Daddy & Pookie's Yes Day Pt. 01

Daddy and Pookie's Yes Day

A story between two consenting adults, both over 18 years old. Daddy and Mumma are used as honorifics to signal submission.

Pookie had been indulging in some Disney+, with Daddy's permission, of course. She had fallen down a themed rabbit hole. Freaky Friday, both versions. Vice Versa. Big! She broke the spell by watching Yes Day.

Now she had an idea.

She sat at Daddy's feet and told him she had been so good all week, brushing her own teeth without being told and using such nice manners, that he had to say yes.

He tried to say, I regret this already, as she kicked her legs and squealed and threw her arms around his neck, but her tongue was in his mouth and he found it hard to speak.

All they had to do now was find a date. Pick a free Saturday without commitments, and the countdown was on.

There was one in September. Pookie marked it in her work Outlook calendar. Her ex-husband was taking the kids overnight and she would be free as a bird.

She shuddered. It was like someone had walked across her grave, as she remembered how her ex had told her that her desires were depraved, and that she was mentally ill, when she'd asked him to spank her.

Deciding to think happy thoughts instead, she began to daydream about her day with Daddy. The very first day that they had met, Daddy had told her it would be his honour to go on this journey of exploration with her. She squeezed her thighs together under her desk and her pussy tingled eagerly as she thought of all they'd done, and all they'd do in future.

Pookie'd thought she'd never get to sleep the night before the Yes Day, but Daddy had stroked her hair while her head lay on his chest, and in the end she'd slept quite soundly.

The next morning Daddy jumped up to open the curtains, as he always did, to let in the light.

Pookie tested out her new authority. No, no. Those stay closed until I say.

Such a good boy, she told him as he drew them shut again.

She coughed, as if clearing her throat. Is my breakfast ready yet, darling? Don't keep Mumma waiting.

Daddy cast her a murderous look. When he'd left to make her porridge and coffee, she giggled quietly to herself. She imagined how hot and rosy her bum would be for this rudeness if she'd tried it on any other day.

You are my very best boy in the world and Mumma loves you so, so much, she told him as she finished her porridge and coffee. Aren't you so clever, making Mumma such good coffee.

She covered his face in kisses again, but this time bit him softly on the lip.

She thought about sitting on his cock, but she had an idea first.

Darling, come to the bathroom with Mumma. She needs your help for a minute.

In the bathroom she offered him the illusion of choice.

Your hand in the toilet, she said. Or your leg in the shower.

Daddy screwed up his face and chose his hand in the toilet.

Pookie had to go pretty badly now. She lowered her pyjama shorts and sat her bare bottom on the toilet seat. Daddy knelt in front of her and placed his hand in the stream of her urine.

She was a little too excited to let go. In typical Daddy style, he encouraged her to try. Even though it wasn't his thing, he opened the tap and let the water run while making psssing noises.

Pookie was delighted when she finally drenched his hand.

Thank you, Daddy, she whispered gratefully, forgetting herself.

You're welcome, Pumpkin, he replied, equally forgetful.

Back to the business at hand, she thought as she dabbed her pussy dry with toilet paper, Daddy still kneeling before her with his stinky hand.

Oh my, you've made a mess, she exclaimed theatrically. What a dirty boy you are. Your hand is filthy! Hop in that shower right now, young sir, and scrub yourself off. I'll be doing an inspection of your delicate bits once you're finished.

Daddy smiled at her indulgently.

Straight away, young man. I mean it. You'll have a very sore bottom if you're not as clean as a whistle when you come out of that shower.

As the water ran, she relocated to the armchair in Daddy's bedroom. Pookie blushed. She had a love-hate relationship with that chair. She couldn't count the number of spankings she had taken stretched across the arm of it, or bent across Daddy's lap as he sat on it.

Today is my day, she thought, as she heard the water shut off.

Daddy had a towel in his hand when he came in, water droplets glistening on the tattoos on his arms and back.

I'm going to dry you, and then I'll start my inspection. Yes, keep your legs spread apart for it, my darling. You know how I like it.

She dried his thick thighs, his firm bum, his sleek belly, and then inspected his springy cock.

I'll need to do a taste test, she said, sitting back down on the edge of the armchair.

Leaning forward, she took it into her mouth and sucked hard, her head moving back and forth. Then she ran her tongue across its surface while moving it with her hand.

Don't you dare enjoy this, dirty boy, she said. This is a serious inspection.

What's this?

Some pre-cum had leaked out as she pumped it with her hand. She rubbed it between two fingers and sniffed.

Naughty, filthy boy. Inspection failed. Hop up on the bed. That's right, on all fours. It's time for your spanking.

Eyes closed, she told him.

