Inspired by what took place a few days ago.
Part I (Gauging interest for part II)
I had been fussing all morning. Just in an overly cranky nit picking mood. Major attitude. I don’t know if it was hormonal or if I was under rested. Whatever the case, I needed correction.
In the middle of a conversation where he was getting frustrated with me, he stopped talking and stepped forward toward me. He wrapped his fingers around my wrist in one movement and pulled me to the bedroom.
“Lock the door.” He said quietly.
I stood there awaiting further instruction. Clearly I made Daddy mad and I better not do it again, I thought to myself.
“There.” His finger pointed at the bed.
I turned around and sat on the bed when he stepped between my legs, dick print against my thigh. A familiar warmth. Comfort.
Wait I thought I was in trouble.
A hand grabs my throat and my attention. “You’ve really been a handful today, haven’t you?”
I swallow hard under his fingers.
“I said — you’ve really been a handful today. Haven’t you?”