Please Daddy(10)

“I want to sleep with you, Daddy,” she whined.

“Not tonight. We leave very early in the morning, and Daddy wants you to get a good night’s sleep.” She fussed as he carried her across the hall and into her room. While the rest of the house was full of antiques and massive furniture, her room was the exact opposite. The walls were light pink, the trim pristine white. Shelves laden with stuffed animals, books, and toys filled one wall. A large white, rocking chair sat in one corner of the room, a small stool occupied another. Against another wall stood a tall, leather topped table where he would attend to any one of the necessities required to provide for his little one. Lacy curtains hung at the window, the lace duplicated in the canopy that hung over her four poster, twin sized bed. It too had been custom made, making it high enough that she had to give a small jump to get into it, or her daddy had to place her on it. He set her down beside the bed and went to the dresser which was also white with large ladybug drawer pulls. Selecting two items, he returned to her.

“Arms up,” he ordered and when she obeyed, he pulled the pink nightgown over her head. Kneeling, he ordered her to lift her feet, pulling a pair of pink, ruffled panties up her legs and over her bottom. Pulling back the patchwork quilt in reds, pinks, and white, he then lifted her and slid her between the sheets.

“Hands,” he instructed, ignoring her soft whimper. The last time he’d put her to bed with a plug in her ass, she’d removed it. That had not only earned her a very harsh paddling followed by a long session on her training stool, the protruding dildo he’d attached seated deeply in her rear as she wrote line after line promising never to touch her heinie plug again, had also assured that she’d have her hands restrained for the next few times when she was put to bed while plugged. He put her into the cuffs attached to her bed, making sure there was plenty of give in the length of leather that ran from her wrists to the headboard. She turned onto her side, and he pulled the covers up, tucking her in.

“Sleep well, little one,” he said, bending to kiss her cheek. “Have sweet dreams. I love you, Coco.”

“I love you, Daddy,” she said sleepily, her eyes already closed as he stood and flipped on the baby monitor on top of her dresser. He stood in the doorway for several minutes just watching the love of his life as she drifted into sleep. Lord, he loved her so.





Chapter Six





“Wake up, sleepyhead.”

The cheerfully given instruction was met with a grumble as Colette protested, her attempt to roll away thwarted by a large palm pulling her back. Covers that had surrounded her with warmth were whisked down but she didn’t open her eyes until fingers ran up her short nightie and began to tickle her tummy.

“No!” she screeched, her body twisting a bit. “Daddy, stop!”

A deep chuckle and gorgeous brown eyes met hers when she finally acknowledged that sleepy time was over. There was no way she couldn’t return his smile or keep her body from responding when the pink gown was lifted and fingers moved to brush over her breasts, awakening her nipples instantly.

“Ah, there’s my perky girl.”

“Daddy!” she squealed, giggling as he bent to give each pointed peak a kiss. His lips brushed across her own before he stood, unlocking her cuffs. She lifted her arms to drape around his neck as he lifted her from the bed. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she decided that snuggling against his chest was even better than burrowing beneath the quilt. He didn’t put her down until they’d reached the bathroom where the tub had already been filled. Placing her on the table, it took mere seconds for him to strip her gown from her.

“Lay back, babygirl.”

The leather surface was cool against her skin, her nipples again puckering. Dalton put his fingertips into the waistband of her panties. “Lift up.” Once she had, the garment was lowered and dropped into the hamper. “All right, babygirl, hug your knees.”

It was only as she pulled her knees to her chest that the pressure the move caused had her remembering she was holding a plug in her bottom. Dalton began to work it from her heinie hole, the removal causing her to whine and gasp as nerve endings reawakened.

“Shh, Daddy’s almost got it,” he said, one hand spreading her cheeks while the other tugged.

“It hurts,” she whined again, though it didn’t really hurt…well, nothing but her sense of modesty. She would prefer to be on her tummy. Pressing her face into the soft leather allowed her to block the view of what her daddy was doing to her bottom. This knee hugging position was very embarrassing as she could see her daddy’s eyes directed on a part of her anatomy that was so very private.

“Deep breath, Coco,” he instructed, the widest part of the plug stretching her hole uncomfortably. There was an audible pop and she released her breath to give a sharp cry as the plug came free. The moment he turned away to place it on the counter by the sink, she attempted to lower her legs.

