Sadie did not sleep for at least an hour. You laid next to her, arms wrapped around her as she sat with the fire burning below. When she was finally able to sleep, it was fitful and unsatisfying. One thing was constant though; your arms stayed steadfast around her, drawing her closer to your chest with every movement she made.
Around 3am, Sadie wakes up and needs to use the restroom. She carefully slides from underneath your arms, checking to make sure she didn't disturb you enough to wake you up. After using the bathroom, she comes back to the bed. "I love you, Daddy," she says, smiling at you. You say nothing. Sadie doesn't know that you woke up when she goes to the bathroom, and knowing your girl, you use this as an opportunity to make sure she's obeying. You stay silent and steady your breathing, observing from the shadows. "Daddy?" Sadie is questioning you, ensuring you are asleep. You listen and feel as she moves next to you, creating distance. You can feel her turn where she's on her back, and then you hear the sweet, sweet sound of her touching your pussy. The pussy she knows belongs to you and not her.
You don't react. You let her dig her hole. How deep will she dig? You can smell her arousal. The scent is intoxicating and more potent than even the night before. You almost felt bad about leaving her so needy, but the little minx needed to make sure she took her own edge off. You had planned to reward her this morning, but she couldn't wait. You listen to her now, hungry to see how far she goes.
Sadie moves her right hand down, touching her pussy lips. She runs her fingers around the outside of them, feeling how slick she is. Her denial has left her incredibly needy. She knows that touching is forbidden, but she twists her mind, no doubt due to her need, to convince herself that one little orgasm would take the edge off and make her better at submitting. Her left hand moves up and down her torso, from her stomach up to her breasts. She cups them, feeling how wonderful it feels. She starts pinching and twisting her own nipple. "Mmmh," she moans, trying to be quiet. God, how her voice makes your cock twitch. You hear the wet noises as she inserts her fingers inside of her. She starts moving her hips now, eager to get more. You feel her cover her mouth as she cries out, needing this after the desperation she's felt. Sadie puts another finger in her pussy, and the squelching noises it makes turns your cock rock hard. That should be you making her feel that way. You hear her breathing quicken, and you know she's getting close. Her moans are muffled, but still loud.
How did she think you wouldn't wake up? You wonder.
Right as she is getting close, you pounce on her, ripping her hands away and pinning her to the bed. She screams out, crying because she can't get release as she continues to hump the air, trying to get any friction she can.
"Oh baby, I don't remember giving you permission." You smile down at her, loving how sensitive her body is and desperate she is. You move her hands above her head, keeping them down with one hand. You gently caress her face with your other. You hand is wet from the tears that have spilled down her face. You bend down and lick them up. "Baby, don't cry. You did this to yourself."
You give Sadie a couple minutes to collect herself, laying down on top of her. This move has comforted her in the past; you get to be her weighted blanket. As she cries, you continue to kiss and lick her tears. They are salt and delicious, how you love the taste of your baby girl. "I'm so sorry, Daddy. I didn't mean to. I'm so sorry, Daddy. Please." Sadie continues to cry some variation of this over and over again, as her breathing steadies. You lightly shush her, telling her you understand. You hold her tight, giving her the safety and comfort she needs.
You roll off of her, bringing her to your chest. You stroke her back and hair as she continues to cry into you. She's crying about disappointing and disobeying you and from her own need that goes unfulfilled. You reassure her that she's okay, and eventually she falls asleep from exhaustion. You love holding your needy girl, and you enjoy the feeling as she falls asleep in your arms.
The next morning, you awake feeling refreshed, looking down at your sweet, but naughty, girl. She wakes up, looking at your, her eyes still red from crying just a couple hours before. "I'm sorry, Daddy." She says as she pulls you down for a kiss. You oblige her because you enjoy kissing her, and she needs the reassurance.
