Ciana Rose's Erotic Stories


Daddy And Dee

Trouble At School

Ciana Rose

© 1999

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"Daddy and Dee" is not intended to condone sex with minors. It is merely a figment of my imagination based on a common fantasy played by adults. If this type of fantasy is offensive, please return now.



"Hi, Daddy." Dee's wheat-color pigtail dangled as she poked her tilted head in from the doorway.

Daddy sat on the sofa, wearing only his boxer shorts. He set the newspaper aside and removed his glasses. "Come in, Sweetie."

Reluctantly, Dee stepped out from behind the wall and into the room. She was dressed in a short navy pleated skirt and a crisp white shirt. The school uniform included the standard white knee socks and black patent leather shoes.

Daddy studied her astutely. They had played many fantasies during their years of marriage, but playing Daddy's little girl was still Dee's favorite. The role was befitting of her character and small-framed, girlish appearance.

"Trouble at school again, dear?" When she lowered her eyes, Daddy's expression grew stern. "Daddy asked you a question."

Biting her lower lip, Dee nodded.

"How bad?"



"The p'incipal--"

"The principal?"

Hands clasped behind her, Dee swung from side to side. "Aha. He said I have to be punished a lot, cause I was a very bad girl."

"I see." Daddy barely stifled a smile.

"Honest, Daddy, it wasn't my fault," Dee suddenly blurted in her defense.

"All right, you better tell Daddy what happened."

"Um..." she began with trepidation, "he--"

"I should have known there was a "he" involved in this," Daddy muttered, displeased. "What about him?"

Dee grimaced. "Welllll..."


"Well, he said he had something to show me."

"And?" Daddy demanded when she did not continue.

"It was a secret," Dee rushed ahead. "That's why we had to sneak into the old classroom." She rocked up on her toes, and back.

"Aren't you forgetting something, Dee?"

"What?" She first looked puzzled, then suddenly enlightened. "Oh, I know. When I get into trouble, I have to lick your penis while I tell you about it." With a bursting smile, she skipped on over.

"You just kneel right here between Daddy's legs." Daddy dropped a cushion to the floor, then slid a hand inside his boxer shorts and maneuvered his cock to poke through the slit. "Gently, dear," he admonished when Dee's hand wrapped around the semi-hard shaft a little too enthusiastically.

Reining in her impulses, Dee eased her grip, then used the little pink tip of her tongue to tease. "That better, Daddy?"

"Much. So what did this boy show you when you went into the room?"

Dee made a circle around the swelling head, then answered, "Nothing."

"What do you mean, nothing?" Daddy looked puzzled.

"He said if I wanted to see it, I would have to show him my pussy first," she explained, tilting her head to the side.

"I see." Daddy paused. "Did you agree?"

Stroking his hardened shaft smoothly, she gave him another slick lick. "Aha, he promised I would really like what he had."

"Dee, what did Daddy tell you about boys and your pussy?"

"But, Daddy, you said I shouldn't let them play with it. You didn't say I couldn't show it to them," she argued with big innocent blue eyes.

Daddy shook his head. "We'll talk about that later. Let's hear the rest."


"Johnny? Why didn't you say it was Johnny? He has Daddy's permission to play with you."

She shrugged her shoulders. "Guess I forgot to say his name."

Daddy harrumphed. Then changing his tone, he said, "Okay, sweetie, but you made Daddy worry. You know what that means."

Dee lowered her head remorsefully. "I have to be punished."

"Extra," he emphasized. "Now go on."

"Johnny said I had to pull my skirt up reaaal slow, inch by inch. He said if I went too fast, I'd have to start all over again."

"Did you, have to start again?"

"Three times." Making an O with thumb and index, she held up three fingers. "But I don't know why, Daddy, every time I did, my panties got more wetter."

"That's because you like Johnny so much."

"I do," Dee agreed fondly. Then her expression turned from mischief to concern. "But I don't love him the way I love you, Daddy," she professed.

"Daddy loves you too, honey." His caressing eyes met hers, then sighing, he leaned back. "Don't forget Daddy's balls."

Dee gently spread the slit of the boxer shorts and eased out his scrotum. Then she lifted the hefty erection and proceeded to oblige.

