Daddy loves his little daughter, The only time I spent the night in jail was over my Maddie. She was my angel, my sweet girl, my spitting image. Her mother made the mistake of pulling her from my arms while my girl was screaming and crying my name.
I had never known fury or strength like I did then. I rammed the door with my shoulder so that it shuddered. It was a trash trailer door and when I rammed it again the lock snapped.
My ex wife looked at me with terror and rage. But I wasn’t paying attention. All I could see was Maddie. She held her hands out for me still and there was nothing but adoration and helpless need in those little angel eyes. I sang to her, softly, and she smiled in relief.
That smile was worth the night in the jail cell. I’ve always said it. My Maddie brought out the best and the worst of me.
After that I threw myself into my life. I had screwed up my first chance at school, my first chance at everything. But then Maddie was born. It’s hard to believe now but when her mother came to me and told me I would be a father, I fought it. She was having sex with at least two others, my promiscuous and bipolar ex wife. I said that she wasn’t mine. I said it right up until my Maddie was born.
And then I saw her eyes. There was no denying it anymore. Those were my eyes. I fell in love like I had never loved her mother or anyone else before her.
And there was no failure for an option. I served my marine corps and used it for a college fund, where I studied computer sciences. The years were torture. Maddie’s mother had custody of her and she moved around a lot, switching from boy to boy. I hated it. The thought of Maddie in unsteady environments made me sick. I looked forward to every weekend I had custody of her and kept her in my dorm room when I was in college and she was a toddler. I didn’t get many dates with Maddie. But I didn’t want them anyway, not after what her mother had put me through. I wanted nothing besides my Maddie. And my end goal was an environment so steady and smooth that I could fight for custody of her. I kept every text, every email, every record of her mother’s inadequacy for proof on the day I would need it. My brother in law was a wonderful lawyer who was willing to help since I had proven myself. I won him over with my marine service.
But it didn’t matter. The year after I graduated her mother approached me without a fight. I had always been wonderful with computer sciences and my job opportunities were beautiful in their steadiness. I wouldn’t call them lavish but they were certainly more than I could have hoped for.
And her mother had heard. So she offered to sign Maddie over to me if I continued to pay her child support and raised my daughter. In effect, she sold our daughter to me.
I didn’t hesitate. I took her in an instant, knowing that there was no place in the world better for my daughter than by side. I was a man possessed over her. She was too quiet when I first got her and it upset me to see the insecurities of an unstable home in her eyes at first. So I homeschooled her. I refused to give my little girl back to the world. She was mine and she would live like a princess. I bought her stuffed animals and dresses. I bought her nail polishes and makeup and glitter and ribbons. I raised her in a castle of a bedroom with a princess canopy and butterflies decorating everything. Oh she had her teenage rebellions, but overall she was a wonderful child.
Maddie has always brought out the worst and the best in me.
After her 18th birthday and graduation I persuaded her to take a year off school to decide what she wished to do with her life. Maddie was indecisive at the best of times and she loved to learn. The problem was that she loved to learn everything and couldn’t choose a favorite area of study. She grinned at me shyly when I suggested it. “You… you wouldn’t be disappointed in me for taking a year, Daddy?”
“Of course not, Muffin. All I ask is that you help me with my own work at times. Is that in agreement?”
“Yes, Daddy, of course. Daddy, there’s this boy at the book store sometimes and a movie comes out Friday that I want-”
“No. I will take you.” The words were a snap out of my mouth. The thought of a boy with my daughter filled me with rage. She’d been through enough. I would not see her heart broken as well.
Her lip quivered. “But, daddy… I… I want to be held and… stuff.”
I looked around her room, where we both sat on the edge of the bed. It had never really changed. Stuffed animals covered her bed and the butterflies glittered down at me happily. I looked at Maddie. “Muffin, no. I will hold you and keep you company.”
Tears welled in her eyes and I hated myself, but I would not back down. She was mine. And I would not give her away. “D-daddy there are other… other things. I… I don’t really understand them but I… I want… I hurt sometimes.”
I disliked the thought of her suffering. I lay down on her bed and tucked her gently into my arms, spooning her close to me and kissing her cheek. ” Maddie, dearest… Daddy’s got you.”
She turned around in my arms, cuddling closer to my chest and burying her nose in my shirt. “Will you pet me daddy?”
“Sure, Muffin.” And I did. I stroked her long hair from her crown down her back in long, soothing strokes. I rubbed gentle circles on her shoulders and held her safely in my arms.
Maddie’s hand moved lower from where she held me. She stroked my side and nuzzled my chest. For a moment, I didn’t even realize quite what she was doing. She was so slow and steady. She moved her hand in matching circles to mine and stroked her way down my side. Down to my thigh…
“Muffin!” I grasped her hand, shocked, and met her innocent wide eyes. She froze when I grabbed her hand, staring at me.
“Did I do something wrong, Daddy?”
I held her hand for a while longer before deciding to let go and not draw attention to her actions. “No, princess. Come here. Cuddle with me some more.”
Had she meant to do what I thought? Or was it me who was interested in her and had misinterpreted? As I cradled little Maddie, I wasn’t sure. She had turned to a lovely young lady and I was possessive over her, it was true. I had always had fetishes and it had always made me question myself.
As I cradled Maddie, I decided that maybe it had just been a while since I found a playmate. I never dated after divorcing her mother, but I had needs, it was true. And I had more specific needs than most, but I had used discretion in finding partners for those desires and always treated them politely. There were a few playmates I could get hold of.
I decided to call one that night and have a date. That must have been it. I just needed to clear my head.
I cradled Maddie and watched a movie with her until she went to sleep and then I made my call. The girl was eager to play and home alone on a Friday night.
It was so easy to leave quietly and leave my lovely daughter to her night time dreams.
“Oh, daddy, yes. That feels so good. I’m sorry I was bad.”
