The Secret Life of Daddy's little girl

Daddy's Love Hurts

Daddy held me close to him, a hand entwined in my hair and the other gently but firmly around my throat. I looked up, up, up into Daddy's face, my eyes meeting his, his gaze never faltering. Unlike mine. I could never keep eye contact with Daddy for long. Daddy would smile or wink at me, making me blush and hide my face. But I couldn't do that now, not with Daddy holding me in place.

The hand around my neck softly stroked my face, my stomach doing flips. Quick, sharp, but gently, Daddy's hand lifted and reconnected with my face, making my jaw snap slightly. I held in a soft gasp - more shock than pain. I briefly wondered if, at this hour, any of my neighbors would be looking into my third story window and see Daddy hitting me.

Daddy's palm popped me back into the here and now with another sharp slap. I focused my eyes on Daddy's, trying to force myself to keep them open with every slap. It was hard. I would over-anticipate the slaps, tensing up beforehand. Relax, I said to myself. It'll hurt less if you relax.

The slaps came in quick succession then; left, right, left, left, left, right, left, right, right, right, left. With every slap I did my best to maintain eye contact.

"Do you think you're tough? Are you trying to show Daddy how much you can take?"

I couldn't help it - I smiled. Daddy knew me so well it was sometimes scary. I sometimes found myself wondering how he knew so much about the darkness I kept hidden inside.

Daddy kept slapping me, quicker and harder with each connect.

"You trying to show Daddy how tough you are?" Slap.

"Yes, Daddy," I half-whispered.

"Get that smile off your face." Slap.

I did my best to keep my mouth from lifting at the corners. I felt one of my cats nudge my hands behind my back and mreow softly.

It's ok baby, I thought, opening my palm for his soft head, scratching his chin. Daddy kept slapping me, my cheeks growing sore.

"Do you like how Daddy treats you? You like being handled by Daddy?"

"Yes, Daddy," I answered, completely honest. I don't know why but when Daddy slapped me, beat me, touched me, I loved it. My cunt grew wet at the mere thought of Daddy's hands.

I started to feel the prick of tears in the back of my eyes. Not too much sooner, Daddy softly caressed my sore cheeks.

"All done. Come here." I spilled into Daddy's open arms. He rubbed my back.

"What a good girl you are." I beamed into Daddy's chest. He wrapped his arms around my head, kissing the top of it and stroking his fingers back and forth where they connected with my skin.

Daddy lowered himself over until his mouth connected with my ear.

"Next time, Daddy will show you love. Coz you need that attention too." I felt my face split open - I couldn't smile any more. Outside, bird chirps had picked up progression and my smile faltered a tiny bit. Daddy would be leaving soon. But he was here right now.

"Daddy isn't entirely an asshole." I disagreed. Daddy wasn't an asshole at all. He was human and he was so good to me. He continued his low whisper directly in my ear, making me shiver with every word. "I'm going to make you feel good. I'm going to make you fall in love with me." Oh, Daddy. If only you knew how easily you could. Or maybe you already did. The butterflies in my stomach doubled. "Daddy knows what makes little girls feel good. You and your sister are going to have such a good life." I smiled even more. My cheeks hurt, but not from being slapped. "That is, until you find a boyfriend."

I looked up at Daddy. "But I don't need boys. I have my Daddy."
Daddy smiled, kissed me so sweetly, and pulled me into his arms again.

"Have at good day, little girl." He smiled and winked at me; I couldn't help but smile back and blush.

"You too, Daddy."

I sat in the window, watching Daddy climb into his car and leave.
Oh Daddy, I'm so happy you found me I thought.

And with his car out of sight, I went and curled up with my big elephant stuffie, wishing I had one from Daddy to cuddle instead. I stuck my thumb partially inside my mouth, a bad habit I appeared to be picking up again, and fell into a half-concious state before I had to start my day.

Daddy was all I could think about.