sorry, Daddy."
He chuckled again, "That's two, my little bunny, what's number three...?"
"My ha-"
"Rhetorical," he growled, "I know you KNOW what it is. What I don't understand is why it's FUCKING UP!" His fingers dug into my ponytail searching out my elastic. He yanked and it tangled about halfway down. "Take it down! DON'T turn around." My nerves already frayed from my day were jumping and it made it difficult to find the tangled elastic.
I began to untangle it with shaking fingers when I felt Daddy press into me. "Breath," he said stroking my cheek softly, "Is this yellow?"
"No, Daddy," I responded. He kissed my temple as the elastic slipped out.
"Now, I came because your texts were few and far between today as well as being very short. I pushed myself to get HERE to YOU knowing your day must have been very bad," Daddy began, " What do my ears hear upon your arrival but words meant for my ears, for times I am inside you. You come in and my hair is STILL up. And you forget...to...use...MY...NAME." Daddy says the last bit softly, dangerously as though the words are clinging to his tongue.
"I was excited, I wanted to take care of you, I wanted inside you, I just knew if I could get to my sweet, soft, chubby, little, pink haired bunny she'd be so happy," he said.
I groaned, "Dad..."
LAgain he cuts me off, "NO! Bad days do NOT mean we forget rules!" I start to cry tears of frustration and sadness. He turns my head a bit and licks away a few, "No, no. Now my good girl accepts her consequences." I shakily sigh and nod.
"Yellow," he asks again. "No, Daddy." Another quick kiss to my temple. "Alright, scrubs down and hands on the door," he commands. He quickly caresses my ass, "No panties? That's
my very good girl." His hand slides between my ass cheeks lower until his fingers are teasing my wetness. "Mmm, my little one is already wet. Now, five, five and seven...you know I hate when you forget my name." His forehead is pressed in between my shoulder blades and I feel his sadness.
I press my head against the door, "I am so sorry, Daddy." I feel his kiss replace his head and hear the whoosh of his belt sliding through the loops.
"You will be little girl."