When Daddy got home from work, Patti was already in the shower. Daddy had called her earlier with the news they were going out for dinner. Daddy walked into the bathroom and joined her in the shower, much to her delight.
Daddy helped her wash her hair. She loved the feeling of daddy's fingertips massaging the shampoo, then conditioner through her long strands of hair. He would turn her around to face him as she leaned back and let the water rinse out the suds. He leaned down and kissed her.
She soaped up the washcloth and began washing daddy. She scrubbed diligently from head to toe. Hesitating at the middle, she squatted down in front of him, eyeing his cock. She looked up at him and grinned. However, the grin turned into a momentary pout when daddy shook his head no.
"Sweetheart" he explained, "we have other plans right now." He smiled at her display of frustration. He traded places with her to rinse off. She kept running her hands down his body, ostensibly to help him rinse off the soap. He knew better, but chose to ignore it. He turned off the water and they dried each other off. She kept trying to distract him, but he was not succumbing. Not this time.
"Come on," Daddy took her by the hand, leading her into the bedroom. "Let's see what you should wear tonight."
Opening up her closet, Daddy carefully looked over her clothing. He finally settled on a skirt and blouse, laying them out on the bed. "Wear one of your camisole's instead of a bra and bring me your hair brush."
Daddy sat on the bed, moving back to give her room to sit in front of him. Gently he began to brush through her hair. "Patti, I want to make sure you understand the rules for tonight, ok?"
"Yes Daddy?" She was startled to hear him call her by name. He used her name when he wanted to be sure that he had her full attention.
Daddy continued as he tried to gently untangle her hair. "We are meeting a special friend of Daddy's. She is a very nice woman and I want you to be as respectful of her as you are to me. You must use your best manners on tonight. Do you understand?"
She fidgeted a bit, "yea."
He tugged at her hair to show he was not going to tolerate the least bit of insolence tonight. Not even playfully. "The other thing is, you can't call me daddy tonight while we are out to dinner."
He listened for the dramatic sigh this would elicit. On cue, her shoulders raised slightly with a sharp intake of breath, then lowered as she released it. "Yes Rick" She replied, to show him she understood what was expected. It always felt odd inside her head to call him by his given name.
He stifled a grin. A little incorrigibility existed in her. Fortunately, only a little and he found it part of her charm and did not distract from her overall demeanor. She was a loving girl, and he knew she would do what was necessary to please him. It was not always a simple process.
Finally he had all the tangles out of her hair, "Stand up and let me have a look."
She got up and stood before him, naked, her longhair straight and tangle free. He looked thoughtful as he decided how she should wear her hair this evening. Finally, he decided, "wear a headband to match your clothes. I think that will look very pretty on you tonight."
That simple decision explained more about tonight's dinner, and its importance. It was rare for Daddy to allow her to show her hair off that way. Glancing down she saw that Daddy was partially aroused. She smiled and moved closer to him. Lightly she touched her fingertips to his chest, leaning on close to kiss him on the cheek.
Her hands dropped down, only to be caught in his hands, "No," he gently pushed her hands to her sides, "we need to finish getting ready. It would not be polite to keep a lady wait, would it? Besides, if our evening goes well, we will get to play much more if we wait until tonight. You do want to please me don't you honey?"
She looked at him wide eyes, "of COURSE I do, Daddy!"
He reached around and smacked her bottom, "then get your butt moving!"
She laughed and started to dress, watching out of the corner of her eyes as daddy got dressed as well. She enjoyed watching him. He was always so matter of fact, and not easily distractible like she was.
Suddenly he looked over, catching her watching her. She blushed and hurried to finish dressing. Daddy grimaced at her pokiness, and then told her he wanted her in stockings and heels as well. Daddy went into the bathroom to shave.
Finally, she was dressed and looked at herself in the mirror. Smiling at her reflection, she thought daddy would be pleased with her appearance. Softly she approached the open bathroom door. Peeking her head around the corner, she hoped she would get to watch daddy shaving. He usually shooed her away if he caught her. She was disappointed to see he was already wiping off his face. Daddy caught sight of her in the mirror and smiled at her before turning around. Reaching for his shirt hanging on the door, he looked her over. Nodding in approval he assured her, "You look lovely. I'll be very proud to have you with me."
As he buttoned his shirt, she took his tie off the hanger. She drew it around his upturned collar. Biting her lower lip in concentration she struggled to remember how to knot his tie. She brought the wider end around twice then pulled it up through the opening of the neck and hesitated before pulling it through the loop just created, completing a simple knot. Carefully she slid the knot snug against the collar.
"There daddy, all done!" She smiled at him.
It was not fancy but it looked neat enough. He looked in the mirror, making a slight adjustment. "Get my jacket and we'll be ready to go."
She retrieved his jacket as well as his keys. He slipped into the jacket, leaned over and kissed her forehead. "Good girl, thank you."
The ride to the restaurant was quiet. Each of them silently pondering the evening that loomed ahead. She stared out the window, wondering just what would happen tonight and if she could be as good a girl as daddy needed her to be.
He glanced over at her, unaccustomed to long silences from her, especially riding in the car. Often she seemed more talkative in the car. "Honey, are you ok?" he finally had to ask.
Turning her head towards him, he could see in the waning light that she had a smile for him. "Yep, Daddy I am ok!" She patted his leg for emphasis.