Daddy's Home - Erotica

When he kissed me goodbye that morning I knew I was going to be horny all day. He held me, one hand gripping my hair, the other around my throat, and kissed me hard.
"Be good for Daddy, princess. Keep your hands away from your pussy, baby. I want to be the only one to make you cum today." he told me, and I nodded, smiling up at him from the bed. He looked so fucking good in his work suit, and the smell of him was intoxicating. Even after he left his aftershave clung to me and was just enough to make me want to slide my hand into my underwear and stroke my wetness...I was going to miss him today but tonight would make it all worthwhile.

I read my book, watched some TV...but I couldn't settle. All I could think of was him, his warm hands all over me, stroking me, bringing me to the edge of orgasm and then denial and teasing. Or perhaps his tongue exploring my soft, rose-pink womanhood and savouring my taste, so that when he kissed me I could taste myself on his lips. Oh fuck, he made me so wet! I tried to waste time, did some washing up, alphabetised some books. Eventually I decided to have a soak in the bath - I wanted to be perfect for him when he got home.

I perched on the side of the bath as the steaming water cascaded into it, mixing with the jasmine and patchouli bath essence, creating elegant mountain ranges of crystal white foam. The scent washed over me, sensual and soothing and my mind drifted off for a moment. The bath filled and I slipped my robe off and slipped naked into the steaming water. I soaked for a while, barely even thinking, as my muscles slowly, slowly relaxed and the tension drained out of me. I massaged my left shoulder with my right hand then swapped, the bath essence lubricating, leaving my skin as soft as silk. My full breasts glistened as I caressed them with salt scrub, gently smoothing my skin even further. My body wasn't perfect but I liked to make the effort for Daddy, knowing how much he loved to stroke me. So I shaved, scrubbed and smoothed myself, washed my hair - for him.

I dried myself, fixed my hair and lay out the underwear set I had chosen for tonight - creamy silk with white polka dots, a combination of vintage glamour, which I love, and with the hints of lace it had a little taste of innocence...just sweet enough for Daddy. I still had an hour before he got home. I lay back.

Surely he'd never know. I ran my fingers over my naked flesh, my skin tingling. I felt my wetness getting more intense and my explorations took me closer and closer to my pussy. They rested over my freshly-shaved pubic mound, soft and inviting. He wouldn't know. With one easy, gentle movement I pressed my fingertip between my lips, stroking my clit. Oh fuck, it felt so good. I stroked a little more firmly; I shivered with pleasure and kept stroking, pressing down, making tiny circles around my clit, my own wetness enough to slicken my fingers. I arched my hips into my own hand, dipping my middle finger into my tight cunt over and over. I could feel my muscles tense, my breath coming faster and harder now and little yelps and groans of animal lust ripped from my lips. Ohh fuck. Fuck! Oh god yes! I couldn't help myself. I came hard, flooding my hand and the towels ruffled under me.

I lay, spent for a moment, on Daddy's bed. My eyes half closed. My muscles relaxed. Oh fuck that was good. But one look at the clock told me I couldn't afford to relax too much. I got up, slipped into the underwear I had chosen and drew on a pair of silk hold-ups in matching cream. Then came a little tea-dress in black and ivory checks. Simple, understated. But short enough that Daddy would be able to see my panties if I bent over...a tantalising glance for him. Five minutes to go. I lay on the bed on my front, and began reading my book as if there was nothing at all going on...and within minutes I heard his key scrape in the lock, the door open, then close, and his footsteps in the hall. Then he was there, smiling at me and looking so good...mmm. He came and sat on the bed next to me, his hands immediately reaching under my skirt to stroke my arse through the silky fabric.

"Hey baby girl. You look so pretty!" He tilted my head up and kissed my lips and I sighed with happiness. "So have you been good?"

I smiled right back and nodded, "mmhm, I've been reading Daddy." I sat up, kissed him again and held his hand. He brought it to his lips, as if to kiss but - he paused, and inhaled deeply.

"Princess...are you lying to Daddy?"Oh shit. My hand. My pussy...that he loves to taste...my eyes went wide with shock.

"Oh...Daddy..." I paused. For a moment I didn't know what to say. Then I hung my head. "I'm sorry Daddy. I...I played with myself. I came, too. But I was only thinking of you!"

He looked hard at me, then his hand darted out and grabbed me by the throat. "Princess, what did Daddy tell you? I'm sure I told you that I wanted to be the only one to make you cum today. And what have you done? Little bitch!" He slapped me hard and I reeled. My eyes filled with tears as he looked at me, a mixture of disappointment and arousal written on his face. "Now you know I am going to have to punish you, baby girl. You have been a very naughty slut, and Daddy doesn't like a badly behaved girl. Now get up and bend over that desk, and I don't want to hear a single word about it."

I knew I was in real trouble, but part of me was drunk with arousal. I stood, walked across the room and bent, knowing he would be looking at my ass...wanting me. I closed my eyes and heard him come up behind me, felt his hand stroke my tender skin and slip between my thighs to tease my cunt.

"So wet, baby. But this is a punishment" and without another word his hand was raised and came slamming down onto my arse and I yelped with pain and surprise. There was the briefest pause and then slap! onto the other side, the stinging pain making me jump again. I gritted my teeth, determined to take my punishment like a good girl and redeem myself, but his hand kept coming down, smack after smack and I began to whimper, then to cry out over and over again, the pain now so close to pleasure that I could hardly stand it. I lost count of the blows but it seemed to go on forever and my heart pounded. Eventually he stopped, and I dared to raise my head. I saw him pick something up and then a split second later - thwack! My head reeled as I realised that he had picked up my hairbrush and was using it as a paddle...again, again, again. Fuck! My cries became screams and I sobbed in pain and pleasure, the agony close to pushing me over into orgasm and then the brush dropped to the ground, I heard a brief rustle before Daddy was close behind me, thrusting his hard cock into my poor, aching cunt.

"Fuck, you're wet you little whore...you feel fucking good around Daddy's cock!" His words made my head spin, my pussy tighten around him and I could barely breathe, it felt so good. His thrusts got deeper and harder, my tender arse so sore that I couldn't help but cry out. His hands were on my hips pulling me back into each thrust and his nails raking my skin. I gripped the desk, my pleasure building higher and higher with each moan from him, each time he called me his whore, his slut, his princess, and I bit my lip to keep my orgasm at bay until I felt him shake and convulse inside me, filling my cunt with his cum - and I let myself go, my cries of pleasure almost like those of pain.

He withdrew, leaving me with my skirt up around my waist and his cum drenching my thighs. For a moment I thought he was going to punish me again, but he stood me up and drew me into his chest, holding me tight and I realised I was sobbing with pain/pleasure. He picked me up like a rag doll and sat on the bed with me in his lap, stroking my poor, bruised arse and kissing my hair.

"Poor baby...shh, don't cry. Daddy's home now."