Her name was Sylvie. She was smaller in stature and downright cute in her submission. She also had a mouthy streak that I found needed correcting every time we first met up with each other again. At the moment I pet her drenched little pussy after giving her paddling. “I can tell that feels good. You’re dripping, Muffin. Good girls don’t have such foul mouths. I should clean your mouth with soap, but you took your paddling quite well. Why don’t you wash your mouth with daddy’s cum instead and we’ll call it even?”
“Oh, yes, daddy! Thank you for teaching me, daddy.” I smiled while Sylvie knelt in front of me. She didn’t just start sucking my cock. She started slowly, worshiping it in her apology.
I groaned. “Oh, yes. That’s a good girl. Let my cock know how grateful you are too, sweet girl.”
“Oh, yes, daddy.” I threw my head back, gritting my teeth as my cock swelled in her mouth. I throbbed in need and part of me wanted to fuck her sweet little throat, but…
If I were honest with myself? I always held myself back in these little sessions. It was nothing against Sylvie at all, but it wasn’t her throat I wanted to use so viciously.
Sylvie nursed on my cock, sucking like an angel, and I thought of the real Muffin, the one I’d left at home, sleeping on the couch where she’d fallen asleep. These fantasies filled me with guilt but I couldn’t stop myself. She was a beautiful girl and she was vibrant with the life I had given her. It had always just been Maddie and I and our relationship was special. She looked to me for everything and I? I wanted to give her everything, even this.
I grabbed the back of Sylvie’s head, threading my hands in her hair, unable to take any more. I thrust myself into her mouth in a few short strokes and cursed when pleasure built in my cock and hot cum pumped into Sylvie’s mouth. She moaned in the back of her throat, the sound vibrating across my head as I continued thrusting with a gasp. I twitched in Sylvie’s mouth with the last few bursts of cum.
“Maddie,” I whispered, so low that Sylvie wouldn’t hear.
“Daddy, that was a lot of cum!”
I brought myself back to the moment and smiled down at her, pleasure infusing my features. “It was a lot of cum, wasn’t it, sweet girl? I’ve needed that for a long time. And now, you deserve a very big reward. Remember to watch your mouth, yes?”
“Oh, yes, daddy! Anything you say.”
God, she was good, little Sylvie. And she was a perfect playmate for me. She had no desire for a lasting relationship and every night we left on cordial terms that could easily be cut loose if we both decided to. And she played her part for a night at a time with ease. The only problem was I knew the real Sylvie too. She wasn’t nice at all. This was just the stress relief of a stone cold bitch who made too many decisions in her day to day life.
She wasn’t the one I truly desired.
When I got home, I meant to walk to bed with my toy bag and shower quickly so as not to wake Maddie. But the light in my living room snapped on before I could disappear down the hallway to the bedrooms. Maddie rounded the corner, an odd look on her face, one I hadn’t really seen before and couldn’t place.
“You were gone, daddy,” she said softly.
I smiled. “I’m back, Muffin. It’s alright. It’s past bed time now. Let’s go to sleep, love.”
She didn’t move. She crossed her arms across her stomach. “You had a date, didn’t you?”
“Yes. I had a date. Muffin, don’t question.” I said it gently, an easy reminder. That was generally all it took.
“Fuck you.”
She walked past me down the hallway to our bedrooms and I was so stunned that it took me a moment to catch up to her and grab her wrist. “Excuse me, Maddison?”
She turned with anger in her eyes. “I didn’t fucking stutter.”
I couldn’t believe it. She was never like this, never outright disrespectful. I tightened my grip on her wrist in controlled anger. Instead of her room I yanked her into the closer bathroom and turned on the lights, forcing her inside.
“What the hell are you doing?”
Instead of answering I grabbed the bar soap from the counter and turned to her with it. She laughed. “You’re not serious right n-”
I cut her off by grabbing her jaw in a vice grip and forcing the soap bar between her teeth. Her eyes went wide in shock. I halfway expected her to spit it right back out in defiance, but it seemed that the shock won. She held the soap in her mouth.
I wasn’t satisfied. I placed her hands on the bathroom counter. “If you fight me or move, this will turn a lot worse and a lot more painful.” She nodded, her eyes wide with fear and her mouth stretched around the soap. I pulled her cute little pajama shorts down to her knees and braced my arm on her lower back, slapping my palm hard on her ass. She squealed around the soap, but she didn’t dare drop it. She held it clamped in her teeth.
I slapped her ass three more times, hard and quick, disciplined anger at her defiance.
The arousal was worse. It didn’t escape me how much this was like the fantasies I played out. How could it?
I slapped her ass twice more, turning it red and listening to Maddie whimper. Tears formed in her eyes in the bathroom mirror. Silently I spanked her harder, four more times.
She didn’t struggle at all when I undid my belt and folded it. She just jumped when it struck and her yelp turned louder. She shifted from foot to foot and snorted through her nose, sobbing now.
I slapped her twice more with the belt and it seemed to take an eternity. Despite my night, my cock raged with a hard on and I tried everything in my power to ignore it beneath my basketball shorts.
I set the belt down and grabbed Maddie’s jaw, forcing her to meet my eyes. Hers were wide. It was all I could do to not smile gently at the shock and reassure her that all was alright. “You are a lady. Those words do not belong in your mouth and they certainly do not belong in it while directed at me. Do you understand, Maddison Claire?” She nodded fervently and I grabbed the soap bar from between her teeth. Only then did she open her mouth and release. There were teeth marks in the soap where she’d held it in such fear. “Apologize for your disrespect. No, don’t look down. You know what you did. Look me in the eye when you own up to your mistakes.”
She had to force herself to meet my eye and her voice was almost inaudible with remorse. “I’m sorry I back talked and said such words and disrespected you, Daddy.”
I stared at her a moment longer before I allowed myself to smile. “It’s alright. I don’t know what came over you, but I don’t want to see it again, Muffin. Now, brush your teeth, there’s a good girl.”
