I’m So Glad When Daddy Comes Home

“Hello, little girl!” Daddy was home. He set a bag on the table next to the door. I jumped up, ran across the room, and leaped into his arms, wrapping my legs around his torso, and kissed him on the cheek.

He held me firmly. “My, my, I’m happy to see you, too!” He exclaimed, setting me down on the ground.

I smiled up at him. “Welcome home, Daddy!”

“I brought you a treat,” he said, with a twinkle in his eye. He reached into the bag, and pulled out a milkshake.

I clapped my hands together. “Oh Daddy, I just love you!” I took the milkshake from his hands and sauntered back across the room, sucking fiercely on the thick concoction. It stubbornly refused to migrate up the straw.

“Well don’t you look cute,” he commented, as I walked away.

“Thanks,” I flashed him a toothy grin. “You like?”

“Very much,” he nodded his head approvingly. “What are you all dressed up for?”

“For you,” I said shyly. “I wanted to look my best ’cause you were coming home.” From my tightly buckled shoes, to my tall socks, to my fluffy polka dot skirt, crinkling with crinolin, to my frilly blouse, and my hair done in a careful high pony tail, tied with a ribbon. I gave up on sucking on the straw, and popped the lid off my milkshake. I pulled the straw out, and started licking the thick chocolate nectar directly off it, dipping it back in for more.

“Well, you make your Daddy very proud,” he smiled at me. He walked over to me, grabbed my hand, and held it up high. “Twirl for me,” he ordered. I spun around, my skirt lifting and flying as I turned. “Very nice, indeed.”

I beamed at him. He let me go and sat down on the couch. I dipped my straw back in the milkshake, and drizzled it in my mouth. I missed, and a big clump of the chocolate frozen treat landed with a splat on my chest, trickling down onto my blouse. I opened my mouth wide in shock. “Oops.”

“Oh, you clumsy girl, you’re making a mess!” he said sternly. “Go get a towel,” he ordered, pointing towards the kitchen. I rushed into the kitchen to grab a handtowel. Oh no, I was making Daddy mad with my clumsiness, and he just got home!

“Daddy, I’m really sorry,” I said, coming back into the living room, dabbing my soiled blouse with the towel.

He sighed. “I’m sure you are, but you have got to learn that food belongs in the mouth. Sometimes, I swear, I don’t know what to do with you. You’re so incorrigable.” He glared at me, tightlipped.

I frowned in remorse, and hung my head.

“Now, take that pretty shirt off, before it stains,” he ordered.

“But, Daddy — ” I started to protest.

“No buts, little girl, take it off now, or you’ll be in trouble!”

“But, Daddy, I’m not wearing anything under it!” I finished my protest.

He shook his head. “Do you think I care?” he asked me, obviously angered by my balking. “I told you not to argue with me, didn’t I? Why must you insist on being so difficult? Now take that shirt off immediately, and go stand in the corner, while I figure out what to do about you.”

I gulped, and closed my mouth, knowing arguing was futile. Daddy was right. I always had such trouble being a good little girl. He was so hard to please, though. I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, and blushing, wrapped my arms around my naked chest.

“Put your arms down, little girl,” he snapped. “You’ve got to learn that when you misbehave you lose all right to modesty. You deserve a little embarrassment, maybe it will help you remember not to make such a mess next time.” My lower lip trembled, but I lowered my arms, blushing fiercely. He grabbed me by my ponytail, and led me to the corner, shoving my head into it until my nose touched the crack. “There, now stay there until I say otherwise,” he commanded.

I didn’t dare argue again. I just stood there, trying not to fidget, for what was probably minutes, but what seemed like hours. The room was slightly chilly, and I swear I could feel a breeze blow across my bare chest, making my nipples hard. I wanted so bad to put my arms across my chest, but I fought the urge, and balled my hands into fists, keeping them at my side. My nose started to feel like it was assimilating the shape of the corner.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he spoke. “Bend over, little girl.” With his hands, he guided me, until I was leaning forward, butt up, head in corner, hands against the walls to brace me. “I’m going to spank you. Maybe then you’ll learn.”

