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  Most times it was a love note, telling her he hoped she had a good day and he would see her soon. He reminded her to make sure she had a healthy snack if he was going to be late and to go upstairs to take a nap. Other times he was very specific about what he wanted her to do before he came home.

  In her room was a huge apothecary cupboard filled with drawers of many different sizes and pigeon holes. Daddy found it at an antique show and bought it on the spot. Each section had a little brass slot. Into each slot he’d slipped a card with a number or letter. Sometimes his note would say things like:

  Babygirl, after your snack I want you to go up to your room. Remove everything from drawer number eight and place the items on your changing table within easy reach for me. No snooping in the other drawers! Love you, baby.

  Chéri didn’t wear diapers. She didn’t want to but that didn’t mean Daddy didn’t take advantage of the changing table. Her first “examination” had taken place there and many afterward until he made some modifications to her room. It was important for her daddy to make sure she was in good health, and he also used it when he wanted to get up close and personal with her little bits and bottom. He shaved her there as well, loving the feel and look of her bare pussy.

  There were two reasons Chéri never snooped in any of Daddy’s drawers. One, because she was a little bit afraid of what he planned in the future and he was always adding new items. The other was that she didn’t want to disappoint him. He spent a good deal of time taking care of her, researching ways to bring her to glorious heights of pleasure. She couldn’t ruin his surprises no matter how nosey she typically was.

  Daddy also had several years of medical school before he decided to switch to law and she was sure he could devise all sorts of ways to punish a naughty girl that wouldn’t do any permanent damage but would provide lots of embarrassing and uncomfortable moments.

  Hearing his footsteps on the stairs, she hurriedly cleaned up and flushed, looking away from the plug she’d placed on a doubled up piece of toilet paper on the counter. God, just thinking about him cleaning something that had been up her ass had her blushing wildly, but it never seemed to bother him.

  “How’s my sweetie?” he asked, wrapping his arms around her from behind as she washed her hands. His own hand rested comfortably on her tummy and rubbed gently.

  “Good, Daddy,” she replied quietly.

  “Did you go a lot?” he questioned.

  “Daddy,” she squealed in protest as her eyes snapped to his in the mirror.

  “It’s important to stay regular,” he advised, “especially for little ones. Daddy doesn’t mind helping you go or checking to make sure you’re not constipated. As a matter of fact, I think I’ll check you right now,” he said, opening a drawer and taking out a glove.

  “No, Daddy, I went a lot, I really did,” she cried as he took her hand and pulled her into the bedroom. Stopping at her changing table, he swiftly pulled her panties down and lifted her up.

  “You seemed hesitant about answering me, babygirl, so I think I’d better check for myself. I just want to make sure no further measures are called for. There you go,” he said, placing her on her back and lifting her legs. “Hold your knees for Daddy. That’s a good girl, nice and high to your chest.”

  As always the snap of his glove had her tensing and she forced herself to relax when his greased finger began to probe her bottom hole. He slipped inside much easier than he had earlier and reached between her legs to press gently on her tummy as his long middle finger sank in as far as it could go.

  “Do you have any pain or cramping?” he asked as his thumb settled beside her clit.

  “Oh,” she cried, arching her back. “No, Daddy, um… not exactly.”

  “Tell me what you’re feeling,” he ordered softly, his thumb sliding over her nub.

  “Full,” she gasped out, “and excited.”

  “Does this excite you, honey? Do you like having Daddy’s big finger deep in your bottom? Do you enjoy it when I stroke your sweet nubbin’ like this?” he asked.

  “Oh God, yes,” she sighed, wiggling to get his thumb to stay where she needed it.

  “Good,” he replied crisply withdrawing his hands from her body and stripping off the glove.

  “Daddy,” she cried out in protest.

  Michael lifted her down and turned her toward the bathroom with a swat to her bare bottom.

  Chéri spun around, stomped her foot and glared at him.

  He swatted her again.

  “It’s time for your bath.”

