Kitten sees Daddy across the square, waiting outside the museum for her. She plots her attack, staying out of sight, sneaking around behind him before she pounces. At the last second she shouts, "Daddy!" He turns just in time to see Kitten jumping at him with arms wide and catches her.
"You got me!" He says, almost knocked to the floor and after a few moments of the sweetest cuddle releases her a little to see her face. "Hi Kitten, ready to go in?" Motioning towards the entrance.
"Yes Daddy. But I needs a drink," as they head inside.
In the queue at the cafe Daddy takes a good look at Kitten's outfit - denim dungaree dress, plain pink t-shirt (which Daddy knows is actually a onesie) and those pink, stripey, thigh high socks he got her last week. As Daddy drinks his coffee while looking at the museum map, Kitten is sipping her juice planning her own things for the day. "Let's start then Kitten. Lots to see," holding out his hand for her. "And you can bring your juice, that's why I got you one with a cap".
Moving from room to room Kitten is excited by all the beautiful paintings and rude sculptures (she saw 3 pairs of boobs and even a willy) but after a while decided to act out her plan and pretend to be bored. "Hmph!" She proclaims, Daddy turning to her.
"What's wrong Kitten?"
"Everything looks the same, not like the last museum we went to. THIS IS BORING!" She shouts out, Daddy grabbing her wrist and pulling her right up to his face.
"Now you listen here Kitten," in his growly Daddy voice. "You wanted to come here for the day so be a good little Kitten. Daddy doesn't want to have to smack your bottom right here in front of all these people. But he will," giving Kitten a moment to absorb that image before changing his tone up. "Now let's go see the dinosaurs."
*Well that certainly put me in my place, Kitten though. I'm gonna have to try harder.*
As Daddy is reading about one of the dinosaur bones he looks up to see Kitten escaping up the stairs to the next floor, immediately going after her. "Kitten," he whispers loudly. "Kitten!" Louder this time. But she just keeps on walking away, hopeful that this would get the response she is looking for. As Daddy catches up to her he drags her into a doorway, hidden from sight and pushes her against the wall. "Just what do you think you're doing, madam?" In that same growl, "You do not run away from Daddy." His grip on her wrist enough to show exactly what he means. Lifting Kitten's chin for a kiss he sees the grin and realises she's been planning this all along. Turning her around to face the wall he lifts her skirt and smacks her bottom. Just once. Once is enough and Kitten lets out a little whimper of pleasure - it worked!
*Yay!*
Sitting down for lunch side by side, Daddy holds her thigh while eating a sandwich. Fingers massaging the small amount of exposed flesh before inching up her leg a little, Kitten beginning to blush. "Isn't this what you wanted Kitten?" He whispers into her ear while moving further up her leg, fingers gently stroking the inside of her thigh. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. As Daddy unfastens the snaps on her onesie, exposing her most intimate parts to the world. "That's better, now Daddy can touch those princess parts whenever he wants. And you're not even wearing panties you little slut," he whispers while tracing a finger around her plump little mound. "You're getting wet Kitten. Is it because Daddy's touching you while all these people are around? If one of them looked in the right direction they'd see Daddy's fingers stroking your little pussy wouldn't they?"
"Mhmm," she moans into his shoulder with her eyes closed before feeling a buzzing against her thigh. Eyes wide now she looks down to see a small vibrator in Daddy's hand, the other pressing the screen of his phone which seemed to change the strength of the vibrations.