"There's a good girl. You know how much Daddy loves you licking his balls."

Giving one testicle a thorough laving, Dee continued. "For the longest time, Johnny kept on staring at my panties and, for some reason, rubbing the front of his pants. I finally got tired of waiting and said, "Johnny, do you want to see my pussy or don't you?"" Hand on hip, she mimicked the demand. "That's when he started to unzip his pants."

"What for?"

"That's what I wanted to know," Dee replied matter-of-factly. "He said he was just getting ready for showing me his dick. I asked him what a dick was, but he said he wasn't going to tell me until he saw my pussy."

"That was fair, Dee, you did agree to it," Daddy pointed out.

"I know, Daddy." She cupped the saliva-soaked sacs and ran her tongue up and down his shaft. "But that Johnny is so silly," she said with a giggle. "He forgot I couldn't hold my skirt up and pull my panties down all at the same time. I had to remind him."

"Clever girl! Did Johnny solve the problem?"

"Aha, he pulled my panties down himself." Dee giggled again. "But, Daddy, the whole time, his breath kept tickling my pussy and making me laugh."

"Did that make him mad?"

She grew thoughtful. "I don't think so, cause he just kept on smiling."

"Did he show you his dick then?"

"Nope!" Dee said, frowning. Then she made Daddy wait with another bout of leisurely licking before explaining. "He said he couldn't really see my pussy with me standing. That's why I had to sit on the chair and spread my legs for him. But you know what, Daddy, I think Johnny needs glasses."

"Why do you say that?"

"Cause no matter how much I spreaded, he still couldn't see, and wanted me to open wider."

Daddy cleared his throat and sat forward. "Why don't you show Daddy just how wide you had...spreaded."

Dee released him and plunked to the floor. When she hiked her skirt out of the way, Daddy's eyes widened, scandalized. "Dee, don't tell me you didn't put your panties back on afterward."

"I wore them, Daddy. Honest."

"Then why aren't you wearing any now?"

"Um..." She glanced around the room, stalling. "I don't have them."

"Who does?"

"The p'incipal."

Daddy shook his head, then contemplated. "I suppose if the principal has them, there must be good reason."

"There is, Daddy," Dee confirmed, nodding. But when she launched into an explanation, he interrupted.

"Why don't we wait till you get to that part. Go ahead and show Daddy how wide."

"This wide," she said, parting her legs thirty-five degrees.

"Now see, honey, you can't blame Johnny," Daddy said wisely. "Do you remember when Daddy showed you your pussy in front of the mirror? Remember how wide you had to open?"

"O' yeah." Recalling the lesson with a smile, she pushed her legs farther out. "Like this, Daddy?"

"Wider, honey. Bend your knees."

Adjusting her hips, Dee pulled her legs in and spread to her capacity.

"There, that's how wide it should be." Daddy licked his lips with his eyes transfixed on her gaping vagina, then gave himself a deliberate shake. "Go on with your story, Dee." But as she made to re-rise, he stayed her. "No, sweetie, Daddy wants to look at your pussy while he listens for a while."

Dee sighed, then leaned back on her hands and forged ahead. "Daddy, I must like Johnny an awful lot, cause the whole time he was looking at my pussy, it just kept getting wetter and wetter."

"That's what good pussies do, honey. Is that when he showed you his dick?"

"Um, um," Dee shook her head to emphasize. "So I told him I would leave if he didn't." Thoughtfully, she added, "But I think he had just forgotted about it."

"I can see how that could happen."

"He finally told me to close my eyes real tight and count to ten. When I opened them, he was standing there with his penis sticking out of his pants. He must've tended to it when my eyes were closed, Daddy, cause it was already big."

"No, honey, penises do that sometimes."

"You mean without tending?"

"Yes." When Dee's expression remained confused, Daddy elaborated. "See how your pussy is wetting now? Daddy is not playing with it, is he?"

Dee glanced down and giggled. "Oh, yeah. That's cause I love you so much, huh, Daddy?" Then mulling this information over, she smiled with dawning comprehension. "Does that mean Johnny likes me too?"

"Yes, it does."

