It was a normal day for Olivia just like any other. Except that Daddy had left her sleeping in bed when he went off to work. He had woken her up at 4am with a nudge, guiding her hand to his hard cock. She wriggled under the blankets and went straight to work while Daddy attempted to snooze for a few more minutes. Normally she would've have at least seen him to the door for a kiss goodbye, but this morning she was dozing peacefully when he bent over her to kiss her lips, and then her forehead, as he idly stroked her hair.
She couldn't sleep too long because she had things to do and the dogs wouldn't let her sleep once they decided it was time for breakfast. Usually Daddy left her a note with sweet words, and instructions for the day. He usually whispered them to her while they savored their last moments together in bed but he knew she was forgetful and would get distracted.
Part of today's instructions were that she was to do all of her housework naked, with all of the curtains open and blinds up. She rather liked this one but she knew that some of her neighbors did not. She had learned to pretend she didn't see them most of the time, unless of course it was someone who was admiring the view. In that case she would put on a little tease of a show for them, feeling very naughty, which of course made her very wet, and would make Daddy very happy.
Today her only audience was the mailman, who Daddy knew personally. If she happened to see the mailman, she was to stand in the window for him as long as he wished to watch, and only then could she go on about her business. It was horribly embarrassing when she was out somewhere with Daddy and they ran into him. He smiled hungrily at her, and Daddy loved watching her blush and squirm under his gaze.
Today her housework was light so she had planned what she referred to as 'experimental dinner'. It meant it was something she had never had, never made, but looked like something she could accomplish. Olivia was no Betty Crocker, but she made her best effort, and tried to make up for by pleasing Daddy in other ways. Ways she enjoyed much more anyway.
So tonight she was rushing, as usual, to have everything ready all at the same time. That seemed to her to be the most challenging part of cooking. It wasn't that she minded it so much, it was the scheduling that was so complicated. Or maybe she just made it that way. That's what Daddy always said anyway.
So it was almost time for Daddy to be home and she realized she wasn't nearly ready. She saved the insta-dry nail polish for the very last thing, but her hair and makeup were still a mess. She ran upstairs to prepare herself the way he liked, flustered and frantic as she often was. This was the time she was most grateful for no technical greeting requirements. But in that case, she would have most likely skimped a bit on dinner arrangements.
She gasped at the sound of the car door and ran to her place in the hallway, wearing nothing but plain red heels, red lipstick, and barely dry red nail polish. She took a deep calming breath as she lowered herself as gracefully as she could to her knees, holding her hands out for balance, and trying not to make any noise as her knees hit the floor.
Another deep breath as she closed her eyes and began to tremble with anticipation, just as she heard the key in the lock. He almost always paused to give her a moment to collect herself, just in case.
"Hello?" she heard him call, as he always did, even though he knew exactly where he would find her, on days there were no pre-planned rituals.
"I'm here, Daddy," Olivia called out, keeping her eyes cast down, her heart beating faster now. He would know that she was already wet.
She heard his footsteps as he walked towards her, and she could barely keep herself still. She needed so badly to fidget somehow, but she didn't dare.
"Have you been a good girl today, Olivia?" he asked with feigned suspicion.
"Yes Daddy," she responded breathlessly.
He sighed and stepped closer, running his hand thru her hair and she pushed her head against his hand, melting under his touch.
His hand ran across her cheek and lifted her chin, and she looked up at him and smiled, beaming under his attention.
"Daddy's had a long day, baby," he said, as he started to rub his crotch slowly with his other hand.
Olivia wanted to look, but his hand still held her chin, which meant he expected her eye contact. He smiled knowing how torn she was.
