Oh his little princess would be a big girl soon.
His finger slipped easily yet tightly into her cunt and he felt her shiver against his body. Daddy lifted her nightgown over her head and could smell the soft innocent whiff of baby powder and unused pussy. Her eyes closed and her head lolled to the side, landing softly on his shoulder. Ah, perfect, daddy could see her from head to toe, Her cheeks were flushed and her toes were curling. Soft little mewling moans, barely audible escaped from her mouth.
Daddy worked his fingers in and out of his little girl,watching for the beginnings of an orgasm to cross her face. He found the most sensitive place inside her body and slide his fingers firmly across. The gasp from his limp princess was louder this time, and her eyes flew open and stared off into the space behind his head, as if she was completely unaware of him, all of her attention focused on some nameless area of her steamy wet cunt. She wouldn't have had words to describe it, but Daddy knew what was happening to her.
Her breathe quickened and became more shallow. He pressed more firmly into her, rubbing his leaking cock against her leg. She seemed not to notice this new gyration alongside her body. Daddy was aching and would not be able to hold out much longer, when she came ,wriggling ,almost dancing, all over his hand. Daddy was covered in her juices from fingertip to wrist.......but he still had yet to have his ultimate pleasure....
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Daddy's Girl Part 4
Poor pained little girl.....and daddy lifts her up to sit in his lap. He wipes the tears from her face. She's look so broken, redfaced, tearstained cheeks, trying to look into her daddy's eyes and predict what will come next. Daddy chuckles to himself quietly. Little does she know.....
He can feel the heat of her thoroughly abused ass through his pants, and his now dripping cock is wedged firmly against her thigh. He knows he'll get no resistance from her now. Even the threat of another spanking will be enough to quiet any protests he might encounter. His heart skips and he took a moment to relish the power and let it wash over him.
Mine.
On a hunch daddy reaches between his little girls thighs ,and is not too terribly surprised to find a dampness there. He slides his hand up higher, feeling the girl stiffen but offer no plea to stop. Excellent, she's ready, dripping for it. The sweet flesh of his little girl was calling for his attention, even if she didn't know it. Her little bud was hard, throbbing as insistently as his own cock. He would give her the relief she unknowingly craved. She would be all his.
He can feel the heat of her thoroughly abused ass through his pants, and his now dripping cock is wedged firmly against her thigh. He knows he'll get no resistance from her now. Even the threat of another spanking will be enough to quiet any protests he might encounter. His heart skips and he took a moment to relish the power and let it wash over him.
Mine.
On a hunch daddy reaches between his little girls thighs ,and is not too terribly surprised to find a dampness there. He slides his hand up higher, feeling the girl stiffen but offer no plea to stop. Excellent, she's ready, dripping for it. The sweet flesh of his little girl was calling for his attention, even if she didn't know it. Her little bud was hard, throbbing as insistently as his own cock. He would give her the relief she unknowingly craved. She would be all his.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Daddy's Girl Part 3
He answers her unspoken question by pointing to the crumpled panties on the floor and explains she must be punished for breaking daddy's rules. With his cock pressed against his stomach ,daddy sits on the edge of the bed. His little girl shrinks a bit away, but he pulls her across his lap adjusting her so his rock solid cock is pressed against the pliant flesh of her waist. So fresh and firm, he thinks, smooth young and so easily prodded to fulfill my wishes.
Daddy covers her ass with the palm of his hand, cupping it around the sleepy warmth of her thigh relishing the feel of her awakening body. He tells her what he does for her is for her own good, she must be obdeient, and if she's going to be a naughty willful little girl she'll be punished like the child she is. Daddy puncuates each of his words with a cracking spank. It doesn't take more than 3 rough slaps to turn her ass bright red.
Daddy continued to pepper her ass with stings until his darling girl was writhing in a desperate and unsuccessful attempt to to avoid the blows. He coos into her ear that her struggling would only make it worse. Daddy can see her warring with herself, trying to determine what it would take to make daddy happy, what could she do to make up for the pain her disobedience had caused her cherished daddy........
Daddy covers her ass with the palm of his hand, cupping it around the sleepy warmth of her thigh relishing the feel of her awakening body. He tells her what he does for her is for her own good, she must be obdeient, and if she's going to be a naughty willful little girl she'll be punished like the child she is. Daddy puncuates each of his words with a cracking spank. It doesn't take more than 3 rough slaps to turn her ass bright red.
