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shikinah -> But Daddy..... (10/29/2013 11:54:16 AM)
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This has been a long day for us both. We haven’t seen much of each other in the past several days because I have been hard at work on my presentation for tonight, and you’ve been doing what you do and making yourself busy. Tonight having my daddy here watching me in the crowd makes me more nervous than the other unknowns. Looking like a fool in front of professors, politicians and other professionals is nothing compared to looking like a fool in your eyes. But, somehow I know that’s not possible.
I am dressed the way you suggested. You said to me, “Tonight you are not just my little girl. You are a powerful woman with a voice. Make daddy proud.” So you laid out for me a royal purple, subtly sexy shift style crepe dress with an elegant V neckline. It’s very feminine with a sculpted gathered waist, hugs my hips neatly with proper knee length for a 1950’s look. Matched perfectly with 4 inch heels that expose all the hard work from my spin class in my calves. Underneath I am wearing a black silky satin, garter slip. It hugged my body and gave me curves I never thought I could have. Since I don’t wear stocking much, I remove the garter clips. You know I can be a bit insecure about my body, but you always know how to make me feel so beautiful. You see me as a piece of art. You can dress me with your eyes and I will come out looking like a masterpiece. You always say, “Daddy knows his subject very well.” That is because you take the time to study me.
It’s been 30 minutes since the presentations has wrapped and my attention is in demand from audience members that have questions and comments. I can’t seem to find you anywhere in the crowd. I wonder if you have left, but I don’t think you would do that without first saying good-bye. I’ve been engrossed in conversation with one gentleman for longer than usual and then something in the air shifts. My shoulders and back stand erect and within seconds your hand is at the small of my back. I hear your voice over my right shoulder “Excuse me. I need this young lady right now.” I don’t turn around. I can just see the look on the face of the man in front of me. It’s one of disappointment. I smile, excuse myself and follow your guide. “That little prick wanted to fuck my little girl. I could see it all over his face!” I laugh amused at the thought and shrug it off. We find a corner in the room and you look at me with a slight devilish smile. Then I hear the words that always fuel my love for you. “Daddy is proud of you.” If anyone in the room were watching us, they would see a metamorphosis take place as I blush, my head looks down and my aura becomes small. I know you never say anything you don’t mean, and I could see you took pride in yourself; after all you helped create me and my success.
“I am heading home where daddy will be waiting to celebrate his little girl’s success. Be home in less than an hour.” A soft kiss on my lips, no need for a response and you walk away.
I am left standing in your dust feeling my pussy get moist and a hot flash comes over me. Giddy with excitement, I start to make my rounds of good-bye’s. When I finally make it in the car I realized it took me an hour to say my good-bye’s.
“Oh shit!” Is my first thought.
I wonder should I text you, call you or just pray to God you don’t notice.
I pull up and the house is in darkness. Maybe you have fallen asleep and I can quietly enter, undress and crawl into bed with you with no notice of the time.
I step into the foyer area, rest down my purse, keys and begin to remove my shoes when I hear your voice in the darkness, “You are late my pet!”
I start with a legitimate excuse, “Sorry daddy. I just couldn’t seem to get away.”
“You could not get away, huh?” You interrupt. “You poor girl, you have no control over how you use your time.”
I take a step forward and you say, “Don’t fucking move.”
I am in trouble. I still don’t know exactly where you are in the room but I feel your presence.
“Maybe you stayed and fucked that little prick you were talking to. Is that what you did?” you ask with certainty.
“No daddy! I would never do that.” I answer in a plea.
“I asked you to be here in an hour to celebrate with me and you chose take your time basking in all your glory tonight. You do know when I tell you to do something it’s not for entertainment purposes?”
“Yes daddy.” I answer.
“Then you understood fully what I asked of you, right? It was very simple, right?”
“Yes daddy.”
“So that says to me that you choose to be a disobedient little bitch and deliberately defy me.”
“No Daddy.”
“Oh yes, and I know it has been a while since I have had to punish my girl, but I think it’s time for a little reminder that I will not tolerate disobedience. To the room!”
I make my way towards the bedroom and you stop me. “Not that room bitch! Downstairs!”
My heart sunk, but my pussy quivers. I now knew that this was going to be punishment with a capital P and the pain would be long lasting.
I turn and look for you in the darkness, “But daddy…..”
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