Her Daddy and Her Master

by Katie Douglas

  “Yay! Bath time!” Laila said as Basil released her ear, although he was sure she must know she was in trouble.

  “Bend over the bathtub.”

  Laila’s eyes widened. She fixed him with a horrified stare, then gripped her towel more tightly.

  “No, I won’t!” She stamped her foot yet again.

  “The longer it takes, the less bath time you’ll have afterwards,” Basil told her, but Laila folded her arms and shook her head.

  “I won’t!” she repeated.

  “Fine, have it your way.” Basil walked out of the bathroom, leaving her standing there. He hoped it would give her pause to think about how far she was pushing her luck. It wasn’t all for show, however, and he went to his cabin to retrieve Laila’s hairbrush. Giving it a quick clean, he returned to the bathroom.

  “Are you going to bend over the tub now?” He held the hairbrush casually in one hand. Laila shook her head again. How did she think this was going to end? He had to wonder.

  In a swift movement, Basil yanked her towel off then sat on the edge of the tub and tipped her unceremoniously over his knee. Laila hadn’t been wearing any underwear, and now her bare bottom was exposed for Basil to redden.

  “Bad girls don’t get good baths,” he said quietly, then began spanking her cheeks with her hairbrush. She squeaked, kicked, and tried to flail her arms, which Basil had left dangling to give her some support.

  The hairbrush left oval-shaped marks on her skin as he brought it down, and soon her bottom was more pink than white, with a few little shapes that needed some overlap. He decided a darker pink was in order, so he kept going, as Laila kept struggling to get away.

  “You know the rules. Throwing a tantrum because I’m flying the ship is unacceptable,” Basil said.

  “You weren’t flying though! You were stopping the ship! What would have happened if you’d looked away for a few seconds? We only would have stopped a bit slower!” Laila argued. Basil decided if she could still shout like that, she hadn’t learned her lesson. He continued applying the hairbrush to her unrepentant bottom as she slowly began to stop fighting him. A few minutes later, she seemed to be concentrating on holding herself up, then it wasn’t long before she started making sobbing noises and went limp.

  “That’s better.” Basil continued to spank her; he knew she wasn’t done yet. Her behavior was unacceptable, and she needed to learn to express herself in a less confrontational way, without bottling everything up inside her then waiting for it to explode. He surmised that she had gotten this upset because all her emotions about going back near to her home planet must have brought up a lot of conflicting feelings. The bath had been the last straw for her temper, but it still needed to be challenged.

  When he heard the change from sobbing to real tears, he knew it was nearly time to stop. He gave her a few hard ones on her sit spots, then put the brush down and gently rubbed her glowing red bottom.

  “It’s all right, sweetheart, it’s all right. It’s all right…” He soothed her, still rubbing her sore places. He gathered her into a standing hug and made calming noises until she cried herself out.

  “I’m sorry. I was just excited to have a bath, and stressed about everything that happened today, and it didn’t look like you were doing anything important,” Laila sniffled. “I don’t know what got into me.”

  “Don’t worry, poppet. You must say things in a polite, constructive way instead of throwing a tantrum when you don’t get your own way, that’s all.”

  Laila nodded. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

  He kissed her on the forehead. “Do you want your towel back, princess? Are you warm enough?”

  “I’ve got plenty of warm in my bottom; I’m okay.”

  “Then let’s get you a bath poured,” he smiled.

  “I thought bad girls didn’t get baths,” Laila frowned. “I don’t really deserve one.”

  “You are going to have a bath, then I’m going to take you to bed and fuck you,” Basil said. Laila’s eyes lit up.

  “Do you really mean it?”

  “Yes. Only, there’s one condition.”

  “Anything.”

  “Since you’ve been so naughty, and your punishment isn’t over yet, you’re not allowed to come.” He watched her face fall as he said it.

  “Ohhhhhhhh. But Daddyyyy! I’m really bad at not coming!” Laila complained.

  “You’ll have to try your very best, or I will just have to spank you again for being disobedient,” Basil said. Laila sighed as if the weight of the world were on her shoulders.

