It all started with a simple statement. A promise perhaps. They were laying in bed one night during the week after she had just come off of his lap from one of her good girl spankings and rewards she always craved. She looked up at him, a smile across her face and at that moment, he told her that he had something special planned for them this weekend. Her heart stopped. It wasn't that he didn't surprise her from time to time, in fact, he did it often. However, there was something in the tone of his voice that told her this weekend would be different.
He had casually mentioned for months that he had wanted to see her with another man and how much pleasure he would get from giving her directions on how to please someone else as he watched. She never thought he was serious, but she should have known better because it was rare if ever that he said something he didn't mean. However, she never thought he would actually want to share her or her pleasure. She wanted it to be his and only his, but she had to remind herself that this wasn't about what she wanted. Well, in many ways it was because she wanted to please him. His pleasure was her ultimate goal and this is what he wanted from her. Yet, it was still hard to think about being with someone else after so long of it just being him.
She wanted to ask him a million questions, but she couldn't concentrate enough to even formulate one at that minute. Plus, she knew that when he was ready to tell her if this in fact was what he had planned, he would, but deep down, she knew.
The week went by so slowly. She had more difficulty than usual concentrating at work. She wondered what he had planned and her mind ran in a million different directions, but always ended with him being proud of her, of her showing him what a good girl she actually was for him. Only for him. She could do this for him if this in fact is what he had in store for her.
She kept hoping that he'd give her a hint throughout the week, but no luck. Every time she brought the weekend up, her told her not to worry and that he was taking care of everything, emphasizing the word everything. That is one of the things she loved most about him. He took care of things. He let her know if she was expected to do something. She didn't have to guess or wonder. The only wondering she did was daydreaming and fantasizing and she found herself doing that more than she was willing to admit especially this week as her mind was in overdrive.
Friday finally arrived. She was used to hearing from him at lunch time almost daily as he checked on her to see how her day was going and to see if she was behaving. She looked forward to that call or text each today, but today it never came. She kept checking her phone thinking maybe she just didn't hear it ring, but there were no missed calls or messages. This left her in turmoil because it wasn't like him. Had he forgot he told her they were going to do something special this weekend? Surely not as she tried each night to get a hint from him. Had he changed his mind? Since she wasn't completely sure what he had in mind, she didn't know. If he really intended to share her, did she want him to change his mind? Part of her kept saying yes, almost praying that he would, but she remembered that not only would this please him, but she knew without a doubt that he would never do anything to put her in danger or cause her harm. She was his, his to use for his pleasure, but also his to protect and cherish.
As she finished her lunch break without hearing from him, she went back to her desk. Her voicemail light was blinking. She always dreaded that light because she never knew what the message would be or what situation she would have to diffuse this time. Putting in her passcode, she took a deep breath. She was frustrated and now she had to possibly deal with another situation or "fire." However, as soon as the message started, a smile spread across her face and she finally released that breath she didn't realize she had been holding. It was his voice. The moisture between her legs grew and her body came alive as always when she heard his voice.
"I just wanted to remind you that we have special plans this weekend little girl. I want you to be ready for me to pick you up at work at 3," he instructed, knowing she always left early on Fridays.
"Be waiting for me in the lobby. You won't need your car this weekend, so, I'll take you to work on Monday morning." He knew she worried about everything and didn't want her to think about how she'd get to work or how she'd be without a car all weekend.
"And by the way, before you come outside to be picked up, be sure to remove your panties. You won't be needing any of those for the rest of the weekend. I've taken care of everything else and your bag is already packed."
As if she wasn't wet enough by hearing his voice give her such clear instructions, that last one sent a jolt through her and a rush of blood and moisture to her, no, to his pussy.
She had two hours to wait. He knew the effect that would have on her and that's why he left her a message instead of calling her on her cell where he knew he'd be sure to reach her. He wanted her anticipation to build. He loved keeping her on the edge because he knew what that did to not only her mind, but to her body as well. He knew with one touch that shivers would run down her body, but not shivers because she was cold. In fact, thiese shivers would warm her in the most responsive part of her body.
Watching the minutes pass slowly at the corner of her computer screen, finally 2:45 appeared. She wanted to keep her panties on as long as possible to keep her wetness from leaving a spot on her sundress, but she knew it was time for them to come off. She secretly wished he was there to do it for her. She always preferred when he undressed her as opposed to making her do it herself, but that was not an option today.