She did it quietly, her eyes darting to mine in the mirror. They were still wide and dilated. With fear? I hoped not. I hadn’t wished to frighten her so badly.
She kept her head bowed while I tucked her in. And when she rolled over for bed, I had to scold her. “Now, Muffin. That’s not how you say goodnight to daddy. Don’t disrespect me after punishment.”
Immediately she turned and hugged me tight. She kissed my cheek near the corner of my lips. “Yes, daddy. Of course not. Sleep well, daddy.”
I chuckled and pat her head. “There’s a good girl. Let’s start off better tomorrow, yes?”
I woke in the night like I often did, in need of water. I didn’t know when the habit had started but it was almost a nightly ritual. In fact, it was almost relaxing anymore. I stood up from bed and walked down the hall, not bothering with the hallway light. In the dark I noticed something though. I had forgotten all about my toy bag after the incident with my rebellious daughter.
It was open.
There was a soft mouse like sound from the living room. I would have had to walk through there to get to my kitchen anyway, but now I turned on the light.
Maddie lay on the sofa, her legs spread wide and her shorts thrown to the ground. The sound was of her whimpers from where she fucked her tight little pussy open with the handle of my paddle. The words “daddy’s girl” shown on the side of the paddle as she pumped her cunt hard and fast. With her other hand she stroked her ass where I had spanked her.
When the lights came on her eyes snapped open and she met my gaze. “Daddy, I- Oh god!” The last was a shout and she shoved the paddle handle hard, arching to the ceiling in her orgasm at the mere site of me.
She quivered on the couch and stared at me at the end, terror in her eyes. “D-daddy. I- I can explain. Please don’t punish me. I’m sorry I went through your bag but I was curious. I didn’t mean… I didn’t-”
I cut her off. “I won’t punish you.” It was the only thing I could think of. And I wouldn’t punish her. God knows I wouldn’t do that. I wanted to encourage her. I wanted to see more of her. I wanted to tell her how much of a good little daddy’s girl she was to enjoy the punishment from her father’s hand. My cock was rock hard at the sight of her. I hadn’t alleviated anything after punishing her, instead just showering and falling to bed. It tormented me now with a vengeance. So I crossed a line. I told her a little bit of what I so badly wanted to.
“No, Muffin. I won’t punish you. It’s alright to feel such pleasure at having been disciplined. Your body knows you were bad and needed it. Of course I won’t punish you.”
“What do you mean, daddy?” She grabbed her shorts and put them on. I didn’t stop her, but I did walk to the couch to sit next to her. I picked up the paddle by the wide end, the unfucked end, studying the handle. She had made a mess over it.
I looked at her. “I mean that sometimes your body knows that your punishment was good for you. You know you were wrong to be so disrespectful to daddy, don’t you? You’re such a good girl for feeling pleasure at your punishment, Maddie.”
She smiled shyly. “I… I like that I’m a good girl.”
I smiled. “You should.” I held up the paddle, showing her all the cum on the handle. I wanted to hold it up to my nose and inhale, show her how much I would love her scent, show her how much I would love how wet she was after a punishment. I wanted to show her how wonderful of a girl she was by burying my nose between her slender thighs and taking nice deep breaths right by her clit. My fantasies ran rampant and my cock throbbed.
Instead, I let her see her own cum. “That’s for good girls, sweetheart.”
She bit her lip. “What if I wanted… more?”
I chuckled. “That’s not unusual. Many good girls require daily spankings to keep them happy. It’s alright, Muffin. Come. Would it reassure you to sleep by daddy tonight?”
She beamed and hugged me. “Oh, yes daddy. I’m nervous now. I’m sorry. I believe you, I promise. I would just like cuddles right now too.”
I lifted her easily into my arms. “Good girls can have anything they wish, my love. And you are a very good girl.” I left the paddle on the table, glistening with my daughter’s girl cum. “Muffin, have you been playing with yourself for a while now?”
She hid her face in my chest, but not before I could see the blush spread across her freckled face. “Not very long, daddy. A year or two. How come?”
“No questioning, Muffin,” I said gently. “And I just wondered if you had bled any while playing with yourself. Unusually bright blood.”
She lifted her face, her eyes wide. “Daddy, is there something wrong with me?” The look on her face was more terrified than when I’d spanked her.
I rubbed her back. “I take it that you did. And not at all. It’s perfectly normal. It just means that your body is physically, technically, not virginal anymore. Although, most people consider virginity actual sex with another person.” I kissed her forehead. “Did it hurt Muffin?”
I laid her in my bed and curled up beside her. She snuggled down against my side, laying her head on my shoulder. “Yes, daddy. It just felt… raw though. Everything sort of hurt. I didn’t pay much attention until I saw the blood actually. It felt so raw but there were other pleasures. It was strange.”
“I imagine it was. I just wondered. I’m sorry it caused you pain. Be careful, Muffin. That’s all I ask.”
“Of course, daddy.” For a long while she was silent. And then she whispered. “It tastes good. It tastes strange, but good. When I’m… when I’m a good girl I mean and my body likes it.”
Damn it. I closed my eyes and breathed evenly. “I imagine it does, Muffin. That’s because whenever you please yourself like you did tonight, you’re supposed to be a tidy girl and clean up after yourself. Your body will like it when you lick your toys clean.”
Jesus, the line was gone now, but I’d said the words so many times in my games and in fantasy that they felt so right. They flowed together when I spoke them.
“Oh! Oh daddy, I’m sorry. I’ll clean up now.”
Before I could stop her she unfurled herself and hopped out of bed, padding down the hallway. I tried to force myself to stay put, to wait for her. But I wasn’t content in just imagining her. I wanted to see it. Would she lick the paddle handle? The kitchen sink was just a room over if she so wished. I got up and followed her after a few seconds of a lost internal war.
