"I thought you'd like that. The previous owners had it erected for their little girl. After I moved in I didn't have the heart to get rid of it. Want a push?"
"Yes!" She squealed in delight as Johnny pushed her, her little legs kicking as she went higher and higher. "I'm flying! Push me higher, Daddy!" Daddy. I called him Daddy. It felt good. Natural.
"Not too high though. Daddy doesn't want his little girl to fall and hurt herself."
"Wheeeeee!" Daisy sailed through the air. "This is great!"
She was having so much fun, she didn't want to stop and help prepare dinner, so Johnny left her swinging away happily and returned to the house to get her favourite meal ready - a burger and fries with a side salad, followed by chocolate mousse with a strawberry on the top. He smiled indulgently at Daisy as he watched her through the kitchen window. When he was done, he knocked on the kitchen window.
"Dinner's ready, princess." Daisy turned her head and stuck out her tongue, then resumed swinging. Johnny went to the back door. "Dinner's ready, Daisy. Come and eat."
"Don't wanna!" She kicked her legs, propelling herself higher.
Johnny's eyes sparked. "Naughty disobedient little girls get their bottoms spanked."
"They do?" Daisy gulped. She bit her lip. Oh the thought of having her bottom spanked by Daddy Johnny didn't phase her one bit. It was a truly delicious thought. So she deliberately ignored him and carried on swinging.
"I see." Johnny came out into the garden. "I know just how to deal with you, young lady." He caught hold of the chains either side of the swing, and slowly brought it to a halt. Then he reached out and tossed Daisy over his shoulder and carried her into the house.
"Hey!" she protested. "You're bumping me about like a sack of potatoes."
"I warned you what naughty girls get," he said, setting her down. In one swift move he seated himself on one of the kitchen chairs and placed her over his lap. Her fingertips almost touched the floor, and her little feet dangled.
"Hey - you're not really gonna spank me, are you?"
"I am," he said with a wicked gleam in his eye. "And on your bare bottom too."
Daisy's eyes bulged. Bare bottom? Did he really say bare bottom ...?
He did.
Daisy felt her little skirt being raised, and a finger and thumb grabbed the waistband of her panties, tugging them down to her knees, baring her naughty little bottom.
"Ohhhh!" She was mortified, but at the same time wildly excited.
"Oh very nice indeed," said Johnny eyeing her chubby cheeks. He rested his hand there for a moment, before raising it and bringing it down sharply on her right cheek.
"Ow!" squealed Daisy.
"How was that, my naughty little girl?" Without giving her time to reply, he delivered another sharp spank to her right cheek. Then there was a slight pause followed by an unexpected frantic volley of spanks.
"Yeoooww! Owee! Owow!" squealed Daisy.
"You're a very naughty, disobedient little girl," chastised Johnny. He smiled wolfishly and began to stroke the smooth silky skin, her milk-white orbs just slightly pinkened by the spanking.
Daisy purred in delight as his touch sent shivers tingling up and down her spine. "Oh that's nice," she said, and sighed happily. "That feels so good, Daddy."
"Tsk - we can't have you enjoying this too much, little one. Get ready for more!" Johnny chuckled and continued peppering her bottom, covering every inch with the iron palm of his hand, turning that wonderfully bouncy flesh to a prettier, darker shade of pink.
Daisy began to squirm in earnest. She kicked her legs wildly. She balled her fingers into fists and flailed them through the air. "Ouch! Ow! Your hand feels like a frying pan! Those spanks hurt! Ow!"
"They're supposed to hurt," grinned Johnny, delighted with the results of his handiwork on her chubby orbs.
"Oh, you're a mean old Daddy!" protested Daisy, wriggling like a fish over his lap.
"I shall take that as a compliment." He gave her a few more stinging slaps that made her buttocks quiver. "Now listen up, young lady, this is what you can expect from our relationship. Naughty girls get spanked when they're naughty. And sometimes ... sometimes they get spanked just for the fun of it too."
"My bottoms all throbbing and hot," wailed Daisy. She reached round to rub, and as she did so, the sting dissipated, leaving a lovely warm tingly glow.
