Dear Daddy (Yes, Daddy 11)

James says nothing more, but I hear the door close and the lock fasten just before his heavy footfalls tread back my way. My ears have definitely perked up. Who, exactly, is going to be happy? And due to what?

Daddy’s been spoiling me like crazy lately, and I can’t help but get my hopes up. The best part about it all is that I know when I get my hopes up around Daddy he never lets me down.

I turn my head slightly but try my best to keep my nose glued to the wall.

“Has it been five minutes, young lady?” he questions.

“Four minutes and thirty-seven seconds, Daddy.”

“Serve your punishment until the end. Don’t cheat.”

“Because cheaters never win and winners never cheat, right Daddy?”

“I can see you were paying attention last night when I read you your bedtime story.”

“Always. Your voice is so hypnotic.”

“That’s a big word for a little girl. Speaking of big, my voice is quite large. Were you eavesdropping, little one?”

“I…” I strain my neck to see Daddy’s raised eyebrows, warning me not to lie, and I can’t. “I…might have heard some things,” I confess, my nose still pinned to the wall, but barely.

“What did you hear?”

“I heard the man say ‘I’m sure you’re going to make someone very happy with it.’”

“Do you know what ‘it’ is?”

“No.”

James extends his arm so his wrist slides beyond his sleeve, looking at the simple, yet elegant, watch he already bought himself. It seemed like a frivolous purchase considering our limited financial situation at the moment, but he insisted discipline starts with being on time. And after so many years of being locked up, he was a bit OCD about time himself, his life always being so structured he admitted it might take a while to break from the habit.

“Time,” he says, and I pull my nose from the wall, exhaling in relief. “Hands against the wall and take a wide stance.”

“Daddy!” I protest.

“Do as you’re told, munchkin, or else your punishment is going to double.”

I suck in a gasp of air in excitement of what I hope is coming next. I’ve been such a good girl up until this point, but I know my forgetting an important rule has changed all of that. And now I can’t wait to find out exactly if his punishment is going to match my expectations.

“Drop your shorts, little girl. And those polka dot panties too,” he adds, clearly having remembered the undergarments he picked out for me this morning.

I do as I’m told, feeling my bare bottom exposed for him as my hands press firmly against the wall.

“Do you know what

happens to naughty girls who lie to their Daddy?”

I shake my head no, although I have a pretty darn good idea.

“It starts with timeout, but it can get much more…interesting,” he says, just before I feel his big hand come down on both my globes at once, sending my hips buckling forward. His smack stings, but does it ever sting oh so good. “Baby girl, you broke rules and you’re not getting away with it by just standing in the corner for five minutes.”

“I’ll be good, Daddy.”

“Damn right you will,” he agrees, just before I feel his meaty palm come off my cheeks and then find them again, this time in a different spot as he leaves his hand there, kneading my flesh with his calloused digits.

My pussy aches for more and I can’t help but spread my legs wider in anticipation, as an invitation. I push my bottom into his hand and before I know what’s happening I hear his zipper come down and the head of his cock is lined up with my opening.

“You going to be a good girl and do what Daddy says?”