Kitty sat on the living room floor in front of the TV, watching her favorite cartoon. She knew Daddy would be home soon, so she'd been very careful to put her toys away before the show started. She didn't want a repeat of yesterday, when she'd forgotten and made Daddy mad. She'd cried more from Daddy being disappointed in her than the actual spanking he'd given her, because he'd trusted her to be a good girl and she'd failed. Well, not this time.
She nibbled on the cookie she'd gotten to eat while she watched the show. Daddy let her have a cookie when she was good, and she figured being careful cleaning up had earned her one. As she took another bite, a bit broke off and fell down her shirt. She grumbled a moment as she tried to fish it out, but that only caused it to slip down further. Her grumbling turned to whimpers as she unbuttoned her shirt to get the itchy crumb, pulling it open to reveal her big boobies, held in a pretty green bra.
For the bajillionth time, Kitty looked down at her chest in curiosity. She knew a girl her age shouldn't have boobies this big. She'd seen pictures of other girls in the cat-a-logs on the coffee table, and none of them even HAD boobies, much less ones as big as hers. There had to be something wrong with hers...
Still... Daddy seemed to like them...
In fact, Daddy really liked to play with them. Kitty had to admit, it WAS fun when he put his hands on them. He could make the tips, which were already a pretty shade of pink, get big and puffy and turn a darker, prettier shade of pink. It made Kitty feel funny in her tummy and lower down. Not like that time she got sick from that bad chocolate milk that one time, no, this was a GOOD funny. She liked how it made her feel.
Kitty fished out the crumb and finished her cookie just as the show ended. She waved goodbye to her cartoon friends, sad to see them go but knowing she'd see them tomorrow. She sang along with them as they prepared to go, her eyes glazing over as she sang, her voice trailing off...
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Standing up and stretching, Katy strutted over to the mirror and looked herself over. The green bra was definitely the right choice today, she thought. She slid her hands under her tits and gave them a little lift, pushing them together. Oh, yeah, definitely the right wrapping for these puppies.
Pity Dad wouldn't let her show them off to anybody. Oh, sure, she could show them off to HIM all day long, but never to anyone else.
Never to any BOYS.
Sure, she had bigger tits than other girls her age, but really, was it HER fault the boob fairy had visited her? More than once? AND hung around to check his work? It was probably also her fault how firm they were, too! Heck, most girls with tits half her size were already starting to sag, and hers were perky as a pair of cheerleaders! She should be out showing them off right now!
Turning, Katy walked to the door. She'd show Dad! Thinking he could keep her sweater puppies all to himself. Why, she'd find some boys to show them off to right now!
As her hand touched the knob, she hesitated, reconsidering. At the very least, Dad would be pissed if she left without finishing her chores, never mind flashing her tits to boys. She'd seen him irritated when she screwed up, but there'd be no telling how angry he'd be if she deliberately defied him.
She remembered the last time she'd been punished, when she'd been careless washing the dishes and accidentally broken one. He'd taken her over his knee and spanked her until she'd cried like a little girl. Of course, Dad hated having to be mean, so after he'd decided she'd learned her lesson, he used his fingers between her thighs to make her feel better. And naturally Katy couldn't let Dad's forgiveness go unappreciated, so she'd knelt between his legs after taking off her shirt and bra, opened his pants, and wrapped her tits around his dick.
Katy sighed, unconsciously stroking her fingers up and down through her cleavage as she remembered. Dad wasn't as big as some of those guys she'd seen in those dirty magazines, but he packed a good bit. It was long enough that even between her titties, she could still lower her head and suck the end into her mouth while she stroked them up and down. Of course, every now and then that wouldn't be enough, and she'd have to lay back and spread wide for Dad to give her a good drilling. Not that it was a bad thing. Most boys her age were two-pump chumps, if that. Dad lasted long enough to get her off at least two or three times before he did. Heck, it was almost as good as getting her allowance.
She blinked as she looked around, realizing she'd wandered down into the basement. Oh, crap, that's right, her chores. Looking at her watch, she figured she'd have just enough time to practice, clean up, and get dinner started before he came home. Walking to the workbench, she took off her shoes and slid into her training heels (She snickered at the joke every time she thought of it), pressed the play button on the CD player, and walked to the corner, where a brass pole gleamed on a tiny stage.
Katy gripped the pole, her hips swaying as the music started. For the next twenty minutes she worked herself around it, swaying, strutting, bending. She did kicks and twists and splits, her clothes coming off until the second half of her workout had her wearing nothing but her heels and a look of lusty determination. One of these days she was going to be good enough that Dad wouldn't be able to wait for her to finish; he'd come up and nail her right there.