"O' goody," she squealed delighted. Then she grew pensive again. "But, Daddy, sometimes my pussy gets wet when no one I like is there."

"That's called being horny. It happens when your pussy needs a penis. It gets wet by itself to let you know."

"Horny, Daddy? Is that why it hurts sometimes, cause it wants a penis real bad?"

"Yes, sweetie. When it doesn't get one, it gets frustrated and starts to hurt. What do you do when that happens?"

Embarrassed, Dee looked away.

"Honey, you know you have to tell Daddy."

"I play with it till I get the fuzzy," she murmured. "Otherwise the hurt doesn't go away."

"Well, sweetie, it's the same for a boy. His penis gets big to let him know it needs a pussy."

"Does it get f'ustated and hurt too?"

"O' yes. And it doesn't go away until it gets to cream."

"I didn't know that," Dee said wide-eyed. "Pooooor Johnny."

"Yes, poor Johnny. Sweetheart, Daddy needs you to lick his penis again now."

With Dee taking the matter back into her delicate little hand, Daddy enjoyed a lengthy moan, then asked, "What happened after Johnny showed you his penis?"

"I got mad. Cause he still hadn't showeded me his dick. But he pointed to his penis and said that that was it. I told him he was wrong cause that was his penis. He said they call it a dick too." Dee gave Daddy's cock-head a heated tongue-lashing, then raised searching eyes. "Is that true, Daddy?"

"It's true. There are other names too. Daddy will teach them all to you later."

"Then can I call it a dick sometimes?"

"Yes, dear, you can. Did you like Johnny's dick?"

Dee sighed. "It wasn't as big as yours."

"You didn't tell him that, did you?" Daddy looked alarmed.

"I did," she replied defiantly.

"Sweetheart, you never tell a boy his penis isn't big enough."

Contrite, Dee murmured, "Yes, Daddy."

"What did Johnny say?"

Before replying, she tightened her hold and devoted a moment to Daddy's shaft. "He said it would get bigger if I touched it. But I didn't believe him, so I rubbed it to see for myself."

"Good girl. Did it get bigger?"

She shrugged. "A little. He said for it to get real big, I had to lick it too."

"Did you believe that?"

"No, Daddy, I'm not 'tupid--I had to see for myself."

"How did you lick it?"

"The way I lick to thank you."

"Show Daddy exactly how."

With the edict, Dee moistened her lips and embarked on a precise execution of the tribute. "I started with his balls. Like this." Soft fleshy tongue lapped at Daddy's testicles, drenching them with saliva. Then she gave the inflated glands a few playful bounces and continued. "Then I licked the pole part, up and down. Like this, Daddy."

"Did you make sure you covered every inch?"

Dee halted. Indignant with the implication her performance may have fallen short, she haughtily replied, "Course, Daddy!"

"Dee!" Daddy barked, suddenly outraged.


"You know better, young lady; never, ever, do you stop like that when attending a penis."

Dee bowed her head. "I sorry, Daddy, I forgot."

"All right, dear," he graciously relented after a moment's hesitation. "But Daddy is going to have to punish you another extra for that. You will apologize properly then."

"Yes, Daddy." She sounded resigned, but perked up quickly. "Then I licked the head just like you taught me, round and round." Her slippery tongue began at the rim, closing in on the tiny slit with circle after slow circle. By the time she swept the tangy-tasting seepage into her mouth and brought the show-and-tell to conclusion, Daddy had well and long been lost in euphoria.

Eyes fluttering open, he exhaled a sigh of pleasure. "You did exactly right, sweetheart. Now Johnny knows what a good little dick licker you are."

"But, Daddy," Dee said with disappointment, "it still didn't get as big as yours. Then I 'membered how yours gets the biggest when I suck on it."

"Good thinking, Dee. Did you suck on Johnny's dick?"

"Not really. Just as I put it in my mouth, the door flew open and the p'incipal bu'st in."

Daddy's eyebrows shot up. "Oh, Dee, what did he do?"

"I don't know why, but he got very u'set. He made Johnny put his dick back in his pants and leave."

"What about you?"

