Emily knelt in the darkness of the playroom, her knees had gone numb a half hour before. A single candle flickering in the corner lightly illuminated her tiny frame as her weight shifted uneasily back and forth and she nervously fidgeted with the hem of her nightgown. She hated kneeling. But that was where he had instructed her to be, and she was a good girl.
Emily's thoughts wandered to the past few weeks. Her Daddy Dom had taken a two-week work trip. It was the longest he'd left her alone since they'd started their dynamic. It was easily the longest two weeks of her twenty-two years. The last few days in particular had been torture for her, she missed him so much. But, Daddy would be home any minute now. Home to his babygirl, with no plans to leave for a long time, she hoped.
"I'll be there at 6pm. Be in the play room, in my favorite color, on your knees, hands on the back of your head, and have all of your toys out. Plug in your ass. And don't forget your hair brush, Babygirl. You know we have some business to take care of first."
He had texted her that morning. Daddy was always demanding, but she suspected from his terse instructions that he had missed her too, and was looking forward to using her. Emily couldn't wait.
While he was gone Emily had been allowed quite a lot of freedom. As his submissive, the normal Rules required her to ask permission to touch herself, and also to orgasm, every single time. Out of all of the Rules, this one was the most challenging for her. Before she had met him, she would cum at least twice a day by herself on a normal day, and many more times if given the opportunity. But her Daddy Dom knew her needs and while he was away he had given her free range to play and cum three times daily. And boy had she taken advantage of his generosity.
But she'd also abused it. Several times. Orgasming that third time, and then pushing the limits by continuing to touch herself. Her little clit was so soft and would get so wet that it was almost a magnetic pull from her quick little fingers to her sweet little nub. And try as she might she just couldn't stop. She'd think about her Daddy, and about how he owned her little cunt, and how she was being directly disobedient, and it would only turn her on more to imagine the punishment that would follow.
Emily was a good girl. Except for this one area. Touching. And cumming. It was her weakness. It had been for as long as she could remember. When she and her Daddy were first talking and discussing her submission to him, and what he needed from her, she had been taken aback by his desire to have control over her orgasm. She loved to play. If left to her own devices she would touch for hours, until she was covered in sweat, her legs were damp, and she would usually fall asleep with exhaustion, legs parted slightly, fingers still damp with her juices. It was by far and away her favorite pastime.
But she had adjusted for the most part to this requirement. And she found over the weeks and months that she enjoyed asking for permission, and even begging, because she could tell it made her Daddy so turned on. And he usually said yes, so until now she had only had a few slip-ups.
But with the freedom of being home alone, and of being able to have up to three orgasms daily, Emily had gone overboard a few times. Probably more times than he had expected. But actually less times than she had thought would be the case. It could definitely have been worse. She had shown remarkable restraint. And each time she had confessed, almost immediately, and was truly repentant. He had admonished her, but left all consequences for his return.
The thought of his punishment for her had been hanging over her the last several days, the weight of dread increasing as his homecoming neared. Even the excitement of seeing him again was dulled by her apprehension and uncertainty of what was coming. She had slipped up how many times now? Six? Seven? She'd never dug herself into a hole that deep before with him. She'd never had the opportunity to before, they usually dealt with broken rules or indiscretions promptly and moved on.
The more she thought about it, the more unfair it felt. He left her alone. With full knowledge of her proclivity for epic, multi-orgasmic masturbation sessions. What else was she supposed to do? It was her nature. He had given her too much freedom with being allowed to play three times each day. Didn't he realize that would make her more prone to being unable to stop? It really was all his fault.
Her indignant thoughts were disrupted by the click of his key turning in the lock of the front door down the hall. Here in the silence of the playroom, the sound was all she could focus on. Her whole body tensed involuntarily, and she looked down at the carpet, willed her body to stop fidgeting, and tried to ignore the growing wetness between her legs. She heard the front door open, and what must have been his suitcase hitting the floor. Then footsteps and the sound of the sink, he must be washing his hands after coming home. The fridge opened, then the crack of a beer bottle tab, then the sound of his footsteps growing louder towards her.
"Babygirl." Her fear was momentarily gone. Her Daddy was here. His voice instantly lit a fire in between her legs. She swallowed and snuck a glance up at him. She couldn't see his face, but he was there beside her and his hand cupped her chin gently. "It looks like you followed my instructions princess, and you got your toys out for Daddy. Are you ready for me to use you, babygirl?"
