The best part about fall was that the holidays would be here soon. Nothing made her happier or more enthusiastic than doing all the seasonal things that were tradition for them. The pumpkin carving, the feasts, the parties, but her favorite tradition was decorating the house. Daddy did all the stuff outside the house, and she got full control over the inside. This year was slightly different though. Daddy had announced that morning of decorating that she was going to have a new challenge this year.
"Every hour I am going to come inside and spice up, no baby, not the pumpkin kind," her face rose and fell at the word spice, "your decorating. You'll see." With a wink and a smirk, Daddy walked outside to begin his day of putting up all the Halloween decorations.
The pumpkin candle was lit, the cozy oversized Halloweentown sweatshirt was on, and the spooky playlist was playing. The vibes were right. Looking around the house and trying to remember what decorations went where last year and how they might be better suited other places this year, she got to work. She started in the dining room with her fake spider webs on the walls, the tiny spider rings scattered on them, and the bat wall decorations. She deemed it her creepy crawlies room.
Exactly one hour later, Daddy came in to check out her work.
This room was way better than the previous year, and he was pleased she had the forethought this year to pair decorations that matched. Even the tablecloth looked like it was right out of a cave.
"I'm so proud of you baby! Look at this place! This is the spirit!", his voice rang with pride and joy. He pulled her close and kissed her neck at that special spot he knew drove her crazy. When she let out a whimper, he knew it was time to add some spice.
"Turn around and bend over the table."
The sudden change of tone made her pussy start to drip as she lowered her chest to the table. She even spread her legs slightly, the desperation starting to set in.
"That's right baby, let Daddy see what his words do to you." His eyes zeroed in on the little trickle of wetness just starting to emerge from his little one.
He couldn't resist dragging his finger up her slit and plunging it into her. Harder and harder he went until he felt her muscles tighten. "Thats right baby. You did such a good job being Daddy's little helper. I want you to cum, right now. Don't hide from Daddy. I know you're close."
His other hand pulled her hair up, forcing her to look forward at her masterpiece on the wall. He could see her eyes start to tighten and close, her impending orgasm closer and closer. Right as she started to let go, he pulled her hair just a smidge harder knowing the pain would make her feel the orgasm even harder.
She laid on that table a few minutes, just catching her breath and letting Daddy rub her butt. The warm feels were so intoxicating, she was barely conscious until she felt more cold air on her legs. Daddy had begun to remove her pants. She knew he liked her accessible to him at all times, but he was supposed to be outside all day so she thought it wouldn't matter much.
"My girl doesn't hide from Daddy. She knows better. These pants are not going back on today, understood? You're home. You're mine. That's the rule. Now, I want you to work on the kitchen next. This room is perfect. I can't wait to see the next. Remember, I'll be back in an hour."
He walked outside and she took an extra 5 minutes to lay there on the table and soak up the moment. Endorphins were coursing through her body, and her brain was already pretty blissed out from the joy of decorating. What a wonderful day.
Realizing how much time she was wasting, she jumped up and got back to work. Looking around the kitchen, a picture formed in her mind. Smiling to herself, she got to work. This was going to be her Witch Room. She started with placing her cauldron in the center of the island in its new rightful place, swaying her hips to the beat of the music.
Her favorite Halloween song, I Put a Spell on You, started playing about halfway through decorating the kitchen. Her mind drifted to the Sanderson Sisters, and she began to dance just like they do in the movie. The song stopped, and immediately another one of her favorites started that she couldn't stop dancing to.