Dee conscientiously stopped for another licking before continuing. "He took my panties and sniffed them. He said he can tell how bad a little girl has been by smelling her panties."

"That's true."

"But you never smell my panties."

"Daddy has a little secret, sweetie. He smells them every night after you put them in the hamper. In case you forget to tell him that you've been bad. You wouldn't want to go unpunished, would you?"

"O' no, Daddy, I wouldn't. Should I do another thank you now?"

"Maybe later."

Displaying a mild disappointment, Dee continued with her tale. "The worst part, Daddy, is that I still don't know how big Johnny's dick would've gotted."

"I'm sure he won't mind giving you another chance to find out."

"You think?"

Daddy ignored her question and asked another of his own. "What did the principal do then?"

"He made me stay on the chair and keep my legs wide open. He kept pointing at my pussy and telling me what a bad girl I was. I told him I had my Daddy's pe'mission to play with Johnny, but he said he didn't want to dis'uss it until after he punished me."

"He punished you? How?"

"He made me bend over the chair, and hold the seat with one hand and my skirt up with the other while he spanked me. He said I had to keep my legs real straight for him  or he wouldn't be able to spank me hard enough."

"Sweetie, you know your bum has to turn that pretty red color Daddy likes so much. Otherwise it won't really be a punishment."

"I know, but it took him forever, cause he kept missing and spanking my pussy instead."

"Well, honey, in that position, that's easy to do. Daddy will show you some time. Right now, he needs you to attend to his penis again."

Daddy tolerated the expert tongue caressing with a steady stream of deep murmurs, but not for long. "That feels too good, sweetie, I think you better tell Daddy what happened next."

"I almost told him he wasn't spanking my bum right, but then I 'membered he's the p'incipal, so he couldn't be wrong. It's a good thing I 'membered, huh, Daddy? Or he would've thought I'm a real dummy."

"A very good thing."

"After he finally finished, I had to stay like that so he could take a look at my pussy. He was very pleased with it, and wanted to know if it always gets so wet after a spanking."

"Cup Daddy's balls, baby," Daddy requested when Dee took a moment to attend to her oral duty. "That's good."

"I essplained," she continued breathlessly, "how a good spanking is the best way to make my pussy wet enough. But, Daddy, I think the p'incipal was testing me, cause then he asked, "Wet enough for what?"

"What did you answer?"

"Why, for my Daddy to stick his penis in it, 'course."

Daddy's eyebrows arched.

"He said he can tell my Daddy loves me very much and knows what's best for me. But, Daddy, how come the p'incipal was panting so hard?"

"Punishing you made him horny, honey. You remember, that new word Daddy taught you."

"But you don't pant like that when you spank me."

"That's because Daddy keeps stopping to let you apologize. See, honey, sucking on his penis helps him breathe easier."

"Oh," Dee uttered, looking rather confused.

"Sweetheart, when a horny penis doesn't get attended to, and gets too frustrated, it makes it hard to breathe. Now do you understand?"

"Um...I think so."

"Good. What happened next?"

"Daddy, how did the p'incipal know my pussy has a fuzzy whenever you put your penis in it? He called the fuzzy a different name. I can't 'member what."

"Honey, he's the principal, he knows everything."

"Ohhh." Dee looked illuminated briefly. "He said Daddies like pussies that have a fuzzy when their penis is in it. He said that makes it a good pussy. I got worried though, cause it only does it when you play with my little button, but he said that was pe'fe'tly asseptable."

"It certainly is."

"Then he asked if I knew why it's impo'tant for my Daddy to cream lots. I said cause I can only be as good a girl as my Daddy creams."

"Oh, sweetheart, Daddy's so proud of you for remembering the right answer."

"But the p'incipal got mad at me. He said it's o'vious I don't make my Daddy cream enough cause I'm always in trouble. So he gave me an assi'ment."

"What assignment?"

Dee hesitated.

"Sweetie, Daddy is waiting."

Avoiding eye contact, she said, "I have to be bad on pu'pose so you can punish me. He said that would make you cream more."

"Your principal is a very wise man."

Dee looked up startled. "You mean you don't mind?"

"Why would Daddy mind?"

"Cause he said punishing and making cream are hard work. I thought you might get mad at me."