When I found her, she was kneeling on the floor by the coffee table where I’d left the paddle. She held it in both hands and licked it innocently, like a cat licking cream. She pulled back a moment and bit her lip happily at whatever she tasted like and turned the handle before sucking at the end of it like it was a lollipop. Her eyes danced with playfulness.
I throbbed with sexuality in response.
After a moment or two she held it up. “Like this, daddy?”
I took the paddle, studying the handle. There wasn’t a bit of cum left on it.
It didn’t matter. “You did very well, Muffin, but not quite done. Open your mouth.” She looked up at me from the floor and opened her mouth wide, her hands folded in her lap. I threaded my fingertips into her hair gently and held her head still, sliding the paddle handle between her lips. “Close your mouth and suck,” I whispered.
She did that and my cock throbbed. I couldn’t stop myself. She was so sweet looking up at me, her eyes a guileless image of mine. I pumped the paddle handle deeper into her mouth and her eyes widened. She didn’t stop, though. No, little Muffin wouldn’t do that. She kept sucking. I withdrew the handle to the end and fed it back into her mouth, deeper this time. She tilted her head and her nostrils flared as she inhaled the scent of the cum she sucked. It was simultaneously innocent and obscene.
She met my eyes again and held my gaze as I withdrew the handle and twisted it, thrusting it rapidly in and out of her mouth. She whimpered in pleasure softly and I inhaled sharply, my blood thrumming in pleasure.
Still, I fucked her face with the paddle handle. And I didn’t kid myself that it was anything besides that. I had fantasized about Maddie for so long and had never crossed boundaries, but now I had and it was like a drug. Every line felt easier and easier to ignore.
Still, she held my eyes. My thrusts of the handle had turned harsher until now, her eyes watered and she choked occasionally. But she didn’t fight, not a bit. She took every inch I fed to her mouth with obedient abandon. My hand had tightened in her hair. It had to hurt but she didn’t show it if it did. The only look in her eyes was fervent pleasure.
“Yes, good girl,” I purred. “This is exactly how good girls are. This makes you feel good, doesn’t it, Muffin?”
Her answer was immediate and muffled with her mouth full. “Uh huh!”
“See? Your body is so happy with how much of a good girl you are. It makes me feel good too.”
She closed her eyes, her lips curving up in a smile. I tilted her head back farther and forced the handle deeper than I had yet. She gagged but swallowed and I watched her throat work to take all of it, fascinated and horny as fuck. For a long while, I held her that way, staring down at her with paddle handle settled deep in her throat.
And then I withdrew, whispering. “All clean.”
She seemed dazed. “Daddy, why does your paddle for your date say “daddy’s girl”? Um, what kind of date was it?”
I carried her back to bed. Thank god the next day was a Saturday. “A fantasy one that doesn’t do real life justice, Muffin. Do you want the paddle instead?”
“I am daddy’s girl. Not your date.”
Her anger from earlier clicked into place. “Were you jealous when I got home, Muffin?”
She bit her lip and nodded. I collapsed in bed beside her and cradled her close. “The paddle is yours. It was always yours. I’ll explain more when you can understand better. Go to sleep now, Muffin. Be a good girl.”
“Yes, daddy.” She cuddled sleepily and was out in a moment.
My last thought before falling asleep was, To hell with the lines. Maddie was mine. I had raised her and taught her in everything else. I would raise her in this too. And I would be ever so gentle and slow in teaching her to be exactly how she should behave. No one would give this as much care as I would, of that I was certain. No one knew Maddie like I did. She trusted no one else like she trusted me and I doubt she ever would.
In return, I would live up to her trust. I cradled her in my arms and fell asleep with one arm protectively covering her. Maddie didn’t stir once from the spot. She nestled into the protection easily.
I slept peacefully with the decision.
Maddie’s stirring awake woke me in the morning. My eyes snapped open and I looked down to see her yawn sleepily. She was slower to wake than I was, but she came to with a languid smile. “Good morning, daddy.”
“Good morning, Muffin. Tell me something, sweetheart. Yesterday when we cuddled in your bed, what were you thinking of when you were touching me?”
She blinked and went tense despite her sleepiness. “I- I was thinking that I hurt and you were so close, daddy.”
“You hurt, Muffin?” I knew what she meant. But I wanted her comfortable with speaking it.
She blushed furiously. “Y-yes, hurt. Sort of. My body hurt last night too. I felt good and wanted.. I wanted…”
“You were seeking pleasure, yes? Just like you wanted to touch your little pussy last night after your punishment?”
She quivered. “Daddy!”
“Muffin. Good little girls aren’t embarrassed to daddy. I know you’re a good girl. Come now. Say the words. Say “yes, daddy, my pussy wanted to be touched.” Look up at me and say it, Muffin.”
She had to force herself. Her face was blood red. “Yes, daddy, my pussy wanted to be touched.”
I smiled in pure pleasure. “Good girl. I know that was difficult. You’re such a brave daddy’s girl. Was your pussy wet after I helped you clean up your mess from the paddle handle? Answer like a big girl, princess. Tell me the truth.”
She still held my gaze. Ah, she was truly such an angel beneath my hands. “Yes, daddy, my pussy was very wet.”
I held her tight. “Good girl. This will get easier as we talk more, Muffin. From now on, whenever you hurt, I want you to tell me what made your pussy ache and ask me for permission to stroke it better. Understood?”
She inhaled sharply. “Daddy, I’m still… Er.” She peaked at me shyly. “Horny?” Adorably she watched my reaction to the word and waited until I nodded encouragingly. “I’m still horny from last night and you telling me to ask makes me scared. But, very horny.”
I chuckled. “Of course it does. That’s because good girls always ask permission. Remember, your body likes being a good girl. Go on. Go take a shower. Try using the shower sprayer pulse on your cunt. You will enjoy it. Make yourself cum twice, Muffin, once for last night as well. You deserve it for being so good.”
