My kids had just left for the weekend when my cell phone sprang to life. A picture flashed on my smart phone screen, a special ring tone shattered the silence and the words "The Hubby" rolled across the picture. I pushed the correct area of the touch screen and answered his call the way I always do, "Hey baby!" His response scrambled my brain and kicked my heartbeat in to overdrive.
"Get your bath. I'll order dinner tonight. Chinese delivery. Be on the rug at 7:45."
Before I could respond I heard a click in my ear as he ended the call.
My husband has a demanding job that requires he be available all the time. When his work phone rang there were no questions and he vanished in to the night. We have three teenagers with, like, "totes diff" "things they dig", yo. So our schedules are full most of the time. Going places as a family, even our treasured date nights, required that we take two cars. It wasn't always fun to have to do that, but doing so significantly improved his response time and time is everything in his job. He had just been promoted and that came with a new home 2000 miles away. It would be three weeks before his first day on the new job. That meant three weeks of uninterrupted time at home!
I responded to the news with pride and happiness for my husband. Our kids responded with a request to spend this weekend and the next with their friends. You know, since we were "ruining their lives". We granted permission, admitted to being THE most horrible parents on earth and then got back in their good graces with crisp twenties and the keys to the car. I sent them out the door with high hopes for the weekend ahead with my husband. His phone call alerted me that my greatest hope was coming true. Daddy was coming home!
Daddy had very specific rules for bath time. Daddy's number one rule was the process must be complete and my body presented for his use by the time he specified. I started the process, exactly how Daddy taught me. I filled the bathtub with hot water and honeysuckle scented bubble bath. I set the timer for 30 minutes and sank in to the tub for the prescribed soak. When the timer went off, I drained the tub and turned on the shower, using strawberry shampoo and conditioner on my long hair. Once that was completed and rinsed away, I used they honeysuckle body wash. My legs were to be shaved and once in a while Daddy wanted my little pussy shaved bare. After my shower I wasn't permitted to dry my body until I stood on the rug at the end of our bed. Daddy would then either give me a towel to dry myself off, or if Daddy was pleased he would towel me off. I lived for the days I had been a very good girl and he dried my body with his tongue. I tried to always be a very, very good girl.
I finished my shower and glanced at the clock hanging between the his and hers sinks in our master suite. 7:46. No! Daddy said 7:45 and he was never late! I hurried in to our bedroom and straight to the rug at the end of our bed. He was sitting at the end of the bed, still in his uniform, and holding a towel. His flaming blue eyes stared at me with a look of disappoint and annoyance.
Daddy didn't say a word as he stood up from his position at the end of the bed. He slowly moved behind me, slipping his arm around me. His left hand held the purple towel he had selected and his right was flat against my stomach. Very slowly, he moved his right hand up between my breasts and stopped at my throat. His hands are massive and he squeezed lightly and pulled my head backwards. His voice was deep and commanded attention. He placed his lips at my ear and growled, "You're late. Daddy doesn't like to wait for his princess."
"I'm sor-" was all I managed to squeeze out before he tightened his grip on my throat, pulling my head closer to his chest.
"I didn't ask you to speak."
Daddy loosened his grip on my throat and grabbed the towel with his right hand, putting it around my chest, arms at my side. His strong left hand held the towel closed at the back. He used his body to push the top half of mine forward and on to the bed. The push forward exposed my ass and with his free hand he smacked it hard. His hand met with my wet skin again and I whimpered at the sting. One more blow was delivered to my already stinging ass before Daddy spoke again.
"Get up and dry off. While I'm in the shower, braid your hair. No makeup. When you have finished, come in to the bathroom and wait for instructions. Understand?"
"Yes Daddy."
