Just as the clock changed from 5:59 to 6:00, he opened the door. The smell of fresh rolls wrapped around him like a soft blanket and he smiled as he set down his keys. She had obviously put in a little extra effort to please him. It always worked; he loved her cooking.
Entering the dining room, he saw her standing by his chair and felt himself harden a little. She still wore his collar, the black leather contrasting beautifully with her pale skin. Her breasts were bare, the nipples hard, even though it was quite warm in the house; the schoolgirl skirt she wore wouldn't cover her ass at all if she were to bend over. She didn't move when she saw him, but her face lit up with happiness and a shy smile crossed her lips.
"I made your favorite rolls, and I spent an hour on the chicken to get it perfect. Oh, and I mixed the Jack and Coke just like you taught me to." She gazed at him for approval.
He had to laugh; she looked like a little girl. His little girl. He went to her and kissed her fiercely, his tongue invading her mouth, his hands dropping to cup her bare ass. Eagerly she wrapped her arms around him, melting into his embrace.
It was all he could do to disengage himself, but he knew if he didn't, he'd take her right there. And he still had a punishment to administer. And a dinner to eat.
She pouted as he drew away from her, wanting more, wanting it right now. His response was to firmly swat her right ass cheek and tell her to go sit down.
The dinner was over much too quickly in her opinion. But when he told her how wonderful it was, she couldn't help squirming a little with delight. He rose and went to fix himself another drink, and she knew what she was supposed to do.
The table was cleared in no time, but she stood in front of the sink for a few moments, contemplating. Was she supposed to wash everything now, or go directly to their room? She didn't remember the words "wash the dishes" coming from him, so she turned and walked as gracefully as she could toward the bedroom.
He was sitting in his big leather armchair, watching some sort of sports thing on the TV. She loved that chair because sometimes she would curl up on his lap while he sat there and he would stroke her hair. The safe, relaxed, loved feeling this gave her was the best thing in the world.
When she entered the bedroom, her eyes went immediately to the leather paddle hanging from its strap on the wall. She felt herself get moist and her heart skipped a beat. Quietly she shut the door behind her and approached the wall, reaching up to take the flat leather object down from its peg. The leather smell of it filled her nostrils and she felt her pussy tighten with expectation.
He made her wait twenty minutes before entering the room. The anticipation was driving her crazy, and she knew he was well aware of that. The sheets were already damp beneath her, but she sat very still as he came near.
"Stand up," he said in a firm voice. Timidly she rose, holding the paddle out to him. He took it and, to her surprise, set it aside. Then he took her hand, leading her out to where a chair was placed in the middle of the living room.
"Stand in front of the chair." As she obeyed, she heard him unbuckle his belt and slide it free of its loops. Her stomach tightened into a knot at the sound.
"You were bad today, weren't you, little one?"
Her eyes found her feet and she stared at them. "Yes, Sir," she whispered.
"Tell me what you did wrong."
She paused; then gave him her best puppy dog eyes, opting for the daddy's-girl approach. "Oh daddy, I'm so sorry I did it. I knew I wasn't supposed to! I couldn't help it..."
"Wrong answer," he abruptly cut her off, taking her arm and turning her to face the chair. "Bend over and put your elbows on the chair. Hold onto the legs to keep you steady."
She felt warm tingles shoot from her stomach downwards as she obeyed his instructions. But suddenly a realization came to her: the curtains weren't closed and they were terribly close to the big living room window!
"Daddy, the window..." she began then squealed sharply as his belt found the soft spot under her ass, right at the tops of her thighs.
"I didn't give you permission to talk, slave." He admired the bright red welt that was forming on her soft white skin. "I decide where you will be punished. And if anyone walks by and sees me blistering your cute little red ass, they'll know you've been a bad girl today."
She bit her lip to keep from protesting, realizing that he was the one in charge and further complaints would only get her into more trouble. She flushed deeply, wondering if there would be any witnesses to her chastisement.
"I want you to count," his voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Yes daddy."
