Page 1 of Daddy's Punishment
ChapterOne
Icheck my gold heart-shaped watch for the time. It’s the one with Minnie Mouse in the center. Daddy got it for me on my last birthday while we were at Disneyland. It was the best birthday ever. Since we've gotten back from the trip, things have changed. Daddy is grumpier, and I always end up in trouble. The worst part is that I've started doing it on purpose.
As I gather my books, I know that if I leave the library now, I'll still be five minutes late getting home. That will be cause for punishment. My heart gives a flutter, but it’s not in fear. I'm not really sure what it is, but I know that I enjoy it. Otherwise I would have left ten minutes ago so that I was on time and didn't upset Daddy.
The librarian smiles at me as I walk past her desk, and I give her a small wave. After that, I exit out the front door and down the stairs to the sidewalk. It's only a short walk home, but I know that even if I ran, I would be late.
This is the only area of town I'm allowed to go to. There’s the library and a few small shops across from it. Those are the places I get to spend the money Daddy gives me for my chores. He still won't allow me to get a real job because he says there are more than enough things for me to be doing at home.
I smooth out my skirt as I get closer to the front gates, but they swing open before I can even enter the code. Daddy must be watching. When I walk into the house, I see Daddy sitting in the corner chair. He has a glass of whiskey in his hand, and he’s taken off his suit jacket. The sleeves of his dress shirt are rolled up, revealing the tattoo that he hides from the rest of the world.
"You're late," he snaps, and I watch his hand tighten on the glass.
"I'm sorry, Daddy. I lost track of time." I hold my books tight to my chest.
"And you think you're old enough to get a job? To go off to some school? You can't manage to be home at a proper time." His voice is even and calm, but it sends a shiver down my back.
It's only a little past eight, and everything in town is still open. I'm sure other girls get to stay out later than this. What am I supposed to do, sit at home all alone? Daddy is busier than ever, but maybe that's why he's so dang grumpy all the time. He's the city mayor, so shouldn’t that mean he gets to make a few rules of his own? He used to always be home early or simply work from his office. I don’t know what has changed, but lately he’s been gone more.
"I was reading and lost track of time." It's a lie. I hadn't lost track of anything. The seconds dragged on while I waited to leave. Daddy is always waiting to make sure I’m home by curfew. And if I’m not, I get punished.
“You know what this means.” Daddy raises his glass, taking down the rest of the brown liquor in one gulp.
I press my thighs together and nod. I do know what this means, and I try to hide my excitement. This is supposed to be a punishment, and I don’t want him to know how much I like it. If Daddy found out how much I enjoyed it, he might not do it anymore.
“Yes, Daddy, I know.”
He shakes his head and stands. “Unless there’s something you want to tell me.”
“I wasn't with any boys, I swear!” I tell him. It’s the same thing I have to tell him every time I’m late.
“I'm not sure I can believe you. You’re breaking one rule, why not all of them?” He walks over and stands in front of me and cups my cheek. “This is for your own good. It’s my job to make sure you’re not doing things you shouldn’t.” His thumb swipes across my bottom lip. “Go get ready. I’ll be in shortly,” he says and then steps back to allow me to go upstairs.
I don’t hesitate as I rush to my bedroom and switch on my bedside lamp. The pink walls glow as I hurry to kick off my shoes and face plant onto the bed. I apologize to my stuffed animals as they go flying every which way. Then I wiggle my panties down my thighs and make sure I flip my skirt up. My eyes go to my stand-up mirror, where I see myself dangling over the side of the bed.
The position is perfect, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek so that I don’t smile. I moved it this morning so I could watch, and I’m not sure if Daddy will notice or not. I want to see him as he gives me my punishment. He’s always so quick to leave after it’s over, and I can never tell if he’s still angry or not.
My stomach tightens when I hear his heavy footsteps, then he mutters something under his breath when he enters my room. I watch in the mirror as he moves closer, and he’s standing there staring at me for a long moment. His hand goes to the front of his pants, and he rubs his crotch up and down a few times. He does that a lot but mostly when he’s punishing me.
"My little girl," he whispers, stepping even closer. Then his hand comes down on my bottom, giving me a light caress. "Why do you make me do these things to you?"
"I'm sorry, Daddy."
"I'm not sure I believe you." I start to say I’m sorry again, but before I can, his palm smacks against my ass, and I suck in a deep breath. “Little one?” Daddy says in warning.
“One,” I say, squeezing my thighs together.
“Don’t you dare.” His hand comes down on the back of my leg, and he makes me spread them apart. Then I feel his hand slip up the inside of my thigh before he cups my sex. His thumb strokes over the bare skin of my pussy lips. “Good girl.” Daddy ordered me to keep it this way so that I would remain his little girl and not grow up too quickly.
“Count the rest,” he orders as he takes his hand away.
“Two!” I cry out when his hand comes down on my bottom again. Over and over, I count each one out loud until we get to the last. By the time I shoutten,I’m sniffling.
“I’m sorry, little one, but Daddy had no choice.” He gently rubs away any stinging sensation that remains. “Now I have to check to make sure you didn’t let any boys touch you.”
“Okay.” I sniffle again, but I let him push my knee up on the bed beside me so that I’m spread wide.
“Why are you so upset?” Daddy asks while he parts the lips of my sex and strokes his fingers between them.