Daddys Girl chapters 5 6
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My kids had just left for the weekend when my cell phone sprang to life. A picture flashed on my smartphone screen, a special ring tone shattered the silence, and the words “The Hubby” rolled across the picture. I pushed the correct area of the touch screen and answered his call the way I always do.
“Hey, baby!” His response scrambled my brain and kicked my heartbeat into overdrive.
“Get your bath. I’ll order dinner tonight. Chinese delivery. Be on the rug at 7:45.”
Before I could respond I heard a click in my ear as he ended the call.
My husband has a demanding job that requires he be available all the time. When his work phone rang there were no questions and he vanished into the night. We have three teenagers with, like, “totes diff” “things they dig”, yo. So our schedules are full most of the time. Going places as a family, even our treasured date nights required that we take two cars. It wasn’t always fun to have to do that, but doing so significantly improved his response time and time is everything in his job. He had just been promoted and that came with a new home 2000 miles away. It would be three weeks before his first day on the new job. That meant three weeks of uninterrupted time at home!
I responded to the news with pride and happiness for my husband. Our kids responded with a request to spend this weekend and the next with their friends. You know, since we were “ruining their lives.” We granted permission, admitted to being THE most horrible parents on earth, and then got back in their good graces with crisp twenties and the keys to the car. I sent them out the door with high hopes for the weekend ahead with my husband. His phone call alerted me that my greatest hope was coming true. Daddy was coming home!
Daddy had very specific rules for bath time. Daddy’s number one rule was the process must be complete and my body presented for his use by the time he specified. I started the process, exactly how Daddy taught me. I filled the bathtub with hot water and honeysuckle scented bubble bath. I set the timer for 30 minutes and sank into the tub for the prescribed soak. When the timer went off, I drained the tub and turned on the shower, using strawberry shampoo and conditioner on my long hair. Once that was completed and rinsed away, I used the honeysuckle body wash. My legs were to be shaved and once in a while, Daddy wanted my little pussy shaved bare. After my shower, I wasn’t permitted to dry my body until I stood on the rug at the end of our bed. Daddy would then either give me a towel to dry myself off or if Daddy was pleased he would towel me off. I lived for the days I had been a very good girl and he dried my body with his tongue. I tried to always be a very, very good girl.
I finished my shower and glanced at the clock hanging between the his-and-hers sinks in our master suite. 7:46. No! Daddy said 7:45 and he was never late! I hurried into our bedroom and straight to the rug at the end of our bed. He was sitting at the end of the bed, still in his uniform, and holding a towel. His flaming blue eyes stared at me with a look of disappointment and annoyance.
Daddy didn’t say a word as he stood up from his position at the end of the bed. He slowly moved behind me, slipping his arm around me. His left hand held the purple towel he had selected and his right was flat against my stomach. Very slowly, he moved his right hand up between my breasts and stopped at my throat. His hands are massive and he squeezed lightly and pulled my head backward. His voice was deep and commanded attention. He placed his lips at my ear and growled, “You’re late. Daddy doesn’t like to wait for his princess.”
"I’m sor-" was all I managed to squeeze out before he tightened his grip on my throat, pulling my head closer to his chest.
"I didn’t ask you to speak."
Daddy loosened his grip on my throat and grabbed the towel with his right hand, putting it around my chest, arms at my side. His strong left hand held the towel closed at the back. He used his body to push the top half of mine forward and on to the bed. The push forward exposed my ass and with his free hand, he smacked it hard. His hand met with my wet skin again and I whimpered at the sting. One more blow was delivered to my already stinging ass before Daddy spoke again.
“Get up and dry off. While I’m in the shower, braid your hair. No makeup. When you have finished, come into the bathroom and wait for instructions. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He let go of the towel and turned towards the bathroom. I lifted myself from the bed and dried my body quickly. After towel drying my hair, I brushed it and used a comb to part it down the middle, creating two ponytails. I scored each with a purple hairband and tightly braided my hair. I secured the ends with more purple hair bands and checked my reflection once more in the mirror. My hair was in perfect order and hung to my waist, the long braids covering my nipples. Turning towards the bathroom I caught a glimpse of the perfect handprint Daddy had left on my still stinging ass.
I had already broken a rule and nothing made me happier than making Daddy happy. I walked into the bathroom and stood facing the shower curtain. The steam and the smell of Irish Spring soap poured from the edges of the shower curtain and Daddy was humming Free Bird again. After a few short minutes, he shut off the water and pulled back the shower curtain. His wet hair hung in long perfectly spiraled curls, his full beard glistening with droplets of water. I watched a few drip on to his chest and roll down his stomach. I looked up to see Daddy’s blue eyes looking back at mine and my breath caught in my throat.
“Get the towel off the counter behind you.”
I quickly turned to do as I was told, grabbing the towel and turning back quickly to him.
“Come on Baby Girl. Dry Daddy off.”
I unfolded the towel, stood on my tiptoes, stretched my arms to their full length, and towel-dried his hair. His neck and chest were next. His chest always got me in trouble but not this time! I kept the towel between my hand and his skin and moved on to his arms. Just like Daddy had taught me, his legs and then back were next. I used the towel to dry his ass and took the liberty of squeezing it a few times. Taking the towel in my left hand, I reached around for his dick. He grabbed my wrist hard, preventing me from reaching, and pulled me gently to face him.
“With your mouth Princess.”
I dropped to my knees in front of him and ran my tongue along his balls, taking each one in my mouth and sucking softly. Daddy moaned softly and put his hands on my head. I licked slowly up his shaft to the head and drew little circles around the tip with my tongue. Slowly, I moved down, sucking the entire length of his cocktail into my throat. Daddy loves my throat and he growled, “Yes baby girl” as I pulled him out of my throat, leaving just the head between my lips.
I started a slow rhythm of sucking Daddy deep into my throat and then pulling out all but the head. Daddy was beginning to match my movements and pump his dick deep into my throat, moaning with each thrust. I sucked Daddy into my throat and his grip on my head tightened, holding my head where it was and shoving his cock deep into my throat. I started the swallowing motion that sucked his hard cocktail deeper into my throat.
“Do you want Daddy to cum for you baby? Look at me. Look at Daddy, Baby Girl.”
I sucked hard and looked up at Daddy. His dick swelled, jerked and I felt his hot cum slide down my throat.
He loosened his grip on my head and I pulled his cock from my throat, gasping for breath.
“Yes, baby. Daddy loves his Princess.”
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