*All characters in this story are 18+ years of age. All acts depicted in this story are consensual.*
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I peeked my head around the corner of the bathroom door and saw daddy washing his hands. "Dada can I bake shome cookiesh" I mumble with my paci in my mouth. Daddy dries his hands and reaches out for my paci "spit" he says sternly. I know better than to object. I spit my pacifier out looking up at daddy. He grabs my chin gently "Now what are you asking princess?"
"Can I bake cookies Dada. Pwease."
"Yes you can little one. Make sure you don't make too big of a mess." He kisses my forehead and places my paci back in my mouth.
"Yes shir," I say in a slightly sarcastic tone. He follows me to the kitchen and grabs a drink before sitting at the dining room table to play on his phone and keep an eye on me. I turn on my favorite music and get the ingredients out. "Dada the oben hash to be three five zero." Daddy gets up and sets the oven.
"Be careful princess. Make sure to tell daddy when to put the cookies in." Daddy goes into the room and I finish making the cookie dough and putting them on the baking sheet. I put in the first batch, and then the second, and then the last batch. I clean up, take my paci out, and grab a fresh cookie then take a bite before running into the room. "Dada the cookies are so nummy! Here!" I push a cookie at his closed lips. He woke up a bit startled and then his look turned hard.
"You made the cookies all by yourself?" His right eyebrow raised up a bit in question. With pride I beam "Yes daddy! All by myse-" I suddenly realize what I had done. I look down at my feet without saying another word.
With a stern voice daddy asks "What did you do?"
I respond, still looking down "I put the cookies in the oven instead of asking daddy."
"AND!" Daddy says louder.
I think for a second before saying "I ate a cookie without asking daddy."
"Get ready." Daddy says. I know all too well what those words mean.
"But daddy, I'm sorry! I just forgot!" I protest.
Daddy grabs my chin firmly "look at me." I look into his hard eyes. "Did you talk back to me?" I shrink inside and feel so little. Ashamed that I've let daddy down. I reply, voice trembling and tears welling up in my eyes, "Sorry daddy." He lets go of my chin and stands up.
"I will finish cleaning up the kitchen and when I return you are to be ready. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir" I say looking down. He leaves and shuts the door as the tears stream down my face. I know I should have been a good girl. I should have listened. I grab daddy's favorite leather belt hanging in the closet and remove all of my clothes. I sit on the floor at the foot of the bed butt on my feet and pull my hair back into a ponytail the way daddy likes. I place the belt on the bed in front of me and put my head down. My heart pounding, my hands trembling. Daddy makes the rules and good girls listen to the rules. I'm in big trouble.
When daddy returns to the room my heart jumps into my throat. I felt like I had been anxiously waiting for hours, but I know it has only been minutes. He stands behind me and reaches forward to grab the belt. "Why are you being punished. Say all 3 reasons." daddy says in his calm, yet stern voice.
Keeping my head down and trying to keep the tears back, I speak with my voice trembling, "I used the oven instead of asking daddy, I ate a cookie without asking daddy, and I talked back to daddy."