"Up you get." Johnny lifted her off his lap, but as she reached to pull up her panties, he stopped her. "Oh no you don't. You can leave them off as part of the punishment. And we'll have this little skirt off too." He dragged it down and pulled it free of her ankles. "Hands on your head, Daisy. Feet apart. Wider. Wider still ..."
Daisy gulped and obeyed, waves of humiliation washing over her. Somehow being naked from the waist down was more embarrassing than being fully naked. She stood as instructed, giving him a view of her shaved pussy.
Johnny appraised her through narrowed eyes. She was enchanting with her pert little breasts and chubby bottom. Her smooth pussy was a delight, the inner lips slick and puffy with her obvious arousal ... also evident by the silver strands coating the top of her inner thighs. He reached out and dipped an index finger into her steaming sex.
"Ohhhh," she gasped, wantonly pressing against his hand, eager for more.
Johnny moved his finger slowly in and out, watching her reaction as she writhed for him, watching her disappointment manifest in her expression as he removed his finger. But when he sought her clit and circled it with his moistened finger tip, her mouth opened in ecstasy.
"Ohhh. Please. Please," she gasped.
Johnny lifted her onto the table, placing her on her back. Sitting down, he manoeuvred her exactly where he wanted her. "I think I'll enjoy my starter now. And I think you'll enjoy it too, princess." He raised her legs and spread them wide, noting how she blushed with embarrassment as her sex was fully displayed in all its glory, all her secret places offered up for his inspection and pleasure. Then he lowered his head and began to explore her with his tongue, nibbling and licking, tasting her nectar, sticking his tongue up inside her and flicking it against her slick channel.
Daisy was incoherent as the sensations flooded though her. She made a series of inarticulate little cries, and when two fingers replaced the tongue and began sliding in and out, she began bucking her hips. When his eager tongue settled on the hard nub of her clit she thought she would die of sheer pleasure. Tongue and fingers combined sent her spiralling over the edge and she came and came and came for Daddy.
---oOo---
Dinner was barely warm, not that it mattered. Daisy ate hers with a satisfied smile of contentment. Her body still throbbed from a series of the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced.
Johnny watched her as she ate, taking great pleasure in the sight of her. She was adorable with her beautiful long hair and sweet little girl looks, and so responsive sexually. The fact that she took great pleasure in acting like a little girl was perfect for his very specific tastes, and he felt a mounting excitement as he thought what this could mean for their developing relationship. There was no doubt of his physical attraction to her, but underpinning that was a whole sea of emotions. He liked her as a person; she was lively and intelligent and funny and cute; and he enjoyed being with her, wanting to nurture and protect her and bring out her submissive nature by subjecting her to his loving discipline. She was his little princess, his baby girl, and yet she was all woman. He wondered how she would react to some of the things he had planned for her.
There was only one way to find out.
"What shall we do this evening?" asked Daisy. "How about going out to a pub?"
Johnny gave her a stern look. "A pub? Certainly not. Little girls don't go drinking in pubs."
"Aw ... but I like drinking in pubs-"
"And you are my little girl, aren't you, Daisy?"
She nodded. "Yes. I am. And I like it."
"Good. Then I think we ought to work on that premise. I want you to be Dad
dy's little girl every weekend." He sat down on the sofa and patted the spot next to him.
Her face lit up. "Every weekend? You mean I can spend every weekend with you?"
"Yes of course. If you'd like to?"
"I'd love to." She flung her arms around his neck and nuzzled into his neck. He was so big and solid and comforting and sexy as hell.
Jack sat her on his lap and stroked her hair. "You've come to mean a great deal to me, little one," he said softly.
"I feel the same way about you. You make me feel safe and cared for. You don't seem to mind at all that I like doing little girl things. I feel very comfortable with you - even with my spanked bottom," she said with a sly grin.
"Ah well, there'll be plenty more spanked bottoms." The gleam in his eyes intensified. "Did you enjoy your spanking?"
"Hmm, not to start with. But afterwards ... oh boy ... the afterwards was out of this world." She giggled and blushed.
