As I enter the room, i hear the spray of the shower. Images of You standing under the cascading waters create stirrings in my groin. Smiling to myself, i shake my head and begin to change into my pajamas. Yet, the more i try to ignore the sounds — and the accompanying thoughts — the more pervasive they become.
Without warning i find myself
debating in my mind — my body wants to follow the sounds; my mind is
staying stay, for i know i am supposed to do as Daddy says. And Daddy’s
orders are to change into my nightgown and be prepared and ready for
Standing outside the bathroom door; i don’t even recall crossing the
room… my hand reaches for the knob. Now there is a full-blown war
between subconscious desires and conscious caution. Part of me wants so
very much to enter — part of me is warning me to stay out. What if You
become angry at the invasion? What if You become angry at my disobedient
action? But … even as i ponder these questions i find the door slowly
swinging open… my feet betray me and i slip into the bathroom.
The clouds of steam give it an surreal feeling.
The moist heat
surrounds me…i gaze at your outline through the opaque glass of the
shower doors. Desire floods my body. The trembling in my body is a
combination of fear and yearning. Fear that you will be so very angry
with me — yearning for You and the rapture that You can bring forth in
You are still unaware of my presence….i can still flee. But, while i
decide to back out of the room while i still can, i instead find myself
sliding the shower door open… my legs feel like jello being rippled in a
bowl — i can no longer hide…i see the look of surprise on your face.
Searching Your eyes for any hint of displeasure, i stand just outside
The water now spraying me, dampening my gown. Madly i try to
think of a logical explanation for my presence!
You see my feet shuffle, as i look up at You with my big green eyes.
You look amused, but still have that ‘Daddy look’ as Your eyes narrow
down at me. “Is something wrong, baby girl?” You ask, with almost a sly
tone. Biting at my lip, i can only shake my head and lower my eyes. Your
strong hand reaches out and lifts my chin… i know this means You want
me to make eye contact with You. Looking up again, i fumble to find the
words that are dashing through my head, but can only manage a small
stutter. “Speak up, and clearly now, princess… like you’ve been taught.”
You say sternly.
“Yes Daddy, i.. i just wanted to, well – see You is
You know there is more to it, for You know Your baby girl better than anyone.
“Is baby girl disobeying by not preparing for Daddy as she was
instructed to do?” You ask, with that matter of fact tone You have
mastered so well. Feeling the butterflies in my tummy start to flap
around like crazy, i try to think of a way to justify why i am standing
before you, now with a damp gown.. and quivering legs. Failing this
attempt, i can only muster out a…”Yes Daddy…” as i lower my head again.
Your arms reach out and smoothly pull me into the shower…i feel Your
hands sliding my gown off my shoulders. It slithers down my body,
dropping in a pile at my feet. You reach out for me. Your hand takes
mine. Your hand, so strong neither draws me in nor pushes me away. The
water begins to cover me. As You draw me even closer to You, i feel the
surges of emotion sweep through my body. Every nerve is now alive and
signaling. You lower Your head — Your mouth covering mine. The kiss is
gentle yet provocative. As You slide Your arms around my shoulders to
draw me even closer, my mind finds sanctuary. Your tongue now probing my
lips and my own tongue slides out to entwine and dance with yours.
Waves of desire flood my being.
My small breasts press against Your wet chest, the water lubricating
our bodies so that we glide together. The swelling of Your staff presses
between my legs. Pulling Your head back enough to meet my eyes again,
You remind me that i have still disobeyed You. And while You do not ever
get angry with me for wanting to see or be with You.. when i am told to
do something, it is to be done. You tell me that while it is ok that i
need You, a baby girl must learn patience and do as she is told, when
she is told.