  “But I want…”

  “I know exactly what you want, but I will do things my way, in my own time,” he advised her, taking her arm and marching her to the bathroom. “If you’re a good girl you might get to come later with a full bottom and a full little pussy. If not, you might get sent to bed with a red, throbbing butt. Do you understand me?” he asked, stopping next to the tub and planting his hands on his hips as he stared down at her.

  “Yes, Daddy,” she said, looking so closely at the floor the top of her head pressed against his tummy.

  “Good. What color bubbles, sweetie?” he asked, happy now his authority had been restored.

  “Pink,” she replied, looking up at him with a smile.

  “Pink it is.” Sprinkling a generous amount of bath salts into the tub, he started the water as Chéri watched. “Get in,” he said holding her arm to steady her once the bubbles climbed to mid-way. “I’m going to clean up some things in the bedroom,” he said tossing her a few toys. “Don’t make a mess.”

  “I need a washcloth,” she called out, drawing a pink heart on the tile with soap.

  “No, you don’t. I’m going to wash you.”

  “Aw, Daddy, why can’t I wash myself? You always tease me and I’m already, well…you know.”

  “Little girl, you tease me all the time,” he replied with a laugh. “Just watching you walk across a room is enough to get me going. I think you’ll survive my attention to your little bits with a wash cloth.”

  “Geez, okay, but you better make it worth my while later,” she stated.

  “Are you threatening me?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.

  “No, Daddy,” she backtracked, hunching her shoulders and trying to hide under the rising bubbles.

  “You better not be. I have no problem spanking that wet ass until you howl.”

  “I know, sorry, Daddy. Sorry.”

  When Michael returned to the bathroom, he washed her rather quickly, nearly ignoring all the parts that so delighted her. Chéri apologized again with her head down, but he didn’t reply. Finally, when he got her out of the tub and was drying her off, she began to cry.

  “What’s this?” he asked, gently tipping her chin up.

  “I’m sorry I hurt your feelings, Daddy,” she sobbed out, throwing herself against his chest and wrapping her arms around him. “I didn’t mean it.”

  “Ah, baby,” he sighed, scooping her close and rising. “You didn’t hurt my feelings. I love knowing each little thing I do, even the simple ones like washing you, excites you. I adore keeping you in tune with me. When I reach for your little kitty, the fact that it’s already wet and slippery makes my heart soar and fills me with pride.”

  “It does?” she sniffed as he sat and held her on his lap on the bed.

  “Yes, baby, it does. I want you to need me, all the time like I need you,” he whispered, kissing her hands. “Look at you, you little prune,” he teased. “Let’s get you into your nightie.”

  “Well, Daddy, if you need me and I need you, why can’t we just, you know…” she asked, twirling the end of his tie around her fingers.

  Michael grinned and kissed the top of her head.

  “Because I have other plans for tonight before we get to that part. Trust me, baby, you’re going to love it, if you’re a good girl that is,” he promised.

  “Boy,” she said with a pout. Giving a little bounce, she felt his cock beneath her damp ass. “You sure make it
hard to be good sometimes.”

  Twenty minutes later they were downstairs, Chéri on her knees in front of the couch while Michael brushed her hair. He’d chosen a white nightgown with a ruffled flounce on the bottom and decided against any panties at all. There was a black bag on the end table beside them. Chéri didn’t know what was in it, but she wanted to in the worst way and kept eyeing it much to Michael’s amusement. Finally, he removed it and sat it on the couch beside him.

  “I’ll never get your hair done if you don’t sit still,” he sighed.

  “I’m just curious,” she said, now turning to look over her shoulder. “Nothing wrong with that is there?”

  “Chéri, I have a hairbrush in my hand,” he reminded her drolly.

  “Oh yeah. So what are we going to watch tonight? Can it be a musical? I love musicals. What are we going to do tomorrow? Are we playing all weekend?” she asked. “I don’t mind, I’m just asking. Do you have anything planned? We could go shopping. I always love that.”