She grinned shyly and crawled out of bed, disappearing behind my bathroom door. A moment later I heard the shower start and stroked my cock, thinking of my daughter petting her clit and remembering last night, remembering what I’d done to her in punishment and filling her mouth around the paddle handle.
It didn’t take me long to orgasm. I had been straining for relief so badly that it was amazing I could sleep well. The pleasure tightened my balls and I gasped when cum spritzed my blankets. Eventually, of course, I would teach Maddie that good girls loved the taste of their daddy’s cum and she would clean it up as well as she learned to clean her own cum off of toys. Eventually.
Oh, how I looked forward to training my daughter. I flipped through porn images on my phone, an idea occurring to me. I went through all of my own fetishes. Submissives on their knees before a master. A female being caned and crying at her punishment. A few hentai ones of girls tied up and used by massive tentacles. Some of girls having their tight assholes stretched open with a cock or a toy. I saved them to a gallery on my phone.
By the time Maddie was finished and stepped out of the bathroom I had a decent amount of images. She glowed with relieved pleasure when I smiled at her. “Oh, daddy.” She bit her lip but then made herself speak. “I really enjoyed the shower spray. Thank you for letting me.”
“Good girl, princess. Come sit on my lap. I have something I want to show you.”
“Yes, daddy.” She tugged the end of her hair and crawled onto the bed before settling between my legs and leaning back against my chest. “Daddy, it makes me feel good to thank you.”
Did she realize just how perfect she was? Could she ever understand how well she responded to everything I could hope for her to? “Of course you do, Muffin. Good girls are polite. I want to show you pictures. I want to know how well you like them. I know it will be embarrassing at first but I want you to be brave, alright?”
“Yes, daddy.” Her voice quivered just a bit but she cuddled closer to me in her fear.
I wrapped my arms around her and held the phone in front so that she had a good view. I started nice and easy. The initial pictures were tease pictures. Girls with lingerie tied up or in a pose of submission. Maddie seemed to become transfixed with them. “Daddy,” she breathed. “Is this how good girls are?”
“Yes,” I answered softly. “Oh yes.”
“I… I do like it, yes.”
“Keep watching.” They turned steadily more obscene, more blatantly sexual. Pain was added and a bit of humiliation. But I had done well with my warm up for Maddie. She was aroused. Very aroused. For one thing, I could smell it from where I sat above her. It was faint, but intoxicating. There was no denying that damp scent of sex.
For another, the edge was taken quite nicely off her embarrassment. She moaned when I showed her one of a girl pissing on the toilet while her master watched. When she saw one of a girl nipple clamped with her master holding the chain like a leash, Maddie cupped her breasts delicately before she could even realize what she was doing. She dropped her hands again but she shifted restlessly between my legs. I watched her grind the heel of her foot between her legs and the scent of her pussy grew stronger.
I welcomed it and took nice, deep breaths. When she was more comfortable I would take these breaths with my nose right against her clit.
The images turned harder and went into hentai. My daughter groaned at the sight of a girl’s ass being forcibly, painfully stretched open around cock shaped tentacles. Maddie’s legs shook under her, she was so tense. “Daddy…”
I pulled her back further onto my lap, positioning her so that my cock rubbed her pussy through my boxers and her thin pajama pants. Maddie didn’t fight. She was too aroused. She ground herself on my cock, mindlessly seeking pleasure. “It’s alright, Muffin. Go ahead. It’s alright for that little pussy to need pleasure at the pictures of good girls. Did you like the ones with their assholes being taken?”
She lifted herself up and down on my lap, practically dancing in her search for pleasure. “Oh, yes, daddy. They let their partners have any pleasure they want?”
“Yes, Muffin. Even if their assholes were painful to take a cock in, good little girls would gladly take it still. Are you going to cum from those pictures?”
“Oh, daddy, if you tell me I can. That made me so horny!”
I chuckled. “Good girl. Go ahead and cum. Take what you need from daddy.”
It was all the encouragement she needed. She dry fucked my cock in a frenzy, her body writhing in a fierce rhythm. I thrust into her, closing my eyes and breathing hard.
Maddie cried out pathetically in her pleasure, whimpering in her orgasm. She crawled away from my lap and turned to stare at me, her eyes wide and lost.
My poor girl. So insecure in the discovery of her sexuality. “It’s okay Maddie,” I whispered. “It’s all okay. You’re my good girl. You always will be. Don’t feel guilty that you wanted me. I want you.”
She threw herself back into my arms, a sob wrenching from her throat. “Daddy… daddy, I love you. Thank you. Thank you so much.”
I closed my eyes and held her close, rocking her until she settled back down and was okay again.
After Maddison was settled I took my shower quickly and went back to the living room. She was curled up on the couch with a stuffed animal and she grinned shyly at me.
I smiled back. “Hungry, Muffin?”
Her grin widened immediately. “Oh, yes, daddy! What’s for breakfast?”
I chuckled. We had a tradition of my making breakfast on weekends. Through the week we tended towards something quicker in the mornings, like cereal or biscuits. But on the weekends, I went all out. Always. She always asked that question. And I always had the same reply. “It’s a surprise, Muffin. Come and keep me company while I cook.”
She hopped up and followed me. I turned on the kitchen light and she sat down at her chair at the table. “I’ll need your help later today for one of my freelance jobs for an office.”
“Yes, daddy.” She leaned against her chair like she always did. Her body was relaxed, which pleased me. She was taking to our new relationship quite well then.
“You were embarrassed of telling me your pussy was wet, Maddie.”
She blushed instantly. My poor daughter. “Yes, daddy,” she whispered, looking down.
“Oh, Muffin. Let me help you. Be obedient even when it’s difficult, understood? You will need to be brave, but I will help you. I always will.”
“Yes, daddy,” she said softly.
“Good girl. Take your shirt and shorts off so that you’re only in your bra and underwear.”