"You look even prettier when you blush." He planted a kiss on the end of her nose. "I'll tell you what we're going to do this evening, shall I?" She nodded and looked at him enquiringly. "Daddy's going to take his baby-girl upstairs and bath her with lots of sweet scented bubbles. Then he's going to dry her off and powder her bottom and brush her hair, and put her in a special pair of pyjamas. How does that sound so far?"
"It sounds great. I love being pampered." This was true, although she had never had a guy bath her before. This would be a first. It was a pleasant thought. "What kind of pyjamas?"
"I ordered some special ones... as a surprise. Wait and see."
She giggled. "Ok. And what then, when I'm in the pyjamas."
"I'm going to read you a bedtime story, and then I'll give you a bedtime spanking. Not a punishment spanking - the nice sort that good little girls get. And then ..." His voice grew husky with desire. "And then, maybe my little girl will show her appreciation for all the kind things Daddy does for her."
Daisy interpreted his look correctly. She shivered in anticipation, her little hand reaching out to softly stroke the growing bulge in Daddy's jeans. "You mean something like this, Daddy?" she whispered.
"Oh yes, baby. Like that." He had a hard time suppressing a groan as his cock grew as rigid as an iron bar.
"I'm going to suck Daddy's cock," she murmured. "I'm going to suck it real good. Daddy's going to love it." Her little fingers stroked the tumescence beneath the blue denim. "I can't wait." She shifted position and straddled his lap, shamelessly grinding her moist pussy into his groin.
"My horny little slut girl. You please me greatly."
"I want to. I want to." She thrust out her chest, feeling her engorged nipples stiffen even further.
Johnny reached to unbutton her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath it and her pert breasts sprang free, rose-hued nipples erect and begging for attention. He guided her to his hungry mouth and suckled on her right nipple, making her gasp with pleasure. He dragged his mouth from the prize and moved instead to her left breast, his tongue flicking and licking before fastening his mouth on the hard nub and sucking ... sucking on that sweet nipple.
"Oh Daddy," she moaned. "I think we're going to have the most amazing sex ever."
"I know we are," he said huskily. With an effort he lifted her from his lap and got to his feet. "It's bath time first, princess."
---oOo---
Johnny picked her up and carried her upstairs to the bathroom, setting her down on the soft blue rug as he turned on the taps and tipped in some scented oil and bubbles. Steam began to rise and a fragrant scent filled the air.
"Let's get you undressed, shall we?" He slipped the blouse off her shoulders, followed by her little skirt, panties and socks. After carefully testing the water temperature to make sure it wasn't too hot, he lifted her into the bath. "There you go, sweetheart."
Daisy sat in the tub, luxuriating in the warm water and soft bubbles. "Oh this is lovely." She lay back, sliding down, with only her mischievous little face poking out from the surface of the water.
"You look like a water baby. Sit up a minute while I wash you." Johnny took a cloth and gently washed her face, then began to soap her arms and legs, chest and back. "Legs apart, baby, so I can get into all those little nooks and crannies," he said meaningfully as he delved between her legs with the cloth.
"This is making me feel oh so very naughty," said Daisy as the cloth worked her pussy.
"Mmm," agreed Johnny. He flipped her over amidst a flurry of splashing, snaking the cloth over her bottom and down into the divide between her cheeks, pausing to press a finger tip against the dusky pink rosebud of her anus. Daisy tensed immediately. "Don't you like that, princess?"
"Er ... I don't know." She squirmed in embarrassment. "I'm just not used to being touched there. It's naughty. It feels kinda funny."
Johnny's mouth twitched at the corners. "I think you'll grow to like it. I have some toys - special toys that we can play with ... toys that will be used up inside your bottom hole."
"Ohhh." She stared at him, a look that was half surprise and half curious tinged with embarrassment, and when she considered his words and saw the lustful expression on his face, her clit began to throb. He sensed it and smiled.
"Curious are we, princess?"
She shrugged nonchalantly. "Might be," she said primly.
"There's no 'might be' about it - you most definitely are curious. I can tell."
