Camila squirmed in her chair, eyeing the pink flower clock to see how much longer she had to stay seated. Daddy stood there watching her, and the sight of his pretty girl all dolled up just for him made him incredibly aroused, and he shifted his legs so she wouldn’t notice.
“Why can’t I just be five minutes?” she asked, haughtily.
“Camila...” he said, his voice warning her.
“I think it’s stupid I have to be in time out!”
That was the last straw.
“All right, you know what happens next.”
Camila’s eyes widened as she watched Daddy walk across the room to the shelves by the window. He reached up to the top shelf which she couldn’t get to by herself, and there sat a long black box, the only black object in an entire room of pastel. Camila had dubbed it “the punishment box” because inside were all the things that Daddy would use on her when she disobeyed. She sat quietly, semi-petrified, watching him set the box on the nightstand next to her and open it up. He pulled out a length of thin rope, wrapping it around his hand.
“You know what happens when you don’t follow the rules, pumpkin,” he said, shaking his head. “You know that Daddy doesn’t like that.”
“I’m sorry,” Camila said in a whimper, bringing her thin legs up onto the chair and hugging them.
“Put your legs down,” he ordered. She obeyed, dropping them down by the legs of the chair. He kneeled down by her and slowly tied each of her legs to the chair. She winced slightly at the pain from the tightness but said nothing, her expression still stubborn.
“You’ve got to learn to do your chores for Daddy,” he said in a low voice as he secured the knots of the rope. “Otherwise you will make Daddy really mad.” Just as he finished tying her up, he lifted his eyes up to look at her, and his gaze traveled to the spot between her legs underneath her skirt. His kitten was so excited about her dress that she had forgotten to put on panties, and he caught a glimpse of her slit under the fabric. She was clean-shaven, just the way Daddy liked it, and he could see a few hints of moisture accumulating between her lips.
“Well, mi amor,” he said, moving up so that he could tie up her wrists to the sides of the chair. “I hope now you will learn your lesson.”
Camila was too feisty to listen. She always loved to get the last word in. She stuck out her tongue at him with another “hmmph!” then turned her head and said sharply, “I don’t want to learn my lesson!”
“Camila, you’re not listening to Daddy very well,” he said, standing up and towering over her. He took his hand and placed it on her cheek, running it down to grip her chin and lifting up her face so that he could look into her brown eyes. “Don’t you love Daddy?”
She nodded slowly, averting her gaze.
“After all of this bad behavior, I’m not so sure. You’ll have to show me how much you love me.”
Camila nodded again, and Daddy leaned forward to kiss her, pressing his lips against hers softly. Camila kissed him back, and Daddy let out a soft moan. Even kisses from his little princess got him incredibly aroused. He pried open her lips with his tongue, and let it rub against hers before sucking on her lower lip. He released her mouth, then stood up straight again and started to unzip his pants.
“What are you doing, Daddy?” Camila asked coyly, watching him in fascination.
“You know what I’m doing,” he responded. “I want you to give me a big kiss somewhere else.”
Camila smiled. “But I’m all tied up.”
“That will make it even better,” he said, smiling back. He pulled out his large, throbbing cock, letting it hang in front of her face. Camila couldn’t help but lick her lips at the sight of it. She loved kissing his cock, and she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, ready to accept his manhood. He stepped forward, rubbing the head against her tongue and lips before plunging it into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down as Daddy thrusted and put his hand on the base of her neck.
"Very good, mi amor," he whispered as he pushed himself into her. He brought his hand up the back of her neck. Her pigtails bounced as she sucked him, and he grabbed one of them to pull her closer. She looked up at him, and their eyes met. She was filled with wild explorative lust, and he was filled with love and desire. Just the look on his face made her pussy moisten.
She continued to bob her head on his cock, pumping her wet lips in a tight circle around him. He pushed in deeper, and she began to gag slightly. His moans were increasing, hand moving up from her neck to fist her hair. His cock was impossibly hard now and she was marveling at how strong it was when she felt the dull pain in her scalp. She raised her eyes to meet Daddy's stormy gaze again.
“That’s a good girl,” he said, moaning loudly, tightening his hand around the back of her neck. “You take my cock so well, sweetheart.” He began to undo the small clasps on her dress, letting them fall over her shoulders. He continued to thrust as he lifted up the pretty shirt she was wearing, and revealed her soft breasts. He groped her breasts, feeling her hardened nipple against his palm before tugging at it.
Suddenly, he pulled himself out, groaning softly. “Sweetheart, you got me really close,” he said with a small smile.
“I did good?” asked Camila, raising her eyebrows knowingly.
“You did so good. But Daddy wants more of you.” He kneeled down in front of her, taking one of her breasts in his mouth.
