Dear Daddy 12

All characters are consenting adults in a DDlg relationship.

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I want to greet you when you come home from work with a sloppy blow job that finishes with your cock deep in my throat, your fingers wrapped tight in the hair at the nape of my neck, your breathing sounds full of satisfaction and pleasure that I am such a good girl for you.

I want you to lift my chin, encouraging me to stand with just your touch, pressing your lips to my forehead, uttering those two words I long to hear.

Then you smack my ass, my signal it is okay to skip off to my next task to go into the kitchen to make us dinner. After your shower, you join me, planting deep kisses on my neck from behind as you look over my shoulder to make sure I am being safe with the knife I am using to cut the veggies I know I am required to include in our meals. "Ice cream is not dinner, little one" a phrase I have maybe heard from you on several occasions.

After dinner, I clean the kitchen as you sneak glances while going through today's mail. I maybe have a tendency to bend over more than necessary, putting dishes away, knowing my tiny skirt is revealing both the absence of panties and the presence of the plug you required me to wear every day this week because I might have kinda forgot to lock the front door when I got home from book club, and after turning my white cheeks all kinds of pretty colors, you said a daily reminder would be required.

When the kitchen is clean, I ask your permission to go get ready for this week's book club. You grant it and then do whatever it is Daddies do while their little princess gets ready for things. "I want you to wear your hair in ponytails tonight," I hear you say from the other room. "A reminder to be a good girl while you are away."

I do as I am told, and when my black skirt and top look just right, and I am ready to go, I know to go to you for inspection and approval.

I stand before you and wait patiently for you to finish the email you are sending to look up at the outfit I have chosen. You smirk, run your hand up my thigh, place your finger in my wetness and say, "You are always choosing the black skirt for book club. It is too short for when I am not by your side."

"But, Daddy..." I plead. "It is my favorite skirt. I like how soft the fabric is on my bruised cheeks."

"Princess, we have talked about this. Those bruises are meant to be felt to help you remember to behave yourself. If I have to pick out your clothing, I will, but you might not be too happy with my choice. Would you like to go back in there and try again?"

Pouting, I sigh, "yes, Daddy. Thank you."

I settle on a slightly longer, pink skirt that is tighter and kinda hurts my bruised butt when I sit, but I know it will make you happy and won't be as scratchy as the boring brown corduroy I know you would make me wear. I come back for a second inspection.

"There's my good girl," you smile. "Now let me straighten those ponytails for you."

You fix my hair and then tell me to turn around. You run your hand up my thigh a second time to find my wetness again. This time, you keep your fingers there as your other hand confirms I am not wearing a bra. You pinch my nipple hard as you enjoy the change in my breathing while I do as I know you desire and not cry out from the pain. You squeeze even harder as you whisper, "good girl" into my ear. You know it hurts, and I am working hard to not squirm or yelp.

My wetness grows as you continue your torture, and then you remove your hand from my tiny breast to push my shoulders forward, me knowing you want me to bend over so you can more closely inspect beneath my skirt.

You lift my skirt and squeeze my bruised cheeks. I wince but am careful not to cry out. You enjoy this torture and the view. You begin to slowly remove my anal plug.

I start to think you might let me go to book club without being plugged. The long week of daily anal plugging finally over. But nope. You push it back in and then start to pull it out again, gently fucking my ass with the plug while watching me try (and fail) not to squirm.

When I think I cannot take it any more (and you definitely cannot take it any more), you fully remove the plug, and I hear your belt and fly being unfastened. I know what is coming next. This is why I made sure to be ready for inspection so early for book club.

"You have done well this week, babygirl, but I want to make sure you remember tonight when you get home to lock the door behind you. We will not have a repeat of last week. Thus there will be no lube to save your little asshole right now, and you are not allowed to cum. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Repeat it to me."

"I will remember to lock the door when I get home tonight, because you are about to fuck my little asshole with no lube."

"And...?"

"And I am not allowed to cum."

"Good girl," you say as you continue to stroke and press your cock against my smallest hole, planning my fate. "This is going to hurt, and I do not want to hear you. If you need to, you may bite the couch cushion to keep yourself quiet." "Ready?"

"Yes, Daddy."

With that, you plunge all the way inside my ass with one, deep thrust. You pause for a moment so I can get my bearings. You know I am seeing stars as my knees try not to buckle, and I am biting the couch cushion to muffle my scream.

Pleased with my ability to take the pain and all of your cock, you grab onto my hips, pull all the way out and then plunge all the way in a second time. Hard. Slamming your pelvis into my flesh. This time, you begin fucking my ass with force and speed reserved only for times such as this that I need a reminder to behave.

I continue to shove as much couch cushion into my mouth as I can, as you continue to inflict a painal punishment on me I will never forget. I have never felt you so deep in my guts before, and I can tell by the sounds of your sadistic pleasure, it won't be the last. It hurts so much, but my body betrays me as my subby mind thrives on predicaments like this. I feel an orgasm building, but I know the consequences for cumming when told not to would be far greater than this. I try to think about boring things like eating vegetables for dinner to try to keep my mind off of my building orgasm, but the pain of your violent thrusts keeps my full attention on your cock and its brutal punishment of my ass.

After what feels like forever, you finally release your load deep inside me. Somehow, I have miraculously avoided having my own orgasm, but I am still dangerously close to the edge. My pussy is a sopping mess.

After you pull your cock out, you tell me to stay in position and to hold still as you replace my anal plug with an even bigger one to lock your cum inside me. "You will be keeping this plug and my semen inside you all of book club and cannot remove it until you are home again and have locked the door behind you." "Understand?"

"Yes, Daddy," I say between sobs.

"You took that punishment very well. I am proud of you. If you are a good girl tonight and do as you are told, I will reward you with another load in your pretty little mouth."

"Thank you, Daddy😍"