It was the week from hell.  I had meetings everyday, each one longer than the last. Add to that an office manager that was demon possessed and you get an idea of how my week has gone.  The only peace has been my baby.  Despite all the turmoil at work, the discipline that I have instilled in her has been my one constant.  Sadly, so far this week I have had to call her everyday to let her know I would be home very late.  And after that bullshit yesterday, I had enough.  So this morning I made sure I resolved all issues once and for all.  I have to laugh; at one point I think I used my dungeon voice. 

I should have used that voice on Monday. It worked out so well that I was actually able to leave work early.  I even had enough time to get my baby some flowers and still make it home at just about the time she would be kneeling for my normal arrival.  So, I was in a good mood when I pulled into the driveway and headed up the walk.  I couldn't help but get a big goofy grin on my face as I opened the door. That smile quickly went away as I saw no pillow and no baby kneeling on it.  I wasn't mad at first, emergencies do happen.  Like the time I came home and didn't find her there, only to see that her mom had decided to stop by for a visit. It became clear fairly soon that there were no visitors today though. So what the fuck had possessed her to not greet me the way she knew she was supposed to. I put the flowers on the counter and made my way upstairs and as I neared our bedroom I could hear loud moans.  At first, I thought that maybe she was sick, but as I walked through the door I saw that was not the case. 

There on the bed was my baby, headphones on, and playing with herself.  Now I was angry but before I could explode I couldn't help but to stop and watch.  I love her body. I guess the politically correct term is BBW. Whatever, I just think she is beautiful, full of soft curves. I love watching her play with herself. Her hands moved over her flesh like they belonged to another. She reacted as though someone else was touching her.  Her body writhed. Her back arched.  Her hands were not just caressing her body; they were making love to it. One hand was caressing her clit, fingers easing inside her pussy, the other hand rolling, pulling and twisting her nipples.  She was so far gone that she hadn't noticed the car pull up and add to that whatever she was listening to, and she was in a world of her own.  You almost would think she could tell I was there, as though she was performing for me.

My initial reaction was to interrupt.  She knows she is not allowed to play without permission. Yeah, I should have dragged her ass off the bed the moment I saw what she was doing.  But… the little head was ignoring what the big head felt I should do.  The sounds she made were very familiar to me.  I could tell when she was nearing climax.  I could tell that she was prolonging it.  I could hear the sweet birdlike cooing that meant an explosion was near.  Followed by deep sharp breaths that meant she was trying to control it.  This was then followed by deep moans which meant she was starting over.  My resolve was weakening.  The idea of punishment about to be abandoned totally, when the latest birdlike cooing evolved into the reason our home was sound proofed. 

“SHITTTTTT!!!!!!!!  FUCK!!!!!!!!!!  OH GODDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!”

Hearing that outburst one might think that was the end of it.  Though she was now silent, her body now entered what she called after shocks.  Someone who didn't know her would say that the tremors she was experiencing were convulsions.  But she was having “mini orgasms” that could sometimes number in the dozens if allowed to follow their course.  Her shouts were arousing but they snapped me out of my happy place.  Now my anger flowed in full force.  I walked over and snatched the headphones from her head. The shock at realizing she was not alone brought her back to reality, fear at not knowing who had entered our room, relief at seeing it was me, and then real fear at realizing she had been caught.  “Ohhhh Daddy, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to… I mean uummmmm…”