  “Good grief,” Michael laughed, setting the brush aside and plucking her from the floor and onto his lap. “I may have to step it up and get you a pacifier just to shut you up.”

  Chéri grinned leaning back in his arms and watching him.

  “Would you like that?” he asked thoughtfully.

  “I don’t know, would I?” she replied with a cheeky grin.

  “Maybe it doesn’t matter what you’d like. Maybe I’ll pick one up for nights like this when you’re being a chatterbox,” he offered.

  “Do you really want me to shut up?” she asked with a slightly hurt expression on her face.

  “Of course not, but it would be nice if you gave me the opportunity to answer one question at a time,” he groaned, shaking his head.

  “Sorry.”

  “Let’s see…no, we won’t be able to play all weekend. Tomorrow night we’re having dinner with the Richardsons, so you’ll have to be a grown-up for that.”

  “What if I don’t want to be?” she teased.

  “Then I shall spank you before we go, and again when we get home to help you want to be,” he informed her.

  “How will that help me?” she demanded.

  “When you are sitting on a very hot, red bottom and thinking about getting an encore when we get home, I think you’ll remember.”

  “You could be right,” she conceded.

  “Of course, if there is a substantial plug in your sweet little ass, I know you won’t have any trouble remembering to be good.”

  “Do you own a substantial bottom plug?” she asked, chewing her fingernail.

  Michael removed her finger from her mouth with a scowl.

  “I might, and if you’re a naughty girl, you’ll most certainly find out,” he said sternly.

  Chéri sighed and snuggled closer.

  “Let’s turn on the TV, Daddy. I think there are some things I don’t really want to know.”

  Picking up the remote, Michael smiled. You have no idea, babygirl, no idea at all.

  He found an old musical just starting on the classic movie channel and held it while he got up to make a drink.

  “Would you like something?” he asked while at the bar.

  “A glass of wine would be nice,” she replied hopefully.

  Michael thought about it for a moment before he nodded and poured her a glass. On one hand, he didn’t particularly think it was a good idea, allowing her to have alcohol when they were playing. It sort of set the wrong image. On the other hand, a little glass wouldn’t hurt, especially tonight. Having her relaxed might be a bonus. A compliant babygirl was nice occasionally, even though he thoroughly enjoyed his role as disciplinarian. When he thought of all the times during their marriage he could have and probably should have taken her over his knee, he shook his head in self-disgust. What a fool he’d been.

  They cuddled on the couch enjoying the movie and their close bond. When it was about half over and Chéri had finished her wine, he reached into the bag beside him.

  “All right, baby,” he said. “Stand up for a moment.”

  Chéri obeyed and he stacked a few pillows on one end of the couch and eased her down on them. She was in a semi reclining position and he had her raise her legs and sit, settling her lower limbs over his lap. Pushing up her nightie he separated her thighs and gently stroked her bare pussy.

  “Bend your knees a little, sweetie,” he instructed, opening her lower lips when she obeyed. She jumped when he took the cold shiny egg from his bag and placed it directly on her clit, tucking it between her lips.

  “Daddy?”

  “Hush, baby. Just lay back and be a good girl,” he ordered. “I have a little surprise for you.”

  “Will I like it?” she whispered, wiggling her bottom at the chill. “It’s cold.”

  “I have no doubt it will be warm very quickly,” he replied with a laugh. “You just watch your movie and let Daddy take care of everything else.” She eyed him a bit suspiciously but did as he asked and it pleased him immensely. Sometimes she was so full of questions. He decided he would find a pacifier that fit her small mouth in the near future. Reaching back into the bag he took out a remote and flicked the on switch.

  “Oh, Daddy,” she purred. “Can I run it?”

  “No, you may not,” he informed her. “I’m in charge here, remember?”

  “Yes,” she pouted. “It feels so good.”