"Honey, Daddy never really gets mad at you. Even when he punishes you, it's only because you need discipline."

"Oh. I forgot again."

"Was there anything else?"

"He said I should always thank my Daddy for everything he does for me, especially punishing me. You know, cause it's such hard work."

"Not just Daddy, sweetheart. Don't forget, the penis rules apply to any penis that has Daddy's permission to play with you."

Dee acknowledged his interjection with a nod and continued. "I told him I do thank my Daddy for everything. That that's why I lick his penis all the time so I don't assidentally forget. He said it would be better if I suck it. I essplained that that's how I 'pologize--I suck on my Daddy's penis to say I'm sorry. He thought that was an essellent way to 'pologize."

"Yes, an excellent way," Daddy echoed.

"Then he said he wasn't sure my pussy was wet enough from the spanking for my Daddy's penis. I told him it was, but he wouldn't believe me."

"Did he look again?"

"Not just look, Daddy, he stuck his finger in it too. I told him I'm not supposed to let boys play with my pussy without my Daddy's pe'mission. But he said it was okay for him to play with it, cause he's not a boy, he's a man. I felt real silly for not 'membering that. Do you think he'll be mad at me, Daddy?" Tilting her head, Dee twirled one pigtail with her finger thoughtfully.

"No, I don't think so, but you forgot something else too."

"What?" She looked befuddled.

"As your principal, he can do whatever he thinks is right with you. Daddy explained that to you before."

"Guess I forgot again. I sorry I never 'member anything, Daddy," she said, deflated.

"Oh, sweetie, Daddy loves you just as you are. Specially that you forget things." He sent her a meaningful glance that made her giggle. "So, did the principal think you were wet enough after he stuck his finger in your pussy?"

"He still couldn't tell. He said he had no choice but to taste my pussy. So he knelt down behind me and started licking. But for some reason, he just wasn't able to tell, and had to lick and lick. After a while, all that licking made me need the fuzzy real bad. "Does that mean I like the p'incipal too?"

"Apparently you do," Daddy answers."

"I didn't know that." Dee frowns thoughtfully.

"Did he let you have a fuzzy?

"Um, um--he wouldn't let me have one, as part of my punishment. Then it got much worser, cause he still couldn't tell and was forced to stick his tongue way inside my pussy. He said I had to push back real hard to help him get it in far enough. By then, Daddy, I needed the fuzzy so bad, it hurt." Dee stopped to catch her breath before continuing. "He did give me pe'mission to bend my knees, but said if I moved out of position, he was going to spank me all over again."

"Were you able to stay?"

"Yes, but the more he tasted, the harder it got to cossetrate on keeping my legs together. Only thing that helped a little was rubbing my bum against his face while he licked. Honest, Daddy, I thought he was never going to stop."

"These things take time, sweetheart. It was very nice of the principal to put so much effort into your discipline. Did he think your pussy was wet enough then?"

"He said it was wet enough for my Daddy to stick his penis in only once. And as bad as I had been, that was not enough. He said I'd have to do lots of 'pologizing tonight if I want to be a good girl again. Daddy, please, I don't want to stay bad."

"Honey, Daddy will do everything he can to make you good."

"But what if I can't make you cream enough?"

"Then he'll just have to keep punishing you. That always makes Daddy cream."

"Thank you, Daddy, that makes me feel much better." And to express her gratitude, she gifted him with another hearty licking.

"Daddy, did you know the p'incipal has a little girl too? But she isn't as bad as me, and he doesn't have to cream as much. That's why he has to pra'tice, so he doesn't forget how. He said today was his pra'tice day. And since I need all the cream I can get, he would pra'tice on me."

"Wasn't that nice."

"I think he was trying to help you too, so you wouldn't have to work so hard tonight."

"I'm sure he was. Tell Daddy about this practice."

"First I had to kneel on the floor in front of him and unbutton my blouse."

"I hope you were wearing your bra," Daddy interrupted.

"No, I forgot again," Dee admitted, her voice waning.

"Dee, your titties are much too big for you to go to school without a bra."

"I sorry, Daddy."