Daddy continued to pepper her ass with stings until his darling girl was writhing in a desperate and unsuccessful attempt to to avoid the blows. He coos into her ear that her struggling would only make it worse. Daddy can see her warring with herself, trying to determine what it would take to make daddy happy, what could she do to make up for the pain her disobedience had caused her cherished daddy........
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Daddy's Girl Part 2
He runs his fingers along the slit laid bare before him.So sweet, she is, so vulnerable. No match for an adult male determined to have her in every way he can think of. She'll love it, he's not worried about that.
He slips his finger between her lips and she groggily starts to suckle it, not awake but not fully asleep. That's a good sign, he thinks. He starts to slide his finger in and out, watching her lips close around it. He won't be able to take this for long. He draws out his cock and at the sound of his zipper she wakes more fully. She's confused. She looks up at him, not recognizing him at first, then she looks down at his finger now stroking her her moist velvety tongue.
She's not truly shocked until she catches sight of what daddy has in his other hand. Her mouth drops open and she lifts her eyes up to me. Now she looks scared, the confusion giving way to a realization that what she's about to experience will be a turning point for her. What is daddy going to do?
He slips his finger between her lips and she groggily starts to suckle it, not awake but not fully asleep. That's a good sign, he thinks. He starts to slide his finger in and out, watching her lips close around it. He won't be able to take this for long. He draws out his cock and at the sound of his zipper she wakes more fully. She's confused. She looks up at him, not recognizing him at first, then she looks down at his finger now stroking her her moist velvety tongue.
She's not truly shocked until she catches sight of what daddy has in his other hand. Her mouth drops open and she lifts her eyes up to me. Now she looks scared, the confusion giving way to a realization that what she's about to experience will be a turning point for her. What is daddy going to do?
Saturday, January 5, 2008
Daddy's Girl Part 1
There she is, fast asleep. Her little rosebud mouth slightly opened, breathing rhythmically. Her sweet unlined face passive and unaware of her daddy's staring eyes. This is what he likes best; to creep up when she sleeping, unaware of his lust. She sleeps on her left side with her right leg pulled up almost to her chest hitching her nearly transparent white nightgown up to her hips. It gives him an undisturbed view of her slender peach shaped ass and open damp cunt.
He's told her wearing panties to bed is bad for her, and like the dutiful daughter she is, she's left them off. But wait, there they are on the floor. How many times have you told her not to leave her laundry laying around. She'll have to get a spanking for that. Just the thought of turning that little ass pink with hand prints makes his mouth water.
He walks over to the side of her bed and wipes away the hair from her face. She's so quiet and innocent like this. Disturbing that purity will be the greatest pleasure of his life. He's been priming her for weeks now, and doesn't know how he's held out for this long. Burying his cock into that soft wet flesh, making her cum for the first time, tearing away the veil of sexual ignorance and turning her into to his own personal cum whore will be easy with the proper training......
He's told her wearing panties to bed is bad for her, and like the dutiful daughter she is, she's left them off. But wait, there they are on the floor. How many times have you told her not to leave her laundry laying around. She'll have to get a spanking for that. Just the thought of turning that little ass pink with hand prints makes his mouth water.
He walks over to the side of her bed and wipes away the hair from her face. She's so quiet and innocent like this. Disturbing that purity will be the greatest pleasure of his life. He's been priming her for weeks now, and doesn't know how he's held out for this long. Burying his cock into that soft wet flesh, making her cum for the first time, tearing away the veil of sexual ignorance and turning her into to his own personal cum whore will be easy with the proper training......
Thursday, January 3, 2008
>: X
i came to the realization today that i'm a shite communicator. That's a bit of a revelation to me.
i once said to Daddy that i'm always finding myself at odds with the impression people have of me. i have had people i thought knew me fairly well, give me a view of myself back to me that was completely antithetical to who i am. It shocked me.
Daddy says this happens to everyone.
i'm not nearly as open as i think i am. i keep secrets even when the secrets aren't that bad. i keep my feelings secret, i opinions secret (that one will come as a surprise to my close friends...lol), i say "no" when i mean "yes", and i don't often reveal my true motivations.
As you can imagine this leads to alot of confusion and misinterpretation.
Daddy and i don't fight exactly. Daddy's the boss. What Daddy says goes. What W/we have are "incidents" of miscommunication.
i have a tendency to forget that text messages don't convey the nuances of body language and intonation. And recently it lead to an "incident" when i was feeling pouty and sulky. It's since been cleared up, but these "incidents" always leave me shaken and unsure of my position.