  “Okay then.” She picked up her towel and folded it onto the towel warmer.

  “Then we’ll be square.” Basil turned on the water jets to fill the bath.

  When the bath was ready, Basil was amused to see Laila dip a toe in, then pull it back out again. Then she dipped her entire foot in, and pulled that back out too.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Making my feet adjust to the temperature,” she explained. Basil smiled and shook his head. The digital temperature monitor read ninety-eight degrees Fahrenheit; he’d set it to stay at the perfect temperature for a baby’s bath, so there was no need for Laila to worry about it burning her skin.

  “Have you checked it with your hand? It should be just right.”

  Laila dipped her hand in.

  “Yes, that feels perfect.” She dipped her other toe in the water then removed it quickly.

  “Then why are you…?” Basil waved a hand to indicate the little bath time ritual she seemed to be enacting.

  “Because otherwise my feet would feel left out,” she replied, as if it was simple.

  Basil chuckled.

  “Okay, baby girl, time to get into your bath.” He decided her feet had had enough dipping and he lifted her into the bath easily, enjoying the contrasting colors of her soft, peachy skin and red bottom against his muscle-hardened browner tone. Basil had always been the first person to get a tan in any given group, a fact that he knew Flin was mildly jealous of.

  Laila made contented gurgling noises once she was sitting in the tub, and Basil watched as she played with the bubbles. He was enchanted by the way she could find the fun in everything when she was in little space. He took his shirt off and began massaging her shoulders and neck, to help evaporate the stress that she must be under, what with all this unpleasantness with Gar-Kon. Her gurgles turned to happy sighs and he scooped up some of the warm water to run down her back.

  “Mmm, that feels so good!” she murmured.

  “Maybe when things settle down a bit, we could buy you some bath toys.”

  “Toys? For in the bath?” Laila stopped running her hands through the bubbles and turned her head to look at Basil.

  “Yes, we could maybe get you some duckies, or some tugboats?” Basil suggested. He wasn’t sure what toys children in Pombos had, but he suspected Laila hadn’t seen many.

  “But… if you put toys in the bath… wouldn’t they get ruined?” Laila seemed to be trying to figure this out like it was a complicated puzzle.

  “No, sweetheart, they make special toys just for bath time. They’re all waterproof,” Basil explained. “There’s a lot of different ones. I’m sure we could find something you liked.”

  Laila nodded.

  “I like the idea of that, but I would still worry about getting them wet.”

  “Why don’t we go see what there is, next time we’re near a planet with some good shops?”

  Laila turned back to her bubbles, and Basil began scooping the water over her hair to prepare it for shampooing.

  “In the meantime, I crown you King Daddy the First!” She wiggled out from under a handful of water, and held out a big scoop of bubbles; before Basil knew what she intended, she had placed them reverentially on the top of his head. He must have looked uncomfortable, because she giggled mischievously.

  “I shall take my responsibilities as King of the Nation of Bathtopia very seriously. Sit still, please, while I shampoo the
princess’s hair, so it looks perfect for all those royal engagements.”

  “Shouldn’t a servant do that, if you’re king?”

  “Oh, no, we can’t leave such an important job to a mere servant. I would be remiss in my kingly duties if I didn’t see to you myself.” Basil winked at her, and she giggled.

  Basil treated Laila to a head massage as he worked the shampoo up into a lather, and she moaned softly while he worked on her scalp. After a couple of minutes, he dipped his fingers in the bath to rinse them, then picked up the hose attachment and washed the suds away from her hair, making acres of brown strands cascade down her back like a chestnut waterfall, as the water changed the shape and texture of her hair.

  “Soapy time.” Basil was entranced by her hair under the flow of water. Reluctantly, he replaced the showerhead. He handed her the spray can of foaming cleanser. It was something he’d picked up last time they’d restocked the ship, on Minos Kerala. She squeezed the top and covered her upper body in floral-scented foam.

