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I can’t stop fidgeting as I stare at the clock. Imagining the second hand ticking around and around and around. It feels like it’s been hours since Daddy said he was leaving work. I’m listening intently for his car, not daring to move yet for fear he will catch me out of position. Keeling on the floor with my knees spread, my hands behind my back and my head looking down, I silently beg for him to be close. Maybe he stopped at the store? I’ve been sitting here for so long that I need to use the bathroom and I have no idea how much longer he will be. My knees are sore and my bladder is ready to exploit. Testing my luck, I decide to risk moving and quickly run to the bathroom. I do my business quickly and wash my hands. Just as I’m walking out of the door, I run directly into Daddy’s chest. I didn’t Even hear his car, I have no idea how he got into the house without me noticing! I immediately drop to my knees and resume the position I was SUPPOSED to be in as he walked through the door. If I explain it to him, maybe he will understand that I couldn’t wait any more, he had called over an hour ago and took so much longer to get home than usual.

“I’m sorry, Daddy! It’s just, you took so long to get home that I-” He cuts me off by grabbing my jaw and tilting my head up to look at him.

“Stop talking.” He tsks in disappointment. “I had big plans for you tonight little girl. I was going to make you feel so good, play with your pretty little pussy and make you scream and cum over and over… But it seems you don’t want that? If you did, you would not have moved after I told you to get into position to greet me. Now what am I going to do with you?”

My lip trembles, not sure if he is expecting me to reply or simply musing out loud to taunt me.

He doesn’t wait for a response, though. Grabbing my arms and hauling me to my feet, he leads us back to our bedroom and deposits me on the floor next to the bed.

“Don’t move and don’t speak” is the only instruction I’m given as I watch him undress and head to our bathroom to shower.

“I’ve had a long day. You are going to wash me in the shower while I decide how to punish you. Do you understand?”

I nod earnestly, waiting for him to give me permission to follow….

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The bathroom is still steamy from our shower. Daddy made me wash him first then he washed me with excitingly slow strokes. It felt so good but he wouldn’t touch me how I wanted. I felt his fingertips brush my clip as he washed me but he was almost clinical about it. He was just cleaning an object, his object, and he wouldn’t give me the pressure or the touch I was craving. All too soon he gave my ass a quick swat and said the shower was over. We step out and grab our towels in silence. I’m drying my legs when Daddy grabs my hair and forces my mouth into his cock.

“Make sure it’s still nice and clean little girl.”

I swallow his cock into the back of my throat like I’ll never need air again. I’m so turned on and desperate for him to take me. My clip is swollen and throbbing and he hasn’t even tried to get me worked up. But I suckle on him and moan at the thought of it being too much to take that he just fucks me right here against the counter. That fantasy is quickly shattered when he rips himself out of my mouth, then hooks my fingers in my jaw to make me look up..

“Now that I’m nice and clean, I am going to have dinner. Since you’ve already eaten yours,” he looks at his rock hard cock and back at me, “you will wait for me to finish like the good girl you are SUPPOSED to be. Understand?”

I reply with “Yes Daddy” and head to follow him to the kitchen. I’m not really sure what he wants me to do yet, so I stick close while he makes a plate and heads back to the table to eat. Before I can pull out a chair for myself, I’m stopped by hand around my throat. “Only good girls sit at the table with Daddy. Are you a good little girl?”

“Yes Daddy!” I nod urgently trying to get you to agree.

“Hmm, I’m not convinced. If you were, you wouldn’t have moved from the position I told you to take while waiting for me to come home.” His tone is stern, making me realize that I might actually be in trouble.

“Real of the chair, you’re going to go under the table and straddle my leg. You will rub your pussy on me but you’re not allowed cum. When I’m finished, you’re going to show me how wet you are by climbing on top of the table, laying on your back and presenting your pussy to me. IF I’m satisfied, maybe I’ll let you cum tonight.”

A little bit shocked since he has never made me do that before. I’m frozen in place by the table contemplating his instructions, but a squeeze and a pointed look has me snapping back, hastily replying with a “yes Daddy” as I quickly climb under the table and wrap myself around his leg. I must have been quick enough because I heard him begin to eat without any more instruction, and as I settle my pussy against his leg, I can feel my clip still swollen, throbbing, and begging for attention. I start to feel wetness on the inside of my thighs the more I rub myself on his leg. I’m half tempted to make myself cum anyway because I almost can’t stand it, but I’m scared I won’t be able to hide it and then be in even more trouble. I start to move my hand up his leg to his still hard cock when I hear the fork clatter on the plate, signaling the end of his meal.

Quickly pulling back and crawling from the floor to the top of the table, I lay down on my back and scoot as close to the edge as possible, right where the plate just sat. My hands are slippery as I try to show him how swollen and needy my clip is, I can feel my wetness dripping down past my ass and onto the table as he just stars at me with hunger in his eyes. He is just staring and staring, not saying a word, and right when I start to worry I did something wrong, he brings his finger up to my pussy,hovering over my already too sensitive clip. I buck my hips, desperate for contact but he quickly pulled away before I can. I try this twice more before I get a look that has me locking my muscles in place to try and stay still. As soon as I am, he lightly ruslbs the tip of his finger over my clip and leans in close. I can feel his warm breath wash over me and I am so turned on I could probably cum in a second, so numb with lust that I didn’t sense his other hand moving closer. I didn’t see what he was holding. He starts to tease me faster, edging me closer and closer to orgasm, when I suddenly feel something hard and cold slide into pussy and he removes his finger from my throbbing clip. I jerk my head up to see what was just shoved inside me and my eyes go wide as I realize it was not a dildo, but the speculum.

“Yes, that is what you think it is, little girl. I still haven’t decided if you deserve to cum tonight, so I’m going to play with you while I consider it. Remember, onlygood girls get to cum. First, I’m going to stretch you open while I watch TV and finish up some paperwork. I’ll need somewhere to hold the dildo I plan on using later.”

I can only stare, eyes wide as saucers as he begins to open the speculum slowly, making sure I hear each and every click as it gets wider. Then once it’s as wide as he wants it, he slowly brings out a smaller dildo we usually use for throat training. I instinctively open my mouth when he chuckles and tsks again.

“Oh no little girl, this isn’t for your mouth. This is going inside you. You’ll be able to tell it’s there, but the speculum will prevent you from clenching around it so that you are totally incapable of cumming or even getting close. Just think of it as a placeholder until you’re allowed to have Daddy’s cock.”

With a smile, he puts the dildo inside me and leans down to press a gentle kiss on my clip before straightening and moving his hand to push the dildo so far it hits my cervix, but not allowering me to gain any pleasure due to the speculum. I can feel it’s weight as I shift, I can feel the dildo touching my gspot and I can’t do anything about it.

“Now be a good girl and wait here while I clean up.”