Lollipop

“Daddy!” she shrieked. “No! You wouldn’t do that. Would you?” She tried to wriggle out of her daddy’s hold but her movements only made him tighten his grip. “Don’t, Daddy. Please don’t,” she begged, already starting to giggle.

Daddy’s fingers inched closer to her skin. She started to squirm again. “I think maybe I will.” The hand poised over the little girl’s ribs moved closer still.

“Daddy’s mean!” she said, trying not to giggle in anticipation of those fingers touching her skin.

“Yes. And you are thoroughly enjoying it,” Daddy told her. He was enjoying it too. He hated spanking her, even if she really deserved it and loved to see her laugh afterwards. His fingers touched her skin.

The little girl wriggled again but it did nothing to alleviate her situation. She was stuck and every move she made caused the fingers on her skin to tickle worse. “Stop, Daddy!” she giggled.

He removed his hand and stopped for a moment to study her. She began to relax, believing that her Daddy really would stop. “No,” Daddy said, contrary to her beliefs. The fingers that had been resting against the little girl’s ribs moved, pressing down harder.

She jerked away as well as she could with Daddy still holding her down. She bit the inside of his lip to hold her laughter in, not wanting Daddy to know how much she loved this. The fingers on her ribs moved again and, caught quite by surprise, the little girl let her laughter come bubbling out. She felt the her dangly thingy that was no longer dangly but hard jerk against her tummy. “Daddy! Stop!” she managed to gasp despite being nearly breathless. “Stop! Stop!” Further words were impossible. Daddy released her wrists and used both hands to tickle her.

Several minutes later when it finally stopped the little girl was completely breathless but she felt much better than she had during and after her spanking. And she was determined to never ever do anything bad again. She lay on the bed snuggled against her Daddy as she slowly recovered the breath she had giggled away only moments before. That had been fun but what about… “Daddy?” she asked softly at last.

“What?” Daddy asked. He hugged her close to his side, her no-longer-dangly thing pressed against his leg and he smiled to hear her barely suppressed moan.

“I don’t know. I forget,” she said. When her thingy had rubbed against Daddy’s leg she had had to concentrate all of her will power – not that she had much – on not letting the white stuff come out then and there.

Daddy smiled and kissed the little girl’s forehead. He was used to her little pointless comments and questions.

“Daddy?” she asked again, tipping her head back to look up at him.

Daddy turned his head to look at her. “Did you remember what you were going to say?” he asked, amused.

“Yes, Daddy. Love me?”

“Oh, baby. Of course I love you. What would make you think otherwise?

Daddy’s words brought an almost blinding smile to her face. “No! Not that way! Love me like in the Special Game.” She tugged at the arm that was holding her. “Play now, Daddy!”

Now he understood. “One day I’m going to teach you to say ‘fuck me’,” he told the little girl. “It would make things a lot easier.”

“I can’t say that!” She managed to look shocked and childishly offended at the same time.

“But you have,” Daddy reminded her. He slid his hand over her flat little tummy and down across her right leg to wrap it around her hard and not dangly thing.

The little girl gasped as Daddy touched the place she was not supposed to touch ever under any circumstances. “Because you…you made me…”

“Made you what?” Daddy asked. “What did I make you do?” He loved to make her talk when she was thinking more about what she obviously wanted to play their Special Game. The suspense made it all the sweeter when he finally let her have what she wanted. Just to keep her going, Daddy squeezed the hardness between her legs, being careful not to cause the little girl any pain but doing it hard enough to make her moan loudly.

“You made me – Daddy!” she shrieked. She gripped the sheet beneath her with both hands and curled her toes so tightly she thought they were going to break. But Daddy removed his hand for a moment, just long enough to make all the good feelings go away and she kicked the mattress, wanting Daddy to touch her again.

“What did I make you do?” Daddy asked. He moved his hand back to her genitals and stroked gently again, growing more aroused with every sound the little girl made.

“Daddy made me say things,” she muttered almost to herself. She began to rock her hips against her Daddy’s hand, the feeling that meant the white stuff was going to come out beginning to creep over her again.

Daddy’s hand left her flesh again.