“Oh, Daddy, no, not that!” I protested.

He sighed. “This is going to hurt me more than it hurts you.” He flipped my skirt up, exposing my panty-clad bottom. I whimpered in shame.

“What cute panties you have, sweetie. There’s just one problem with them.”

“What’s that, Daddy?” I asked in dismay. I just can’t seem to do anything right today.

“They say ‘Wednesday.’ Today’s Friday! You can’t even keep the days of the week straight, can you?” He swatted me once. I yelped. “Those have got to go, sweetie.” With a deft yank, he pulled them down my legs, over my long socks, to my ankles, and left them there. I reached back with my hands to cover my bare bottom. He swatted my hands away. “Keep your hands on the wall, unless you really want to see me mad,” he growled.

“Yes, Daddy,” I gasped. My face burned with shame.

He spanked me again. I inhaled sharply. He continued to spank my bare bottom, and while he did, he lectured me. “You need to learn to be less clumsy. Quit making a mess of yourself. Don’t argue with me, or talk back. And for god’s sake, learn your day’s of the week. What day is today?”

“Its Friday, Daddy,” I whimpered.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”

“Friday!” I cried out, as his hand kept impacting my tender flesh. Oh, it burned, over and over; he gave me no quarter.

“I’m not convinced, little girl, what did you tell me?”

“Daddy, today is Friday!” I exclaimed loudly.

“Good girl.” He patted my sore rear gently. I shuddered. He gently rubbed my behind. “What a pretty shade of red you are, my dear.” He took me by the hand, and led me over to the couch, leaving my underwear behind in the corner. My skirt fell down to cover my nakedness. I was grateful for the slight modesty it allowed.

“Have a seat, please.” He gestured towards the couch. I sat down on the edge, hands folded in my lap, and just looked up at him expectantly.

He picked up the remainder of my milkshake, which by now was half-melted. “Tsk tsk,” he said, looking into the cup. “How very wasteful of you. I went out of my way to bring home something special for my little girl, and not only do you spill it on your blouse, you don’t even have the common courtesy to finish it! I’m very disappointed in you.” He looked at me sternly.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I said meekly. “But you didn’t give me a chance to finish it, since I was in the corner!”

“Location is no excuse,” he chastised. “Did I say you couldn’t take it with you?”

“N-no, but –” I stammered.

“No buts,” he scolded me. “Didn’t we already address that? Do we need to go over that again?”

“Oh, no, Daddy, I’m sorry,” I swiftly apologized, looking down at the floor, afraid to meet his eyes.

“That’s better.” He patted my head gently. “Now, since you didn’t finish this, I’m going to assume you didn’t want it, which means you must be ungrateful.”

“Daddy, I do want it!” I protested, looking up at him.

“Don’t whine, its so unbecoming. If you had wanted it, you would have finished it, and since its still here, you obviously didn’t want it. Therefore,” he continued, pacing across the floor, “I am going to finish it for you, you ungrateful little girl, and you are going to go lie down on the floor and think about what you’ve done wrong.” He pointed to the floor, at his feet.

“Yes, Daddy,” I sighed. I crawled onto the floor, and stretched out on the cold hardwood, feeling absolutely miserable. How had things gone so horribly wrong?

He stood over me, and took a big gulp of my slushy, yummy, chocolate milkshake. Staring down at me, he tipped the cup, and spilled some on my skirt. I gasped in shock. “There,” He said, “Now your skirt matches your shirt.”

“Oh no, Daddy, its going to stain!” I exclaimed.

“Then I guess you better take it off,” he said pointedly.

I stared at him, in shock for a moment, and then quickly wriggled out of my skirt, lest he soil it any further. It was such a pretty skirt, I didn’t want it ruined just so he could prove a point to me.

“That’s better,” he said approvingly. He took another drink of my milkshake. Then again, he tipped the cup, and a big glob of the syrupy chocolate landed on my chest.