Add to this the holiday bullshit, the constant money worries, Daddy being sick for the last 3 weeks, and me losing my job on Wednesday, i'm feeling really bloody low. Low, low, low.
Half a step forward, 8 steps back...
i once said to Daddy that i'm always finding myself at odds with the impression people have of me. i have had people i thought knew me fairly well, give me a view of myself back to me that was completely antithetical to who i am. It shocked me.
Daddy says this happens to everyone.
i'm not nearly as open as i think i am. i keep secrets even when the secrets aren't that bad. i keep my feelings secret, i opinions secret (that one will come as a surprise to my close friends...lol), i say "no" when i mean "yes", and i don't often reveal my true motivations.
As you can imagine this leads to alot of confusion and misinterpretation.
Daddy and i don't fight exactly. Daddy's the boss. What Daddy says goes. What W/we have are "incidents" of miscommunication.
i have a tendency to forget that text messages don't convey the nuances of body language and intonation. And recently it lead to an "incident" when i was feeling pouty and sulky. It's since been cleared up, but these "incidents" always leave me shaken and unsure of my position.
Add to this the holiday bullshit, the constant money worries, Daddy being sick for the last 3 weeks, and me losing my job on Wednesday, i'm feeling really bloody low. Low, low, low.
Half a step forward, 8 steps back...
Daddy's House (Pvt Blog)
Daddy's House >little dance< Daddy's House
i have a little over an hour before my day really kicks into high-getting-ready-for-my-visit-gear. All the stores i have to go to for my errands will be open at 9:00, that's when it's gonna start being crazy. Right now, i'm drinking my coffee, smoking my cigarettes, watching the news, and crystallizing plans for my day. i figured i would blog in case i didn't have time later.
i adore going to Daddy's house. And not just for the obvious reasons. Of course i want to be around Daddy. And, of course, i crave having Him do all the nasty, filthy things He does to me. But i love the actual house itself. The sperm donor used to have a Victorian town house when he first moved out of our family home. Daddy's is a little bit different in the room set-ups, but, essentially, they're the same.
Daddy has rooms dedicated to specific activities. Not that this means any of O/our play takes place exclusively in the room designed for it. Daddy will do to me what He wants, when He wants to. Knowing there is a room where there is a spanking bench, and being beaten somewhere else in the house, makes the bench room all the more significant.
i like Daddy's desk. It's a very imposing piece of furniture; heavy and taking up so much of the alcove it's placed in. He's almost completely obscured by His monitor when He sits behind it. i can picture Him behind it now. Editing His videos; splicing together some girl's orgasm or lollipop blowjob. Often i'll bring Him His lunch at His desk, and i'll "check back", like a good little waitress, to see if He is pleased. It feels a little bit selfish to gain so much pleasure and to take so much pride in creating something good to eat. But it is for Daddy, and i am grateful when i can please Him.
i really enjoy Daddy's porch. i can smoke there and watch the craziness occurring beyond the walls that insulate Daddy and me from the rest of the world. It's the "safest" outside place for me and Daddy. When W/we step off of that porch, W/we enter a world where He and i will be strange. Where explanations might have to be made. On the porch W/we can coolly observe, and occasionally pass humorous judgment, without having to be "of" the that world.
The little girl room is unfinished, but every time i look into it, or am ordered into it, i fill it with all the imaginary furnishings and decorative touches i craved as a little girl. In my mind i have painted it, hung curtains, filled it with toys, and even played children's games. It exists so vividly in my imagination that when W/we play in it, i am a little girl. His little girl.
The upstairs bathroom holds a special place in my heart, as silly as it may sound. The first day i met Daddy it's where i put my makeup on. The site of our first shoot. A place W/we take baths together. i love the tiny cupboard in the wall. i love the big tub that W/we can both fit into. It really is a very pretty room.
i hate the medical room. It looms over my head when i'm in the living room. It scratches at the door when i'm in the bedroom. It whispers down the hall when i'm in the bathroom. Waiting for the next opportunity to be used for my humiliation. To be witness to probings and examinations. Cold metal stirrups to keep me spread. Thin loose hospital gowns that leave me exposed in the back, billowing out with every movement of my body. Sharp implements. A "toy" chest filled and easily at hand. i hate the medical room.
my favorite place is Daddy's bed. It is such a "Daddy's bed". It's big. Squishy without being too soft. Clean, crisp, white sheets and pillowcases. Smooth and creamy. Plump pillows. And i get 2 all to myself. Sturdy posts that can withstand my squirming and thrashing when i'm bound to them. A heavy headboard i can brace myself against when Daddy pounds His little girl. Long enough to be stretched across without any limbs hanging over the side. Wide enough to crawl across in a futile attempt to "evade" punishment or pleasure. i love Daddy's bed.
