# Daddys little princess chapter 8
stretching as I wake up, for a split second I forget what we had done this morning but the pain as I stretched soon reminds me, gasping and winching as I feel the soreness radiating from the whelps. Slowly I roll to my side and look at the clock 12:36pm. Smiling as I slip out of bed, despite the aching I feel pretty good. Winching as I pull my dressing gown on, feeling the material brush against my back, as and thighs, reminding me what we did, but also reminding me why I got punished so harshly. Shaking my head at my own stupid actions as I open the bedroom door, closing my eyes and breathing deeply a gorgeous smell floats up the hall, sniffing again trying to work out what it is that I can smell, slowly I make my way down the hall, smiling as I realise one s the smells is bacon, “your cooking daddy” I giggle to myself, having vision of the mess in my kitchen from your attempt at cooking.