Kate's phone dinged from its place on her desk. She picked it up, unlocked the screen and pulled up her messages. There was one message from one of the women she worked with, telling her that the date Kate had set up for her had gone well and they made plans to see each other again. She smiled, happy it had worked out for her. She knew she'd hear all about it the next time she was in the office. Backing out of that conversation, she saw that her husband texted her.
Hey baby girl, just checking on you, are you having a good day?
I'm ok Daddy, just wrapping up things at work. I'll be home soon. Make sure Charlotte starts her history paper please.
Already on it baby. I want you kneeling for me after we get them into bed.
:) Yes Daddy.
Kate was always struck with a profound sense of gratefulness that after 12 years of marriage, two kids and adversity, they both wanted each other like they did at the start. It wasn't always easy, they got through the sleepless nights when the kids were babies, job changes, Daniel going back to school, Kate's undergrad work. Demanding hours, miscommunications, a few out right arguments, but they always worked it out. Their marriage was solid, and their DDlg dynamic enhanced all of it.
They had met in high school, Daniel was two years and two grades ahead of her. They became best friends over the course of her freshman year. He told her his dreams for his life, and she shared the difficulties of living with her religious fanatic mother. He knew all of it. The year after he had graduated was so hard for her. They still communicated via text and calls, but she missed seeing him every day. They had sort of started dating, she guessed, in her junior year. When he started driving he'd come and hang out with her at her dad's house when she spent the Summer and school breaks there. Her dad liked Daniel, even back then.
Daniel had always been assertive, and she had noticed his tone had become more commanding. The first time he called her a "good girl" she thought she'd melted and she was sure her panties had evaporated on the spot. Kate smiled as she reminisced on her drive home, knowing that she'd go to their bedroom when she got home, to remove her panties. It was one of their rules now. No panties at home. She knew her pussy was already wet.
Kate parked her car in the garage, and walked in the house, setting her bag down on the mudroom table and staring at her reflection in the mirror that hung above it. She had inherited her mother's build, lean, strong, high cheekbones, they shared the same dimensions, but that is where the similarities ended. Her mother had brown eyes, and Kate's were the color of grass after a good rain, her lips were full and her small nose perked up at the tip. Her hair was jet black just like her dad's and the mass of curls fell to the middle of her back. The disparity between her coloring and her mother's ash blonde locks was always cause for looks and questions from the people bold enough to pry.
She took a deep breath before walking into the kitchen, her husband was cooking dinner and it smelled divine. "Hey baby girl," he said, "Dinner will be done in about fifteen minutes." Kate stared at his tall 6' 4" frame, he was a fine specimen of a man and he never failed to melt her. After twelve years of marriage and two kids, she still wanted him. "Sounds good, babe." Kate replied as their children bounded in. Charlotte was ten years old and a more curious child had never existed, Luke was the spitting image of herself while Charlotte took after her father Daniel. Luke was 8 and was obsessed with insects and animals in general. Some days her house felt like a zoo, but her children were happy and well loved.
They sat down to dinner and enjoyed the meal that Daniel had lovingly prepared for them. The chicken and pasta were delicious and both kids commented on how good it was. They told them about their day at school. Luke had a field trip coming up to the Natural Science Museum. He was "so excited, it was going to be epic." he said. Charlotte was doing well as always and had just aced her math test. Kate felt an overwhelming sense of pride looking at her little family.
After dinner was over and they had finished the bedtime routine with the kids, they both came back downstairs to handle the dishes and tidy up. Kate was loading the dishwasher when she felt Daniel step up behind her, his fingers tracing the silhouette of her leg up and confirming that she had in fact been a good girl and followed his rules. She sucked in a breath when his large hand covered her, and he whispered in her ear "Mine". She nodded and Daniel shook his head, "Not how this works little one, give Daddy the words baby." Her pussy pulsed at the nickname, making her feel small and protected. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. "I'm yours Daddy." Daniel hummed out his approval, playfully swatting her bottom, before saying "Good girl."
They walked upstairs after they'd finished the usual evening chores, the tasks that were necessary to make the following morning functional. Daniel closed their bedroom door, and Kate sank to her knees, her thighs spread wide so he could see her pussy under her dress. She placed her hands on her thighs, palms up.