It was a lonely saturday afternoon and daddy wasn't home from work yet. I had already finished all my chores and watched enough criminal minds to know the art of murdering. I decided to snoop around in daddy's "private" stash. The little box he keeps on the top shelf, in the bedroom closet. I knew it was forbidden but i hadn't been given permission to cum for a whole week! Part of a punishment daddy, had gave me for disobeying.
I grabbed my step stool and headed upstairs into the closet. I peeked out of the window, for safety measures. I let out a sigh of relief and proceeded on my mission. With the help of the step stool and my tippy toes, i was able to reach the box. I quietly cheered for myself and smiled mischievously. I climbed down from the stool and took another peek outside. Phew. Daddy still isn't home, i thought to myself. Time for a little fun.
I opened the box and was delighted to see an abundance of toys i had had taken away, for being naughty. I said out loud to myself, "well, what's to lose?" and giggled, absolutely delighted to play. I take a peek out the window, once again and even glance at the clock, happy to see it blinking 2:37 pm, meaning i had approximately 2 and a half hours before daddy would be pulling into the drive way.
I lay on our spacious California king bed, and just slowly rub my hands up and down my small body, the way daddy would. I stand at only 5 feet and one inch, weighing 135 pounds soaking wet. Pure milk chocolate, as daddy calls me. I moan lightly, loving the way daddy would caress my body and then roughly strip my clothes from my body. I start to remove one article of clothing at a time.
