“Okay.”
I started to apply the green goo and it felt surprisingly cool to my fingers. I hope it’s not too cold for her, I thought as I applied the solution carefully around her entire face.
Once I was finished with that, I put two cucumbers on her eyes.
“Okay, babe. The bedroom clock says 8:15 p.m. I’ll remove the facial mask at 8:45 p.m. I’m going to paint your nails while the face mask dries. I chose red for your fingernails and hot pink for your toenails, and I also got little flower stickers for your toenails. A perfect combination of my big wife and little girl. I hope that you like those choices.”
“Mmm-hmm,” she said, keeping her face still under the mask.
I set off and managed to paint all of her nails by 8:45 p.m. Then I took off the cucumbers and began to peel the face mask off. It came off very quickly.
She started to sit up, but I placed a hand on her shoulder and pushed her down, saying, “Hold on there, tiger. I’m not done with you yet.”
She lay back down and I could tell that she was wondering what I was going to do next. I dipped another washcloth in the bowel of water and washed her face again, then dried it off with another towel. When I was done with that, I massaged lotion into her face.
When I was finished, she sat up on the table. “Jackson, thank you so much for today! I can’t ever remember feeling so relaxed!”
“Hold the applause, I still have one more surprise.”
“What? No! You’ve done too much already!”
I scooped her up and laid her on our bed. “Oh no. Now the last surprise is for both of us.”
By the time that I was on top of Samantha, I was naked and had just rolled a condom onto my aching shaft. I sealed my lips to hers, while she reached down and grabbed my hard shaft and started to move her hand up and down my length.
I growled, “If you don’t stop what you’re doing with your hand, this night is going to end before it even begins. Here. I want you on top this time.”
I swung her around so that I was lying on my back and she was straddling me. She grabbed my cock, positioned it at her very wet entrance, and impaled herself on it. I let out an “Umph!” at the feeling of her pussy squeezing my cock, and then she began to move, picking herself up until just barely the head of my cock was in her and then slamming down on me again. We quickly set a pace, meeting each other thrust for thrust.
Samantha’s breasts were jiggling in front of my face, so I began to suck on one while my hands stayed firmly on her hips.
“You close, baby?”
“Yes!” she moaned.
“Good.” I bit her nipple, knowing that would push her over the edge.
She screamed out my name as she was thrown over the edge into an intense orgasm.
As her inner muscles grabbed tightly onto my cock, milking it, I found my release. I grabbed onto her hips, not letting them move as I emptied my seed and letting out a low growl as I came. Samantha fell on top of me.
After a few minutes, I said, “That… that was amazing!”
“I know,” Samantha breathed. “Our sex life has gone from good to out of this world best sex ever.”
“You can say that again.”
She got off me and I heard a pop as she pulled herself off my cock. I quickly rolled the used condom off and tossed it into the trashcan by my side of the bed.
Samantha lay down next to me and I rolled over so we were facing each other. “Thank you for today. It was a day I’ll never forget.”
“No, thank you, sweetie. I wanted to give you this day to thank you for going along with my fetish. I know that most people wouldn’t want to, because they would be disgusted by it, or because they couldn’t trust me enough to not take advantage of them in such a vulnerable state, but you do. I love you so much, baby.”
“I love you too. You’re welcome.” She opened her mouth as if to say something more, but closed it and gave me a kiss.
“Is there anything else that you want to say, Samantha? It looks like you do.”
“Not on that subject.”
“What subject then?”
“You ready for round two?”
I laughed and seconds later, she shot into my arms.
Chapter Twenty-Five
It was a Monday morning in December, it was freezing cold outside, and I was running late for work as I got out of my car, carrying my briefcase and purse in one hand and my large cup of coffee in the other. I had an important meeting with my boss and the other executives of my company this morning. Of all the days to run late, this was not the one.
I walked through the lobby of my office and right into the open elevators. On the ride up, I went over everything I wanted to say in the meeting. Then the doors opened and I rushed out the door, crashing right into someone and spilling my coffee all over my shirt.
“Crap!” I said, as I looked down at the green blouse that I had worn with a black skirt and black heels. The blouse was now ruined, a big coffee stain right in the middle of it.
“I’m so sorry, Mrs. Briggs,” exclaimed Cathy, the employee who I had run into.
“It’s fine, Cathy. I should have watched where I was going,” I said, as I started to walk away from her and up the stairs toward my office.
“Samantha! You’re late! We needed you in here fifteen minutes ago!” my boss shouted at me through the open conference door.
“I’m sorry. Just give me one more minute,” I said as I rushed into my office. I put my purse and briefcase down on my table and quickly grabbed some Kleenex to blot my shirt dry. That didn’t work, but thankfully I had a sweater in my office so I could cover up my soiled shirt. Then I grabbed my laptop and notebook and headed into the conference room.
* * *
The meeting ended three hours later, and I had been so frazzled from the morning that I ended up not saying half of the stuff I had planned to.
I was just about to leave the conference room when my boss said, “Samantha, can you stay in here for a moment?”
