Paddling Daddy's Princess
Devoted wife Vicky entices her husband Brennan home from work with the promise of an erotic game of Daddy and Daughter. When Brennan spices things up with his paddle, will Vicky be able to handle her Daddy's loving discipline?
Contains 5000 words of taboo roleplay, phone sex, paddling, bdsm and oral sex. More
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I eased into a seated position facing Brennan and hugged my knees to my chest, making sure that my pussy was front and center for him to inspect. “But Daddy, I only wear this at home!
I’d never let some gross boy look under my skirt!” I pouted at him. “Never.”
“Daddy can see under your skirt right now, honey. I can see your panties and everything.”
Brennan fought to hold back a smile, but his eyes still crinkled.
“You can?” I gave a teasing smile and spread my thighs a bit. I lightly dragged a fingernail
along my slit, over the cotton of my panties.
“You can see up my skirt? Can you see my pussy, Daddy?”
“I sure can, Princess. Daddy can see your pussy right now. It’s very pretty; just like my little Princess.”
A shudder ran through me. “I d-don’t care what Mommy says, Daddy. I like it when you look at me. It makes little tingles run all through my body. I feel so good when you watch me, Daddy.”
Brennan ran a hand through his thick, dark hair and took a breath. “Where, baby? Show Daddy where it tingles.” He drew himself up a bit, setting his shoulders and looking down at me like some dark-eyed colossus, turning his words into an order. The sudden weight of that masculine power made me light in the head, and I laid back to catch my breath.
I closed my eyes and brushed my cheek with my left hand. “It starts here, Daddy,” I whispered. I kissed a finger. “Then it goes to my lips.” I teased my nipple, then I traced my fingers down my body, narrating as I went. “And it makes my boobies tingle, Daddy. Then down into my tummy and I get butterflies.” I snuck a peek at Brennan’s pants; his steel-hard erection had turned them into a tent. I grinned for a moment, then slid both hands down my sides to my bare thighs. The cool wood of the floor had made the skin on my thighs pucker, turning them suddenly ticklish. I groaned as I teased the sensitive spots on the inside of my legs.
“Then, Daddy...” I bit my lip for Brennan’s benefit and gave him a pleading look. “Then it goes to my...” I rubbed my slit gently and moaned. “My... My pussy. Daddy, you make my pussy feel so good. I don’t care if Mommy doesn’t like it!” I rubbed myself in earnest now, delighting in the shocks it sent along my body.