“Hi, Daddy.” I’m still shy as I say it, but a lot of the shyness has worn off after so many months. The word flows easy from my lips and makes me happy in ways I can’t always explain. The first time I said it, realized that honoring Signs (Michael, my Daddy) with that particular …
An unedited quickie – “Come here, little girl, and let me tell you a story.” She crawled toward him, eager to listen. When she reached him, he sank a hand on her hair and pulled until her neck was bared to him. “What would you do, kitten, if I put you in an auction?” Her …
Quickie – A soft tinkle could be heard as she hurried down the hallway. She came to the doorway and paused just until the guard opened it enough for her to pass. She came to his side, kneeling, and then going to her hands so her bare breasts touched the soft carpet by his feet …
Quick, unedited story before I shower, I’ll return to brush it up later. – She licked her lips, leaning in and inhaling the fragrance of pure chocolate. Kitten imagined dipping the spoon in the gooey confection, scooping up as much brownie and chocolate syrup as she could, and bringing the whole mess to her lips. …
“Will you be a good kitten and follow directions?” “Yes, Daddy. I’m your good kitten always.” He chuckled. “Even when you’re sassy?” “Especially when I’m sassy, Daddy.” She smiled up at him, batting her eyelashes. His hand stroked down the line of her naked back, pulling a hum of satisfaction from her. Her hips wiggled …
She was feeling wiggly, as he liked to call her antsy moments. He leaned back in his chair and waited, knowing innately she was on her way to trouble. It wasn’t a long wait… The way she swayed her hips and the pout on her lips gave him warning. He simply folded his arms and …
“May I give thanks, Daddy?” Breakfast piped hot on both their plates. She’d been a good girl and brought him his coffee after he’d finished cooking. It was their quiet time together before he left for work. He flipped the edge of the paper down and glanced at her. She had a smile on her …
“Fuck!” She slapped a hand over her mouth and glanced around the room. That word was naughty. When she looked back down at the checkbook, she groaned into her hand. “Oh. No.” She slumped down into the chair as what she’d done truly dawned on her. Her responsiblity, the one thing she was good at, …