Play Night pt 2 of 6: Discovery (Sure Hope Mom Doesn't Find Out)
You were expecting some kind of costume or uniform, but the outfit he hands you fails to offer any additional clues as to what's going on. After he leaves the room, saying he has to check on something, you change into a soft, light gray tank top that's a little tight on you, no bra, panties that almost matched the top, slightly darker loose but fairly short flannel pajama shorts that seem to only half cover your backside, and thigh high socks (all extra soft and warm and smelling like fresh Bounce sheets due to the fact he apparently had time sneak them in the dryer for a few minutes without you even noticing). He comes back in wearing his usual (but you notice also freshly dryered) boxers and t-shirt and carrying a rolled up towel as you stand in the middle of the bedroom like he asked before he left.
He walks around you, noticeably checking out every inch of your body so intently that you almost feel your face turn red thinking that maybe you should have done a little more to spruce yourself up. Still looking you over, his large hands begin to glide over your body, along your shoulders, over your arms, up your thighs, as if he's exploring some new found territory for the first time, or going over a pre-flight checklist. You can't help but sneak a peak and notice the tent he's beginning to pitch in his plaid boxers. Your nipples begin to harden and rub against the soft fabric of your top, sending a little spark directly to your clit when his hand brushes slowly across them.
The entire ritual is beginning to make you feel more self conscious by the second, your mind starting to run through all the inadequacies you notice every day in the mirror when you get ready to go out, or attempt to hide when you try on a swim suite. You begin to feel that every blemish, scar, and part of you that you want to just go away seem to almost burn under his gaze like they turned bright orange. But the way he touches you, caresses you, seems to almost intentionally pass over them without even noticing as his light tracing causes goosebumps on your arms and his clear erection shows no signs of going anywhere. His circling ends as he moves behind you, gripping your shoulders and pressing up against you, making the warmth he radiates joining that of your thin clothing.
You feel him move his face to your neck and inhale your scent when he says, "Tonight rules are pretty easy to remember." He lightly kisses behind your ear. "You do what I say and only what I say, understand?"
The reveal almost makes you a little giddy as you nod, but his hand quickly darts up and grabs the hair on the back of your head, giving it slight, but not quite gentle, tug that catches you by surprise. "You can do better than that," he growls low in your ear.
You blurt out, "Yes, daddy" so quickly you don't even have time to think about what you're saying. This response seems to not be the one he was expecting as his head moves away a little in surprise, but you can tell by the twitch you feel pressed against your lower back that it doesn't seem to upset him.
After a moment of consideration he says, "I guess that'll work," almost like you convinced him of something. He releases your hair and wraps his arms around your middle, almost snuggling you as he continues. "You know what that means, right? It means you have to be truthful with me, not hesitate or debate me, and most importantly," his hand slides down and gives your crotch a squeeze, "no cumming without permission."
You wonder if he can feel the heat coming off your pussy when his hand moves over it. This isn't what you had in mind, but so far you're liking where it's going. His hand pushes up, causing the lips on your mouth and those between your legs to part slightly, opening the floodgates that had been slightly sealed by the skin being naturally stuck together. He seems to notice the wetness burst forth on his fingers and rubs you approvingly before bringing his fingers to his nose and smelling them with a satisfied grunt.
"Is that all clear?" he asks while tasting you on his fingers.
"Yes, daddy," you reply, starting to get in to the rhythm, becoming more flirty, like the naughty schoolgirl you pretended to be with him a few weeks ago.
"Alright," his voice almost like he's talking to a little kid. He grabs the large towel that he had brought in with him and lays it out on the floor. "Now get on all fours on this." You comply, trying to do your most seductive little kneel to your hands and knees that you can manage.
SMACK
You're knees barely reach the towel when his slap hits the uncovered part of your ass, hard. So hard, in fact, it sends a shock through your body with an aftertaste of stinging that lingered minutes beyond the initial impact. You yelp in surprise and pain as he says in a hard, flat, serious tone "I didn't tell you to do it like a little slut, did I?"