I did as I was told, thinking, my boss wanting me to stay after can’t be good.
“Close the door please, and have a seat,” he said, once the last person left.
I did as I was told, closing the door and sitting down in the conference chair next to him.
“Samantha, you’ve worked for this company for a while now. So you know how I like to run things around here. You also know that I do not like my employees running late to meetings. I’ve never had a problem with your job performance until now.”
“I’m sorry. I know I was late today, but it was just because of traffic. It won’t happen again. I promise,” I said, feeling very disappointed in myself and that I had made my boss question my job performance. I should not have stopped for that stupid coffee this morning, I thought to myself.
“It better not. This was a very important meeting, and we can’t have one of our top executives showing up late with coffee all over her shirt. That doesn’t reflect well on this company.”
“I… I’m really sorry, sir,” I said, bowing my head. I had never been reprimanded like this before at work. All I wanted to do was cry and run home so my daddy could hold me while I held Molly. I slightly shook my head at that thought. I’m a big girl right now, at work, not at home as a little girl with my daddy, I told myself.
“I’m glad that we worked that out. Now, why don’t you get back to work.”
“Yes, sir,” I said and walked back to my office.
I sat down at my desk, the urge to cry getting stronger. I shook my head and bit my lip, trying not to cry. I had never liked it when authority figures yelled at me. Only once had a teacher yelled at me at school, and I had come home crying.
I started my computer and pulled up the documents I needed to work on, but I was still upset about getting scolded by my boss. I was reading the emails I’d received over the weekend when I realized that I was sucking on my thumb. I pulled my thumb out of my mouth, shocked that I had done something that a little gi
rl would do. And even worse, I had done it in public at my work place.
I couldn’t be at work anymore. All I wanted to do was cry and go to my daddy so he could protect me.
That was the problem! My daddy! If it weren’t for him and his stupid role playing, I wouldn’t be acting like a four-year-old girl after getting yelled at by my boss.
I decided that it would be best for me to work from home so I could get control of my stupid emotions. With that having been decided, I turned off my computer, pushed my chair in, grabbed my briefcase and purse, and walked out of my office.
My assistant, Kaylee, was by her desk and asked, “What’s wrong, Mrs. Briggs?”
“Nothing. I’m just going to take a sick day for the rest of the day. Call me at home if you need anything,” I said, walking out of my office and to my car.
I got home from work fast and walked into the laundry room, tossed my purse and briefcase on the dryer, took off my shoes, and walked into the kitchen where Jackson was standing.
“What are you doing home, honey?” he asked, clearly confused.
“I’m taking half a sick day,” I said, walking past him.
“Samantha. Samantha!” he called out as I went upstairs to our bedroom.
He must have followed me because soon he was standing next to me. “Young lady! I was talking to you. If you are sick, then it’s my responsibility to take care of you. You will be getting a spanking for not listening to me when I was directly calling you.”
I turned around and yelled, “No! I don’t deserve that!”
“You just added corner time and a few extra spanks to your punishment. Keep it up, young lady, and you’ll be getting an early bedtime too.”
“I said no!” I shouted at him, stomping my foot and wrapping my arms around myself. I was trying to not burst into tears after getting yelled at by my boss earlier and now my husband was yelling at me too. I couldn’t take this.
“That’s it!” he shouted, and within seconds I was over his lap and my naked butt was in the air.
Smack! “You will respect me—when I tell you—something!”
I lay limp as a noodle over my husband’s lap as my spanking began. I came home to try and think, and then all of a sudden I was lying on his lap, getting a spanking.
Smack! “And you will—listen to me—when I am—talking to you!”
I was crying so hard, and I felt so confused. Work had been horrible and now this was happening, and I just couldn’t think anymore!
At the beginning of the spanking, I felt the sting every time my daddy’s hand met my bottom, but then I stopped feeling it and just felt numb. I didn’t know what to do anymore.
“What do you have to say for yourself, young lady?”
“O-octopus,” I whispered.
“What? Samantha?”
Jackson made no protests as I got up from his lap. I wrapped my arms around myself and couldn’t stop crying. I couldn’t say anything. I knew that he hadn’t expected me to say my safe word, but I didn’t know what else to do. I was so confused. My emotions were so mixed up that I could barely feel how sore my bottom was.
“Samantha? Tell me what’s wrong.”
“This! This… is wrong! This hitting… and acting… like a baby! It’s wrong! I… can’t… I can’t do this anymore!”
“Samantha… let’s talk about this,” he said, holding his hands up like he would if he were trying to calm down a wounded animal.
I shook my head and cried, “No! No more role playing! No more talking! Never again!” I couldn’t do it. I’d had a terrible morning and then I’d come home to my husband spanking me. I couldn’t handle it.
“Samantha?” he said, taking a step towards me.
I looked at my husband and shook my head, then ran out of the room and into the guest bedroom. I tossed aside the covers, lay down in the bed, and pulled the covers over my head.
When my butt came in contact with the cool sheets, I let out a shriek of pain. It was then that I realized I was naked from the waist down, but I didn’t care. I tried to think about what had just happened, but it didn’t go too well because I was crying so hard. All I knew was that I couldn’t do this anymore. That was my last thought before I fell asleep.
