Daddy & Pookie's Yes Day Pt. 02

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

Pookie's face flushed and she squirmed in the driver's seat.

Today is my day, today is my day, she repeated like a mantra in her head. She stole glances in the rear-view mirror at her handsome Daddy sitting in the back seat.

At the restaurant she couldn't bear the distance. Sitting opposite him at a table was too far away.

Because she could, she told him to squish onto the bench beside her, close enough that their bodies touched all down one side. That's how she liked him, nice and close, so she could touch him and kiss him in public, even if he didn't appreciate the public display of affection.

I'll be ordering, she said, taking the menu from his hands. You don't need that today.

Can I have a beer? he asked. After all, it was a rare occasion when he wasn't driving.

No. You're far too naughty for beer. She snapped the drinks menu closed. You may have a soft drink instead.

But he looked disappointed, so she relented, told him he was a good boy really and could have a zero, and then she kissed him.

When the food came, she cut his up for him and fed it into his mouth, forkful by forkful. In between, she had to cut her own and feed that to herself as well, which she found unexpectedly annoying. Nobody had mentioned that part.

Every so often she wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin and brushed crumbs off his jeans.

The waitress didn't bring her fries, which she'd ordered as a side. She decided to let it go. There was enough food on the table already, and she hated any kind of conflict.

They talked and laughed the whole time, and teased each other the way they always did.

Then he stood up abruptly.

Boy, where do you think you're going?

The toilet.

Sit back down right now and ask permission.

He sat back down and asked permission.

Denied, she said. You may ask again in ten minutes.

Then, slowly, watching his face, she poured herself a glass of water from the jug.

The waitress came over and she asked for the bill. The chips were listed on it.

Can you sort that out? she asked him.

He sat back and folded his arms.

You're the Daddy today. Now, may I use the toilet?

Awkwardly, she went to the counter to explain the situation to the waitress, then she settled up.

But why was he taking so long in the toilets?

Because she was brave today, she pushed open the door of the gents and followed him in.

He was standing at the sink washing his hands. He looked up and saw her in the mirror.

She shushed him, pulled him into the cubicle, and locked the door.

Were you playing that stupid card game on your phone again, little bunny?

She shoved his hand up her skirt and pressed it between her thighs so he could feel the heat of her through her underwear.

You know, I always wanted to do a spanking scene in a public toilet. I just always figured that I'd be the one getting spanked.

She grabbed his belt buckle and started to undo it. Yes Day, bunny, she reminded him as he resisted.

As she was undoing his flies, the door of the men's toilets opened and someone else came in.

She froze. They locked eyes. Her hands stopped.

After a pause she decided to risk it for a biscuit, and fished a hand into his pants for his now subdued member. She took it out and stroked it, eyes locked on his. For Mumma, she mouthed, as she moved it with her hand.

The other party was still doing their thing as she squatted down and took him in her mouth. Both Daddy's hands were up in the air as if he were under arrest, and then he leaned forward and placed them flat against the cubicle wall.

His dick grew big in her mouth. Her tongue was working its magic. It was rock solid now. She gave her mouth a rest and moved it quickly with her hand. Her thighs burned from the squat.

They heard the door of the toilets swing shut as the other person left.

That'll do, she said. She jumped up, turned the lock on the cubicle door and walked briskly out.

See you at the car, she called back.

Daddy seemed a bit huffy about something as he got in on the passenger side.

What's the matter, angel? she asked him. You look so much prettier when you smile.

You want to be pretty for Mumma, don't you, she cooed. She reached across and pinched his cheek hard.

You'll feel that tomorrow, he told her.

Now, now, she said, turning the key in the ignition. Tomorrow is another day, and today you just might need a little attitude adjustment.

But would you like to go for a walk on the beach first?

Yes, he replied.

Yes, who?

Yes, Mumma, he said.

Clever boy, she smiled.

It was a dry, sunny day, although it was cold, and the beach was busy with dog walkers, joggers and the odd end-of-season surfer in a wetsuit.

Parking proved to be a challenge. Someone pulled out, but the space was tight for Pookie's rather long estate car. Oh, she hated parallel parking! Worse yet, the line of traffic behind had halted and was waiting on her to finish her manoeuvres before it could move on.

Her eyes turned to Daddy beseechingly.

He shook his head. You're the Daddy today, remember. Then, kindly: You got this, Pookie. Remember how I told you.

She did it! All the surrounding cars, plus her own, undented and unscratched. She'd been sweating buckets.

I'm so proud of my princess, he whispered in her ear, as they got out of the car.

Thank you, Daddy, she grinned.

They held hands and walked along the beach.

A woman with a dog on a leash passed by them.

I wish I had a collar and leash for you, said Pookie. That way, you could never run away.

Indeed, said Daddy. But I've never run away on you, have I?

No, but you might. That's why I'm going to tie you up when we get home. Make you lick me, like a good doggie.

Daddies like licking too. Especially girls who are nice and sweet and well behaved.

Oh well, that sounds like a lot of work to me, so you'll have to be a dog. Now sit and give me the paw.

And if I don't?

Then I'll pull your leash hard and slap your big wet nose.

Princess, we both know it wouldn't be right to slap a dumb, defenceless dog. But a naughty girl who's lost the run of herself? It's an obligation to teach her manners and put her back on the straight and narrow.

Shut up, dog. You can only say woof now. Or woof, woof, maybe. Bark for me, puppy.

Woof, woof!

Oh, you're such a good puppy. You're the best puppy in the whole wide world. Oh look, an ice cream van! Will we get some ice creams, puppy?

Woof, woof, no. You're lactose intolerant, Princess. You can buy me an ice cream, but your tummy won't like it if you have one yourself. I'm sorry, my darling.

I can't hear you, because I don't speak dog. Two ice creams it is.

She patted him on the head. Good puppy.

This is not a good idea, Princess, he told her as they sat on a low wall and ate their cones.

I make the decisions today, puppy. My body, my choice, she said, as she sculpted the cone with her tongue.

Pookie let go of Daddy's hand on the way back to the car, turned to face the bushes and vomited.

Daddy held her hair and rubbed her back. Then he gave her a sip of the water he always carried in his bag for her. She was a thirsty creature and rarely remembered to bring any herself.

Pookie puked again, and Daddy handed her a tissue for her mouth.

Will you smack my bottom when we get home? she asked him tearfully.

No, Princess, he replied. You're Daddy today, and you already owe me some smacks. Your own needs will have to wait.

But I've been so silly and I feel so bad.

There, there, Pumpkin. Maybe I'll make you a cup of tea, if you haven't tied me up and I'm allowed to walk on two legs.

She nodded.

We can wait until your tummy's settled and you're ready to drive again.

And he pulled her close to keep her warm and shield her from the wind.

The next morning Pookie woke up. The curtains were open and light streamed in. Daddy was standing at the foot of the bed. She had the feeling he'd been there for some time already, waiting for her to open her eyes. He had spread three implements across the comforter, as if to offer her an illusion of choice.

Good morning, my darling. He picked up the slipper and gently thwacked its sole against his palm. Let's get you warmed up. Jammies down, bum in the air. That's a good girl.

I love you, Daddy, said Pookie as she scrambled to comply.

I know you do. Now spread your legs, said Daddy.