She inhaled sharply and hesitated. When I turned to her and lifted my eyebrow in expectation, however, she stood and began removing her clothes as I commanded. She took her shirt off first and folded it tidily over the back of her chair. Her pajama shorts were next and she stepped gracefully out of those, leaving only her lacy bra and adorable sheer panties. She went to fold the shorts over her chair as well but I stopped her with a command. “Bring those here.”
She swallowed but did as she was bade. “Yes, daddy.”
I held out my hand and she gave them to me. I stared her in the eyes, remembering how strongly she had smelled of cum as she ground herself on my cock, certain that it had soaked through her panties. I held her shorts to my nose, closed my eyes, and inhaled the scent of her sex.
She gasped and I smiled, opening my eyes again to stare at her. Her face was red with her blush. “Here, take a nice deep breath, Muffin.”
I had been right in thinking that cum saturated her fabric shorts. The crotch of them smelled like pure heaven. I pressed the center to Maddie’s nose, making sure she would get all of the pure hot scent. She sniffed just slightly, but I tsked her. “No, Muffin. You can do better than that.” She whimpered… and then she inhaled a long shuddering pull of her own cum scent. “Yes, much better,” I cooed. “Good girl. Breathe again. That smells good, doesn’t it?” When she opened her eyes, they were dilated. I smiled encouragingly. “You can keep breathing it in. That’s a very good girl. There’s no reason to be embarrassed of this, Muffin, not to me. I love the smell of your lust. I could breathe the scent of your little cunt all night, princess.” Crass? Oh yes. But she responded to it violently. Her eyes shuddered and she kept inhaling. I stood with her there for as long as I could before I needed to tend our breakfast. I pat her ass gently. “Go back to your seat. We will talk just like normal. I just wanted to show you that you had nothing to be ashamed of.”
She took her pajamas from my hand and smiled shyly at me. “Thank you, daddy. You’re a very good teacher.”
I laughed. “I’m glad you think so, princess. What book are you reading?”
She took to the morning conversation just like she always would, my precious Muffin. Lately she’d been reading her way steadily through my bookshelves, which consisted largely of old style fantasy epics. Eddings, Brooks, Goodkind, Modesitt, and the like. She devoured them. And no one could get into a book quite like Maddie. She threw herself into a story like she threw herself into Math and Programming Languages.
“I think he totally was a whore for Ayn Rand, daddy.”
I laughed. “Reached the book with the statue and the socialist society, did you?”
“Yes, and I hate myself for loving it as much as I do. I mean it’s not as fascinating as the cat demon rape in the second book, but I’m pretty sure the statue is the exact same statue as the one of Dominique Francon in the freaking Fountainhead and- oh! Turkey, bacon, egg, and cheese melts!”
I grinned. We both loved breakfast. “Yes. Come and sit on my lap this time, sweetheart. I want you close at the moment.”
“Yes, daddy. I would like to be close too.” She walked around to where I set her plate and curled up in my lap. She stiffened with a sharp breath when she felt how hard my cock was and closed her eyes, shivering. “Daddy… I-I liked smelling my pussy from your hands. And I like it when you’re hard. It makes my pussy wet.”
“Does it? Good girl, Muffin. Stand up and let me see.”
She swallowed and stood in front of my chair. But I was much larger than my Muffin and still too tall even sitting while she was standing. I tsked. “This won’t do at all, will it? I need a nice, close view of how wet you are.” My Maddie didn’t realize quite what she did for me but I fell into my dominance role with more comfort than I felt in my daily role as a parent. The filthy talk and control was like a balm to me. I dominated like others relaxed on the beach, with all the ease of a vacation that I craved. It was part of me in a deep way.
I got down on my knees in front of Maddie. My daughter’s face turned red again as I put my face inches from cunt. I studied her with the intention of describing every last filthy detail I noticed. Why? Because it was what my dominance demanded of me. Because it made my cock rock hard even as I knew it would stir my lovely daughter’s submission to me.
“Oh, my, Muffin. I do see now. You’ve drenched your pussy lips so much that I can see the outline of your panties clinging to them. You might even drip if you took off your cute underwear.” I pretended to deliberate for a moment, though I already knew what I was going to have her do. “In fact, why don’t you take them off for me and spread your cunt open with your fingers so that I can see inside you to see all of that white cum?” She gasped and I chuckled. “Oh, yes. Come now, Muffin. Undress for me.”
She moaned something between a sob of desire and a plea for mercy. I hoped it was mostly the former because she would get none of the latter from me. Whatever it was, Maddie whimpered and obeyed. She trembled and with quivering fingers slid her lacy underwear down her legs, stepping out of them. I placed my hands gently, but firmly, on her thighs, keeping her spread. “Good girl. Yes, very good. Now reach down with your hands and spread your pussy open. I want a nice view of the inside. Go on, Muffin. Obey daddy.”
“Yes, daddy.” Her voice shook with terror. And still. She obeyed. She took both hands and made a triangle, holding her nether lips open.
I stared, studying. Her hole was far too small to offer me any view, but even so white cum wept from the tiny entrance, practically begging to be used to spread and stretch her. I yearned for when it would be my cock slowly, but surely opening that tiny entrance, splitting her open. I would have to use my phone to get a close up view to watch in more detail later since I would be busy fucking my precious daughter. “Good girl.” My voice was a drawn out purr of pleasure, a sound that even I didn’t have much control over. “You are very aroused. Your pussy is nice and swollen. These lips get darker when you’re a good girl like this. And then, of course, I can smell you.” I put my nose right near her opening and inhaled. “You smell wonderful, Muffin.”
“Daddy!” She shouted the word quite suddenly, letting go of herself and grasping my hair in desperation instead. Her hips thrust but I held them steady and pulled my face just out of her reach. Even so, her pussy twitched like a mouth craving to be fed and a single drip of her cum fell from her cunt. I licked it as it clung to her, careful that my tongue didn’t touch her. The taste was a tease to ignite us both and I knew it, but I wanted to be pushed to my filthy edges. I enjoyed walking that edge and dominating on it.