  “I’m happy to hear that,” he replied, trying out a different pattern. There were eight in all ranging from a slow vibration and escalating to a full on throbbing. He took his time, watching her closely as he went through the selection. The one she seemed to like best was a steady vibration that moved up to a pulsing rhythm and then backed off only to start again. Chéri rocked her hips and moaned in disappointment each time it hit its peak and dropped off.

  “Is that the one?” he asked as her head tossed back and forth.

  “Oh yes,” she cried in delight.

  “You are not to come, Chéri,” he stated softly.

  “What?” she squealed in shock.

  “You are not to come,” he repeated much more sternly. “If you feel you are close, you are to tell me.”

  “Why?” she cried.

  “Because tonight I have other plans for you, babygirl, and you will not spoil them,” he insisted, slowing down to the lightest speed. “Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” she agreed with a pout.

  “Good girl.”

  Chapter 4

  Michael returned to watching the movie, changing up the pattern each time he heard her breathing escalating. He knew her so well, understood her needs better than she did and when the final credits rolled, he switched the TV remote to a soft music channel.

  “It’s time to get over my lap now, honey,” he whispered, looking into her cloudy eyes. God she was close, so close she would do anything he told her too. He loved it. He didn’t have to move her much; he was already in the middle of the couch. Carefully he helped her roll over on her tummy, her bottom positioned perfectly. In hindsight he realized he should have brought a towel down, but it was too late for that now. He’d just have to hope his pants survived.

  Hiking one knee up a bit, he slid a hand between her legs making sure the egg was still in place. The slowest speed was not enough to get her off, but enough to keep her hoping.

  “Are you comfortable, sweet baby?” he asked, rubbing her back, bottom and calves with a firm hand.

  “Mmm, yes,” she replied, “but, Daddy, I need you so much.”

  “I know, little one, I know,” he soothed. “You be a good little girl. Mind me now and Daddy will make you come so hard you’ll see stars,” he promised. And so will I, he thought with a smile.

  From his case he pulled a bottle of desensitizing lube and an anal dildo of substantial size. It wasn’t as big as his cock, and, in truth, he didn’t want it to be, but it would definitely make an impression. It was graduated in size, raised circles running around each section.
As he worked it deeper into her ass it would stay put. He had no doubt he would hear plenty of squeals and complaints during the next half hour or so, but that was all right with him. He adored her submission all the more when it was difficult for her. It thrilled him. Even after three years his little girl still had trouble obeying her daddy at times.

  Chéri had never used her safe word, although at times she’d cried plenty of tears. In his opinion, they were good for her. She was less stressed, her frequent headaches had diminished and she was much softer than the nearly brittle woman who agreed to his terms in the beginning. His heart swelled with pride each time she cried out “Daddy” as she shattered in his arms, or over his lap, or secured to the surface of his choice.

  Michael admired his wife’s supple ass for a few moments before flicking open the lube with his thumb. Chéri shivered as he pried her cheeks apart and applied a generous squirt of the cool liquid to her bottom hole.

  “What is that, Daddy?” she asked breathlessly, trying to see over her shoulder.

  “It’s none of your concern. Good little girls don’t question their daddies about what they are doing. They simply follow instructions and they do it with a minimum of fuss. Do you understand?” he asked, his finger poised at her opening.

  “Yes, Daddy,” Chéri gulped, resting her face on the pillows.

  “Good.” With a little pressure, he nudged his finger inside her bottom. For the moment he chose to ignore her clenching efforts to keep him out. Squirting more lube where they were connected, he carefully eased farther inside, coating as much of her rectum as he could. Then keeping his finger well seated, he began to spank her using his other hand. The swats were not hard, just steady and stinging.

  For the most part, his wife was well-behaved. She stayed in position and accepted his attentions with slight moans and whimpers, but as her bottom grew pinker and pinker and his hand prints more vivid, she finally spoke.

  “Haven’t I been a good girl?” she asked with a nervous quiver in her voice.

  “Yes, baby, you’ve been a very good girl…so far,” he assured her kindly.