Knowing You are right, as Daddy always is… i softly tell You i am
sorry for misbehaving. You reach out and wipe away the first fallen tear
from my eyes, and kiss my nose before turning my body around and
instruct me to get into position. Realizing that You are about to punish
me here and now, i instantly squirm, knowing that the water is going to
make it sting that much more. But, not wanting to further disobey, i
lean my body forward and brace myself against the shower wall. The water
splashes down on my bottom and i feel Your hand gently caressing the
soon to be very red flesh.
You take your time, and the anticipation of what is to come rushes
through me. You’ve never actually spanked me fully in the shower, beyond
a slap here or there for fun or reminder when i tend to get carried
away when washing Daddy. Feeling my legs tremble, i start to squirm
again… causing You to grab a hold of my hips, and tell me sternly to
stay still.. or it will be much more severe. With the words “Yes
Daddy..” getting caught in my throat, i feel the first sting of Your
hand hit the right cheek. Before i can even mutter out a ‘one..’ i feel
it again on the left side. You’ve gone straight to business… right to
left… right to left… each starting to sting more than the last. Tears
start to fill my eyes, but i am also suddenly having a war in my mind
about the water… for it is making each smack sting that much more.. but
also, i have hopes that it will somewhat conceal how wet i am becoming
between my legs.
Feeling Daddy pause, i stay in position.. knowing better than to move
until Daddy says so. I then feel Daddy lathering soap over the already
stinging spots… at first it feels soothing, but Oh! how the stings kick
in. Trying with all my might not to start squirming again, i feel my
knees bend forward… You take one strong arm and hold me at the hips, as
the other instantly goes back to the punishment of spanking Your little
Emotions sweep through me as the quivering within becomes a sensation
of infinite pleasure.Your hands skillfully deliver each swat and with
each one, i feel more and more release. How i thrive on Your authority..
the feel of Your hands How secure i feel as You draw me even closer to
You after delivering the final swats. Feeling Your shaft press against
me, my hips begin a gentle rotation … pressing against Yours…i feel Your
Stiffness sliding along my mound … i press against it more. Your hands
run down my back … fingers gently rubbing my spine — searching for each
area; massaging; rubbing. You again take the soap and begin to
thoroughly lather my body. Working in small circles, You watch the white
bubbles cover my skin as Your hands slide across my breasts, You hear a
moan emanate from deep within me. Your fingers toy with my distended
Time loses all meaning as we move together under the warm mist of the
shower spray. Each passing second increasing the desires until it would
seem that our bodies must explode…i take the soap and work up even more
lather…i ask You for permission to lather up Your now very erect cock.
The soap falls from my hands as i tilt my head back to kiss you…my
tongue probing your mouth. Finally drawing away, i bend forward to pick
up the soap … a smile toying with my lips. i enjoy the pretense of ‘just
picking up the soap’ as though i am not aware that Your staff is now
pressed against the tight opening. Using my body to signal You that i
want You to penetrate me — to press into that tight, quivering hole.
Knowing that You will move slowly inwards until the muscles relent to
the pressure of Your staff and accept the pleasures of stimulation being
offered…i derive immense pleasure from the twinge of discomfort at
first being entered there. The muscles relent at Your steady pressure
and You slide in … so very, very slowly. Your hands reaching under to
caress my breasts, massaging them…my nipples pressed between Your
fingers send shocks through my body as i press backwards against You,
wanting You fully within me.
You order me to reach down to caress myself … igniting flames of
sensations that flood my being as You begin to pump. Now, the muscles
are responding to the pleasant stimulation and also sending currents of
ecstasy through my body. Mewing cries of pleasure escape my lips … You
allow the passions to erupt and thrust in harder and faster — plunging
into me i feel the warmth as Your fluids flood me. Your moans of release
filling my ears and my approaching orgasm starts to climbs to unknown
peaks. Breathlessly, i ask for permission to come for Daddy… “Please
Daddy, please can i come…” i beg… feeling Your arms tighten around me,
You tell me i will do no such thing at this moment… but i will wash up,
and go finish preparing as You originally instructed.. and we will see
about release if you behave this time….