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  Daddy’s Punishment

  Daddy’s Punishment

  Camila knew she would be in trouble when her Daddy got home. She hadn’t cleaned up any of the toys in her room and that was the only chore she was responsible for. She didn’t mean to, though, she had just lost track of time. Right when she was about to clean everything up, she got the notification that her package had finally arrived at her doorstep. It was something she had been looking forward to all week—a pretty, pink jumper-style dress that frilled out and fell just below her ass. She spent the next hour trying it out with different shirts underneath and twirling in front of her mirror.

  She brushed her curly, dark hair up into pigtails with bows that matched perfectly with the pastel lavender shirt she wore, the colors popping against her bronze skin. She couldn’t help but slip her feet into high-waisted white socks and pink Mary Jane shoes. She spun herself around in front of the mirror nearly jumping with excitement. Daddy would love this outfit on her.

  One of Daddy’s favorite things was when she put together outfits she felt he would like. She got so caught up with thinking about it she completely forgot about her chores and was in the middle of dancing in front of her mirror when she heard the front door of the house open.

  “Mi amor? I’m home.” Daddy’s voice came down the hallway. Camila looked around the room at the mess she hadn’t cleaned up, quickly trying to plan what her excuse would be. She would get in trouble, for sure. When he came through the door, his eyes widened when he saw her, his jaw slacking slightly.

  She stood at the center of her room, smiling awkwardly as his eyes traveled around the room assessing the mess of dolls and stuffed animals that covered the floor.

  “Sweetheart,” he intoned, setting down his briefcase. “Your room is looking as messy at it was this morning.”

  Camila hung her head. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I was just so excited about my new dress. I got it in the mail today.”

  “I can see that,” he said, stepping closer to her.

  She gave him a small smile, then twirled her body around so he could get a good look at her, hoping to distract him from the mess in her room. “Do you like it?”

  He couldn’t help but smile back at her, taking off his stuffy gray sports coat. “I do like it,” he said. “You’re such a cutie.” Camila beamed at this. She loved when he complimented her. When he smiled, a small dimple would pop out on his cheek. He was the most handsome man she had ever seen, and she loved how sweet he was.

  “Thank you, Daddy!” she said with a giggle, running up to him and wrapping her arms around his neck. He was much taller than her, so she had to stand up on her tip-toes and pelt him quick kisses. He took her into his arms, rubbing his hands down her back as he pulled her closer. His lips found hers, and they kissed deeply, his tongue tasting the hints of the strawberry flavor of her gloss.

  “So, you’re not mad?” she asked, twirling a lock of her hair around her finger.

  He raised an eyebrow. “Sweetheart, rules are rules. You know what happens when you don’t do your chores.”

  Camila crossed her arms around her chest and her mouth turned into a scowl. “But Daddy!” she moaned. “That’s not fair!”

  “Now, now,” he said, running his hand through his thick black hair which he kept slicked back. “Let’s not talk back. You’ve got to clean your room up.”

  Camila turned around, stamping her feet, her attitude getting the best of her. “But I want to play in my dress,” she huffed. “Why can’t I just clean it later?”

  “Because those are the rules,” he scolded, his brow furrowing. “Daddy goes to work and you clean your toys up before he gets home. You know I get tired from working at the office all day.”

  Camila stamped her foot again, but she followed Daddy’s order, and picked up her toys. She went around the room and picked up the stuffed animals on the ground, but she did it without looking at him. Instead of placing her toys gently in their toy box, she threw them in. Daddy crossed his arms, trying not to smile. His little girl was so cute, even when she was angry, but he had to teach her that being rude like this was not acceptable.

  “Little one,” he said. “You’ve got to be respectful. You can play in your dress after you’ve cleaned up. Those are the rules, and you know that.”

  “I know,” Camila said in a drawn-out moan. “But there’s so many toys everywhere. And I wanted to show you my pretty dress and you don’t even care about it.”

  “I do care about your dress,” he breathed. “I told you how nice you looked. But you still need to follow Daddy’s rules.”

  “Well, I don’t like your rules,” she said, shaking her head furiously. “You’re being a huge butthead!” Camila knew she had made a mistake after that. Daddy stepped towards her with a finger pointing to a pink chair in the corner.

  “Sit down,” he said. “You’ve got to sit in time out for fifteen minutes.” Camila frowned again, hanging her head, but she went to the chair and sat down in it with a loud “hmmph!”

  “All right,” her Daddy said. “Fifteen minutes in time out, and then Daddy will help you clean up, and then we will play in your dress.”

  Camila was unsatisfied, though. Sometimes she would get overwhelmed with her feelings, and, once she’s started, she couldn’t stop. This attitude got her in trouble a couple times. Daddy tried his best to be patient, but when Camila got a little feisty, he had to do what was fair. Today seemed to be one of those nights where Camila might have needed an extra level of discipline. He gave her one more chance to sit on her chair causing no more trouble.