* * *
I awoke feeling groggy. When I opened my eyes to check what time it was, I saw Jackson sitting in a chair next to the bed. “Hey.”
“Hi,” I said, sitting up and rubbing my eyes.
“How are you feeling?”
“Tired. What time is it?”
“It’s just after six in the evening. I made you some dinner and I also brought you a change of clothes since I took off your underwear and pants and I’m sure that you want to get out of your work blouse. I noticed it has a stain on it,” he said, gesturing to a tray on the nightstand and the small pile of clothes at the end of the bed.
“Thank you,” I said, reaching for the tray.
He helped me grab the tray and settle it on my lap. He had made me grilled cheese, with a small bowl of broccoli and a small bowl of watermelon. There was also a glass of water. I ate in silence, and when I had finished the food, Jackson moved the tray off my lap.
He sat back down on the chair next to the bed and said, “Samantha, we need to talk about what happened earlier today.”
I was not ready to talk about what happened, but I guessed I owed him an explanation. “I just can’t do this anymore, Jackson. I’m sorry.”
“Can you at least tell me why?”
I just shrugged my shoulders. “When I started doing this, I did it for you. I wanted to make you happy. But now, it’s affecting me in my adult life, and I can’t let that happen.”
“Can you tell me how it affected your adult life?”
I shook my head and looked down at my hands.
“Okay, Samantha. That’s your decision.”
I glanced at my husband, and it broke my heart to see the expression on his face. He looked like he had lost his puppy and that he found out that Christmas was going to be canceled. I wanted to make him happy, I really did. But, I just couldn’t do it.
“Do you need anything else, sweetie?”
“No, thank you. I just want to go back to sleep.”
“Okay, Samantha. I’ll be up late working in my office if you need anything.”
I just nodded as I watched him get up and walk out of the guest room. Once he left, I quickly changed into the clothes that he brought, not wanting to sleep in my stained shirt anymore.
I climbed back into bed and I fell back against the pillows, staring up at the ceiling. I was just so confused. A part of me wanted to please my husband and make him happy. But the only way that I could fully make him happy was if I role played with him. And truth be told, a part of me enjoyed being his little girl so much. It was so nice to be able to relax and let my daddy worry about everything, while I got to play with my dolls or imagine up a whole new reality.
Then there was another part of me that thought Jackson and I were freaks for role playing the way we did. Lastly, the fact that my role playing kind of leaked over into my adult life made me angry. Before I had started role playing, I would have never almost cried after getting yelled at by my boss, and I most certainly would not have sucked my thumb at work for comfort.
That was why I had decided to stop role playing all together because as much as I wanted to make my husband happy, I could not risk people finding out about what my husband and I liked to do during our free time. That terrified me. I did not know what I would do if someone found out that I liked to dress up and act like a little girl.
I sighed as I closed my eyes. I thought I had made the right decision in choosing not to role play anymore, yet a part of me was heartbroken and felt like I was making a horrible choice. I just shook my head and decided that I could think about this more tomorrow. I turned onto my stomach and tried to fall back asleep, hoping that tomorrow my decision would feel better.
* * *
It was finally Friday. I�
��d had one of the worst weeks of my life. Everything that could go wrong this week, did go wrong. I pulled my CRV into the garage and turned it off. All I wanted to do was go into the house and walk into my daddy’s arms and let him take care of everything, but I couldn’t do that because I had told Jackson I never wanted to role play with him again.
I sighed and got out of my car and walked into the laundry room. I dropped my briefcase and purse on the dryer while I toed off my high heels. Then I walked into the kitchen and saw that my husband had dinner already on the table.
“Hi, honey,” he said, closing the refrigerator.
“Hello,” I said, going over and sitting next to my plate.
“I hope you’re hungry. I made hamburgers with a fresh salad.”
“That sounds delicious,” I said, taking a sip of water.
He placed a hamburger on my plate and one on his, and then he sat down. “Dig in.”
I took a bite. “This is so good!”
“Thanks, honey,” he said, smiling at me.
We sat in silence as we ate dinner. Ever since Monday, we had barely talked. I didn’t know what to say to him and I don’t think he knew what to say to me. How does a married couple go back to acting normal after they developed a daddy-daughter relationship?
But suddenly Jackson said, “So, I was in the nursery today. I’m thinking of getting rid of it since we won’t be using it anymore. Do you have any ideas for the room? It could be your office or an exercise room or a game room…”
I stared up at my husband when he said that. All of a sudden, I lost the rest of my appetite. “You… you’re gonna get rid of everything?” I asked.
“Yes. I mean, it’s pointless to keep any of that stuff if we won’t be using it ever again.”
“Ummm… yeah, you’re right,” I said, looking down at my food. All I could think about was that my dolls and clothes and Molly were going to be thrown out… again. I was devastated. This week had been one of the worst ones of my life, and this was the cherry on top of it.
“That room can be whatever you want it to be. Are you done with your dinner?”
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