“Okay Kitten, Daddy wants you in your french maid costume, hair up in pony tail, hold-ups, heels, sexy knickers and all that goes with the costume, like the feather duster and hair piece.”
“Yes, Daddy. Any implements or toys in particular that you need me to have prepared?”
“No thank you Kitten, I will do this part myself.”
I move quickly to our room and pull out the maid costume and all that goes with it. Once I have finished getting dressed I put my hair up and touch up my makeup. I then grab the feather duster and put the hair piece up on my head, check myself once more and head to the living room where Daddy is waiting.
I walk into the living room and see Daddy has an ironing board out with iron heating up on it for me to iron his shirt that is laid out on the board. He also has a list of things he wants me to do. He holds it out to me and I walk over and take it, look over it and then once done, I look at him for direction.
“Okay Kitten, get started with the list please. Start with ironing my shirt and then move on to the list.”
“Good girl. I like to watch you do your chores dressed this way.”
I put the list on the table, walk over to the ironing board, and start ironing Daddy’s shirt. Once I am done with this, I hang it up and unplug the iron for it to cool. I pick the list back up and begin by starting at the top with vacuuming (Hoovering as Daddy calls it.)
I bend at the waist and lean over to move things as needed, as Daddy likes to see plenty of my bum while I do chores. Daddy walks by at one point of my bending over and pops me with the crop. I jump, not expecting it. He gives a short laugh then sits down to continue watching. Once the vacuuming is done I move to dusting, which calls for more bending and dipping.
I am almost done with the list when Daddy calls me over and has me kneel in front of him. He sits there for a few minutes with a stern look on his face as he contemplates what he will do next. I sit there with my mind running wild wondering if I did everything and did it right. Wondering why he is having me do this when I think I have done everything right so far, but still have a few things to finish.
“Kitten, I know you are excited to know what Daddy has planned for you, but there was no need to rush through the dusting. That does not get things done properly. You will now lie over the foot stool and receive a spanking for your hastiness. Do you understand?” (The foot stool is a large square padded stool to rest your feet on while lounging in the living room area.)
“Yes, Sir, Daddy, I understand.” I then get up and lay across the padded foot stool and raise my skirt up to my waist for Daddy to have access to my bottom.
“Good girl,” he says. “I will begin with the hair brush and then we will do a few with the leather paddle. Do you understand, baby girl?”
“Yes, Sir, I understand.”
“You have me so turned on Kitten. I am just itching to get my hands on this beautiful bum of yours.”
He begins with the brush, peppering my cheeks and upper thighs.
He steps back a second to admire his work. “Mmmm…nice and rosy Kitten.”
He then proceeds with the leather paddle. Covering the same area he did with the brush, he begins to hit a couple of spots over and over and they are beginning to become very sensitive. My quick intake of breath lets him know this.
He stops and rubs over these areas before moving on to the wooden paddle. I moan knowing this is going to start really hurting. He begins at the tops of my cheeks and covers each one, going over the sensitive spots as well as going down to my upper thighs and the sit spots. I am yelping each time he goes over these tender areas and jumping. Each time I do so, he says, “baby girl, hold your position and stop moving,” or “Kitten, hold,” or “baby girl, keep it up and it will continue.”
Only thing is, there is no way to stay still, and Daddy knows this. It just adds to the spankings though.
I am so wet at this point I know my knickers are soaked. So does Daddy obviously, because he stops and reaches down to see just how wet I am at this point.
“I see my baby is enjoying this a bit, huh Kitten?”
“Knickers off and get up on the foot stool, hands and knees, right now, Kitten.”
“Yes, Sir.” I get up clumsily from the stool, take off my knickers and position myself up on the stool as Daddy directed.
“Good girl. Now a couple more swipes with this beautiful flogger. Skirt back up out of my way now.”
I move the skirt back up to my waist and Daddy begins with the flogger. The thumping of the leather flogger lulls me into that wonderful blissful space for a few minutes. I then realize Daddy as stopped and is caressing my cunt. I sigh and moan as he passes over my clit and then back down again to my pussy. He pushes two fingers in, fucking me with those fingers, leaning in to lick my clit.
I mewl like the kitten I am and sigh as each pass he makes over my clit and cunt makes me even wetter than I was.
He pauses as he reaches for something out of my sight. I then hear a faint buzz and feel the pressure as he pushes the anal vibrator in, nicely lubed and slipping in easily.
He then continues sliding his fingers into my cunt, pressing my g-spot as he does. He then pulls them out, sliding his hard cock in their place. I moan as the feeling of being full and sensory overload begins.
“Oh baby girl, your tight pussy is so amazing!”
I moan in response.
I feel the orgasm quickly rising. The quickening in my cunt squeezing his cock. I know it won’t be long before we both cum.
“Yes baby girl?!”
Then it hit hard, “Daddy! I need to cum, pleeeaaaasssssee can I cum????”
“Yes baby, cum for me now!”
I came and came so hard. And just as I did Daddy came really hard.
We stayed there for a moment catching our breath then we moved to the couch where he held me. The anal vibrator seems to have made us both cum harder than we normally do, with that extra boost to our senses.
Mmmm…look forward to doing that again!
*I originally started writing this for last weeks Masturbation Monday but didn’t get it finished in time. Hope you all enjoy anyway!?
* Pic from Pinterest