Daddy’s Little Girl

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Daddy’s Little GirlI’m sitting on my bed in our little apartment, anxiously waiting for you to get home from work. Barefoot, with nothing but panties and a T-shirt on, I miss you, my Daddy. You’re a business man, and you make a decent amount of money, definitely enough to provide for us. I’m browsing the web looking for cute lingerie to wear for you next week for your birthday.I’m getting very into the search, envisioning myself in the corsets and babydolls in front of you. I’m imagining your endearing eyes looking me up and down, inspecting every aspect of my being. I think I’ve finally found the one I want to order when I hear the lock of the door click, and the door peaks open. I quickly glance at the clock. I hadn’t expected you to arrive already, but it seems I’ve lost track of time. I hop off the bed and dash to the door.”Daddy!” I exclaim as you walk through the door. I throw my arms around your neck. I’ve missed you very much since you left this morning.”Hello, Princess,” you reply in your calm, comforting voice. As relieving as your voice sounds, I can hear a bit of disappointment in your tone. I look over your face. Your expression isn’t as warm and loving as usual. You seem cold, and distant.”Daddy,” türbanlı kırşehir escort I say, “What’s wrong?” I look longingly into your eyes, begging for an honest answer.”I’m not pleased with you.”I can feel my expression change, drastically. A look of fear must have washed over my face, as I’m terrible at hiding my emotions. I think over my actions. What could I have done wrong today? I count backwards through everything I’ve done, making sure I didn’t disobey you in any way. Then, it hits me. This morning. You had instructed me to be wearing my cute pink sun dress you had bought me when you got home. You’re home now, and I’m still not dressed.”My dress…” I mumble. You nod, disappointment still very clear. You had bought me that dress on the condition that I wear it whenever you ask me to. It’s not that I don’t love the dress. The eyelets in the dress are stunning, showing off my golden skin. The color accents my skin tone perfectly and has the exact same tint as my favorite hair bow. You know I love it, but that’s not the point.”Why aren’t you wearing it?” You ask, sternly.”I lost track of time and I forgot, Daddy, I’m so türbanlı kırşehir escort bayan sorry,” I say, pleading with voice, trying to avoid a harsh punishment.”You didn’t listen,” You say. It’s not a question; it’s a statement, and it’s not up for debate.”Yes, Daddy, I’m sorry.” I say. My chin is tilted down, my eyes glued to the floor. I hate disappointing my Daddy. My heart is sinking in my chest, and it feels as if I’m swallowing rocks. My heart is racing as I wait for you to state my punishment.Without saying a word, you nod over to the couch. You unbuckle your belt and my heart sinks more. Spankings. You sit on the couch and motion for me to come over. I slowly walk over, pulling my T-shirt down as far as I can to cover my pale bottom. I stand before you.”Over my knee, now.” Your voice is cold and demanding.I step next to you and lay across your lap. I can hear you arranging the belt, getting ready for the first blow. The metal buckle is clinging around, and it makes me even more nervous. Before you take the first swat, you run your hand across my bottom, lifting my shirt and leaving me exposed.”Next time,” you say, “you’ll listen türbanlı escort kırşehir to me. I should never come home to a disobedient girl ever again.” Your tone is harsh and unwavering. I get goosebumps, and I’m not sure if you notice. Either way, you proceed with the punishment.I can feel each sting, and I can feel my cheeks growing redder and redder with each hit. My eyes begin to water, and the tears cascade down my face. After 30 painful lashes with your leather belt, you rub my rose red bottom. You stroke my hair and put your belt to the side.”That’s it, Princess.” You can tell I’ve learned my lesson, and you don’t expect it to happen again. You tell me I can move, so I sit next to you on the couch, trying as hard as possible to avoid putting my full weight on my raw bottom.I bury my face in your chest and continue to cry. It was a tough punishment, one of the worst you’ve given me in the time we’ve been together.”I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m so sorry.”You grab my chin and lift my face until my eyes meet yours. You kiss my tears away and pull me close.”It’s okay, sweetheart, I love you,” You whisper in my ear.I sigh in relief. I had been dying to hear those words since you got home. After such a challenging punishment, it’s nice to hear that your feelings towards me remain the same, though I had no reason to doubt your love.”I love you, too, Daddy,” I say, and I snuggle closer with your chest. We lie together on the couch until my eyelids get heavy and my eyes begin to flutter. The last thing I remember is you kissing me on the forehead and whispering goodnight.

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