"I know you are, baby, but that's going to have to cost you another extra," he said, hopelessly. "Now show Daddy those big titties, like you showed them to the principal." When she did, he reached out and jiggled one. "Did he play with them?"

"No, he just went ahead and dropped his pants. And he wasn't wearing any unnerwears. Daddy, his penis was sooo big. I guess that's cause he," she paused to remember. "O' yeah, horny."

"See how punishing you made him need to cream?"

"Really, Daddy?" Dee looked up with a smug smile, then planted a smacking kiss on the swollen dome.

"Honey, Daddy's ready for you to do some apologizing now."

"Are you going to spank me?" she asked eagerly.

"No, sweetie, not until you finish your story. But you made Daddy's balls fill up too quickly and he can't wait that long. That's why you're going to have to unload them for him now with an apology."

"Am I going to get punished another esstra for that one too, Daddy?"

"What do you think, dear?" He gave her a dismissive pat on the head. "Now listen carefully, Dee--Daddy has a special instruction for you. When the cream comes, he wants you to let it all run out of your mouth."

"But shouldn't I be eating it?"

"You will, I promise. But can you do that for Daddy?"

She nodded anxiously.

"Good. And, sweetie, don't forget where you left off."

"I won't." Holding the granite erection in her fist, Dee looked ready to pounce. "Now, Daddy?"

"Now. Ha," he sucked in when she swallowed half the length on the first try and another two inches on the second. "What, baby, you hungry for Daddy?"

"Mmmmm." Mouth full, her hand pumped rhythmically.

"Then eat him up."

Dee sucked deeply, lovingly. Her head bobbed faster and faster.

"Yes, Daddy has to make you work for your cream. Such a bad girl." One hand on her head, he watched and reveled in her performance. "That's right, you apologize to your Daddy."

A muffled grunt of frustration rose as Dee sucked and slobbered with increased ardor.

"Are you real sorry, baby?" Daddy's speech was quickly growing labored. "Looks like you need one of Daddy's special punishments tonight."

Dee's small whimper confirmed the prognosis.

"Is that right, sweetie? You need Daddy to hurt you? You want to cry for him...when he's sticking...his your tight, little...bum?"

Instead of apprehension, Dee's response was an exhilarated sharp intake of breath, which then spun into a melodic whimper of anticipation.

"All right, baby...Daddy's ready to accept now..." His eyelids fluttered shut and he threw his head back ecstatically. "...Accept...apology. Ahhh, there..."

In her excitement, Dee's rear rose higher and gyrated more emphatically. "Em...em," she puffed, cum slithering through her rosy lips.

"On your face," Daddy whispered in the midst of frenzy.

With her mouth parted, dollops of fresh white sperm ran down Dee's chin while she obediently rubbed the sputtering cock against her skin.

"There...Daddy's creaming good...for his baby." Expelling more hot semen against her soft cheek, he murmured, "Yes...he has to cream, he has to make her a good girl."

"Did I do right, Daddy?" Dee asked, having ensured his complete drainage.

His tensed body relaxed visibly. "You did very right. No, honey," he objected when she raised her shirttail, "Daddy wants to see his cream on your face. It makes you look even prettier."

For the compliment, Dee rewarded him with a beatific smile.

"Now then, where were we?"

"Where the p'incipal was getting ready to pra'tice. See, Daddy, I didn't forget," she added proudly.

"Good girl." Sated for the moment, Daddy closed his eyes. "Make sure you've eaten all your cream by the time you finish, Dee."

"I will." She quickly licked a runny drop off the back of her hand, then urgently lapped for the bulk before Daddy's inevitable wilting.

"The p'incipal said..." Dee dabbed the corner of her mouth with a finger and licked it. "I had to watch his penis very closely while he pra'ticed."

"Did he make you play with it?"

"No, but he asked if I liked it."

"Jesus, Dee," Daddy's eyes popped open, "I hope you didn't tell him his was too small too."

"'Course not! I already said his penis was very big. And I mean very big, Daddy."

Daddy couldn't hold back a chuckle.

"Then he started pumping with his hand; you know, like you do sometimes. I had to hold my titties together for him, cause he wanted to make sure he got plenty on both of them when he creamed. It didn't take him at all long, Daddy. He made a real mess too. But I didn't mind, cause it was all hot and gooey, just like yours."

