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Not that it was something earth-shattering, nor would it change their relationship, but he had expected her to follow through. Now, she had disappointed him. Let him down. Certainly there were extenuating circumstances, yet were they enough to counter the infraction? She worried what he would say: what he would do. He was due back in three hours and retribution would be swift. She knew the penalties for disobedience, but there was no way she would know his choice. There was no hesitation; she accepted her fate. The weight of her laptop was almost too much as she stared at the email on the screen, his disappointment–anger even–palpable in the brief words: “I’m very disappointed, Babygirl. I’ll be home at 8. Be prepared for your punishment.” No “Love, Daddy” or kissy emotes as he was wont to send her when he was away with work. They depended on Skype calls and emails to stay in touch for the weeks he was gone. It was hard, and she wouldn’t pretend otherwise. She was just so used to his loving emails and texts that it bothered her on a deep level to read the upset in the words. There wasn’t anything she could possibly do to make up for her mistake, though she knew the punishment would help soothe the beast inside him. He wasn’t sadistic or cruel; he was a true Daddy Dom. The truest she’d ever had, if she was in an incredibly honest mood. She could, however, make herself perfect for him tonight, and hope that it would appease him at least a little. Help make up for disappointing him. With that thought in mind, she scrambled to get some of her bathroom stuff together and dashed down the hallway. The water was near-scalding when she stepped under the spray, and she hissed a little as it pinkened her skin. She dropped some of her pomegranate body scrub onto her pouf and scrubbed every inch of her, ignoring the tingle that woke in her core at the tickling of the thin fibers. Grabbing a few razors, she changed the angle of the shower head and smoothed the foaming shave gel over her legs. After ensuring her legs and armpits were free of hair, she lathered her groin. She couldn’t help but pausing Karaköy escort bayan in her movements to gently stroke herself, moaning when her nails rasped gently over her already-throbbing clit. Shoulder resting against the wall, she rubbed at the sensitive button until her hips bucked. Water from the shower head cascaded down her body in rivulets, and her sighs of pleasure echoed off of the steam-slicked walls. Her gasp was sharp as she furiously stroked the swollen flesh, and she could almost hear his voice in her head. “ Did I give you permission to cum, Little Girl? ” She jerked her fingers away, and shook. She needed desperately to come, but she knew it would only add to his ire. Lathering herself up again, she ignored the way her body clenched and flexed as she scored the razor across her skin. When she finished her inspection, making sure no hair remained, she soaped her hair and conditioned it with her Daddy’s favorite scent. After toweling herself dry, she rubbed a creamy lotion scented with honeysuckle and jasmine over every inch and dipped into her jewelry box. Her collar was curled into the place he had made for it, and she lovingly lifted it from the velvet. The golden filigreed heart seemed to gleam, and the clear crystal at its center above his initials seemed to glitter and shine in the light as she stepped to the mirror. The clack of the padlock snicking into place had an almost cathartic effect on her mood. There was now only an hour and a half left until Daddy returned home, so she slipped into his favorite robe for her and made her way down to the kitchen. She kept herself busy by figuring out what to make for dinner; something that would keep if Daddy got distracted with her punishment, but that would still be ready if he wanted to have some food first. It was hard to tell sometimes what he’d want, and she didn’t dare try to presume anything. Once the food was ready, she watched an episode of one of her favorite shows, and saw her phone light up with a text message just as the end credits began to roll. “Be there in twenty Escort Kayaşehir minutes. Ready yourself.” She flew into action: smoothing the couch cushions, tidying up her tiny mess from the veggies she’d snacked on. After using the bathroom, she hung her robe on the hook and made her way slowly into the living room. The over-large cushion he’d bought her sat on its stand by the door, and she pulled it off as she tempered her breathing. He’d gotten it for her after he realized how much pain sitting in his position caused her; now she listened for the sound of his car to come up the drive. He took his time, and she caught found herself trembling, growing wet in anticipation after not seeing him for two weeks. Even though she would be punished, she was still His, and loved him dearly. She waited until she heard him shut the door to his car before she took her position on the cushion. She settled herself slowly, spreading her thighs as she let her weight rest back on her feet. She fought a cringe as she laid the backs of her hands against her thighs, already feeling the burn in her knees as she heard his key turn in the lock. The cool breeze from outside wafted in through his legs, teasing against her thighs, making her gasp quietly when it rolled over the heat and damp at her exposed core. He stood silently, door open behind him, watching her as she shivered in place. She wouldn’t look up at him, she kept her gaze on his slacks and black shoes; not because he was expecting her subjugation, but because she respected him and had disappointed him. The door closed slowly, and he stepped to the side, dropping his attache and coat on a chair. His suitcase was spun around and settled against the wall, but she didn’t move until he came to stand beside her. The warm of his hand smoothed over her head, brushing through her long hair. She trembled at the soft touch, not having known what to expect. She leaned toward him, and froze when his fingers tangled in the locks that hung down her back. She wordlessly tipped her head back and looked up at his face that was Küçükçekmece escort stern but hot. She heard more than saw his hand at his belt, loosening the closure before drawing down his zipper. His hand dipped inside, shifting before pulling out his cock, already hard and oozing precum. “I’ve thought for hours just what I’m going to do to you, Little Girl.” Rasping, deep, and low, his words were soothing even as she heard the edge to them. “But for right now, to start, I want you to suck my cock.” Her lips opened, and he eased the head into her mouth, fingers tight against her scalp as he slowly began to fuck her mouth. It was only moments, and he pulled her back with a groan. “Such a dirty little girl for Daddy.” He kept his grip on her hair, and she got up slowly, with the assistance of his proffered free hand, then lead her to his wingback chair. He made himself comfortable and pulled her between his thighs, and she settled in to sucking his cock for several long minutes. His groans were music to her ears, and the tugs on her hair only heightened her passion; her tongue and fingers worked in tandem. His cum soon splashed over the back of her tongue, and she squeezed and pumped his cock to get each drop from him as his hands smoothed her hair back into place. She knew he’d probably held back from pleasing himself the last couple of days to build up his cum for her. “That’s a good start, Little Girl.” He cupped her face and then stood to his feet. Holding her hand, he lead her down the hallway to their playroom. She swallowed thickly, and followed him in the door. Closing it behind her, she waited for his direction, and gulped again when he stood over by the spanking stool he’d designed. It was raised, and the padded bench was about four feet long. He’d styled it after a gynecological chair with a rectangular cut-out at the end; a homemade fucking machine rested on a short pedestal beneath it. Straps framed the cut end of the custom bench, and she climbed onto it, straddling the cut out with a squirm. He moved to each side, tightening and locking the straps around her muscular calves so that she would be unable to move her legs. With a growl against her ear, he went to the other end, and she obediently braced her arms, shivering when the metallic cuffs locked around each wrist. She felt the air from the fan against her lips, and she squealed when his hand came down solidly on one cheek.

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