Dominance II [Sequel to my last submission] [Public Play] [Edging] [Choking]

Ashley swallowed and adjusted her knee-socks and looked around the diner. She felt a little silly in the blouse, skirt and socks but it made sense, given why she and daddy were there. As he had explained as he slipped the egg-shaped vibrator into her pussy at home, kissing her thighs softly as she squirmed and moaned:

“Daddy’s going to need ease of access if we’re going to play in public”

The diner was relatively full- a truck driver had wandered over from the nearby motel and seemed intent on causing a shortage of coffee and pie; little gaggles of students talked softly, or not so softly, in various booths. For his part, Daddy had put them at a table for two almost dead centre in the establishment. The vibrator was buzzing at a low setting, causing her to blush softly and squeeze her thighs as she tried to tell Daddy about her day over light meals:

“I…I had a very lazy day today, daddy.” She paused as a sweet little moan overwhelmed her, “I…I just lay around, listening to m-music and drawing…” she bit her lip and swallowed hard to suppress another moan. Daddy smiled softly, resting his cheek on his fist as he watched her try her best not to moan aloud:

Dominance [DD/lg] [Edging] [Choking] [Spanking]

Ashley gasped as she was pushed against the wall, whining needily as her daddy ran his hands up her hips slowly:

“Do you want me to hurt you, princess?” he purred, his hands continuing to rise, squeezing her waist softly. She swallowed and nodded eagerly, biting her lip before whining again as his hands moved inwards from her hips, towards her panties:

“Yes… yes daddy” she breathed, looking up at his beautiful, chiselled face, “I…I want you to hurt me. You’ve been so mean lately…not hurting me even though I’ve been a good girl!” Despite her arousal, she found enough disobedience in her core to stamp her foot in protest. Her daddy’s hands fell away from the waistband of her panties and he gave a low growl that made her whimper a third time. She squeaked as she was spun around, her breasts and stomach pressed against the wall as he leaned his weight on her back:

“What have I told you about throwing tantrums?” He chided softly in her ear, leaning back and giving her right ass cheek a squeeze. She instinctively pushed her ass back into his firm grip, only to squeak and flatten herself against the wall as he spanked her hard: “*What* did I tell you?” he asked again, hand hovering above her ass in case further discipline was needed: