Daddy has this very skilled way of talking to me during sex or playtime. His voice is always confident and strong. Never missing a word or stumbling with what to say next. He always knows what to say that will make me pant,squirm and beg for more. But, me on the other hand.. while i know i am very skillful in a lot of things in bed, this is not my strongest area, i become so aroused that i am moaning, squirming and trying to form a coherent sentence in my head. It doesn’t always work! Instead… Yes Daddy, Oh pleassse Daddy, Mm, fuck me Daddy, i’ll be a good girl Daddy.. a lot of moaning and so on comes out. This is something that i think Daddy wants me to work on, but that is actually not going to be the point of this post.
Recently, Daddy asked me if there has been any new fantasies i have
had lately, and to share them with Him. The first fantasy that rushed
into my head, was one that has been frequent to me, especially during
assigned playtime. (Times when Daddy tells me to play, with fingers/toy
or whatever for a certain amount of time, but not cum unless I have
permission.) Telling Daddy of this fantasy lead to Daddy talking dirty
like to me, involving different scenarios of it, and asking me if baby
girl would like this, or that and so on. Just hearing Daddy sternly talk
to me in any way gets my juices flowing, but adding this fantasy in, oh
wow. Talk about turning into a quivering wet baby girl!
So i got to thinking, where better to share this fantasy, but here? In my head, the fantasy goes something like this:
Daddy has let me have a play date. Or perhaps a sister. Daddy is off
at work, and us girls are left home to do our chores and behave ’till
Daddy returns home. Trying to be good girls for Daddy, we do some
chores. But, naturally our impish sides come out, and we keep teasing
each other. Laughing, tickling, pillow fights.. just doing what girls
do. Perhaps we’d sneak into the ice cream. And perhaps some ice cream
would drip down onto her neck and i would not be able to resist leaning
forward to lick it off. Or maybe boredom would kick in, and we’d sneak
into my paints. Before long, the paint would be more on us, than the
canvas or paper. Of course this would mean we’d start to paint and
decorate each other. Adding some glitter, some sparkle.. ooo pretty
colors. Painting her pretty breasts in a nice purple or pink. Hands
getting very curious and paint going everywhere! We’d lose track of
time, the ice cream would be setting on the counter melting. paint all
over us, and we’d hear the door. Daddy’s voice will call into us, and
we’d scurry around, busted and dirty, and…. very wet. Daddy finds us,
and we instantly see that Daddy look cross over his face, and we’d know
right off how much trouble we are in. He’d investigate to see just how
much trouble we’ve made while He was working, and we’d be sent to our
baths to get cleaned up before punishment. Daddy would not let us play
with the toy duck, or bubbles, but to get straight in and wash, and be
waiting for Him in the correct position for when He is ready to deal
with His two little imps.
Nervously we wash each other, sneaking a kiss here, and a grope
there. But quickly, for we know how much trouble we are in! Drying each
other off like good girls, and picking some nice clean undies, we hurry
into the bedroom and get into position. Waiting, and waiting the nerves
start to grow more. Once in awhile we exchange a glance and try to stay
very quiet as we know Daddy is out looking at the messes we’ve made.
When Daddy does arrive to punish us, our eyes get wide as Daddy slides
off His work belt. The noise of the quick slick motion causes us to
shiver. Daddy lectures us for disobeying His rules, and sternly asks us
who started the mess. Who left the ice cream out, and were we allowed to
sneak into the goodies?
The lecture continues, and we sniffle a little.
Biting my lip, i wonder who will be first in punishment. Not much time
is granted for me to wonder my thought though, for Daddy stands in front
of me. Looking up, i whisper.. “baby girl is so sorry Daddy… we.. we….”
Hush, is all Daddy says in response before motioning me to lean over
the bed. Not wanting to make Daddy more angry i rush onto the bed… my
eyes close tightly as Daddy slides down the clean panties me and sissy
had picked for each other after bath. Then, i feel Him place her next to
me. Both of our rears exposed and upright on the bed. my heart skips a
beat as i hear Daddy begin to lecture us on being good little girls, and
how disappointed Daddy is that we decided to break His rules.
Swallowing hard, there is not even time to try to whimper another
apology before i feel the sting of Daddy’s belt hit my backside. One,
after another… but terrible of me, i forget to count. Daddy stops and
reminds me that i am not receiving punishment as I was taught. i stumble
to get it right, and count as Daddy’s belt lands on my sensitive skin
each time. Stopping Daddy turns to her and does the same. Back and forth
Daddy’s belt punishes us as we squirm and our little asses become
After, Daddy informs us to stand in the corner… hands above our head,
and we are not to move ’till Daddy says so. Our cheeks red, upper and
lower, we sniffle in the corner. More time passes and Daddy comes back
in to give us kisses and hugs, and tells us we are still good girls,
just a bit feisty and impish. Daddy makes everything better, and says He
still loves us. Scooping us to each of His sides, He then tells us…
Now, show Daddy what you two started to do today, and this time, lets do
it properly, and Daddy might just let your little kitties cum…..
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