“No, keep them up. I’m going to take your temperature.”

She wanted to protest, knowing that she had no fever despite the heat of shame that flooded through her, but experience told her that her opinion didn’t matter. Colette knew she wasn’t in charge—her daddy was. That still didn’t keep her from whining a bit when the cold glass tube slid into her bottom. Dalton caught her eyes, giving her a smile as he twirled the thermometer a few times, slowly withdrawing and reseating it.

“That’s not so bad now is it?” he asked. “Your little heinie hole is open from your plug so I know this doesn’t hurt you a bit now, does it?”

“No, Daddy,” she answered truthfully, knowing he was well aware of the fact her pussy was getting slick from the attention. He removed the tube, read it and turned to place it on the counter as well.

“I’m happy to announce that you are fever free,” he said.

“Good, no more thermometers,” she said, and looking towards the sink, added, “and no more plug.”

Dalton chuckled and patted her bare bottom. “You are just too cute.” He bent forward and gave her pussy a kiss, causing additional heat to flare through her. It wasn’t near enough to set her off, but was enough to have her legs shake a bit. A fingertip tapped against her puckered rosebud as he said, “This little heinie hole will be getting quite a lot of attention, I assure you. And do you know why?”

“Nooo…”

“Because, babygirl, your daddy has neglected it for far too long. Now, up you go.”

Oh, God, why does that sound like both a threat and a promise? And why are both my pussy and heinie hole spasming?

His deep chuckle had her eyes meeting his, and her being absolutely positive he could read her thoughts though he didn’t say another word. He helped her to sit up and spent a few minutes pulling her hair into a high ponytail and securing it with several clips to keep it from becoming wet.

“Okay, Coco, into the tub.”

Once settled in the warm water, she was about to lay her head back when he said, “No, sweetie. This is going to be a quick bath. We don’t have time to play. Sit up now.”

“But it’s so early,” she whined, but obediently reached for the washcloth that was laying on the edge of the bathtub.

Busy at the sink, washing both items that had been inside her, he shook his head. “How on earth you manage to get up even earlier to go to work amazes me. It is almost nine o’clock and if we don’t get a move on, then our flight is going to take off without us. Though I suppose that we could find plenty of ways to keep ourselves occupied and have a staycation.”

Pulling the cloth away from her face, his words drove any remaining sleepiness from her. Vacation! Today was the first day of their holiday. “How could I have forgotten?” she squealed, the washcloth flying over her arms, breasts, and tummy, water splashing a bit as she lifted each leg to give them a single swipe. “I’m finished, Daddy. Hurry. Get me out,” she demanded, draping the cloth over the edge and moving to stand.

“Excuse me,” Dalton said, turning from the sink, his eyebrow lifting. “Some little girl seems to be forgetting who exactly is in charge here.”

The tone was enough to have her remember that vacation or not, she did not speak to her daddy so sharply unless she wanted to feel a sharp smack against her ass…her wet ass.

“Sorry, Daddy, I’m just so excited. You never did tell me where we are going—”

“And I’m still not. Anticipation will make it all the better.”

She harrumphed her disagreement but her daddy just smiled and came to the tub. “You’re finished, huh?”

“Yes, sir. What am I going to wear? What is the weather going to be like? What—”

“Coco, I did not see you wash your kitty or your bottom,” he chided, picking up the washcloth, dipping it into the water before squirting soap onto it and working it into a lather. “Spread your legs.”

Flushing, she obeyed, holding onto his shoulders as he ran the cloth between her legs. This was nothing like the bubble bath of the night before. There were no slow, languid movements, and yet he didn’t ignore a single inch of her pussy. Thick fingers of one hand spread the lips of her vulva, the cloth held in the other hand thoroughly washing every crease and cranny of her sex. Her legs began to tremble as her clit began to throb. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t teasing or attempting to arouse her; her body responded anyway. Her soft moan had his eyes lifting to find hers. His grin said that though he’d most likely agree a nice little climax would be a wonderful start to her day, the fact that his fingers disappeared told her that she was to be disappointed. Instead, he guided her to turn, gave her instructions that had her face heating as she spread her cheeks apart so he could give her bottom a good scrubbing, paying particular attention to her little puckered hole.