I am home alone when the phone beeps. It is a text message from you. It says: DADDYS COMING HOME. It the end of the day and you have been working for a very long time. You must be messaging me from your car because that is where you do most of your work.
I message back. UR LITTLE GRL HAS MISSED YOU.. CANT WAIT 2 C U. I press send and eagerly await your reply.
R U WEARING UR NEW OUTFIT BABY? Comes your question soon enough, although it seems like forever and my anticipation is almost unbearable.
"YES DADDY," I message back. I walk into the bedroom where there is a full length mirror. What I see is the red plaid skirt that you bought for me and even hemmed. Its so short it barely covers me properly. I wear a red fuzzy sweater that is cropped above my belly-button. My belly is soft but pretty flat, I suck in to give myself a more pleasing shape and run my hands down my petite body. My waist length hair is put up in high pigtails, giving me a younger appearance, but my nearly D-cup overflowing breast betray the truth. Still with no make-up I'd say I look pretty innocent, yet somehow alluring.
R U DADDY'S GOOD GIRL, SUGAR? You text me back, and I feel my skin tingle.
I M GOOD DADDY. BUT SOMETIMES I M NAUGHT 2. DONT B MAD DADDY. I TRY 2 B GOOD.
IM NOT MAD BABY. I NO U TRY. DADDY WILL B HOME SOON. WILL TAKE CARE OF IT THEN.
Take care of it? I wonder what that means? Am I going to be punished or forgiven? I can only guess as my mind races. A few seconds later you come through the door. You look so tall and handsome. You're broad shoulders and muscular arms make me feel like you could protect me from anything. Your blond facial hair is cut into a goatee that makes you look devilish when you smile at me as you greet me. "Daddy's home!" you say, and I run to give you a hug. I throw my arms around your neck and you lift my feet a few inches from the ground.
"Did you bring me anything, daddy?" I ask looking up into your face with wide eyes. You chuckle. "Let me get my coat off little one, before you start asking all these questions." You hang up your coat and sit in your favorite spot on the couch. "Come on over and sit on daddy's lap, sugar."
Happily, I crawl up sideways on your lap, my legs curled beside you on the cushion. You run your hand softly over the top of my head and down my long auburn pigtails. I sit in silence, happily letting you pet me gently and lovingly. This is the moment I have been waiting for all day. To be next to you, smelling your soft masculine scent. To be in your strong capable hands. To feel at once so fragile and so protected. I feel tiny but you are big enough to care for us both.
You have been working hard all day to do just that and I let you known how much I appreciate all you do by showing my interest and concern. "How was your day daddy?" I ask in the sweetest voice I have.
"It was tiring baby, but it was worth it. I got in a couple hours of overtime today."
"That's great daddy!" I squeal excitedly, bouncing slightly on your lap. You smile, enjoying my exuberance. You run your hand over my hair again and chuckle.
"I brought you a present, little one," you say producing a sugar free lollipop.
"Sugar free, daddy?" I pout, pushing my lower lip out at you.
"Yes, baby. No sugar for you. You know it's bad for you."
"But daddy, regular is better. I want sugar."
"Yes, honey, I know you do. That's why you have daddy. To make sure you get what you need and not what you want. Now put that lip back and be a good little girl."
"You're right daddy," I say pulling my protruding lip back into place and putting on a bright smile instead. "I'll be a good girl and do whatever you say."
"That's my girl," you say stroking the back of my head. I look into your pretty blue eyes and I see calm. Daddy is always calm and in control of things. That is how I know that everything is going to be all right.
I also see contained amusement. You are enjoying our little game wondering how far you can take it. Is there a point where I will change my mind and just walk away? If I do will you let me go or will you grab my arm and pull me back to you, back to the warmth of your lap and the [insistence] of your [dominance].But I don't go, I stay and play. Because I am enjoying this game too. And I too am curious of where it will take us. There is an electricity in the air, every time you stroke my hair in that paternal way that seems like such a protective gesture, yet at the same time, proprietary. There is safety here, yet also a very clear sense of the forbidden.