Disappointed, the little girl opened eyes that had been squeezed shut, her entire body shaking. “Daddy,” she whined.

“Shh.” Daddy gently brushed her hair back from her sweaty forehead.

“But Daddy-“ she started to protest.

“Shh,” he murmured again. “Shh.” The little girl let her eyes drift shut and her breathing gradually slowed then returned to normal. She relaxed into the safety of her Daddy’s arms. “That’s better,” he said soothingly. “That’s my good girl.”

She made a sound that was almost like the purr of a cat and rubbed her face against her Daddy’s shoulder. “Daddy love me now?” she asked.

“Impatient little thing, aren’t you?” he asked instead of answering.

The little girl grinned at her Daddy. “Yes!” she announced. “Kiss me now.”

Daddy touched his mouth to the little girl’s. He let his tongue slip inside to explore every inch of her mouth and turned it into a kiss of the type little girls and their daddies should never share. She wriggled against her daddy, her dangly thingy rubbing against his pants, and wrapped both arms around his neck. Their kiss grew longer and deeper until finally they had to pull away from one another to breathe. The second kiss was not as long as the first and when it ended the little girl curled her hands into fists in her Daddy’s shirt. “Daddy, please?” she asked again.

“Please what?” Daddy asked. “Tell me what you want.” He wanted to hear her sweet little mouth say the dirtiest words she could think of. It was always such a turn on.

“You know what I want!” she protested. “Just do it, Daddy! Please!”

“Not until you tell me.” He pushed the ruffled skirt of her dress up above her waist anyway as a promise for things yet to come.

The little girl wiggled happily. She always got her way. But still… “I can’t, Daddy.”

“You can,” he prompted. “Tell me what you want.”

“I…I want…Daddy…” Her voice became inaudible. Then a moment later… “Fuck me!” she all but shouted before she lost her nerve. “Daddy, fuck me.” Her face turned red and she looked away, unable to meet her Daddy’s eyes.

Daddy smiled at her. “Good girl,” he said proudly. “That’s my good girl. You always do what Daddy wants, don’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“And what happens if you ever say that word when Daddy doesn’t tell you to?” her daddy asked. It was all right if she said things she should not say when he told her too but any other time…

“Daddy spanks,” she said and pouted. She hated being spanked, as she had exhibited earlier.

“It wasn’t so hard to say that, was it?” he asked.

She pouted again. “It was horrible. I want a present now. Want to play.”

Her daddy agreed with her. “Maybe,” he told her. He sat up. The little girl whined like a puppy and started to follow him. He pushed her delicate frame back against the pillows with one hand and a minimum of force. “No, baby,” he said. “Stay there.”

She stayed without protest. Besides, she liked the big fluffy pillows on Daddy’s bed.

Daddy kissed her lips again then the tip of her nose and, avoiding the puffy dress bunched up almost around her neck now, he moved down her body, stopping to pay attention to one pale pink nipple, sucking on it briefly before running his tongue over it. The little girl whimpered then giggled at the pleasurable sensation, her fingernails digging into Daddy’s shoulders. Her Daddy gently pushed her back down onto the bed and moved his attention to her other nipple, giving it the same treatment he had given the other one. He received the same reaction.

“Daddy! Daddy, please!” the little girl begged, pulling on his shoulders to bring him back up.

Her daddy let her eager little hands pull him up to lie between her legs again. He kissed her and she let out a soft moan and rocked her hips against her Daddy. “You like that?” Daddy asked.

She nodded and made a purring sound.

Daddy kissed her lips again and moved back down the bed, pressing kisses to random patches of her sensitive skin as he did. At last he dropped a kiss just above her naval and looked up. He found the little girl staring down at him, big beautiful blue eyes filled with anticipation and a most childlike, innocent expression on her face.

“Daddy…” she prompted. “Daddy, more, please.”

“Shh. Wait. Patience is a virtue.” Daddy bent his head and kissed the inside of each of her thighs. He used his strong hands to hold her slender hips to the bed and kissed the tip of her ‘dangly thingy.’

The little girl moaned and thrashed about despite her Daddy’s restraining hands.