I jerked involuntary at the freezing cold shock. “Now, since you wanted to wear it, you’re going to wear it.”

“Oh, no, Daddy, no, its so cold!” I protested.

“Hold still.” He had a very serious look on his face. He crouched down, and slowly drizzled my milkshake all over me, from my shoulders to my the tops of my tall stockings. I shivered. “Now we have the best of both worlds,” he commented casually. “You get to wear your milkshake, and I get to drink it.” With that, he bent down and slurped up some of the sticky mess that had pooled near my collar bone.

I gasped, and twitched. “Oh Daddy, please don’t do this! I promise I won’t ever be ungrateful ever again! I swear!” I begged. He licked and sucked my skin from collar bone to collar bone.

“Hold still, and be quiet,” he ordered me. Some of the milkshake had drifted down into my armpit. He ducked his head down and licked me there. I let out an involuntary giggle. “Be quiet,” he said harshly.

“I’m sorry, but that tickled!” I giggled again.

He moved lower and licked up a glob that had landed in between my breasts. He sucked my nipple clean. I gasped again. Oh, that felt good. It triggered a twinge in my crotch. I sighed audibly as he slowly massaged my nipple in his mouth with his tongue and teeth. I missed it, when he stopped; but not for long, because he moved to my other nipple, sucking all the sticky sweetness away, and leaving behind an ache in my chest. He delved into my belly button with his tongue, and again I giggled. Oh, it tickled. It felt so good, but it tickled. “Stop that, Daddy,” I protested, in between peals of laughter.

He did, and instead gently blew on my wet stomach, sending goosebumps blooming across my skin. He sucked my nipples again, and the ache in my chest began anew. “I think I missed a spot,” he said, by way of explanation.

I moaned and shuddered. “Oh Daddy, it feels so good when you do that.”

“Does, it, baby?” He asked. He knelt between my legs, and slowly began licking away the sticky wetness on my thighs. The air felt electric on my damp skin. I felt another twinge in my crotch. I watched him, slowly moving up one thigh, and then the other, until the only place left with any slushy shake left was my crotch. He stuck his tongue out and gently licked me there.

I gasped, and jerked my legs. “Daddy, you can’t lick me there, that’s a bad spot! Don’t touch me there!”

“Shh, baby,” he said, holding my legs still with his large hands. “No, its not. Its going to feel good, trust me. I’m going to lick you here, and you’re going to like it, ok? Be a good little girl, and hold still. Trust me”

“Ok, Daddy,” I said, limbs trembling. I trusted him. He was my Daddy.

He gently licked my pussy, from bottom to top, in every fold and crease, delving for any remaining milkshake that he could find. Oh my, he was right. It felt good. He focused on my clitoris, and flicked it with his tongue. I gasped, and shuddered. He kept doing it, sucking and licking, in rapid strokes, and pleasure started to build at the base of my spine, radiating outward. A low moan escaped my lips. “Don’t stop, Daddy,” I pled, when he slowed down for a moment. He dove back into my pussy with abandon, unleashing a torrent of sensations throughout me. “Oh yes, Daddy,” I exclaimed. “Please lick me, I’m going to cum for you!” And with that, I did, as an orgasm crested and engulfed me. Fire coursed through my limbs, as I trembled and jerked underneath his mouth, until finally he stopped.

He crawled up and kissed me on the cheek. “You’re such a good little girl.”

“Your face smells like me,” I said.

“Do you like the smell?”

I nodded my head.

“Do you like the taste?” He asked me.

I tentatively licked his chin. He tasted like chocolate, and like me. I nodded my head again.

“Well, try this, then,” he said. He shoved two fingers deep inside me. I gasped and quivered. He took those two fingers and put them in my mouth. I sucked on them like they were a lollipop. “Do you like that, little girl?” He smiled. I nodded my head. The salty sweetness of it was intoxicating.

“Hey, I have an idea,” he exclaimed. “I have something else you can suck.” He smiled at me.

“What’s that, Daddy? A lollipop?” I grinned at him, and sat up.