  “Hee hee! It tickles!” she giggled, as the foam did its work. The foam was specially designed to need no scrubbing; it cleaned away all but the most stubborn dirt in thirty seconds. While Laila was waiting, Basil moved to the other end of the tub and took one of her legs in his hand. He covered her in the foam from knee to foot. When he reached her foot, he gently massaged the sole, trying to rub away the day’s tension, to the sound of Laila’s appreciation. He took the other leg, gently swirling the foam over it, working his way down to the foot, where he kneaded that one, too, between his thumbs, making her wiggle her toes and splash her fingers in the water.

  “Rinse your feet, please, and then get up on your knees. You can hold the side of the tub to help you.”

  Laila got up on her knees so the tops of her thighs and her bottom were above the water, where Basil rubbed the foam into her pink ass cheeks, taking care to be gentle on her tender bottom. He worked down each leg until he reached the water level, before squirting some more of the foam into his hand and pressing it against her pussy, tracing his fingers over the shape gently as he did so.

  “No, Daddy, please don’t touch me there!” Laila surprised him. Basil’s hand halted its movements.

  “Why can’t I touch my baby girl down there, princess?”

  “Because I’m not allowed to come, and you’ll make me all excited!” Her little girl logic was good, Basil conceded. He, however, had daddy dom logic to counter it.

  “Before you commit to that choice, remember that, as part of your punishment, I’m going to fuck that delightful little pussy of yours, and even though you’re not allowed to come, I’d like you to be ready for me to fill you with my cock. Are you sure you want me to stop?”

  Laila considered it for a moment, then giggled and shook her head.

  “Oh, but it’s going to be so hard to not come!”

  “I know, sweetheart, that’s why it’s called a punishment. Just think about what a big orgasm you might have had, if you hadn’t thrown that tantrum…” Basil planted the mental image in Laila’s imagination, then watched her quiver for a moment before she regained some composure.

  “Can I wash the foam off now, please?” She was clearly trying to not react to Basil’s gentle stroking of her clit.

  “All right. It’s done its job,” Basil said. Splashing around in the water, Laila got rid of all the soapiness, then she washed her face.

  “I could tell it was time because it stopped being all tickly.”

  “Time to hop out then, little one. Pull the plug, please.” He pulled her towel off the heated rail. Basil unfolded the towel and held it open, and when Laila stepped out of the bath, he wrapped it around her.

  “Snug as a bug in a rug.” He rubbed the outside of the towel vigorously, to dry her off a bit, and to snuggle her up a lot. There was something so naïve and sweet about his princess when she was wrapped up in the big fluffy towel.

  “Does that mean it’s time for… you know?” Laila didn’t finish the thought.

  “It’s time for us to go into our room, so I can fuck that naughty pussy of yours.” Basil took her hand and led her across the main corridor of the ship, to their cabin. The door slid sideways and he led her to the center of the foot of the bed, where he let go of her hand.

  “Have a minute to get yourself dry while I go and switch the filter on in the bathroom, so that water vapor gets turned back into water.” He left the cabin for a minute, more to give her time to dry her body and center her thoughts than anything else. The filter did need activating though, and he tidied up the toiletries while he was at it.

  When Basil returned to his cabin, he found Laila sat on the end of the bed, legs crossed, snuggling her favorite cuddly toy.

  “Put Mr. Unicorn down, please, princess, then get on your hands and knees, with your feet properly on the bed, because it’s time for us to finish your punishment,” Basil said. Laila blinked at him then did as she was told. He undressed, then climbed on the bed behind her. His cock needed no encouragement; it had been rock hard since he’d wrapped her in the towel.

  Her pussy was open and vulnerable from this angle. Basil gently stroked her clit, then circled around her opening with a finger, before plunging it inside her, making her gasp.

  “Oh, Daddy, that feels so good!” she exclaimed, as he moved his finger in and out of her. Basil smiled to himself at the fact that she was so slick and hot inside. He couldn’t wait to fuck her, and she was more than wet enough.