  Camila squirmed in her chair, eyeing the pink flower clock to see how much longer she had to stay seated. Daddy stood there watching her, and the sight of his pretty girl all dolled up just for him made him incredibly aroused, and he shifted his legs so she wouldn’t notice.

  “Why can’t I just be five minutes?” she asked, haughtily.

  “Camila...” he said, his voice warning her.

  “I think it’s stupid I have to be in time out!”

  That was the last straw.

  “All right, you know what happens next.”

  Camila’s eyes widened as she watched Daddy walk across the room to the shelves by the window. He reached up to the top shelf which she couldn’t get to by herself, and there sat a long black box, the only black object in an entire room of pastel. Camila had dubbed it “the punishment box” because inside were all the things that Daddy would use on her when she disobeyed. She sat quietly, semi-petrified, watching him set the box on the nightstand next to her and open it up. He pulled out a length of thin rope, wrapping it around his hand.

  “You know what happens when you don’t follow the rules, pumpkin,” he said, shaking his head. “You know that Daddy doesn’t like that.”

  “I’m sorry,” Camila said in a whimper, bringing her thin legs up onto the chair and hugging them.

  “Put your legs down,” he ordered. She obeyed, dropping them down by the legs of the chair. He kneeled down by her and slowly tied each of her legs to the chair. She winced slightly at the pain from the tightness but said nothing, her expression still stubborn.

  “You’ve got to learn to do your chores for Daddy,” he said in a low voice as he secured the knots of the rope. “Otherwise you will make Daddy really mad.” Just as he finished tying her up, he lifted his eyes up to look at her, and his gaze traveled to the spot between her legs underneath her skirt. His kitten was so excited about her dress that she had forgotten to put on panties, and he caught a glimpse of her slit under the fabric. She was clean-shaven, just the way Daddy liked it, and he could see a few hints of moisture accumulating between her lips.

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; “Well, mi amor,” he said, moving up so that he could tie up her wrists to the sides of the chair. “I hope now you will learn your lesson.”

  Camila was too feisty to listen. She always loved to get the last word in. She stuck out her tongue at him with another “hmmph!” then turned her head and said sharply, “I don’t want to learn my lesson!”

  “Camila, you’re not listening to Daddy very well,” he said, standing up and towering over her. He took his hand and placed it on her cheek, running it down to grip her chin and lifting up her face so that he could look into her brown eyes. “Don’t you love Daddy?”

  She nodded slowly, averting her gaze.

  “After all of this bad behavior, I’m not so sure. You’ll have to show me how much you love me.”

  Camila nodded again, and Daddy leaned forward to kiss her, pressing his lips against hers softly. Camila kissed him back, and Daddy let out a soft moan. Even kisses from his little princess got him incredibly aroused. He pried open her lips with his tongue, and let it rub against hers before sucking on her lower lip. He released her mouth, then stood up straight again and started to unzip his pants.

  “What are you doing, Daddy?” Camila asked coyly, watching him in fascination.

  “You know what I’m doing,” he responded. “I want you to give me a big kiss somewhere else.”

  Camila smiled. “But I’m all tied up.”

  “That will make it even better,” he said, smiling back. He pulled out his large, throbbing cock, letting it hang in front of her face. Camila couldn’t help but lick her lips at the sight of it. She loved kissing his cock, and she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, ready to accept his manhood. He stepped forward, rubbing the head against her tongue and lips before plunging it into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down as Daddy thrusted and put his hand on the base of her neck.

  "Very good, mi amor," he whispered as he pushed himself into her. He brought his hand up the back of her neck. Her pigtails bounced as she sucked him, and he grabbed one of them to pull her closer. She looked up at him, and their eyes met. She was filled with wild explorative lust, and he was filled with love and desire. Just the look on his face made her pussy moisten.

  She continued to bob her head on his cock, pumping her wet lips in a tight circle around him. He pushed in deeper, and she began to gag slightly. His moans were increasing, hand moving up from her neck to fist her hair. His cock was impossibly hard now and she was marveling at how strong it was when she felt the dull pain in her scalp. She raised her eyes to meet Daddy's stormy gaze again.

  “That’s a good girl,” he said, moaning loudly, tightening his hand around the back of her neck. “You take my cock so well, sweetheart.” He began to undo the small clasps on her dress, letting them fall over her shoulders. He continued to thrust as he lifted up the pretty shirt she was wearing, and revealed her soft breasts. He groped her breasts, feeling her hardened nipple against his palm before tugging at it.

  Suddenly, he pulled himself out, groaning softly. “Sweetheart, you got me really close,” he said with a small smile.

  “I did good?” asked Camila, raising her eyebrows knowingly.

