Punishment from daddy for not cleaning my mess [Ddlg] (Part 1)

After a few months of being apart, the few days being together would always be a little exhausting. Around the late afternoon hours I would get very sleepy and tend to fall alseep for one or two hours.

That one day, mid-summer, we just came back from a long walk in the afternoon heat. My feet were a little sore from the time walking, my skin a little sweaty. I have always been sensetive to the sun, after a few hours outside under the sun, I would almost immediatley fade into sleep if i sat down for just a minute.

“I’ll go inside for a bit, i need to lay down for a second.” Daddy was ok with that so I hopped onto the bed and watched daddy close the door as he would stay outside and read until I came back. I sighed and rubbed my tired eyes as i managed to struggle my shirt off my body. I threw it on the floor, next to my shoes. I knew daddy wouldn’t like that but I’d just clean my mess later. I was almost knocked out but somehow i was able to get rid off all my clothes, I disliked sleeping with any clothes still on me. My body felt heavy, exhaustion overpowered me and I willingly gave in to the temptation of the soft sheet and calming warmth.

I woke up after what felt like just a few minutes of sleep. I felt daddys big hand on my face, brushing over my cheek. I smiled with my eyes still closed and let out a little yawn. Daddy was right behind me, spooning me like he would do it every evening. I felt his breath in my neck, giving me a tickling sensation. He kept one of his hand close to my head, whilst one slid down my neck and shoulders to my bare breasts. I did not only feel daddys breath anymore, now his lips were slightly nibbling on my skin, making me moan a little. I was hoping for some cuddles, so i could doze off again. But as if he could read my mind, daddy got close to my ear and whispered ” Daddy saw all your clothes on the floor, you can’t make a mess like that when you’re with daddy, he doesn’t like that at all.” I slowly opened my eyes. “But I was gonna do that after I took a little nap.” I looked in daddys eyes, begging to let me sleep, but he just looked at me, sighed a bit and said ” Still so much to learn little girl” As he was saying that i felt his index finger brushing over my skin, going from my neck to my soft boobs. I knew vaguely knew what was about to happen and prepared myself. I had not yet finished my thought as i shrieked up a bit from the sudden pain. Daddy had squeezed my nipple between his fingers with quite a bit of force, leaving them hard and red. I was instantly awake. “Now” daddy said, pinching my nipple a few times,”clean up your mess.”

Avoiding any more punishment i got up and stumbled on the floor. I was on my knees now, naked, grabbing my clothes, proceeding to fold them. I had just grabbed my shirt, turning it on the right side again, as i heard daddys feet landing on the ground next to me. He also got on his knees, right behind me, putting one of his hands on my bare ass. His other hand grabbed my hair and bundled it up so it would be easier to pull on. Daddy slowly pulled it towards him, making me arch my back first, and with a bit more force making me sit up straight whilst still on my knees. “Daddy wasn’t done punishing you yet, turn around, let daddy see your eyes.” …

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/mrzn12/punishment_from_daddy_for_not_cleaning_my_mess