Yet when I wiggle on your lap, I know that not all of your amusement is so easily contained or controlled. There is now no doubt in my mind that this is what you want. And I want it as badly as you do. "Does Daddy love his little girl?" I ask almost cloyingly.
"Of course, baby. Daddy loves you very much."
"Daddy hasn't given his little girl a kiss since he's been home."
"Oh, come here, baby."
I lean towards you, supported and guided by your hand still cupping my scalp. Our lips touch at last, softly at first but I press into you, eager for your warm tenderness. Your tongue flicks out, and I catch it with my own. We taste each other gently but with growing urgency. There is desire; hunger. The naughtiness of what we are doing fuels our need. I dart after your tongue in an illicit game of hide and seek. My dainty body angles into yours crowding my body tightly against yours. Ravenously I taste you, hungering for more of you, unable to get close enough to you to satisfy my wanton desire. Our bodies are joined, yet I continue pressing, squeezing myself against you.
Our breathing is rapid. You continue nuzzling me, but find time to ask in your sexiest voice. "What do you want daddy to do to you baby?" The words make me giddy. Your hands are everywhere on my body now. I can feel your body heat through my clothes.
"Oh daddy!" I call out saying the first thing that comes into my addled mind. "Spank you daddy. I've been naughty today. I need a good spanking daddy."
You take hold of my wrist, "Bend over my lap," you tell me. Combined with your action of pulling me across your legs, this statement is redundant, but we both now you said them to send delicious cold shivers down my spine and back up the back of my neck. You lift my skirt and administer a soft whack. I inhale softly, letting you know i enjoyed it but can take much more.
You continue paddling my round little bottom and I hear you whisper gruffly, "Tell daddy how naughty you are. What naughty things did my little girl do today?"
"Oh daddy. I was thinking about how strong and handsome and wonderful you are, and how nice you smell. And I couldn't help it- I started to touch myself."
You reach up underneath the front of my skirt and rub your hand against my white cotton panties. "Like this, baby?" you ask as you continue to spank my naughty bottom.
"No daddy, not like that..." I say shaking my head.
"Show daddy how you did it, baby."
I slide my underwear to the side and run my finger between my damp pussy lips. In no time I've increased the lubrication and I push my finger up into my slit. I stroke in and out of my slippery opening. I hear your breath coming just a little unevenly.
"That certainly is very naughty," you say. "I'll have to spank you a little harder and a little longer." Your slaps become harder but I squirm and giggle. "What's so funny?" you ask as you smack me harder still.
"You said longer and harder, daddy! That just makes my pussy even more wet. Spank me daddy, make your little girl cum." You slide my underpants down all the way now, and let them fall to the floor.
"YOU'RE- A- VERY- NAUGHTY- GIRL," you tell me with a spank for each work. I continue to giggle and wiggle my now-warm butt in the air. You push my hand away and slide your own finger in its place. "Like your juices off your finger," you tell me. I bring my hand up to my mouth and crook my finger. I start to lick and suck on the tip, and twist it coquettish-ly behind my teeth and inside my cheek. You pump your finger inside of me and spank me at a fiendish pace.
"Spank me daddy! Harder!" I cry. "Harder, I've been very naughty! Spank your naughty little girl! Teach me a lesson daddy! Teach me a lesson for being so naughty!" I can feel your cock growing harder now, pressing against my belly. Each time you slap my bare ass, I try to wiggle against you more. My breathing gets harder, my heart pounds. I can feel my ass burning yet I continue to beg for your punishment. Your breathing too, grows rapid as you paddle my ass. In my minds eye, I can see the bright red of where your hand has hit me standing out against the paleness of my naked skin.
"Is my ass red daddy? Tell me how red my ass is!"
"Daddy's girls ass is bright red, baby. Are you sure you want more?"
"Yes daddy! Spank me again. Do you like it daddy? Tell me how much you like it."