Daddy and Pookie - Bath Night

A story between two consenting adults, both over 18 years old. Daddy is used as an honorific to signal power exchange.

I knock at your door and you open and let me step inside. You take my bag from me and hold me for a moment. You smell familiar and good. I'm so excited.

Shoes off, Pookie, you say.

Then you begin unbuttoning me. You lift my shirt off over my head. Undo the clasp of my bra. In the dim light of your hallway my arms protectively cover my breasts. You unzip my jeans.

Off, you say.

I wriggle out of them. I am standing in my knickers now, my clothes discarded on the floor, and you stand beside me fully clothed. You take a nipple in your mouth and suck it. Your hand is on my mons, touching it lightly through the fabric of my underwear. You bite me softly.

Off, you say, meaning my knickers, and I pull them down and step out of them.

Such a good girl, you say.

First you bend me over, arms clasped around my legs, and you inspect me. Then you lean me against the wall, legs splayed. I want your arms around my body, hugging me again. I want to bury myself in you to hide.

But my girl's been naughty, you tell me. She's been looking for spanks. Acting out, looking for attention of any kind.

I hang my head.

We are going to address this behaviour today, you tell me, but first I am going to give you a lovely bath and get you nice and relaxed before we play. Would you like that?

I nod eagerly.

Get that naughty bottom up those stairs now, you tell me. I've been running you a bath. Hop in.

Will you read to me at the side of the bath, Daddy?

I will of course, Princess.

Thank you, Daddy.

You let me make lots of bubbles in the bath.

In the end we decide to play an audiobook on your speaker so your hands are free to soap every inch of me. Then you scrub my back and my feet. I'm embarrassed of my big heavy tits and prominent nipples, but these you clean with your mouth. We don't talk much, just listen and laugh at the book together. You leave me soaking for a bit before you wash and rinse my hair.

Would you like to get in?

No, Princess. Today is your day.

You hold a big fluffy towel open for me to step out into.

I'm going to dry you and powder you, Princess, and then I'm going to spank you.

My heart quickens and my pussy tightens.

Where will you spank me? I ask, despite knowing the answer.

On your bottom mostly. Maybe on the tops of your thighs. If you're very naughty and you wriggle, your pussy might get some spanks.

I am wet between my legs now, and not just from the bath.

What will you spank me with?

My hand for the most part. Maybe something else if I feel you're not learning your lesson.

You are kneeling in front of me, drying my legs.

Will it be very sore?

Only as sore as you can handle, and sore enough to teach you how to behave properly, like my best girl should.

You kiss my pussy as you kneel, and spread my legs apart to dry between them.

What's our special word, if it gets too much?

Pineapple! My heart is beating faster as you pat my pretty pink pussy dry with the towel.

You wrap the towel around me and sit me on the chair beside your bed. You quickly blow-dry my hair, just enough to take the heavy wetness out. I've never liked the loud sound of a hairdryer.

Up you hop, you say, patting the bed. Your special blanket is on the bed for protection. On your back, knees up, legs spread.

I obey. You gaze between my legs at my pussy, then, as if having decided something, you rummage in your locker drawer and take out a small scissors. Like an expert gardener at Bloom, you sculpt the stray pieces of pubic hair. Just a few snips, so it's to your liking. You drop the clippings in the bin and blow across my pussy until I giggle.

There! you exclaim. Perfect!

I should be mortified but I'm not. I love you.

You begin to powder my bottom, my armpits and the creases between my thighs. You even powder between my toes.

I'm a big girl! I say sulkily, pouting.

You're my girl and you're an ungrateful brat, you say in mock exasperation.

I'm still giggling and getting squirmy as you rub the powder into my bottom.

Wriggly creature. Do we have to restrain you?

No, I reply, I'll be good for kisses.

You'll be good because your Daddy told you to, you tell me with a low growl.

We kiss deliciously and I know I won.

I want you, Daddy, I whisper in your ear.

First your spanking, Pumpkin, you whisper back.

Thoughts of the spanking sober me again.

How many? I ask quietly.

As many as I think you need, you tell me. Now let me know when you're ready. You can ask me politely for your spanking to begin.

Where do you want me for my spanking? I ask in a small voice.

Right where you are will do for now.