  “You did so good. But Daddy wants more of you.” He kneeled down in front of her, taking one of her breasts in his mouth. Camila moaned in pleasure at the feeling of Daddy’s tongue gently sucking and kissing her nipples. She knew that this was supposed to be a punishment, but she loved how nice it felt to have her Daddy showering her with so much love. He pulled away from her breast, then got down on his knees to lift her dress. He released a gentle groan when he saw Camila’s pretty pink pussy.

  “Thank you for shaving for Daddy,” he said, looking up at her.

  Camila giggled. She knew Daddy would like her that way. He slipped his hand down her thigh and stroked her slit, quickly finding her clit and rubbed it slowly. Camila threw her head back, gasping in pleasure as Daddy placed one, and then another finger inside of her. After a few moments, he put his head between her legs and licked her, his tongue instantly getting covered in her juices.

  “Look at you,” he said, coming up for air and using the back of his hand to wipe off his top lip. “You’re so wet. Do you want to feel Daddy inside of you?”

  Camila nodded again vigorously, and Daddy untied the ropes on her ankles and wrists, releasing her from her bond momentarily before taking off her shirt and tying both of her wrists in front of her. His strong arms picked her up clean off the chair, and he kissed her as he carried her to the bed. He set her down on the pink flower-patterned covers then unbuttoned his shirt as he watched her squirm against the ropes.

  “Daddy loves you so much,” he said as he climbed up on the bed and spread open her legs. “You know that, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” said Camila with a coquettish smile. “I love you too.”

  He moved on top of her and positioned the head of his penis at the entrance of her sweet cunt. He hesitated for a moment, and then, without warning, shoved his cock into her as deep as it would go. Camila couldn’t restrain herself and yelped at the sudden feeling of such a large rod inside of her, the sensation blooming into pleasure as her pussy widened to accept him. She got wetter and wetter as he pushed deep inside her, grunting, as he groped her nipples roughly. He used a hand to pull at one of her pigtails, keeping her head up as he pummeled her core, the angle putting him so deep inside of her she could barely breathe. She squeezed her eyes shut, gritting her teeth from the intensity of how strong Daddy was.

  “Look at me, mi amor,” he said to her. She snapped her attention back to him, their gazes meeting. He dug his knees into the bed to keep his balance as he fucked her hard, his hand rubbing her stomach, then moving up to her chest. He groped her breasts again, pulling forcefully at her sore nipples, then brought his hand up to her neck, squeezing gently.

  “Daddy, I’m sorry,” she said in a hushed voice. “I’m sorry I didn’t do my chores.”

  Camila saw the anger wash away from his face. All that Daddy wanted was a good, obedient little girl to come home to. He leaned in to take her in for a kiss as he slowly pumped himself into her. Camila kissed him back, hungrily, moaning as her pussy swelled with lust.

  “It’s okay, baby girl,” he responded into her ear. “Just keep showing me you love me.”

  At his deep whisper, Camila’s sweet cunt clenched around his dick and she reached her peak, orgasming hard around his throbbing cock. Her body shuddered with spasms as the pulsations rocked her body in waves. She arched her back in pleasure as he slammed her hips into his. Daddy was not far behind her. The sensation of his little princess writhing in pleasure sent him over the edge. He shoved himself into her wetness as far as he could, and he erupted, filling her up with his load.

  He fell back onto her bed, and they both lay there gasping for a few moments before Camila found herself being covered in kisses as her Daddy took him into her arms. He untied her wrists, kissing and massaging the red spots that the ropes left. Camila put her arms around his neck, cuddling him. She started to feel better, feeling happy that Daddy wasn’t mad at her anymore.

  “Why don’t you do your chores now that you’ve apologized, mi amor?” he asked.

  “Yes, Daddy,” she said. “I’ll clean everything up now.”

  For the next half an hour, Camila walked around her room, collecting her stuffies and toys and putting them in the toy box in the corner. Her Daddy helped her a little bit to keep her company, then let her dress back up in her pretty outfits and twirl around for him.

  “Are you hungry, mi amor?” he asked.

  Camila jumped up and down, happily. “Yes! Can we have some chicken nuggets?”

  He smiled, standing up and taking her hand to lead her out to the kitchen. “Chicken nuggets?” he asked teasingly. “Maybe you can have a few, but you’ve got to make sure to take a few bites of your vegetables.”

  “How about dessert?” she asked, skipping down the hallway and into the kit
chen. “I want ice-cream.”

  “Only because you're so cute,” he said, putting his hand around her waist to scoop her up, lifting her up again. “I’ll let you have a scoop of ice-cream after dinner.”

  “Thank you, Daddy!” she squealed, and kissed him. “I love you so much!”

  “I love you too, princess,” he said in-between her kisses. “I love you too.”

 

 

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