I want to be in your bed when you come home, waiting exactly where you expect me— but I know that isn’t possible. So give me something else. Give me a day when the world thinks you’re working and I know better. Tell me to strip. Make me stand naked before you until there is nowhere left to hide, then tell me to crawl to your bed. Make me kneel there, face down, ass raised, presenting myself to you without hesitation. Make me spread myself open. Take your time with me. Prepare me, then slowly push the cold metal plug inside, claiming the part of me I’ve surrendered to you. Remind me that even there, I am yours. Then punish me. Twenty strikes of your belt— one after another— for every time I teased you, every time I made you ache, every time I left your cock wanting when I could have taken care of it. And when you touch between my legs, I want you to discover just how badly my body has betrayed me. Soaked. Turned on by every strike, every command, every reminder that you’re in control. T...
Daddy texted me an address. He told me to wear something slutty and to meet him there in 30 minutes. I googled the address; it was 25 minutes away, which didn’t leave much time for anything. I threw on what was in front of me, which was a loose white tank top, a jean skirt, and flip-flops, and ran out the door. I pulled up to an empty parking garage and received a text message that said, “Go to the lower level and park next to the car there.” So I went to the lower level and parked next to the only car there. It was dark and kinda creepy. I got out of my car and started looking around. I got another text message that said, “Go face the wall, put your hands against the wall and spread your legs, whatever you do, don’t turn around.” I could feel someone behind me. “Daddy, is that you?” Silence. “Who’s there?” I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. My hands were taken off the wall and tied behind my back as I was bent down on the hood of the other car. My skirt was pulled u...