“Close,” he said with a wink. He unzipped his fly, and pulled out his penis.

My jaw dropped. “You want me to suck on that?” I exclaimed, in disbelief.

“Remember how good I made you felt when I licked you?” He asked. I nodded my head. “Well, this is like that for me. You suck on this, and I’ll feel just as good as you felt. Don’t you want your Daddy to feel that good, too?” I hesitated for a moment, and then nodded my head again. “Good girl. Just think of it as a lollipop. And if you suck on it long enough, you’ll get to the creamy center.”

I beamed at him. “I love creamy centers.”

He laughed. “I know you do, now come over here.” I leaned down, and licked his cock tentatively. “That’s my good girl, now suck on it, baby.” I slipped it in my mouth and slowly began sucking. It was slightly salty, but tasted like any other skin. I sucked a little faster, bobbing my head up and down. I think Daddy liked that, because he grabbed me by my ponytail and began yanking my head up and down on his cock. He’d shove it in so deep I’d gag. The gagging brought tears to my eyes, but with Daddy’s moans and groans, I knew he was enjoying it, so I didn’t mind. In fact, the more he shoved down my throat, the wetter my pussy got. I closed my eyes and imagined it was a lollipop, or a popsicle. Cherry red, sweet and delectable. “Oh yeah, baby girl, suck your Daddy’s cock.” I did, with relish, knowing I was making Daddy feel good.

“Come here,” he said, pulling it out of my mouth, and yanking me to my feet. He led me by my hand over to the couch.

“But Daddy, I didn’t get to the creamy center!” I protested.

“No buts, remember?” He chided. “Get on your knees, baby girl.” He directed me on my knees, leaning up against the couch. “I’ve got something else to show you.” He rubbed his hand over my wet pussy, and dipped his fingers inside me again. I moaned and squirmed in pleasure. “Oh, if you like that, then you’re really going to like this.”

I could feel the pressure of his large penis pushing against my lips. He slowly slid inside me. “Oh Daddy, don’t do that! Please don’t put that there! That’s bad, that’s a bad place!” I protested defiantly.

“Hush!” He said, with a smack on my ass. “Trust me, sweetie. This is going to feel very good.”

I whimpered, but didn’t move to stop him. Slowly he slid deep inside me, and I could feel myself stretching around his thick member. He slid out, and back in again.

“Oh my,” I murmured. Daddy was right. It felt even better than his tongue, or his fingers. Faster and faster, he moved, sliding deep in me, and back out again. “Oh Daddy,” I moaned, “That feels so good.”

“Yeah baby girl, you like being fucked by your Daddy, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I cried. “Oh, fuck me, Daddy! Fuck your little girl!” I could feel another orgasm building, and then suddenly it overtook me, and I came, quivering, shuddering, moaning, gasping.

“That’s it, cum for your Daddy. Oh, you good girl.” He slammed in and out, fast and hard, and I came over and over, orgasms just blending one into the next, until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the next began. “Oh baby, I’m going to cum, all over your sweet little ass.” He pulled out his cock, and I could feel him spurting all over my rear end. “Thank you, baby girl, that felt so good.”

“You’re welcome, Daddy, but I missed the creamy center,” I pouted. He laughed, and swatted my bottom.

“That’s right, and look at the mess you made all over yourself! You better go fetch that towel again.”

I cleaned myself off quickly, feeling a little bit sticky, but warm and glowing all over.

He pulled me onto his lap, and I cuddled there, leaning up against his chest, while he stroked my hair.

“Daddy?” I asked him.

“Yes, baby?”

“I love you.”

He kissed the top of my head. “I love you too.”

“Daddy?” I asked him again.

“Yes, baby?”

“Can I have a pony, pretty please?” I looked up at him and beamed my biggest, sweetest smile.

He laughed uproariously. “I give up. You can out-little-girl my daddy act any day.”

I smirked. “Its a skill.” I stuck my tongue out at him.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/e9jcs5/im_so_glad_when_daddy_comes_home