All involved are consenting adults. Yes, I know I probably need an editor, but I have not got one. :)
The Headache
It was one of those days when it seemed like everything was going wrong. I'd woken up that morning and realized I hadn't charged my cell phone the night before and it was down to its last bar of life. I intended to charge it in the car on the way to work, but the car charger wasn't working. My last pair of hose had snagged on something as I was putting them and gotten a run, so I had to stop by a store to grab a replacement before work. I usually wore thigh highs, as requested by my Daddy and because I actually preferred them, but the store I stopped at only had regular panty hose so I grabbed them and ran. All this had put me behind schedule and had me arriving a couple of minutes late to work, which given my usual punctuality was not a huge issue but made me feel behind. On top of that I'd ended up skipping breakfast and so by 10:00 am I was starving. Usually there was a small café in the building where I worked, so I could slip down and grab something fast, but they were closed that day for reasons unknown.
By 11:00 am I could feel the headache starting to creep in, but I tried to ignore it. By 11:30 am I realized that this might be more than just a minor stress headache coming on. I grabbed a pack of crackers, which I hated to do because of the lack of nutritional value, and a Dr. Pepper for the caffeine and took some over-the-counter pain medicine in the hopes of avoiding the migraine I knew was coming. Unfortunately, the pain just kept getting worse. Having a major report to complete, I tried to work as quickly as possible, knowing that things would progress rapidly and soon I would get to the stage where I was incapable of thinking. My manager came into my office for an update and realized something was wrong and promptly ordered me to go home. I briefly tried to argue because I hated leaving the report undone, but she pointed out that with the migraine, I really wasn't making progress anyway. She also playfully offered that since it was Friday, I was welcomed to come in on Saturday to complete it. I probably would have laughed at her comment, but by this point the pain was quickly becoming overwhelming. She asked if I was okay to drive home and being the somewhat stubborn soul that I am, I insisted I was.
So by 1:00 pm on a Friday I was in my car on the way home. That's when it occurred to me that I needed to call Daddy. At a red light I reached into my purse and grabbed my cell phone, only to realize that its battery was now dead. I knew that Daddy was expecting to come over and cook that evening and spend time with him. We were fairly new in our relationship and Daddy and I maintained separate residences. In fact, though I had been interested in bondage and submission for years, Daddy was the first Dom I had ever had a relationship with. He was patient with me, and was trying to give me the time I needed to accept things. That's not to say Daddy was a pushover by any stretch of the imagination. He was very clear in what he expected, but for the moment, the expectations were not overwhelming.
Daddy traveled often, so when he was in town, usually after work I would go to his house and cook dinner, we would spend time together, sometimes doing vanilla things and sometimes doing kinky things. I helped keep Daddy's house clean as well. However, by mutual consent, I had never stayed overnight. I will admit to having been out pretty late once or twice and/or arriving pretty early, but never completely staying the night. I sensed sometimes Daddy would have preferred for me to stay, but this was one of the decisions where he let me take the lead. I had no delusions though that he was letting me decide and that this could change at any time. Daddy was often good about letting me make choices. However, when he wanted me to do something, he made it perfectly clear and I was growing in my submission and trust. I know some might not have seen this as true submission, but for us this worked. Our relationship was also changing and dynamic, so I could see that it would not always be this way.
Anyway, as I sat at that red light I suddenly didn't know what to do. The light was hurting my eyes, the pain was fast approaching the point where I would be completely non-functional. I knew once I got home that I would have to take the prescription medicine to combat the migraine, which meant I would be pretty much knocked out. It would be very likely that I wouldn't wake up for hours and then Daddy wouldn't know what had happened or where I was. For some reason in my befuddled mind, I decided I should drive to Daddy's house first and leave him a note, since I couldn't call him. Yes, yes, I know anyone else probably could have thought of dozens of other solutions, but that's all I could come up with at the moment. So I drove to Daddy's house.
When I got there I knew I had to hurry because I knew I was getting close to non-functional; the truth is I was probably already to the non-functional point and should have not been driving. I went to Daddy's office and found a paper and pen then went to the kitchen and wrote a brief note stating that I had a migraine and had to go home and take meds. I apologized for not calling, and let Daddy know my phone was dead. I ended the brief note by saying I would contact him tomorrow.
Just as I was gathering my keys and heading back out the front door opened and in walked an upset Daddy. "What is going on, I've been calling you?" he stated in his quiet, serious tone that was always so much more effective than yelling. I couldn't help it, the pain was overwhelming so I did the completely stereotypical girly thing and burst into tears, which didn't help my headache.
I will never forget the next moment when I felt Daddy's arms around me. I was babbling about dead phones and headaches and I'm sure I didn't make a bit of sense. He just held me for a moment and then said, "Come with me." Daddy took me to his bedroom, which was a bit of a surprise, though I admit the surprise didn't really register at that moment. When we played, we usually played in his spare bedroom. He undressed me, though I do remember him muttering something about the pantyhose, and had me laid down on his bed face down. I tried to protest because I needed to get home to get my prescription medication, but he "shushed" me. He used some essential oils and began massaging the back of my neck, I admit some of the tension did release, and soon he was telling me to sleep, and I was obeying.
I woke up several hours later, judging from the light coming in through the window. My migraine was reduced to a dull headache, for which I was thankful. I went in search of Daddy. I found him in his office working on something. He smiled concernedly as I walked in and asked, "How are you feeling?"
"Much better, thank you Daddy," I replied.
"Good, I'm glad," he said with a smile. Then his tone changed to his quiet, serious tone and he said "I need to finish up this one thing and then I want to talk to you. Go wait for me on the couch."
Of course I did what I was told because that tone didn't bode well. I waited on the couch nervously. I figured I was in trouble for the cell phone being dead thing. It seemed like forever before Daddy joined me, though it probably wasn't that long. Daddy came and sat down behind me and then indicated I should kneel in front of him, which I did. He opened his legs on either side of me and took my face in his hands and kissed my forehead. It was such a sweet gesture I really felt cherished.
"I'm disappointed in you, baby girl," Daddy said and I dropped my eyes to stare at the floor.
"I'm sorry Daddy," I said almost automatically.
"What exactly are you sorry for?" Daddy asked quietly.
"For forgetting to charge my cell phone so I couldn't call Daddy and for not getting your dinner made."
"Anything else?" Daddy asked and I knew that I must be leaving something out.
I knelt there and thought a moment and I had a vague memory of Daddy grumbling about my pantyhose when he undressed me, so I said, "For wearing pantyhose instead of thigh-highs."
"Anything else?" Daddy asked again and I thought and thought but couldn't come up with anything else.
"No Daddy."