She giggled into her hand, trying to compose herself before she spoke again.

Oh, Richard, she began, I'm disappointed with your behaviour today. Your naughty cock was hard and full of cum without permission. Mumma is so disappointed in you.

She placed her tongue against his anus and licked, her other hand working his cock. She had never licked her Daddy there before, but today she was feeling adventurous. She closed her eyes and pretended it was a nice tasty pussy, all the while keeping a firm grasp on his cock.

Her own pussy was dripping.

Who owns you? she asked him.

When he hesitated to answer, she spanked both of his ass cheeks hard with her palms.

That's right. Mumma owns you. You're her little fuck toy to do with as she likes.

Another round of spanking accompanied the statement.

His ass was getting quite red now. She couldn't believe how brave she was.

What's your special word? she asked him. She spanked him hard on his bottom and the tops of his thighs when he didn't reply.

Pineapple, he said.

Pookie couldn't wait any longer. She tugged off her pyjama bottoms. On your back, she said. I'm going to use you.

She shoved his chest down on the bed and spat in his face. Fuck toy, she said.

He was still smiling at her, so she slapped his face lightly.

Don't you dare fucking cum, she told him fiercely as she moved up and down on his cock.

It felt so good. But she also wanted him to hold her hips and ass and take control of fucking her.

Next time would have to do.

She pulled off her top and moved one of his hands up to her breast. She needed him to squeeze her nipples.

She was rubbing her own clit when she came. She saw him mouth good girl at her and scowled.

Please may I cum now? he asked gamely.

She didn't reply for a moment.

Yes, sir, you may.

He smiled and took full control of her hips and began to fuck her hard.

She came again, and then he shot his load in her and growled.

I love you, best boy, she whispered as she cuddled him against her chest.

You were so brave taking your spanking. You're such a good little fuck toy.

They cuddled and she kissed and rubbed his sore bum.

The room was still dark and she was growing sleepy.

My hand is really sore from slapping you, she told him, pouting. She held it out for Daddy to kiss before falling back asleep.

She napped for an hour, maybe longer, and woke to a quiet house.

Downstairs she found Daddy in the kitchen working. Not housework. Work work. His laptop was open at the table.

Excuse me, she said from the doorway.

He didn't look up quickly enough for her liking.

Naughty boy. It is my Yes Day and you are working. If I catch you at that again, you'll be in very big trouble.

He closed the lid about halfway, which she decided to accept.

I'm hungry, she told him.

Well then, he said, you're the Daddy today. You'll have to come up with a plan and make all the decisions.

That's not fair.

It's entirely fair. But I'll warn you now, don't let it go on too long. I get hangry and stroppy, and then you'll have a lot on your hands to deal with.

She thought about that. It was a genuine threat and they both knew it.

She went to sit on his lap, but he stood up out of the chair before she got there and said that, as the submissive, it was he who ought to be sitting on hers. They pushed and shoved each other playfully and scuffled about, then kissed against the counter and the question resolved itself.

Careful, she said when she broke for air. Or you'll find yourself back up on your back in that bed.

She slapped his bum playfully, nipped his ear and growled.

I'm going to buy you lunch out, she announced, because you've been so well behaved. First I have to shower.

At the door she turned.

No more work.

I have to work to pay the bills, he countered.

You'll be paying them with a sore bottom, she warned.

Upstairs, naked, she stood sideways at the mirror and looked at her own bottom. It was very pale. On an ordinary Saturday with no responsibilities, it would have been lit up long before now. She turned the other way and looked at it again.

Then she made herself beautiful for Daddy.

He was at the laptop working when she came back down, obviously.

I'll deal with this defiant behaviour when we get home, she told him.

Before we leave, you'll go to the bathroom. Off you go.

She inspected his hands afterwards and sent him back in to wash them again, properly this time. She was sure he would crack before they'd even left the house. She was sure he would safeword her.

He didn't.

He washed his hands a second time and presented them to her without a word.

So she pushed it further and told him she needed to trim his nails before lunch.

C'mon, Pookie, he said, shaking his head, refusing.

She raised an eyebrow. Hands out, she told him, as she took the wooden spoon from the drawer.

Crack, crack. One blow across each set of knuckles. Daddy winced and yowled, and hopped around the kitchen for a minute shaking out his hands.

Pookie smiled.

Naughty boys travel in the back, she told him.

They were barely out of the estate before she regretted it. She couldn't hold his hand over the gearstick. He couldn't rest a hand on her thigh. She drove to the end of the road, then pulled in at the kerb.

Come up to the front.

She smiled and patted the seat enticingly.

Actions have consequences, Princess, he said pleasantly from the back seat. Your bum and your pussy will find that out tomorrow.