Daddy pinned her to the bed again, pressed her down firmly with both hands, and then took his right hand away. “Stay there,” he commanded. Then, holding her down with only his left hand, he wrapped his right hand around the base of her stiff-and-no-longer-dangly thingy and slowly licked around the head. She wriggled and curled her toes but stayed on the bed as she had been instructed. Daddy lifted his head and met her eyes. “You are not allowed to come until I say you can,” he informed her. Without giving the little girl a chance to protest, Daddy swallowed her not-so-dangly thingy whole.

She moaned loudly, her fingers and toes curled into the silk sheet beneath her. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she knew the white stuff was going to come out no matter what Daddy said and he would be angry and –

Daddy pulled back slowly and quit. When her breathing seemed a little more normal after several minutes he continued, pulling off slowly then going down again until the little girl was whimpering and arching her hips off the bed despite her Daddy’s strong, restraining hand on his hip. Then Daddy took his attention away from her no-longer-dangly thing all together.

The little girl whimpered in protest. “Daddy…”

Daddy placed one finger over her lips. “Shh. There’s no hurry,” he reminded her. “We have all the time in the world.”

She was used to having her own way. She always got what she wanted exactly when she wanted it. The little girl smiled sweetly at her Daddy and drew his finger into her mouth. She sucked on it for a long moment just the same way she liked to suck on other parts of him. Then she bit down as hard as she could, tasting blood.

“Brat!” Daddy jerked his finger away. “Are you asking to be spanked again?”

She grinned at him.

“That was not funny.”

She gave him her most innocent smile. “I thought it was.”

Daddy was unable to reach the little girl’s bottom in their current position so he delivered a hard slap to the side of her leg.

“Owie!” she cried. “Daddy! That’s mean!”

“Then behave and it won’t happen again.”

She stuck her tongue out and would have protested more but Daddy moved his hand downward from her hip and between her legs to press the finger she had been sucking on against her entrance. She gasped in surprise and wriggled her hips, pushing against her Daddy’s finger, all thoughts of misbehaving completely forgotten. “Please, Daddy?” she begged.

“Are you going to be a good girl?” Daddy asked.

The little girl nodded solemnly. “Yes, Daddy. I promise.”

Daddy gently kissed her forehead. “Good girl,” he said, using his free hand to brush away the sweat soaked curls that had fallen into her face. He reached for a small, white tube on the nightstand and opened it, squeezing out a large amount of clear jelly like substance. The little girl remained quiet, knowing she was getting what she wanted. Her daddy dropped the little tube over the side of the bed and smeared the icky stuff on three of his fingers. Then he pushed one of his fingers into her. She whimpered and pushed against the finger inside her. Daddy took her reaction as a good sign and added a second finger to the first.

The little girl wiggled her bottom against Daddy’s hand. “More, Daddy! Please,” she begged a big breathlessly.

Daddy gave her what she wanted, slipping a third finger inside her. “Is this what you want?” he asked her.

She shook her head. “More, Daddy. “What-“ she moaned loudly as her Daddy’s fingers brushed against that place inside her that made her feel good. “Want Daddy’s thingy inside me now,” she finished.

Daddy removed his fingers and carefully replaced them with his own not-so-dangly thingy. With both of the restraining hands on her hips having been removed, the little girl was able to arch up to meet her Daddy as he thrust into her.

“Daddy! Daddy!” she cried. “I can’t-“ The white stuff was going to come out whether Daddy said it could or not.

“You can. Just a little while longer, baby.”

She shook her head. “No!”

“Yes.”

Her entire body stiffened. Her fingers gripped the sheets beneath her, holding on so hard her knuckles turned white.

“Not yet.”

She whimpered. Her hands opened then closed on the sheets again.

“That’s it,” Daddy said, pleased that she was behaving so well. He leaned down and, mouth positioned next to the tiny pink shell of her ear, whispered, “Come for me.”

That was what she had been waiting for. She squeezed her eyes shut. Her back arched. Her hands gripped the sheets and her toes curled tightly. Her muscles tightened around her Daddy, driving them both over the edge.

Several long minutes later Nicky pulled out of the boy in the pink dress lying on the bed half asleep. “Scene’s over, Princess,” he said, collapsing on the bed beside the younger boy.