"Um. Well ... I've never ... you know..." Her voice trailed off.
"You've never what?" He knew exactly what she meant of course, just wanted to hear her say it.
"Er... um..." She squirmed and blushed furiously, much to Johnny's amusement. "Er, I've never..." It was no good. She just couldn't find the words to say it.
"You've never had anal sex." She nodded and breathed a sigh of relief. "Well don't worry poppet, I have no intention of forcing you to do anything you're not comfortable with. But..." He paused and grinned wickedly. "I'm going to play with your bottom and you're going to enjoy it, even though it might be deliciously humiliating for you, and when you're ready, I'm going to fuck that tight little ass of yours and make you scream and beg for more."
She stared at him, mesmerized, caught up in the power of his words and the imagery they invoked. If this was what talking dirty was, she knew she damn well loved it! And as she stared into his eyes, he looked into her own and smiled as though he knew exactly what she was thinking and experiencing.
"And what other sort of deliciously naughty things does my baby-girl like to fantasise about?"
Encouraged by his frank and direct approach, she told him some of her fantasies, one of which was having sex outdoors.
"Sex al fresco huh?" Johnny grinned. "What is it about that idea that gives you a thrill?"
"The possibility of being discovered - not that I'd want that to happen, I'd hate it - but just knowing that there was some chance that someone might see ... well, I find that dead kinky and a definite turn on."
"Noted," said Johnny, and he smiled his wicked smile as an idea sprang to mind - an idea that he resolved to put into practice in the very near future. Daisy watched his face and just knew he was up to something! But Johnny broke the spell by reaching for the towel. "Out you come. Let Daddy dry you."
He wrapped her in the big white fluffy towel and used a second smaller one around her wet hair, then picked her up and carried her off to his bedroom. Still wrapped in the big towel, Daisy found herself perched on the end of the bed as Daddy towelled her hair some more and then gently blow dried it.
Setting aside the hair-dryer, Johnny reached over to the chest of drawers for the brush that sat on top of the polished surface. He began brushing her hair, working gently from the ends all the way up to the crown of her head. "Such beautiful hair, princess. It suits you long." He teased it out into a glossy curtain, winding a tendril around his finger.
"Thank you," she murmured. Eyes half closed, she was enjoying having her hair brushed. It felt good and so relaxing.
She opened her eyes wide and looked at the brush. "You'd spank me with that?" She pouted.
"When you're a naughty girl, yes."
"I'm going to be a good girl then," she declared, eyeing the brush warily.
"We shall see." Johnny chuckled, knowing it was only a matter of time before she felt the wooden brush sting her pretty little bottom. Giving her waist-length tresses a final brush, he made two sections and began to braid two plaits. Reaching the end, he went to the top drawer of the chest. "See what Daddy got for you. Pink ribbons."
"I love pink! Thank you."
"You're welcome, poppet." He tied the end of each plait with a pink bow. "There. Perfect. Now, let's take this wet towel off my little girl, all pink and scrubbed and squeaky clean." He applied a light dusting of talcum powder on her chest, belly and bottom. "Next, we have the new pyjamas." He reached for them from one of the drawers.
"Oh - pink again. They look nice." Daisy looked again and frowned. "But - they're a bit weird ... they have feet!"
"They do indeed," said Johnny as he guided her little feet into place and slowly pulled up the garment.
"But ... but what's that flap for at the back?"
"These, my poppet, are drop-seat pyjamas. The flap is fastened with buttons, like so." He demonstrated.
"But why do they have a flap?" Daisy persisted.
"To give Daddy easy access to your pretty bottom of course."
"Oh. Of course." Daisy rolled her eyes. "Now why didn't I think of that!"
Johnny grinned as he adjusted her top. "There. All snug and warm. Have a little walk around the room in them."
Daisy dutifully did so. "They're kinda pretty but ... they make me feel like a baby."
"Uh huh. A pretty baby-girl"
Daisy skipped around the room, getting used to having her feet covered up. "I like them," she decided.
"I do too. Now come sit on the bed and we'll snuggle up for a story."
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