"It's okay, baby," you whisper it lovingly in her ear as you kiss your way from her mouth and up her jawline. She starts relaxing into you, clearly feeling comfortable. "I know you'll be a good girl and take your punishment well." At those words, she goes rigid. Clearly she thought all was forgiven. "You don't think I should just let this slide, do you?" She nods no. "Beg for it. Beg to make it right."
Again, Sadie absolutely detests this part of her submission. Unfortunately for her, this is one of the parts you think are tantamount to reinforcing your roles. "Daddy, please punish me." You prompt her to do it again, but to give you more. "Daddy, please punish me for being a dirty girl so that I can be forgiven." You tell her it's not enough. She needs to be explicit, like she knows you like, or she will get extra punishment. "Daddy, please give me the punishment you think is best. I was a naughty girl that touched your property" she looks at you and sees your eyes dark and concentrated, "uh, your pussy. I touched and played with your pussy when I knew I shouldn't. I was going to orgasm without your permission and against your wishes until you stopped me. I beg you to pretty please use and abuse me how you need so that I may fulfill your punishment and earn your forgiveness, Daddy."
"Very good. Since you asked so nicely, you will receive it now. Follow me." You start walking out the room and turn around to see her following closely at your heels. "What are you doing? Walking is for good girls, and you aren't one. Crawl." You so wish you could turn around and watch her crawl, but you are leading the way. You could simply tell her where to go, but you'd rather it be a surprise. You make sure to briskly walk ahead, turning and waiting for her to catch up periodically. Each time you do, you see her in all her glory. Her hips are swaying exaggeratedly and her breasts are pulled down by gravity. Seeing her crawl for you feels like one of the ultimate submissions, and knowing that she freely gave herself to you makes you want to drop the punishment and get inside her right now. Alas, she needs this, and it would be a disservice to her as a sub for you to forgo it. You walk over to her at one point and slap her ass as she crawls, telling her she can move faster. She picks up her pace and continues following you. You purposely make her take unnecessary routes, such as circling the couch to make sure she knows her place. When you see her eyes, you can see she is getting in the correct mindset; she will need it for her punishment.
You lead her into the dining room, which hosts a lovely wall of windows. Normally, they are beautiful for letting in natural light, but today, they will run the risk of showing your lifestyle to your neighbors. You walk over to the blinds and make sure that each one is pulled up high respectively, showing off the full contents of your dining room. Now, Sadie doesn't know that the neighbors are out of town, so she has no actual risk, but she will need to trust you. You only know because you are feeding their cat, so this will be difficult for her. You pull out a dining chair and face it towards the windows.
"Sadie, come kneel in front of me." She had stopped crawling when she entered the room, and it was clear in her hesitation that she was afraid of the consequences.
"But Daddy, the windows. What if the neighbors see?" You can see the beginnings of panic on her face, and you need her to focus on you instead of thinking.
You raise your voice, "Sadie, come kneel in front of me NOW!" You roughly bark the last part, startling even yourself, and she quickly crawls to you, kneeling in front of you. "Assume your position." Fluidly, Sadie sits on her knees, tucking her feet under her. She makes sure to open her legs wide, offering you a full view of her assets. She also places her hands behind her head, giving you a free, unobstructed view of her body, and she arches her back to thrust her breasts in your face, just as you taught her. "Very good. Now, you've been a naughty girl, haven't you?" Sadie casts her eyes down, ashamed of her actions. "Baby, what am I going to do with you? You know you have to listen. I wanted to have a great morning rewarding you with amazing sex and orgasms, and now you've ruined my plans for you. For us, really. You are denying my pleasure as I need to take care of your behavior now. Do you understand?" She refuses to pick up her head, tears threatening to come down. It's clear that she feels remorseful. You place your hand under her chin, tipping her face up to look at you. "Baby, you will take your punishment like a good girl, and then we can move on. Are you ready? You may answer.
"Yes, Daddy" is all she says. She knows saying more is forbidden as you don't like excuses. Plus, you already know her excuses.
