A Lesson from Daddy

"Daddy... Daddy... Daddy..."

I wasn't thinking. It was another night of me struggling to get to sleep, with only a headache to show for it. I'd reached for my vibrator, mindlessly, sliding it between my thighs and underneath my panties. It was the only tried and true method I knew for knocking me the fuck out, an orgasm always sending me off to dreamland no matter what. I moaned as I pressed the vibrator's tip harder against my clit, my pussy getting wetter and wetter. I was shivering underneath our blanket, pleasure taking over me.

"Daddy... Fuck..." I groaned as I came, my hand tightening around the vibrator, images of Daddy's cock buried deep inside of me playing behind my eyes. When I was finished, I let out a grateful sigh before resting my head against the nearest pillow. My boyfriend was downstairs, chatting with friends from the other side of the world, drafting up a new game campaign. I didn't want to bother him when he was in the zone. Besides, what was I supposed to do? Go downstairs, interrupt his conversation, and beg him to come upstairs and fuck me back to sleep?

I laughed at the thought of dramatically closing his laptop and demanding his dick.

Now.

Just as I finally closed my eyes for the night, a chill went down my spine.

Shit. Fuck. Fuck!

I scrambled as I reached for my phone, soon pulling up my task list app. Daddy and I had agreed to a list of rules and expectations, including rewards, punishments, and daily updates. Everything was listed right on the app, a convenient way for him to monitor all my progress or backsliding. There were the usual submissive tasks like self-care requirements, drinking enough water, self-affirmation in a mirror, attempting to be a person on a daily basis.

And there was also a section where he liked to make a note of my future punishments.

The section was currently empty. I liked being a good girl for Daddy, even if it meant I had to wrangle with the brat inside. I hadn't done anything in a few months to earn a spanking or overstimulation session, the kind of thing that would often leave me whimpering and begging for mercy.

At least, I hadn't until tonight.

While Daddy didn't have a lot of rules, there was one at the top of his list.

No coming without Daddy's permission.

But it wasn't my fault, was it? It wasn't like I'd done it on purpose. I just needed to get to sleep and Daddy was busy downstairs. I was too tired to think straight. If I just explained it to him, he would forgive me--

Wait.

Should I explain it to him? It wasn't like we had cameras in our bedroom. If I never told him about it, he'd never know...

And my punishment section would remain empty, as it should've been. As it deserved to be.

I let out a sigh of relief as I put my phone to sleep.

Daddy never had to know.

With that, I finally drifted off to sleep myself, my mind clear and my body good and satiated.

**

"Good morning!"

I handed Daddy a homemade breakfast burrito, with avocado and grilled chicken breast, almost as soon as he stepped into the kitchen. "Or should I say afternoon? We both slept in a little late but it's the weekend so who cares--"

"You cooked breakfast for me, princess?" His eyes went wide.

"Don't act so surprised!"

"It's just that usually you just sort of pout and tell me you want pancakes," he said with a smirk. "I wasn't sure you knew how to turn on the stove over the weekend. Like some kind of cooking amnesia."

"Rude! I cook for you all the time."

"All the time is a little bit of a stretch--"

"Do you want the burrito or not?" I playfully threatened to take the plate out of his grip.

"Thank you, princess. It's perfect." He kissed me on the cheek, before nodding towards the door. "Come on. Let's go eat this on the back porch."

Half an hour or so later, I was smiling to myself, enjoying the fresh air and the warmth on my skin. We'd polished off the burritos pretty quick, using the rest of the time to catch up about what we did last night, what his friends were up to, how their game campaign was shaping up.

"What about you, princess?"

"What about me?"

"Anything interesting happen last night?"

I froze.

Was that question a trap? Did Daddy already know?

But how?

No. There was no way he could've known. I was just being paranoid.

"Nope. Nothing interesting on my end." I shrugged, hoping the gesture was convincing.

"You didn't have trouble getting to sleep or anything?"

"I mean, a little." I shrugged again for emphasis. "But nothing too bad."

"So, you were having trouble sleeping but you were still able to get to sleep pretty quickly?"

"... Yes." Suddenly, my heart raced inside my chest.

What the hell? Why did he say it like that?

Was I being interrogated?

"We don't have to keep talking about my weird insomnia." I laughed as I spoke. "There's way more interesting stuff to talk about--"

"You were so wet last night you soaked the bed." His eyes locked on mine, his voice shifting deeper. "And you were so out of it that you didn't even bother putting your vibrator back in the nightstand."

"I--I don't--"

"At first, I thought about teaching you a lesson right then and there. Waking you up, making you take my cock, ruining your sleep by keeping you awake," he went on. "But I decided against it. I know it's hard for you to get to sleep. This wasn't really about you getting to sleep, anyway."

"Thank you for not punishing me, Daddy!" The words flew out of me as I quickly collected our breakfast plates. Something inside of me was telling me to get the hell out of there, like there was a tidal wave coming I just couldn't see. "You're the best Daddy ever. I love you so much. I'm going to go put these in the sink--"

"Come over here. Put the plates back down."

There were sirens going off in my head, even as my thighs clenched together, even as my clit started to throb. I couldn't stop my body's reaction to him, forcing myself to bite back a whimper. "Yes, Daddy."

I did as I was told, setting the plates back down on the table in front of us.

"Come over here," he repeated his earlier command. This time, he patted his thigh as he spoke.

"Do you want me to stand in front of you? Or--" I tried to play dumb, already knowing exactly what he wanted me to do.

"Over my knee, princess."

"But Daddy, we're outside," I whined. "If you put me over your knee, people will be able to see--"

"Get. Over. Here. Now." His words came out like a final warning. "Or I'm going to make things so much worse for you, little one."

