TV Breaks Pt. 02

All characters are over 18.

Daddy's POV.

I'm doing something good for her. It's not mean; it's okay. She's safe, and she's just learning how to be patient. She won't hate me, because I'm doing what's best for her and I don't have to worry.

It's not about finishing movies; it's about learning to persevere and be patient. Maybe, sometimes I could benefit from my own words: I'll also work on my patience going forward.

It's also about getting it in her pretty little head that just because she brats at me, it doesn't mean that I'll give in to her demands.

Sometimes I have to try really hard not to laugh at how pouty and silly she is. Obviously, there are some moments in which we laugh, but I can't do it while I discipline her; she would interpret it as a joke.

Luckily, I had the chance to wind down and think about her punishment, or training. However we want to call it.

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I'm on the couch, playing chess on my phone, and occasionally looking up at her. She's being good, for now; she hasn't made a sound, hasn't complained or anything. She's sitting there, all tied up and gagged like a pretty doll. I can see her mind stirring.

I won't lie: seeing her like this makes me incredibly hard. She's following orders, probably thinking of how much she wants to please me. However, I know she's fighting hard to stay still, because I know my baby and, again, she doesn't have an ounce of patience in that 5'3 body.

Too distracted by my tied beauty, I end up losing my game. I stand up and walk over, enjoying the fact that she has no idea that I'm so close. However, a kiss on the forehead for a good girl never hurts, so I oblige. The corners of her lips curl up over the gag; that's a smile, or at least an attempt.

She's so cute, trying to lean slightly towards where she thinks I'm standing. So eager. The timer is almost done, just 5 minutes left in the countdown. I wasn't expecting her to do so well; she's definitely getting rewarded after this.

The timer goes off. Immediately, I take off her gag, which is the most uncomfortable of the restraints she has on. Then her blindfold, and then my headphones. After that, I begin untying the ropes.

"Daddy, did you see me? I was so good!!! I didn't even make any sounds. Did you see?" She says, all excited.

"Yes, doll. I did see how good you did in this training. You're definitely getting a treat. And look at those pretty rope marks you have on." I'm tracing them on her arms and collarbones. She's definitely thinking that I'm doing it for her pleasure, but I'm actually checking that I wasn't too harsh and that they weren't too tight. She's smiling like a happy baby; it makes me smile too.

"Is your jaw feeling okay, darling?" I ask because she always complains after the gag. I have her jaw between my fingers, and I'm massaging it in light circular movements to relax her muscles.

"It hurts a bit; definitely need some ice cream to fix it. It's just the oooonly way to make it better." She says with a cheeky smile.

"Ah, is it?" I chuckle.

56

We're driving to the ice cream shop that she likes. Music playing, her feet on my lap and my hand caressing her ankles. She's so soft and innocent, looking out of the window.

We park, and as I'm opening her door, I go to hold her hand, guiding her towards the hood of the car. "Sit here for a second, pet."

"What's up? Can you be fast? I really want ice cream. I was thinking of getting cookies and cream. Are you sure you can't tell me after?" She fires up, talking at the speed of light and jittering.

"I'll tell you now, but I'll be quick. I wanted to tell you how proud I am. You did so well in your training today and, in general, this week."

I'm stroking her face with my thumb as she looks up at me.

"Therefore, you can get whatever size of ice cream you want and all the toppings you want, of course. Let's go now."

She's holding my hand, but she's practically skipping to the little window, pulling at my arm in an attempt to make me go faster.

As expected, she's ordering the biggest ice cream ever known to mankind. It's four flavours and a giant cone that she's happily holding with two hands. She moves aside, and I get a small cup of salted caramel ice cream; then I pay for both, and we move towards one of the small tables.

They're the really tall ones with stools, which makes no sense at an ice-cream shop. I put my small cup on the table and go to her as she's struggling to hold the ice cream and jump onto the seat at the same time.

"Would you like some help?" I ask her nicely.

"Yes, please."

"Do you want me to pick you up, or do you want me to hold your ice cream so you can jump on the seat like a big girl?" It's important to give her a choice; it's her body, after all, and I don't want to take away all her agency.

"Up, up, please," so I seat her down and walk back to mine.

She's thoroughly enjoying her ice cream: her lips are all white and brown from the cream; her cheeks are sticky; her mouth enveloping the entire top. Fuck, her tongue licking from top to bottom, quickly picking up the drops that are falling at the sides.

She's moving side to side in a little food dance, while being almost nose-deep in the treat.