There would be no edge as intense as the one with my daughter.
Maddie broke the reverie, her voice breathless and shaking. “I d-didn’t ask… didn’t ask permission…” Too much terror in that voice. Not okay.
Before I stood, I helped her back into her panties, and then I settled her on my lap with her breakfast in front of her. “Sometimes, princess, you won’t have much control. That’s okay. I understand those moments all to well. I can’t tell you how much that pleased me. You put your trust in me so well and you were so brave. I’ll always reward your bravery.” I cradled her and after a moment, she picked up her sandwich and took a small bite. After a few moments her body relaxed bit by bit in my arms. I pet her lovingly and she smiled, her eyes shy at first, but then braver.
With a little tender care and affection, Maddie went back to herself in the course of 30 minutes. It cost me nothing and it meant the world to both of us. It was one of my most cherished parts of domination.
With Muffin, the aftercare was all the better.
In the afternoon, Muffin fell back into our routine easily, if hesitantly. She had a few moments of insecurity though, but then she always had. For instance, she watched me get dressed in jeans and a Metallica shirt and then she disappeared and came back with a blue jean mini skirt and a Megadeth shirt. She put her long mousy brown hair back in an adorable ponytail and grabbed a stuffed lynx to take with her for the job I’d recruited her for.
During my odd jobs, I could often get a call for something fun like networking. Most usually I got calls for anti viral cleanup on a laptop.
And then sometimes, like today, I got calls for something flat fucking stupid. Like a printer. These were Muffin’s favorites. It amused her to no end to watch me work to hide my irritation. The good thing about these jobs was that they were most often at nights or on weekends away from business hours.
Muffin laughed herself sick while I cursed the stupidity I was called and paid ungodly amounts for. She went through the basic troubleshooting steps I taught her within a moment and found the problem without a bit of help when she reconnected the printer into a different outlet. “There you go. Short.” She grinned and I cursed a long string of fury while she laughed. “Wizard’s first rule is people are stupid remember? You could make yourself seem like magic right now and then he’d hire you again.”
“Yes, well, it’s more the fact that my 18 year old daughter solves what adult business owners fucking can’t that annoys me. Come on. Let’s go.”
“Now, daddy, Belgarath the Sorcerer would hardly condone that impatience and Aunt Pol would wash your mouth out with soap like you did to me.”
My anger melted away at the reminder of last night and I smiled tenderly when she got in the car beside me. “That’s because lovely little ladies don’t have such filthy mouths and shouldn’t disrespect their fathers, dearest. You know that.”
“Yes, daddy.” She smiled. “May I hold your hand like I would a date? I’ve always wondered what it would be like and remember when I brought up the movie? It was one of the things that I meant when I said… well…”
I took her hand with a smile, twining my fingers into hers. Muffin beamed and I chuckled. “What movie did you want to see?”
She named the latest comic book movie in a franchise and I turned to take her to the movie. She stared out the window with wide eyes when we got there. “Oh, daddy, thank you!” She threw her arms around me and I chuckled.
“Anything for you, Muffin,” I whispered.
Fortunately there was an arcade to play in while we waited for the movie to start since we were early. We played Galaga together and I won her a stuffed cat from a claw machine. It was cheap and pure luck but she cradled it like a treasure when I handed it to her anyway. She grabbed my hand when I got the tickets and people started to appear. Muffin had always been like that, shy and nervous around so many people. I merely smiled in reassurance and guided her to seats. I didn’t bother asking her to choose. It would scare the hell out of her and the last thing she needed was more insecurity in her life, so I chose and pushed the chair arm up to wrap my arm around her shoulder.
I had an idea where a movie might head with Muffin in my arms. It crossed my mind. What I didn’t anticipate was the pure electric need that would fire through my body when the lights were off in a theatre with Maddie. I looked down at her under my arm and saw her glancing back up at me, her eyes wide and dilated. Her lips were parted slightly.
Well, what the hell. I’d already thrown caution to the winds. I rubbed her shoulder for the start of the movie, teasing us both and stroking her anticipation. When she shivered, I took off my fall jacket and placed it over her lap. Maddie looked back up at me, her breathing harsh and she settled the jacket in a perfect position to hide anything I might wish to do.
I smiled to myself. She was taking to my lusts so well, working with me. That certainly deserved a reward. “Keep watching the movie, Muffin,” I whispered.
She jumped at the feel of my breath, but nodded quickly, eagerly. My breath quivered with laughter. I shifted my body so that Muffin leaned further into me, her ass leaning to the side a little bit. She shifted the jacket, adjusting it.
I kept my left arm around her and subtly moved my right to stroke her thigh. Maddie made to look at me but I whispered quickly. “Watch the movie.”
She forced her eyes back to the screen. I watched as well, but my focus was on my hand slowly rubbing circles farther up my daughter’s thigh. I made it last as long as I could, but eventually there was no where else to go.
I brushed my thumb across her panties right where her clit would be and she inhaled quietly. Her eyes darted nervously up to me and then around to see if anyone could notice. No one could, of course. I had had my own teenage years of hiding sexual foreplay. I knew the practice even if it had been a while. And the truth was I actually kind of missed this lighthearted type of play, this almost teenage sexual need. “Keep quiet,” I whispered, unable to stop smiling like a fool in love. “Keep watching.”
Maddie forced herself to focus and I went to work. I tormented and teased my daughter eagerly. I started so slow and cruel. I brushed my thumb over the sheer fabric, stroking her pussy. I pet every detail of her lips, stroked back all the way to her asshole, pressed my thumb to her opening and gently pushed in a rhythm, teasing her hole.
I did this for an entire hour of the movie, all over the top of her panties. Maddie abandoned her fear not long into it, giving herself over beautifully to the care of the pleasure I gave her. She was focused on being quiet and looking at the movie as I had commanded. That was the only two things she needed to concern herself with. That and feeling pleasure. Her face was flush in the dark.
