No one really understands me. Yet I have you, Daddy.
You understand me. Perhaps that's why I lie awake at night waiting for you to walk through the front door. Anxiously waiting for what I know will come by having you home, and with me. There goes the lock on the door, and your footsteps fill the foyer, and I throw my covers to the side and tiptoe out of my room to hide at the stairs.
I know if I'm caught here, I can get in trouble for not listening to your orders to be in bed by a set time. But I just want to see you.
I watch you remove you suit coat and hang it in the hall closet, before undoing the three buttons on your suit jacket to carefully lay it over the mantel. I crouch down lower and lower to the ground, holding onto the small spindle railing watching you. I don't know what your thinking, or if you are planning to come up and get me, and it's slightly frustrating to see you take all your time down stairs instead of hurrying upstairs to me. I bite my bottom lip as you go out of sight, the sound of rushing water filling our kettle tells me I'll have to wait longer because your going to make yourself a cup of tea. Come off it, do you really need that cup?
I move slightly down the small hallway, almost in front of your door trying to keep my eyes on you, and I find you again. Reading the evening newspaper, and removing your waist coat. Newspaper and tea? Daddy! I think pouting weighting my options.
If I go downstairs, I could be get a spank. If I stay here and be caught, I could get a spank and be sent to my room. But I just want to hold you. I've missed you all day, at school and then at home being alone and having to wait is like being on pins and needles. So against my better judgement... I go down stairs.
I haven't even hit the foyer when I hear your strong soothing voice. "Hello Princess." You don't sound upset or displeased, and when I turn to face you, I can see you are smiling. Did you want to see me to? I wonder and rush into your waiting arms.
"Hello Daddy." I whisper into your chest feeling goosebumps run along my skin as your fingertips dance down my back over my thin nightgown.
You smell of coffee, pine, and a subtle hint of your musky cologne I love so much, and this is all I want to do. Hold you. Be near you. However as your lips press to the top of my head, my wants change. I want to undress you and have you really in my hands. I press my body closer to yours, but you miss it as you go to make your tea and sit down at the table. I can't hide my displeasure.