I go back to lying flat on my back on the bed, feet up, knees bent and legs slightly parted. In an even smaller voice I say, please Daddy, I'm ready for my spanking.

What's that? Speak up.

In a much bigger voice I say, please Daddy, I've been very naughty, I'd like you to spank me please.

Good girl, you say. With your consent, today we're going to take before and after photos, for you to look at when Daddy can't be with you, to remind you of consequences and how to behave.

This is new and very exciting for me.

You've picked up your phone.

Legs straight up in the air, you tell me.

My ass and pussy are fully exposed, and you take the shot.

You put the phone down and you're beside me. You begin to spank me, to warm me up, in that exact same position. Slowly and methodically at first, then quick volleys of smacks on the same warmed-up area that make me cry out and clutch the blanket with my hands.

Such a good girl, you tell me, looking directly at my pussy as it starts to glisten.

You take a break from spanking me to squeeze and rub my tits.

Who owns this pussy? you ask me as you rub my nipples.

You do, I reply, breathless and immediate. I am so needy now.

My hands go down to rub my sore red bottom but you tut. Uh, ah. You must ask my permission first to touch there, you say.

You spank me again, three times on the side of my thigh. It burns.

If I own your pussy, you say gently, then you should cum when Daddy tells you to, and only then. But twice recently, you specify as a warning, my Princess didn't cum for me when she was told.

I'm sorry, Daddy. I hang my head in shame.

I was afraid.

Afraid of what, you ask me almost absentmindedly, as you rub my clit and distractedly move a finger in and out of my vagina.

I squeeze your finger and moan.

That's a good Princess. Daddy's going to spank you again and you're going to rub your own clit while he does it. Hard and fast, or you'll get the belt.

Good girl. Show Daddy how you like it.

My hands reach down to rub furiously now. You are kneeling on the bed between my legs and my legs are on your shoulders. You spank the already tender and red moon of my bottom at slow intervals, and speed those intervals up when you think I'm slacking at my rubbing. It feels really, really very good and I moan and buck my hips.

That's my good girl. Come for your Daddy.

But I'm holding on and shaking my hips, refusing.

I have all day, you say.

I wince as I hear the belt unbuckle and slide off.

You flip me and push a pillow under my hips. I'm quivering now, outside and in.

Three cracks from the belt and I'm yelping. My bottom is on fire.

I'm afraid that I'll pee, I say, so I stop.

This doesn't satisfy you. The belt strikes out again, crack, crack. After all, what's a little pee between friends, and you know it.

I'm howling. I want to reach down and rub my bottom but I'm afraid you'll belt my hands.

Don't lie to your Daddy, you say, and you slap me with the buckle end at the side of my flank. I hope it will bruise.

I'm afraid to let go, I say.

Two more cracks. I'm trembling.

I can't let go, I say. The endometriosis. My body is broken. It doesn't work right.

My clit is big and swollen and I want your tongue on it.

You flip me on my back and spread my legs. I think I'm going to get my wish but you pinch my swollen clit instead. Your one hand is inside my pussy, pumping away, while the other uses the belt to give two slaps to the delicate white tops of my inner thighs.

I've seen you let go before, you say.

My inner thighs are stinging and I bravely say, I faked it.

You laugh and begin to suck and lick my tits.

Fuck me, I whisper urgently, using my small voice.

You're fingering my hot pussy and rubbing my clit. My body is alive with the pain radiating from my ass and my thighs.

Fuck me, please. I beg you again.

I am wet to halfway down my thighs.

Does my Pookie want cock?

I nod vehemently.

Daddy doesn't fuck liars. Cock for truth.

Cum in me, please. I beg you.

Cum on my hand, you counter.

I can't, I say. My face is scrunched up, I'm panting.

Of course you can, you say coaxingly. Daddy's here, little one.

I'm on the verge of tears. If I cum, I'll love you too much and then you'll leave me.

I blurt it out and turn my back to you. I curl into myself.

Everyone leaves me.

Everyone goes away.

Your arms are around me. I roll back and cling to you as if I am drowning.

I'm sorry, I whisper.

Don't be, you say, stroking my hair.

Your hand brushes a welt on my hip and I wince.

We're very silly, you say.

Do you still like me? Am I still your girl?

Always.

Good, I say. Now take my picture.