  He looked at Laila. From behind, her wet slit was just visible between her legs; dark pink and ripe for the taking. He climbed up behind her and gave her still slightly pink booty a few light spanks, and she moaned in pleasure. This would be their first time together, and Basil had wanted it to be slightly different; more warm, and involving lots of orgasms for Laila, but she had thoughtlessly thrown a tantrum while he was operating the ship, and he knew he needed to show her that he wouldn’t stand for that sort of behavior.

  Not that he was in any doubt over whether she would enjoy getting a punishment fucking. The punishment, of course, lay in not being permitted to climax. It wouldn’t be very effective if she wasn’t desperate to come by the time he’d finished with her.

  Basil spread her pussy lips with his fingers, positioning the tip of his cock at her entrance, then entered her quickly. As soon as his cock was inside her tight, hot pussy, he grabbed her waist and began to fuck her.

  “You’re so tight for Daddy, baby girl.”

  She responded with a soft moan as his cock hit her G-spot.

  “Are you going to be a good girl from now on? Only good girls get to come,” he murmured in her ear.

  “Yes, Daddy, I’ll be good, I promise! Please don’t stop!”

  “I’m not going to stop until I’m good and ready. Until you’re begging to come.”

  When a liquid heat seemed to pool inside her, some primitive urge seemed to overcome Basil, and he took her hard. Soon, she was moaning into the bed as he mercilessly fucked her. She gurgled senselessly into the sheet, and he didn’t think the sounds were intended to have any deeper meaning.

  One hand reached forward and stroked a nipple, then as her nipple hardened under his touch, he found the other one and did the same.

  “Oh, please, can I come?”

  “No,” he replied.

  “I can’t stop myself! It feels so good!” She pushed back against him so he was penetrating her more deeply.

  “Bad girls don’t get to come.” Basil was steadfast.

  “Ohhhhh. Pleeeeease!”

  He silenced her with a sharp spank to her right cheek.

  “No more whining.” He knew she probably couldn’t hold out much longer; she never begged that much when she didn’t think she needed something. He fucked her harder, deeper, faster, into the place with no end, where he came. His cock released its pent-up load, driving into her core, then he stilled.

  A moment later, he pulled out of her again. When he ran his fingers lightly over h
er ass, he was pleased that she reflexively squealed and writhed at his touch.

  “Please, can I come?” she asked again.

  “Sorry, baby doll, it ain’t going to happen,” he said. “This is your punishment for throwing a tantrum. Now get into your jimjams and let’s get you tucked into bed.”

  Ten minutes later, it was time for a bedtime story. While it would have added to Laila’s punishment to not get her story, Basil had learned over the past weeks that Laila struggled to sleep, and would even wake up screaming in the night, if she didn’t get her bedtime story. He was sure she didn’t do it on purpose; it was just part of her trauma, working its way out when she was asleep and defenseless. He hoped the doctor could help her deal with it all when they finally got to see one, because he knew that under the surface, Laila was still in a bad place; her emotions were so fluid, and her confidence so easily cracked. He just wanted her to be happy.

  Basil sat beside her in bed; she was tucked in and one of his arms was around her. She leaned against his side with her head, and he held up the bedtime storybook with his free hand as he began to tell her the story.

  “It’s sleepy time for bunnies; their burrow’s warm and soft. They put on their pajamas, and take their slippers off,” he read, and Laila stared at the colorful pictures of tiny bunnies taking off their even tinier bunny slippers. Basil had read the story to her nearly every night, but she still seemed completely entranced by it.

  “Sleepy bunny stretches, and yawny bunny yawns. It’s time to snuggle down now, until the new day dawns.” As if on cue, Laila began to yawn as soon as Basil said ‘yawny bunny yawns.’ He wasn’t sure how it had started, but if he could get her to orgasm on cue the way she could yawn to this bedtime story, he knew it would give him an amazing sense of accomplishment (and, of course, it would give her more orgasms). The picture for this page was two bunnies, one yawning, one stretching, next to their soft bed. He stroked his princess’s hair and turned the page.

  “Before you go to sleepies, remember; brush your teeth. First you brush the top ones, and then brush underneath.” The bunnies were brushing their teeth with tiny toothbrushes.