Another story came to me folks, Josie and Tanner has bogged down a little, the third installment is a little talky-talky-wordy-talky in the middle, then you try to weave an entertaining narrative with it, and connect all the dots. That's my problem, I think of all the dots first and then have to figure out how to connect them! In the meantime, here's another one-off story that if I get enough positive feedback on it I may consider extending into another series. Very heavy Daddy/Daughter play here. Easily my new favorite kink. I hope my Babygirl loves it as well. So please meet "Puddin'", and her very loving "Daddy" in......
Daddy was seated in his chair, reading the newspaper and sipping a bourbon. He had changed out of his work clothes as soon as he had gotten home from the office, abhorring to wear the clothing longer than he had to. He found the dress shirts and ties very constricting, and was usually already tearing them off when he got through the door. He had changed into his robe and a pair of sweatshorts, his soft slippers encasing his feet. He enjoyed the comfort of his big recliner chair, the Throne of the King, Master of his household. Never again would he allow some shrill shrew to try to control him as his ex-wife had.
After he had booted the deadweight out, he was left alone with his baby girl, Puddin'. Puddin' had needed his guiding hand very much, and a lot of work had had to be put in to remove the warped view of the household that had been reinforced in her, especially since soon she would be leaving for college. Exemplary grades had pretty much given her the choice of colleges to attend.
It had taken time, but what kind of daddy would he be if he was impatient? Puddin's training and education was of the utmost importance, and he had made it his (and her) top priority.
And, just as he had predicted, she had far exceeded any and all of his expectations. He couldn't imagine being any prouder of her.
Out of the corner of his eye, he notices movement at the doorway to the living room from the hall.
"Daddy?" Says a small voice.
Daddy turns and looks, and there stands Puddin'. For a moment he just looks at her, a slow smile spreading over his face. Her long brunette locks pulled back in twin braided pigtails that hang down to her shoulderblades, her freckles, her eyeglasses resting on her little button nose. The way her lower lip ever so slightly pokes out in a pout, her hands demurely clasped in front of her as she inclines her head downwards towards the floor, looking up at him through her long lashes.
Puddin' appears to be dressed for bed, not surprisingly, since it's almost her bedtime. She wears a tight pink T-Shirt with a cartoon cat on the front and PET MY KITTY written in big bubbly cartoon letters underneath it, the material snug against her B-cup breasts and tight flat tummy. She wears pink panties as well, and pink socks. Clasped around her neck is her bedtime collar. It is hot pink with "Daddy's Girl" written in silver lettering.
"Hello, Puddin'!" Daddy says. "I haven't seen you all afternoon! I heard your music playing in your room and figured you were working hard on your homework. Were you?"
Puddin' nods.
"Yes, Daddy. I-"
"Why don't you come over here and sit with me, Puddin'? It will be easier to have a conversation that way."
She nods again.
"Yes, Daddy. You're right."
Puddin' walks over to his chair and climbs up onto his lap. Her taut young butt presses down on the crotch of his sweatshorts as she turns sideways in his lap, throwing her arms around his neck and laying her head on his shoulder. He turns into her and smells her hair, his senses spinning from her proximity.
"Mmm your hair smells nice, Puddin'." He compliments her. "I see you're all cleaned up and ready for bed, and I didn't even have to tell you. What a good girl you are."
Puddin's cheeks flush a rosy pink, and the barest hint of a smile comes to her lips. It quickly disappears though.
"Daddy," She says, "There's something I have to tell you...."
Daddy's eyebrows arch upwards, and he sets his paper down.
"Oh?" He replies, "And what is that? Is something wrong?"
"Yes, Daddy." She says, then pauses as if the words are too hard to say.
"Go ahead, Puddin'." He prompts her. "Tell daddy what's the matter."
"Well," She says haltingly, "Remember how you let me go to the mall with Jenny and Lindsay a few days ago?"
He nods.
"Yes, I do. You wanted to take your allowance and buy some nice things. What's wrong with that?"
Puddin' lowers her eyes, her voice becoming tiny and faint.
"Well, I saw a few things I liked, but then Lindsay told me that she had come to the mall for a specific reason."
"And what reason was that?" He prompted.
"Well, you see.....Um.........well I...."
Daddy reaches down and uses his curved index finger to lift Puddin's chin until she is looking into his eyes.
"Puddin'" He says, "Tell daddy."
"She went there for a tattoo." Puddin' replies, the words rushing out.
"Oh, is that all?" Daddy replies, giving a short bark of laughter. "Puddin', it's okay. Just because I don't like tattoos doesn't mean you can't go with your friends when they get one."
"I know," She says, "But that's not it."
Daddy's face freezes almost into a stone mask. His jaw sets firm, and when he speaks, his voice is strong and commanding.
"Puddin'." He says, storm clouds building on his face. "Did you get a tattoo?"
Puddin's lower lip trembles and she buries her face in her father's neck and wails.
"I'm sorry daddy!" She sobs, "Lindsay said she would buy me one, and when I tried to tell her I couldn't she said to just get a small one, and that you wouldn't be mad!"
Daddy sits Puddin' up, so she has to look at him.
"I am very disappointed in you." He says, as she lowers her head. "Look at me!"
Her head snaps up, eyes brimming with unshed tears. Her lower lip is trembling nonstop in a truly delicious way.
"Small or not, you know tattoos are expressly forbidden!" He growls. "You deliberately disobeyed me!"
"No daddy!" Puddin' whimpers, "I got it for you!"
He falls silent, eyes widening.
"You got it for.....me?"
Puddin' nods, sniffling.
"Puddin'." He says slowly. "Where did you get your tattoo? On your arm?"
She shakes her head.
"Your tummy?"
Another shake.
"Your lower back? Please not your lower back."
Yet another shake.
"Where did you get it?"
Puddin' lowers her head, mumbling something he cannot hear.
"Speak up now, and tell me!"
"My tushie, daddy." She says in a low timid voice. "I got it on my tushie."
"On...your.....tushie?" He says, anger creeping into his voice. "You spoiled your perfect little tushie with a tattoo?"
"No daddy!" She quickly says, "It's not spoiled!"
"I'll be the judge of that." He replies. "Stand up!"
