Mary bustled around the house, cleaning and straightening things up in an attempt to make everything perfect for when he would come home. She wanted the house to look it's best when her daddy walked through the door. Mary loved taking care of her daddy. She loved the warm, fuzzy feeling she got when he scooped her up into his arms and told her how proud she made him when she was a good girl. However, as sweet as her daddy was when she was a good girl, he could be just as strict with her when she was naughty.
Mary shivered at the thought of the last time she had been naughty. Daddy had punished her soundly because she had stayed out way past her curfew and had not called to tell him where she was. She had been out with her friends and let them talk her into staying out too late. By the time she got home, she had missed her curfew by 2 hours and daddy was sitting up waiting for her with a concerned look on his face. The moment she walked through the door, the concerned look turned to anger and he snatched her by the arm and pulled her to the chair and over his knee, her bottom high in the air. Daddy pushed her skirt up roughly and jerked her panties down to show off her bare, round backside. He asked her how many spanks she deserved for being so inconsiderate. Mary replied with a whimper and shook her head. Daddy grunted as he popped her on the bottom twice, rapidly. Once for each hour she had been late. Mary whimpered and winced in pain at first, but daddy was quick to soothe her by stroking her cheeks where the bright red handprints were.
Mary's body slackened as she relaxed over his knees. She realized she had been holding her breath and exhaled slowly. Daddy's fingertips were lightly stroking her skin and a chill went down her spine each time his fingers played across the valley between her cheeks. Every time he touched her there, her thighs would part just a bit further and a funny feeling began between her legs. Daddy obviously noticed because his finger strokes became increasingly bolder. Instead of just stroking her cheeks, he let his fingers work their way down the crack of her bottom to her soft, puffy lips. Mary was getting very aroused and her lips looked almost pouty. They were bright pink and swollen with excitement.
Daddy's voice was low and hoarse when he asked her if she were going to be late again without calling to let him know. Mary's words were shaky and barely audible as she whispered her agreement. His fingers, moving down to explore a little further, gently spread her lips open. Mary whimpered quietly as he drug one fingertip down her slit, slick with her juices. Daddy moaned and his hips jerked upward. He gently moved Mary down from his lap to her knees in front of him and looked down at her with a look she'd never seen on anyone before. He looked hungry, almost. Mary licked her lips in anticipation and his smile grew. Her eyes followed his down to the obvious bump in the crotch of his pajama pants. Mary's eyes grew wider as he reached into the fly of his pants and removed his thick cock, letting it spring free and slap against his stomach.
"You want to be daddy's good girl, don't you Mary?" Daddy asked. Mary nodded quickly, her eyes never leaving his cock. Before she realized what was going on, her daddy had his hands in her blonde hair and was slowly pulling her towards his lap. Mary inched closer on her knees and bent down, planting a light kiss on the tip, her eyes flickering up to meet his as she instinctively opened her lips and took him into her mouth. Daddy groaned and bucked his hips, driving his cock further between her lips and choking her momentarily before he drew back out. His cock popped free from her mouth, bouncing a bit. Mary jerked her eyes up to meet her daddy's...eagerly awaiting his instruction.