Emily nodded silently. She wasn't normally so quiet, but perhaps the anticipation and the longing she had felt the last few weeks had made her shy. For her Daddy though, it was the wrong response though, and she felt the sting of a rough slap across her cheek. Emily cried out and held her hand to her warm cheek and looked up in shock at her Daddy. He had never slapped her face before. He glared down at her before he cupped her chin and demanded again, "Are you ready for Daddy to use you, slut?" He asked her tersely.
"Y-Yes Daddy I'm ready." Emily stammered quickly. She was desperate to know how rough he was feeling towards her. Daddy grabbed her by her ponytail and before she knew it she was on her feet, and his mouth was on hers, kissing her hungrily. She opened her mouth, eagerly taking his tongue and teasing it with her own. His hand which had grabbed her ponytail so roughly a moment before was now cupping her cheek gently and tenderly. It seemed the roughness would continue, punctuated by moments of tenderness.
"Mmm I missed your taste princess." He growled as he bit her lip and kissed her again. "Who do you belong to?"
"You Daddy." Emily could barely talk, let alone stand, she felt as if she was suspended by their kiss, and if he let her go she would fall.
"Me." He kissed her again and then swiftly slapped her ass, and she stiffened, quickly brought out of her reverie. He sat down on the bench nearby.
"Take this off, now." He snapped, gesturing to her nightgown. Demanding Daddy was back.
She shimmied off her nightgown and stood in front of him, eyes downcast. The candlelight flickered over her body, naked except for a lacy black thong. He nodded to her to continue, and she understood at once that she was to remove her thong too. It was already partially soaked from how turned on she was. With two hands she slipped it off, and in a moment of mischief, flicked it towards her Daddy. The panties caught him in the face and fell to his lap.
"You little fucking whore." Daddy hissed, and in an instant she was filled with regret for the flippant action. He lunged for her and she found herself splayed over his knee, a shriek escaping from her lips, which prompted a hard smack on her round backside. She swallowed, as Daddy roughly pulled apart her ass cheeks, to verify that the plug he had specified was where it belonged.
"Look at this slutty, little pussy," Daddy murmured, as he toyed with the plug in her ass. "All wet for me and I haven't even touched you yet. Did you miss me fucktoy?"
"Yes Daddy...." She told him. "I missed you everyday that you were gone. Please don't leave me alone that long again."
"Mmmm..." He liked hearing that. It was hard to be gone, but it almost made it worth it to hear the need in the voice of his Babygirl. "I missed you too, princess. And I can't wait to play with you. But first, we have some business to take care of. What kind of a Daddy would I be if I neglected to punish my slut when she's broken the Rules?"
"The best kind of Daddy?" Emily tried feebly. He laughed wryly, and smacked her ass with a loud clap.
"I almost forgot, and thank you for reminding me what a mouthy little slut you can be. Open up Babygirl!" He ordered. He had her lacy black thong and he shoved it into her mouth, ensuring that the gusset, soaked with her juices, was right on her tongue, so she could taste herself. He grabbed some velcro cuffs and slipped them onto her wrists. He didn't really need them, he could easily overpower her, and he only needed his voice to restrain her usually. But there as something intoxicating for him about seeing his little whore with her wrists bound for him.
"It's time for your punishment for touching yourself, for touching my property, without permission. And for cumming without permission." He told her.
Daddy had a heavy, wooden paddle brush which he preferred for spanking punishments, and occasional "funishments". He loved to spank her ass, but he was always careful not to push her too hard. The last thing he wanted was to scare her away, he knew she needed to be eased into the kinds of punishment he enjoyed most. Daddy took a moment to appreciate the voluptuous curve of her backside, running the smooth side of the brush along her backside. Then, with no warning, he slapped her left ass cheek, hard. She shrieked, though the sound was muffled by her panties, as he held her firmly in place and said, "One."
"Two, Three, Four" Three more quick blows in succession, each harder than the last. She was already in tears. She prayed he would switch to the other cheek, and luckily he did, "Five, Six, Seven!" He counted. She didn't hold back her shrieks but she tried her hardest to hold still on his lap. Whether it was from the spanking, her muffled cries, or how he could tell how good she wanted to be for him, he was growing harder. Emily could feel the outline of his cock between them both.
"Eight, Nine, Ten." Back to the left side. He probably wasn't hitting her any harder, but the cumulative effect of the impact made each spank hurt infinitely worse than the last. "Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen." He counted for the right.