Additionally, she's making happy moans around it.

I can feel my pants becoming tight at this sight. Wishing that right now I was the one who was being licked and enjoyed.

She's definitely going to have some more cream on that pretty face today.

I shift, uncomfortably restricted.

Her gaze catches my movements, and she smirks. She begins licking more intensely, if that's even possible, and looks straight at me while doing so. Her moans become longer, still subtle and discreet.

I see what she's doing, and it's working. I reach my hand down over my jeans to try to adjust it into a more comfortable position. At the same time, I can't shift my focus from her tongue, which is lapping at the now dripping cream with big round eyes pointed at me.

"Is someone wanting a different treat?" I already know the answer.

"I don't know what you are talking about. I'm just eating my ice cream; stop staring at me, you horny," her smirk is totally betraying her facade.

"Oh, yeah? Me horny?" I lean in to the point where I'm a few centimetres from her cone.

I reach and lick it, leaving her shocked for a second; her mouth gaping in surprise.

"How dare you?" She hisses.

"I bet if I reached with my long fingers under that skirt of yours. Shifting your flower panties to the side and touching my property, it would be completely wet. Because I know you enjoy teasing Daddy so much. Don't you, baby?"

"Maybe, but no, ah." Her bottom lip curling up in her usual defence.

"So, you're telling me that if I were to check you right now in this parking lot, you wouldn't be slick for me?" Apparently, I'm going to have to be patient and not think about feeling her with my fingers or feeling her around my cock. At least until the ice cream gets finished.

"Exactly. I wouldn't even be a little wet for an ice-cream thief like you." She goes back to munching on the wafer part now. Acting as indifferent as she manages to.

I laugh and decide what I'm going to do next, while looking at her finishing her giant thing.

"I'm done. Let's go now." She jumps down from the stool and starts heading to the car. However, I grab her neck, firmly but not hard, and stop her.

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

"Ah, yes. Sorry. Thank you."

"Puppy, you can do better than that now." She knows that she's supposed to use full sentences.

"Uff, yes. Thank you, Daddy, for getting me ice cream."

"Good girl," I say as I shut her door.

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"Pet... Put your feet on the seat, please. And open those knees for Daddy like a good girl. I want to check if you actually got wet from trying to make me hard. Using that pink tongue to make Daddy imagine things, so naughty." Tapping her left knee with my right hand.

"I don't want to." She says, whining.

"I didn't ask, darling. If you really aren't okay with it, you can use your words, but otherwise spread for Daddy." With the corner of my eye, I see her slowly opening up, and I smile at her obedience.

I reach with my hand to the edges of her frilled panties. Tracing the lace on the sides, consequently touch her inner thighs, too. I can feel her shiver.

"Don't tease, Sir. Please just get done with it," she says, raising her voice.

I lift my hand and give her a sharp slap on her pussy, and she buckles in the seat. I can't look at her because I'm concentrating on the road, but I can feel all her reactions and emotions.

"Shut up. I'm going to take my time checking my property, and you're going to be patient again."

She whimpers uncomfortably and squeezes the bottom of the seat with her hands.

I scratch her inner thighs with my nails, causing goosebumps. Then I rest my palm on her mound, tapping my fingers at her slit. And she whines again, bucking her hips towards my hand.

"Tsk tsk, what did I say? Be good."

I massage her through the damp fabric with three of my fingers. Alternating circular motions and pressures.

"Daddy, please! Please."

"What? I thought you didn't want to be checked. Are you afraid that someone driving is going to see your needy face, still sticky with ice cream?" She is still sticky; she's absolutely going to need a bath as we get home.

"It's... mhh."

"Indeed." I move her panties to the side and circle her clit with a finger. Then I lower my fingers and check her entrance; she's dripping like a proper slut.

"Aww, look how slick you are, baby. Did you get wet thinking of sucking daddy's cock? Is that what proper girls do? Aww. And look at you bucking your hips desperately at my hand."

I'm not in her; this is just a check. I want her to get so desperate that she starts begging for me.

I take her fingers away from her, and a line of her wetness follows them.

"Open your mouth and clean my fingers, baby. I'm done." I present my dripping digits in front of her lips.

"Why are you doneee? More, more!"

"Don't be entitled and don't raise your voice at me. Now, lick them clean." I hold my thumb to her cheek and finger her mouth; she's trying to give her best, even if she's not happy about it.

I bet the cold air on her folds is making even more of a mess.

"Close your legs and put them down. Be good; we're almost home."