And then I finally allowed myself to slip my fingers beneath the delicate fabric and pressed my middle finger partially inside her drenched pussy. Maddie grabbed my shirt in her fist with a death grip, her eyes wide as she stared at the screen. She shifted readily to make my touch easier. I slid my finger further inside and she whispered, “Yes. Yes, yes.”
“Shh.” Her mouth snapped shut instantly and I massaged the inside of her cunt, pressing my finger in and out, swirling it inside her, stretching her just a bit, just a little. I pulsed faster inside her when I knew the movie was reaching its end and Maddie shuddered. She seemed to be trying to stop herself.
But she fell to the pleasure just in time. I looked down as her body went tight and her nails scratched into my side. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip to keep from making a sound and she shuddered, the orgasm silently pumping through her.
I withdrew my hand. When the lights came on she stared up at me. People around us stood and left, not paying any attention at all. “That was the fucking best movie ever,” she whispered.
I laughed out loud, allowing her the curse word. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. Come on. Let’s go home, princess.”
I needed a break from the sexual lust that assaulted me with Muffin. So that night we indulged in another tradition we already had.
We pvped together. Muffin sat across the room from me at a desktop in our gaming room while I sat at a table with a laptop. She was snarling. “Goddammit, I hate mages. Frost bullshit…” She’d nearly died but gotten off her healing and came back with a vengeance. The result was both of us alive and a dead mage. I couldn’t stop from laughing. The 2s game ended easily after that.
She had a competitive streak a mile wide and I couldn’t blame her for it. I used to have one too until I tempered out with my age. She would do the same eventually, I imagined.
At the moment, she hopped up and down in excitement with our victory, squealing, and then curled up on the floor in front of me. “We should get a guild tattoo.”
I rolled my eyes. “No, we shouldn’t.”
“Oh come on daddy! You already have Tasmanian devil. What would one more be?”
I grinned. I did have Taz on my right calf. A zombie Taz, no less. I’d gotten the idea while drunk one night at a Slayer concert and ran with it. I didn’t regret it in the slightest.
“I do. We’ll talk about letting you get a tattoo.”
She grinned. “I want one to match you, daddy.”
“You know how to pull my heart strings, love. Alright, but not a guild tattoo. Let me think of some ideas for counter offers and I’ll ask you what you think.”
“Deal!” She laughed and hugged my legs. The truth was my relationship with Maddie probably wouldn’t have worked if she wasn’t such a wonderful child. She was perfectly adoring to her father. She bowed at my knees like this every night, nuzzling me. She rarely rebelled and she always took punishments well. My dominance adorned this new relationship like a perfect fit. I put my laptop to the side and without either of us asking or talking about it, we went to my bed together and cuddled with a movie on.
I didn’t move the relationship any farther from that. I took to fingering her at times and sometimes I would add fingers and watch her scream in pleasure on my bed. Sometimes I would hold her head and make out like we were two high schoolers. I loved every moment of it. I hadn’t put my cock in any of her holes or even had her stroke me. I let her watch me masturbate though. I stroked my cock while she watched and rubbed her clit for me to see.
“You’re so big,” she whispered, almost fearfully.
I took a shuddering breath, stroking myself. “Don’t worry, Muffin. I’ll fit inside your little cunt. It stretches and you’ll have a lot of practice adjusting to this cock.” She orgasmed to my crass speech, like she always did and I wasn’t far behind her.
That night, she curled up next to me and cuddled close to my chest. “Daddy, now that you have me, you don’t need your dates anymore right?”
I chuckled. “No, Muffin. I played daddy/daughter games because I was always thinking of you.”
“Really?” There was pure excitement in her voice.
I opened my eyes, laughing. “Yes, Muffin. You never had a need to be jealous of me. I always thought of you in all things. I just had needs that you weren’t nearly ready for, princess.”
She nuzzled me joyously. “Am I almost ready to take more of your needs daddy?”
The fact that she was brave enough to ask let me know just how far she’d come. She’d embraced her sexuality almost eagerly after she was certain of my permission to do so. She gave herself up to the pleasure I visited on her like a wanton. It was pure beauty to watch. A mixture of her innocence and my filthy kinks.
She stared at me then with a delighted smile. “I’m ready, daddy, whenever you are. I’d love for you to use me in anyway you want. My ass, my pussy, my mouth. I used to be scared of taking your thick cock in my ass, but you’re always so gentle, daddy. You always make me feel good. I want to be your little girl always. I want it to be like I’m your date now. I know you didn’t want to use me for a long time because I’m your daughter but it’s okay, daddy. I’ve wanted you since I first started touching myself.” She straddled me so that she stared down into my eyes. I couldn’t have looked away if I’d wanted to. “Even if that’s too fast for you, I’ll understand. But you can tie me up and put me on a leash and things. I found all the toys in your bag. I know you like it a little rougher than we’ve been so far. You don’t have to hold back, not with me. You can spank me when you like too. I know you like it as much or even more than I do. I know how hard it makes your cock.”
“Maddie…”
“It’s okay, daddy. I want to play with you. I’ve been reading stories and learning. Only the stories you like on your phone I mean. I’ll be such a good girl for you, I promise. I’ll worship your cock, I’ll give your feet tongue baths to show how grateful I am, and I’ll kneel every night in front of you to thank you for being such a good daddy to me. In all things. Let me be your little girl, please? Pretty please? I’ll beg if you want me to.”
I positioned her so that her pussy ground against my cock through our clothes. “You’ve always been my little girl, Maddie.”
“You know what I mean daddy. I know you do. Let me be more your little girl. Please?”
I moaned, but I answered because I’m a man and I am weak. “Okay, Maddie. Okay. You can be mine. We’ll play harder.”
Like I said, she has always brought out the best of me and the worst.
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