There are other rooms i'm in alot, the galley style kitchen and the downstairs bathroom. The living room, where W/we eat most of O/our meals, and i watch Daddy edit His photos. And Daddy's office, where i curl up at His feet, trying to be absorbed in a book, but really praying He'll remember i'm down there and spare a little attention for the kitten that worships Him.
i'm going to Daddy's house tonight, and i cannot contain my excitement and joy!
i have a little over an hour before my day really kicks into high-getting-ready-for-my-visit-gear. All the stores i have to go to for my errands will be open at 9:00, that's when it's gonna start being crazy. Right now, i'm drinking my coffee, smoking my cigarettes, watching the news, and crystallizing plans for my day. i figured i would blog in case i didn't have time later.
i adore going to Daddy's house. And not just for the obvious reasons. Of course i want to be around Daddy. And, of course, i crave having Him do all the nasty, filthy things He does to me. But i love the actual house itself. The sperm donor used to have a Victorian town house when he first moved out of our family home. Daddy's is a little bit different in the room set-ups, but, essentially, they're the same.
Daddy has rooms dedicated to specific activities. Not that this means any of O/our play takes place exclusively in the room designed for it. Daddy will do to me what He wants, when He wants to. Knowing there is a room where there is a spanking bench, and being beaten somewhere else in the house, makes the bench room all the more significant.
i like Daddy's desk. It's a very imposing piece of furniture; heavy and taking up so much of the alcove it's placed in. He's almost completely obscured by His monitor when He sits behind it. i can picture Him behind it now. Editing His videos; splicing together some girl's orgasm or lollipop blowjob. Often i'll bring Him His lunch at His desk, and i'll "check back", like a good little waitress, to see if He is pleased. It feels a little bit selfish to gain so much pleasure and to take so much pride in creating something good to eat. But it is for Daddy, and i am grateful when i can please Him.
i really enjoy Daddy's porch. i can smoke there and watch the craziness occurring beyond the walls that insulate Daddy and me from the rest of the world. It's the "safest" outside place for me and Daddy. When W/we step off of that porch, W/we enter a world where He and i will be strange. Where explanations might have to be made. On the porch W/we can coolly observe, and occasionally pass humorous judgment, without having to be "of" the that world.
The little girl room is unfinished, but every time i look into it, or am ordered into it, i fill it with all the imaginary furnishings and decorative touches i craved as a little girl. In my mind i have painted it, hung curtains, filled it with toys, and even played children's games. It exists so vividly in my imagination that when W/we play in it, i am a little girl. His little girl.
The upstairs bathroom holds a special place in my heart, as silly as it may sound. The first day i met Daddy it's where i put my makeup on. The site of our first shoot. A place W/we take baths together. i love the tiny cupboard in the wall. i love the big tub that W/we can both fit into. It really is a very pretty room.
i hate the medical room. It looms over my head when i'm in the living room. It scratches at the door when i'm in the bedroom. It whispers down the hall when i'm in the bathroom. Waiting for the next opportunity to be used for my humiliation. To be witness to probings and examinations. Cold metal stirrups to keep me spread. Thin loose hospital gowns that leave me exposed in the back, billowing out with every movement of my body. Sharp implements. A "toy" chest filled and easily at hand. i hate the medical room.
my favorite place is Daddy's bed. It is such a "Daddy's bed". It's big. Squishy without being too soft. Clean, crisp, white sheets and pillowcases. Smooth and creamy. Plump pillows. And i get 2 all to myself. Sturdy posts that can withstand my squirming and thrashing when i'm bound to them. A heavy headboard i can brace myself against when Daddy pounds His little girl. Long enough to be stretched across without any limbs hanging over the side. Wide enough to crawl across in a futile attempt to "evade" punishment or pleasure. i love Daddy's bed.
There are other rooms i'm in alot, the galley style kitchen and the downstairs bathroom. The living room, where W/we eat most of O/our meals, and i watch Daddy edit His photos. And Daddy's office, where i curl up at His feet, trying to be absorbed in a book, but really praying He'll remember i'm down there and spare a little attention for the kitten that worships Him.
i'm going to Daddy's house tonight, and i cannot contain my excitement and joy!
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