Daddy's Girl

Ch. 8 Burning*

Chapter 8
Burning

*light sexual content*
Emma
     That night, Daddy (finally he's truly my daddy now) does not tuck me into my bed in the pretty pink room. Instead, he carries me on his hip straight to his room and opens the door, navigating around furniture and rugs in the dark. When he sits me in the center of the bed, I happily sink into the mattress and wiggle about, thrilled to be surrounded by Daddy's scent on the soft blankies.
     "Kitten" He says and immediately he has my attention. I likes the new nickname a lot. My sleepy eyes find his outline in the dark and I watch as he reaches down and pulls his shirt up and over his head. Even in the dark I can sees the muscle there, the chiseled expanse of his rock-hard chest, the savage muscle of his torso outlining the shape of his pectorals and abs. Suddenly I can nots swallow and the weird warm feeling from a few days ago is back. Last time it happened was when Daddy first helped me dress. Now he is the one undressing. "Do you want to sleep with Daddy tonight?"
     I nods, a little distracted. Daddy has always sleeped with no shirt but I is sneaky and always crawl into his bed late at night, when I can't sees.
     "Words, Kitten."
     "Yes, Daddy."
     He grins. Daddy seems so happy now that I finally calls him that out loud. "I'm glad, Princess. You have no idea how happy it makes Daddy to hear you call me that."
     I fidget. "I likes being your princess." I is brave in the dark.
     The bed dips as Daddy lays down and pulls me on top of his chest. I sigh and wiggle up to his neck, burying my face there. Daddy is so warm and strong. His arms wrap around me, protecting me. I has never felt so safe. "And I already love being your daddy. Tomorrow we'll come up with your rewards and punishments, okay? Then Daddy has an excuse to spoil you when you're good."
     "Or punish me when me bad" I mutter.
     There's a swift spank to my bottom and I gasps, more shocked than hurt. A burning tingle radiates from where Daddy just spanked me and the warm feeling grows. "Watch it. You're Daddy's now and Daddy gets to decide what to do with that little mouth."
"L-Like what?"
"Like shove my cock down your throat."
He must hears me gasp again because he grins down at my scarlet cheeks. I is so embarrassed I can't looks back at him. Never has anyone spoken to me this way, especially in the posh society I was raised.
"Cat got your tongue, Kitten?" Daddy chuckles.
I hides my face in his neck again. I is both nervous and excited, my lower tummy tingly and deliciously hot. Daddy's hands slide down my back to my bottom and began rubbing. I lets out a quiet little moan. Something hard pokes my hip.
"Ugh, baby girl, you're driving me crazy" Daddy groans. He sighs and pats my bottom, smoothing over the sting of where he spanked me. "Okay, okay, it's time for bed now."
     "Why, Daddy?"
     "Cause Daddy only touches you like an adult when you're big, baby."
I pout but allow him to keep rubbing my bottom and soothing the stingy feeling. Soon I is so relaxed my eyes gets heavy and I find myself drifting to sleep.
Daddy is all mine.
The next morning I wakes up to Daddy getting up. I starts whining. "Daddy-"
I is startled awake by another firm slap to my bottom. "No whining, Princess. Keep it up and Daddy is gonna slip those pretty panties off and bend you over my knee."
I whimpers but I is not scared. Daddy's spankings hurt a little but Daddy doesn't really intends to hurt me. He pinky promised. It is not like Father, who used to hit me with walking sticks or closed fists. Father did those things because he hated me and hated children. Daddy does things different so I will behave and be's a good person. (And to intentionally rile me up, I suspect, but I does not know. I has never had a crush or a boyfriend before, especially a Daddy.)
"Yes, Daddy."
"Good girl." I make grabby hands and Daddy chuckles, scooping me out of bed and carrying me to the bathroom. "Did you make it through the night with no accidents, baby?"
I blush as I hurries to the potty. I makes it but just barely. It is so hard to keep my bladder under control when I is asleep or stressed but I doesn't want Daddy to know that. "Yes, Daddy."
I hear Daddy outside the door. "Emmy, if you're having trouble with the potty maybe we should try diapers."
I comes out and quickly shake my head over and over. "No, no, no! I's a big girl, Daddy, I can do's it."
Daddy sighs as he picks me back up and carries me from his room down the maze of halls into the kitchen. Marsha has already started breakfast and I smell's pancakes. "Alright, Kitten, but if it starts to become a problem we're switching to diapers. No arguing with Daddy. Daddy knows best remember?" He says referring to my rules.
He waits for me to respond ("Yes, Daddy") before continuing. "Speaking of which, Daddy and you are coming to come up with your rewards and punishments today. We'll eat breakfast and then make them."
Marsha lays a Tangled plate full of pancakes and syrup in front of me. I sequel with delight and dig in. Daddy and Marsha watch with proud smiles.
After I is done, Daddy wipes off my syrupy face and hands (I mades a big mess) and brings me another piece of paper for me to decorate and color. "First lets start with your punishments."