"He must've gotten very horny punishing you."

"I think so too. When he was finished, he rubbed the cream into my titties with his penis and made it all gone. He said that way I might make it home before I get into any more trouble."

"Did you thank him?"

"No, Daddy," she answered, distressed by her negligence.

"Shame on you, Dee. Tomorrow, I want you to thank him properly."

"You mean the way I thank you?"

"Yes, he was very good to you, wasn't he?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Go on."

"He said I was bad cause I went into the room with Johnny alone. He said if I go in there in his abse'ce again, you and he will have to punish me together, cause I'll need to be punished a lot harder."

"Then you better not forget."

Dee swirled her tongue and deftly captured another sliding drop of goo off Daddy's hanging pouch. "I won't, I promise. But why?"

"Well, honey, you still have a lot to learn. That's why you go to school. He wants to make sure you get it right."

"Daddy, I want to do everything that makes your penis happy right." She flashed him a brilliant smile.

"You already do, baby. You already do." Daddy's voice trailed as he stroked her head.

"Oh, I almost forgot." She paused for another collection. "The p'incipal wants to see me and Johnny in his office tomorrow. He's going to smell my panties and compare them to the ones I wore today when I was bad. That's why he kept them. I have to show him my bum too. If it doesn't look punished enough, he'll have to punish me some more."

"Daddy will do his best, sweetie, but you were very, very bad. Don't be surprised if the principal is not satisfied with your bum tomorrow."

"I unnerstand," Dee said with a pout.

"Just don't forget your manners. Daddy expects you to first thank the principal, then apologize for not having done so when you should have. And, Dee, you owe Johnny an apology too."


"Are you forgetting that his dick was still horny for you when he left that room?"

Dee shook her head slowly. "No, Daddy, but that wasn't my fault."

"Doesn't matter, sweetie. What's the rule?"

"When your penis needs tending, it's my responsibility to tend to it and make it feel good."

"And even if you haven't been here to attend to it, you've still had to apologize and be punished, haven't you?"

Dee nodded agreeably, then asked, "Does that mean Johnny gets to punish me too?"

"It's his right, sweetie."

Gleam crossed calculating blue eyes before swollen lips rounded to pronounce a soft, "Oh."

"Tomorrow, Dee, you're to make up to them both. If Daddy finds out either of their dicks was not completely happy, he will invite them over and we will all punish you. You do want Daddy to be proud of you, don't you?"

"Yes, Daddy, 'course," she murmured.

"Remember, honey, it's better to thank and apologize too much than not enough. Now, have you finished eating all the cream Daddy made for you?"

With a final prudent lick, Dee nodded.

"Did you forget to tell him anything else?"

"I don't think so."

"Then it's time for your punishment."


"What, sweetheart?"

"You're the best Daddy in the whole wide world."

Daddy met her love-filled eyes with his own. "And you're the best wife any man can ask for, Dee." Stepping out of character, he lifted her chin with his finger. The sweet kiss he brushed against her lips was nothing but a frank reflection of his emotions.

"All right, hon, go get your things."

Dee sighed contentedly, then asked, "Should I take off everything?"

"You may keep your shoes and socks on."

As she hurried across the room, Daddy called out, "You better get Daddy's leather belt too, he did promise to make you cry."

Dee returned wearing only her knee socks and shoes as instructed. The small bag she placed next to Daddy's feet along with the belt contained a hand towel, a jar of Vaseline, and a slim butt plug.

When Daddy nestled lower in the seat, Dee stepped between his sprawled legs. Then she lowered herself over his thigh and laid her chest on the couch.

"Do you remember all the rules?" Daddy asked, rubbing her creamy upturned bottom.


Suddenly disgruntled, he ordered, "Higher, Dee, Daddy shouldn't have to reach too far to spank you."

Carefully, she inched forward until her back arched deeper and her feet left the floor.

"That's better. Don't forget Daddy's penis."

Dee squeezed her hand between them and took a firm hold.

"Are you ready, sweetheart?"

"Yes, Daddy."





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