Tying the second pink ribbon into a big bow on my pigtail, I have to smile at my reflection. Not one for parties, I couldn’t resist this Valatines party after you suggested our costumes. My sweetheart pink dress is cut very short, as is the white apron that criss-crosses in the back, barely covering the frothy lace of my crinoline. When I move, the dress sways to offer a tantalizing peek at the frilly lace on my panties. Although my stocking tops and suspender belt are clearly visible for all to see, the cute white socks complete my ’little girl’ appearance. I am wearing very little make up, just enough to give me a big-eyed innocent look. To make the costume complete, I have a large lollipop.
I like dressing up for you and I’m sure when you get home, you’ll like the results too. Just thinking of your reaction excites me and I can feel my nipples start to harden under the cotton dress. I lift up the front of the dress and slide my fingers over the lace covered panties, feeling the aching mound of my pussy underneath. Staring at my refection, I watch my hand rub over my stomach and then dip back down over the panties and between my legs. It is like watching someone else touch me, exotic, forbidden and I can feel the panties moisten with my arousal. I can’t resist slipping my hand under the waistband and down. My pussy tingles and even though I know no one but you will see it, it makes me feel deliciously naughty. A little further and my fingers can feel the warm moist lips and, parting them gently, I barely touch the hardening bud of my desire. It is like an electric shock and Igasp in delight.
A noise behind me startles me and, quickly pulling my hand from my panties, I turn to see you standing in the bedroom doorway. There is a crooked smile on your face, knowing you have caught me at a ’delicate’ moment. You walk toward me, trying to look stern. "What’s my little girl up to?."
I feel a thrill run straight from my neck down my spine to my pussy. Realising you have gotten into the spirit, I put my head down and pout, shuffling my feet. You reach out and lift my chin to look into my eyes. I can see the mischievous glint in yours as you ask, "Do you know what happens to bad little girls?"
I shake my head no, making my pigtails swing. Taking my hand, you lead me over to the straight-backed chair and sit down, pulling me to stand beside your legs. I know what you have in mind and only resist slightly as you lay me, face down across your lap. I’m getting wetter by the second, anticipating your next move. I can feel one of your hands on my back, holding me firmly in place, while the other moves slowly under the cotton and lace to rest lightly on my buttocks. Your voice is getting husky as you start to patiently explain my transgressions. "I have told you before that good little girls don’t play with their private parts. If you play with yourself, you’ll become a bad little girl and you don‘t want that, do you?"
I shake my head no but you smack my butt lightly to let me know you want me to answer. "No, Sir. I don’t want be a bad girl."
Your hand rubs over me, tenderly, but firm. "Good girl. You know what happens to bad little girls, don’t you?"
Not sure how you want me to answer, I pause. Again, your hand smacks me, harder this time. "Yes, Sir. They grow up to be naughty big girls." I say quickly.
Once again, your hand rubs over the lace on my panties. "That’s right. And naughty girls fall prey to naughty men who want to do naughty things with them."
My face feels hot and I can feel my heart rate quicken. "Like what, Sir?"