I let her ramble on, waiting for her discipline to kick in. She knew I hated excuses, she knew when caught like this she needed to be silent until I spoke.  I said one word “Heel!”  The harshness in my voice when I used that command made her nearly levitate to her proper place.  Following the command she quickly scrambled up and knelt on my right side like an obedient dog. The protocol that followed that command didn't allow her words, unless she was safe wording.  Other than that, the only verbal reaction she was allowed was to whine like a dog. 
“I thought you were a good girl.  It seems you are just a horny slut.  Horny sluts are easy to find, perhaps I should find another.”  That’s when the sad pathetic whining began. 
“Stay”
I went to sit on the bed.  “Fetch the paper slut.” While she was gone I removed my clothes. It felt good to take off that corporate uniform.
Seeming happy to be given something to do, she quickly returned with the paper. She dropped it on my lap and looked up for approval. She began to whine once more when she saw my frown was still there. Grabbing her hair, I turned her and began to beat her ass with the rolled up paper. Once again she whined, not from pain so much, but from embarrassment.  While she liked pain, she hated to be punished like a dog that had soiled the rug. Stopping, I stood and dragged her up onto the bed, and pushed her face down into the wet spot. “Bad dog!  Bad Bad Dog!!  Maybe what you need is a bone.  Do you want a bone bitch?”
The whines continued. I forced her on the floor and pushed my dick into her mouth; slowly moving as deep as I could. When she began to gag, I warned her that she would have lick up any vomit. Though well trained, she lost her canine persona at this point. The tears flowed. I could hear her muffled “Daddy I'm sorry” over and over around my dick.  Still holding her by the hair I pulled out, “Well you seemed to be having a good time when I got here.  Weren't you?!!!”
“No Daddy, I mean yes daddy, I mean…”
“Shut Up!  Yes you were enjoying yourself but you ignored one place.”

Her eyes grew wide and before she could protest, I turned her around.  Reaching for the jar of Vaseline and rubbing some on my dick, I knelt down, pushing the tip against her.  Steadily forcing myself into her puckered asshole, ignoring her tears and begging,

“No..no..no Daddy.  I'm sorry; I won't play again without permission.  I won't forget to greet you.”

I continue to push as I slap her ass hard, “Shut the fuck up bitch.  You weren't thinking of the rules when were playing with your pussy.  WERE YOU???”

She could only whimper in response.  I moved slowly till I was fully in. I leaned in close and bit her on the shoulder.

"Owww please Daddy, please I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Shut the fuck up!!"

I began to thrust slowly at first, then a bit faster and hard, until gradually I am pounding away at her body.  I'm distracted by someone growling, until I realize it’s me, and that I'm nearing climax.  When I can hold back no longer, I pull out and shoot all that I have on her ass and back.  I'm so spent I stumble back on the bed leaving her a whimpering mess. 

After what seemed like an eternity, I reach down once again, grabbing her hair.  I lead/drag her into the bathroom and push her into the tub.  Scowling at her, I ask if she knows how dogs mark their territory.  Before she can utter a word, I do just that.  I let my piss flow over her body, covering her from head to neck, but careful not let it get in her hair.  Hey, I'm no fool no matter how angry I was.  At this point, all she could do was lay there and whimper.  I let her sit there as I took a warm wash cloth and cleaned myself.  Turning to her, I stated “I need you to warm my feet while I watch TV, but first you need to clean yourself up.”

She was too out of it to do much more than whimper. I grasped her hair once more and turned on a cold shower.  She jumped and tried to hop out.  I jerked her head still.  “I won't waste warm water on such a disobedient slut.  Wash yourself and then come down and warm my feet.”
Cold water is a favorite torment of mine.  As clean as she likes to be, she never rushes a shower, even if it was cold. While she cleansed herself, I put on my favorite night shirt (she says I look like Grandpa Walton in it) and went into the family room and turned on CNN. I don't watch much else these days. Soon, I could smell the sweet scent of the bath gel she liked. She moved into the room and curled up around my feet.  Her breasts soft and so warm against them.  As she warmed my toes I said, “You may speak freely.”
A moment or two passed, I could feel a new source of warmth, her tears on my leg.  “Daddy, I'm so sorry.  I know I messed up.  I wanted to make tonight the start of a great weekend after such a hard week for you.  Earlier when I took my shower I laid down and..and ….”  She started to sob deeply for a minute.  “And now I've wasted so much of your time, and I couldn't cook the meal I wanted and….”

“There, there, my pet.  What’s done is done.  This afternoon did a lot to ease the stress I was experiencing.  As far as a special weekend and dinner, call Sean's.  Tell them you are calling for me and ask to speak to Sean.  Thank him for the special birthday dinner he made last week and then tell him I need another special meal delivered for tonight. Go do that now.”
“One other thing, what were you listening to when I found you?”
“I was listening to the recording from the play session on your birthday, Daddy.”
Hmmmm.. that would explain how she was so easily distracted.

Happily she stood and moved to the phone. Without missing a beat she gathered the flowers and placed them in a vase. Before the call I stopped her, “Oh, and baby, get my toy bag out. I think this will indeed be a special weekend.”

 

“Yes Daddy."