I whimpered as I got into position across his lap, bending at the waist, relaxing against his frame. A few seconds later and I felt him lifting up the back of my dress, casually exposing my panties and giving him easier access. I didn't even have a chance to take a full breath before I felt his palm flying down to meet my ass.

"Ow! Fuck! Shit! Daddy!"

"Aww. Did that hurt, princess?"

I opened my mouth to speak but before I could get anything out, I felt his hand on my ass again, a loud smack sounding off between us. He repeated the motion a few more times, my skin stinging, tears behind my eyes. Each hit felt harder than the last, a progression of pain building along the way. Suddenly, he came to a stop.

"Take your panties off. Lie back down."

I shook my head. "Daddy, I'm sorry! It won't happen again. Don't make me--Fuck!"

Daddy quickly grabbed at my waist, forcing me to stand. Within seconds, he'd pulled my panties down to the ground, before pulling me back into place against him. Something clenched tight in my abdomen, adoring the feeling of perfect helplessness, feeling so small when up against him. Just then, I felt him spread my thighs apart even further, right before his hand came down against me again--

Wait.

He wasn't spanking me this time. I gasped when I felt Daddy's fingers sliding deep inside of me, my wet pussy making it way too easy. I groaned as I felt myself getting tight around his fingers, his thumb shifting up to play with my clit.

"That was supposed to be a punishment, princess." Daddy sighed. "How am I supposed to punish you when you like it so much?"

"I... I don't like it... Daddy..."

"Really? You don't like being spanked out in the open like that?" He chuckled. "Your pussy always tells the truth, princess, even when you don't."

"I'm... not... lying--Daddy! Don't!" I whimpered as he picked up the pace, fingering me harder and faster than before.

"Something wrong, princess?"

"I don't want to come out here. Not like this," I said, my desperate pussy soaking his fingers. "Please, take me inside, Daddy--"

"This is part of the problem, little one," he casually cut me off. "You seem to think that you get to decide when and where and how you come."

"No, I don't--"

"Yes, you do. Or else, you wouldn't have come without permission and tried to hide it from me."

"I wasn't thinking!"

"Well, maybe now, you'll think twice."

"Daddy!" I pleaded, even as my thighs shook, even as I felt myself coming against his hand. I tried to roll forward but Daddy kept me in place, still fingering me as I came apart for him, my pussy throbbing for something bigger than his fingers. When I was finished, Daddy gently moved me off his lap, letting my knees softly hit the ground below us. I looked up to see Daddy pulling down his jeans, soon letting his cock pop out of his boxers.

"Take off your dress."

"But I just--" My knees felt wobbly, half from the orgasm, half from the spanking. "You want me back in your lap?"

"I didn't say that." He smirked. "You can stay where you are. On your hands and knees."

I struggled with the simple task of sliding my dress off, my brain feeling all floaty and light. Once my dress was on the porch, I did exactly what Daddy wanted and got on my hands and knees. A few moments later and he was behind me, his hands gripped tight on my waist.

And then, he was inside of me, each inch of him suddenly slammed inside my pussy. Even though he'd been fingering me earlier, it hadn't helped much. Daddy's cock was always a tight fit inside of my pussy, his cock having to stretch me out each time. The combination of the sudden pain and sudden pleasure made me groan out his name, as his hips bucked against me.

"Daddy! Daddy!"

"You're doing so good at taking my cock, princess," he said, still moving against me. "But I'm confused. Aren't you worried about people seeing you like this? You don't want to come for Daddy like this, right?"

"I... I..."

"Use your words, princess."

"Whatever Daddy wants."

"What do you mean by that, princess?"

"I come however Daddy wants me to come," I replied, just as Daddy's cock slammed back into me. "Whatever Daddy wants!"

"Why?"

"What?"

"Why is it whatever Daddy wants, princess?"

"I can't... I can't think..." My thighs were on the verge of shaking all over again, his cock perfectly filling me up, pressing against that special spot inside of me. "Fuck!"

I screamed as I felt him slap me against the ass. Hard.

"Try again, princess."

"Daddy, please... I can't think... not when you're... inside me..." I whined, right before he spanked me again, my pussy tightening around his cock.

"Does Daddy's little girl need a little help?"

"Yes, Daddy... please... help me..."

"It's whatever Daddy wants because Daddy owns your pussy, princess," he replied. "Simple as that. You're mine. Every bit of you is mine. Which means you no longer get to decide what to do with yourself, little one. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy..."

"Good girl," he groaned, his hips moving faster against me. "Such a good fucking girl."

His fingertips pressed tighter against my waist, his cock pounding into me at full force. I tried and failed to hold back a scream of pure pleasure as I came all over his cock, shamelessly shouting for my Daddy at the top of my lungs. Soon, he came inside me, too, his hips going still as he filled me up with his cum.

We collapsed against the porch, then, Daddy shifting up until he was lying right beside me. "You still with me, princess?"

"Barely," I admitted. "You know what orgasms do to me..."

"Let me say this before you pass out then," he joked. "You know you can always come to me, right? If you need something from me."

"You want me to interrupt your gaming sessions? Just to make me come?" I frowned. "That feels like a bit much."

"It's no trouble at all." He grinned. "I want to take care of you, princess. That's sort of the point of our whole dynamic. We take care of each other. Understand?"

"How about this? Next time, I'll either wait until you're done with what you're doing or I'll ask you to make me come before you get too busy."

"Princess!" He laughed, my favorite sound. "Just let me take care of you!"

"Never!"

"We'll get there. Eventually." He smiled before he kissed me. And I snuggled up against him in return, enjoying the sun basking down on us, my eyes soon closing for an impromptu afternoon nap.