PART ONE
Daddy and I have been going hot and heavy for about a month. While it has been great being his slutty little girl, the relationship has not been without its struggles. For instance, I have been on punishment for almost as long as the time we have been together. I should mention that the added plus to what we have is that we had about a six month friendship first. All things considered, I quite adore Daddy and while I may grumble from time to time when he tells me to do something, there's really nothing in the world that I wouldn't do for him.
One evening about a week ago, I was somewhat surprised when despite me being on punishment, Daddy announced that I was to do whatever I had to do to make sure that I had the weekend free for him and him alone. He had made plans for us to spend the entire weekend together, celebrating our "anniversary," in some quiet, out of the way city. My thought was that it was a place where no one knew either of us and wouldn't care one way or the other if we had three heads or wanted to fuck our way through town. Since I knew better than to deny Daddy, and I had exactly 2 days to prepare, I told him "yes, Sir" and began mentally making the necessary arrangements.
The morning of the day we were to leave, I opened my email to find a message from Daddy. The only time he emails me is when he wants to send me slutty pictures or when he has a list of some sort for me to fulfill for him. The latter proved to be the case of this email, and it included a list of items that I was to pack in addition to my ordinary clothing and toiletries. Since Daddy and I had never been away together before, nor had he given me any indication of what was to happen this weekend, I was rather relieved to see the list. He is quite particular sometimes and I didn't want to forget something that I never knew I was supposed to have.
Glancing at the list while sipping coffee, I noticed the ordinary supplies that he apparently thought I needed reminding of: my plug, lube, ben wah balls, long boots, leather gloves and dark red lipstick. It also included the things that Daddy knew I would never think of: my ball gag (mostly because I abhor it), the new strap-on I had just gotten (with the dildo of course), a long skirt, and 2 empty 35mm film canisters. I was also told not to pack any underwear as I would not need it. The last two things kind of threw me for a loop but knowing Daddy, he had a very good reason for them. Then again, if he didn't, mine is not to argue or question, but obey.
According to the clock, I had exactly 12 hours before Daddy was due to arrive. Heaven forbid I was not ready. My fear was that since I was already on punishment, not being ready would result in humiliation beyond my wildest imagination, especially since we were going someplace where no one knew us. This thought in mind, after printing out the list, I grabbed my overnight bag and began packing the needed items. "Good thing I still have my old 35 mm," I thought, "because it looks like those film canisters are going to come in handy."
When I was done packing, I noticed that I still had a few hours before Daddy was due. I decided the extra time would afford me the chance to take some time and pamper myself to prepare for his arrival. I grabbed my Vanilla Jasmine scented shower gel, lotion and body spray, a razor and my body puff and headed for the bathroom. Once there I made sure the water was the perfect temperature, turned on the shower and stepped inside. After making sure my body was totally wet, I washed my hair and shaved my pussy so that it would be smooth for Daddy.
After rinsing the shampoo from my hair and the shave gel from my pussy, I closed my eyes and let the water cascade down my breasts. My body began to heat from the tepid water and I used my body puff to apply the scented gel, taking the time to linger between my nether lips without breaking punishment. God how I wanted to cum!
I guess I had been in there quite awhile. Totally mesmerized with what I was doing, I never knew Daddy was there until he cleared his throat. Apparently he had to do it several times before I heard him though, because by the time I did hear him and open my eyes, he was standing there with his arms crossed, plug in hand, frowning at me. Knowing better than to ask questions, I quickly turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. As I attempted to grab my towel, Daddy said "No, pet. To the bed."
Obediently, I lowered my head and walked to the bed. Daddy followed and once there, he very gingerly pushed me forward so that I was leaning on the bed, my ass in the air. I immediately began to whimper because I knew what was coming next. Daddy spread my ass cheeks and using the wetness created by me when I played, pushed my plug deep into my ass. For effect, he twisted it back and forth, giving me the most intense sensation.
When Daddy was satisfied that my plug was firmly in place, he said "pet."
I wasted no time in turning to face him and waited patiently.
"What exactly was your punishment?"
"No orgasms, no playing, and no touching," I said in what could best be described as a meek whisper.
"So what you were doing was..."
"Being bad, Daddy."
"That's what I thought, pet. Since you cannot manage to obey me, the plug stays in the entire weekend. Only I am allowed to remove it, and it can only be done so when you go to sleep, if I decide to take it out on a whim, or if you need to go to the bathroom. If the latter happens, you will remove it, clean it and I will reinsert it. Is all this understood, pet?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Good girl. Now. Since you have put us behind schedule with your antics, I want you to hurry and dress. Remember that there will be no underwear this weekend. When you are done, meet me downstairs. You have exactly 5 minutes."
With that, he turned and walked out of the room. I hurriedly got dressed in a jean skirt, sweater and boots, ran a comb through my auburn tresses, and ran down stairs. By the look on Daddy's face when I reached the bottom of the stair case, I knew I had beaten the 5 minutes he had given me. As I was about to go out the door to his car, he laid a hand upon my arm to stop me.
"Face the door, pet."
I did as told but began to wonder what he had planned to do to me as he walked behind me. I soon felt his hands on the back of my neck, removing the choker that we had used to unofficially collar me. My heart fell to my stomach. I could only wonder why he was so mad as to remove my "collar." I sighed.
"Yes, pet?"
"Nothing, Daddy."
"Are you sure, pet?"
"Yes, Daddy," I sighed again.
"Good, girl."
Suddenly, I felt cold metal touch my neck. Along with that came the weight of a slightly larger charm than was on my choker.