So, she quickly gathered her things together to leave for the weekend and headed down the hall to the ladies room to follow his instructions. Once she was sure the door was locked, she set her bag down and slowly moved her hands up under her dress to grasp the sides of her panties and slowly pulled them down her legs, very concious of the cool air coming in contact with his already very wet pussy. She lost her balance a bit, so, she held onto the sink and lifted each of her legs up to remove the panties from her ankles. Having her panties around her ankles reminded her of being over his lap, but she couldn't get distracted... not now. There was no time.
Noticing the wet spot on her panties, she blushed and quickly folded up the evidence of her arousal and placed them in her purse. She didn't have time to waste, so, she quickly smoothed her dress down over her hips making sure she was presentable and not exposed. There was only one person she wanted to be exposed to and soon he'd be there if he wasn't already. Washing her hands and quickly deciding to let her hair down, she rushed out of the ladies room to the front door and lobby. Happy, but anxious, she wasn't surprised that he was already waiting for her outside.
She lit up when she saw him standing next to the car waiting for her. When he saw her coming towards him, he smiled and began to feel his own arousal in his pants. She did that to him easily, but the fact that tonight would be another first for her, the feeling was even stronger. He loved exposing her to new sensations and experiences while exploring her limits.
Opening his arms, she quickly moved between his arms, laying her head next to his chest, feeling his heart beating. Kissing the top of her head, he moved his left hand up to her neck, grabbing a handful of her hair while his right hand slid down her back over her ass to make sure she followed his instructions. She knew what he was doing and knew he wouldn't be disappointed. When his hand reached the bottom of her ass satisfied that she had followed his order, he cupped it, pulling her closer to him while using the grasp on her hair to move her head to the side to give him access to her ear and neck. He felt her gasp a bit as he leaned down and whispered, "Are you ready for what I have in store for you this weekend little girl?"
His breath tickled her neck sending another shiver down her spine as she took a deep breath and let out a sigh.
"Answer me," he ordered as she took a moment to find her voice.
"Yes, Daddy. I'm ready," she replied as she raised her eyes up to him expectably, looking for a hint in his eyes, face. Not letting go of her hair, but moving his hand that rested on her bottom up to her face, he brought his lips to hers, claiming her mouth with his quickly. He felt her relax in that instant. She was his and he knew it, she knew it.
Breaking the kiss, leaving her breathless as usual, he looked down at her and started to walk towards the passenger side of the car expecting her to follow him and she did. Opening the door, he quickly, but sharply spanked her bottom to tell her to get in. She bent her body to get into the car and then felt the skin of her bottom come in contact with the seat. She had to adjust her sundress because she didn't want to leave a wet spot on the seat and she was squirming a bit trying to make herself comfortable when he sat down behind the steering wheel ready to head off to their unknown destination.
"Remember to keep your knees apart," he reminded her. Quickly opening her knees a bit, she heard the warning in his voice as he said, "Wider." She let out a small moan and opened her knees further apart, giving him easy access to her pussy should he want or need it. This made her feel naughty, wanton, but she loved it. She loved every minute of it and sat in silence begging him in her mind to touch her. She needed to be touched. She craved his touch more each day. Unfortunately for her, he kept his eyes on the road and his hands on the steering wheel as he talked to her about her day. He still wasn't giving her any hints.
They drove about two hours before they stopped for a quick bite to eat at a small cafe in a small town. They talked and laughed, his hand brushing hers or her knee whenever he had the chance. He knew how much she liked feeling his hands on her, but he also liked touching her. Touching her was his way of reminding her without words that she belonged to him.
She couldn't handle it any longer and came out and asked," So, what are we doing this weekend Daddy?" She didn't mind using Daddy in public, but lowered her voice a little just in case. He simply smiled and said, "We are having a nice dinner and soon we'll be back on the road for about an hour." She started trying to figure out where they would be in an hour, but she couldn't figure it out. She didn't know of any cities nearby. Hmmmm she was thinking. He loved watching her mind work.
Wrapping up dinner and being satisfied that she'd have energy for the rest of the night, they returned to the car, him escorting her, guiding her by placing his hand firmly in the small of her back. She got a chill again just as she did every time he did that. It was a subtle hint. A subtle reminder. Once she was in the car, he bent down and kissed her lips once more and then gave her one more instruction before he went around to his side.
"Pull your dress up. I want to see your knees open and your pussy on display for me as we finish our drive."
Quickly pulling her dress up, she wanted him to touch her, to feel the wetness that was already between her legs, but he wasn't going to give her that satisfaction, not yet. He wanted her longing, craving, and needing him. However, he loved seeing her on display like that for him. Pulling away for the last leg of the trip, his hand grabbed hers and squeezed making her settle back into the seat and close her eyes. He was driving her crazy and he knew it.
