[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/105jjdl/mindless_deprived_babygirl_orgasm_denial_daddydom/)
Daddy had been so busy at work lately that he hasn’t had a whole lot of time to pay attention to me. He was either at the office or in his personal office at home glued to his damn laptop. The endless teasing that he had promised had waned to once or twice every few days, or one day out of the entire week. However, some days, he would come home pissed at someone he worked with and he would take his anger out on me by spanking me on the couch, bed, floor, or any other solid surface he could reach first. Daddy would spank my ass until it was flaming red, pinch my nipples until they were bruised at raw, deliciously torturing until I begged for sweet release.
Every single time I was close, he would growl “Don’t you fucking dare Baby girl.”
Afterwards, he would send me to shower, and then to bed without any further interaction. That left me frustrated and horny to no end. On the following days, he didn’t even have time to rub lotion on my bruised butt, or even snuggle. The entire situation pissed me off, causing pouty tantrums that I only had the pleasure of viewing…and cleaning up after…
After two weeks of barely any physical or verbal contact, he was able to take one day off. That day happened to be on a Saturday…
Daddy has a knack for tying me up without waking me, and he took every advantage of his unique abilities. I awoke to being tied with my wrists cuffed to my thighs, and Daddy in between my legs, lazily eating me out while toying with the plug in my ass.
“Daddy, don’t tease me.” I whined, struggling with my cuffs.
I could feel his grin against my core, as he gripped my thighs and pulled me closer towards him. Occasionally, his fingers would trace my clit and my pussy, making me convulse with pleasure.
It didn’t take long for me to become a whimpering puddle against his skilled mouth.
“Let me cum Daddy!” I gasped, my pussy fluttering and practically pulsing along with my racing heart.
“Do you want to add another month to your denial?” He hummed against me, “Or maybe two.”
My eyes rolled back as his tongue glossed over my slit.
“Three months might be too cruel…but maybe my little brat deserves it. Look how wet you are Baby girl. You’ve soaked the sheets and the mattress.” He hummed against me, “But you taste so good.”
I sobbed as he continued to edge me with his mouth and fingers. He chuckled at my whining and begging, sometimes to go as far to mock me. He edged me all morning until he decided I had enough, spanked my clit, and then left me to stew on the bed while he made us lunch.
After lunch, I went about my Saturday as normal, doing laundry, cooking, and cleaning. Daddy disappeared into his office to work, leaving me to my own devices. When I took him dinner, he barely looked up when I placed it on his desk. After dinner alone, I washed the dishes, showered and ended up sitting on the couch to watch TV.
Two hours later, Daddy found me buried under a blanket, struggling to keep my eyes open.
“Why aren’t you in bed, Baby girl? It’s after your bedtime. ”
I reached out to him, “Daddy! I missed you!”
He chuckled, “It seems that you have, but that still doesn’t tell me why you aren’t asleep in bed.”
“You aren’t in bed Daddy, I can’t sleep while you work all night long. It’s rude, and mean. And I sleep better when you are next to me.”
He plopped on the couch next to me, pulling my smaller frame into his arms. “You’re gonna get a spanking tomorrow because you missed your bedtime.”
He chuckled at my pout, “Don’t even think about trying to change my mind. Your adorable little excuses won’t work on me. That ass is mine tomorrow.”
He lifted me to my feet, “Go shower, brush your teeth, and get that cute, little ass in bed. No detours, and no excuses. All protests will be added to your punishment tomorrow.”
I huffed, stuck my tongue out, and stormed off to shower by myself.
Sunday, the spanking never happened. Daddy got called into work early for some emergency. It didn’t happen Monday, or Tuesday, or any other day that week. Nor did it happen the next. I barely saw him, and if I did it was either a brief glance before I fell asleep or long enough to get a pair of clothes. It only made my tantrums worse, and more frequent. Every pillow and blanket had been thrown off the bed, couch, and loveseat, nor were they piled neatly on the floor either. I had reorganized his shoes so they weren’t anywhere near the mate, and his suit jackets were separated from the matching pants. I really wanted to turn all his white shirts pink, but figured that would be too basic.
One morning, I woke up before him, showered, dressed in one of his casual button downs, and hid his car keys. I also texted his boss to let them know he would be late by a couple of hours. Once I had gotten dressed, I made my way to the kitchen and made myself coffee, knowing I would need it. Two sips from the end of my coffee, I heard Daddy’s alarm go off. While he cursed, showered, and started to get ready, I made myself another cup. I was long finished with it by the time he walked into the kitchen.
“Where are my keys?” He asked with a demanding undertone.
“Sit, we need to talk.”
“Now is not the time, I’m needed at work.”
“Fucking avocados, I’m safewording out, and they aren’t expecting you at work until 10:00.”
His enraged look made me want to crawl into the nearest closet until he left for the day, but I knew I had to stand my ground.
“We are going to talk for 10 fucking minutes and then you can go on your merry way and work yourself to death for all I care, but at the very least you can let me know if you are alive twice a day,” I said, feeling my blood pressure begin to rise.
“Where is this coming from?” He asked, “Why didn’t you say anything earlier?”
I scoffed, “And be the massive bitch for being upset at her Daddy for working and supporting both of them? If I am going to submit to your desires, denial, obnoxiously long hours, and anything else, you will call me or text me at least twice a day. Also, if you are going to delay a punishment for more than 2 days, the punishment is no longer valid.”
I wanted to smack the stupidly confused look of his handsome face, “What punishment has been delayed?”
“Over two weeks ago, you said you were going to spank me for staying up past my bedtime. I’ve been waiting for you to throw me over the couch for ripping all the blankets and pillows, or for screwing up your closet and shoes. I’ve even debated scrubbing the toilet with your toothbrush cause I’m so mad that you can’t even pay five minutes to see if I’m still breathing. Every text, phone call, and note you ignore drives me up the wall.”
“You’re awful demanding for someone who looks so sexy demanding things in my shirt.” Daddy sat down across from me, “Okay, punishments will be canceled if not delivered within 48 hours, and I will let you know that I am alive at least twice a day minimum when I am not at the house. I will agree to this as long as you continue our former deal with orgasm denial, and if you put the pillows, blankets, and my closet back in order, I won’t spank your ass raw.”
“Also, you take at least one night off and cuddle me no matter how busy work is. If cuddling leads to something else, so be it.”
He sat pondering our negotiations for a few moments, “Did you really scrub the toilet with my toothbrush?”
“No, but I thought about it for longer than I should have. Anything else you want to negotiate?”
He grinned and stood up, “Since you postponed work for me, maybe I can stay and make it up to you.”
I glared at him, “Unless you plan on giving me the best orgasm of my life, it’s best you go to work. Your keys and shoes are in the deep freeze in the garage.”
He laughed, “You hit my shoes too? In the freezer?”
“If you get cold feet on me, I’m gonna make sure they are frigid. Plus you deserved it for the past couple weeks. I quite enjoyed throwing tantrums without getting my ass put back in its place.”
He stood, and I followed him to the front door. “If you come home before my bedtime, I might allow you to give me a maintenance spanking tonight.”
He grabbed me, and kissed me hard. “If I come home late, I’ll just have to wake you up to give you a maintenance spanking.”
“My Daddy won’t like that. He says his Baby girl is a bitch when she doesn’t get proper sleep.” I kissed him again, “Get going so you can come home earlier.”
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