“Strip.” His order is stern, and I know that he is serious. Daddy stands before me with his arms folded, waiting for me to respond. He watches intently in silence. I wring my hands in front of me and let out a little whine in protest. Daddy simply raises an eyebrow in that facial expression that only comes with being a Dom and silently gestures for me to obey.

I slowly pull my dress off over my head and discard it on the floor next to me. My breasts are already bare. Daddy rakes his eyes over my skin, and I can feel my nipples already begin to tighten under his gaze. I hook my thumbs in the side of my panties and hesitate. I look pleadingly up at Daddy. 

“No, princess. You’re not getting out of it this time,” His tone softens, and he cups my chin and turns my eyes to meet his, “I’ve been too easy on you lately, little one. I need to remind you who you belong to.”

He retreats to the armchair in the corner of the room and relaxes back into it. His eyes never leave my body. He quietly waits for me to finish undressing. I breathe deeply and let out a sigh that borders on a moan as I wiggle my hips and lower my lace thong to the floor. They hardly covered anything but suddenly felt like a blanket compared to how bare I was feeling now.

With one finger, Daddy signals for me to turn for him. I spin slowly as he admires every inch of my body. I flush red with embarrassment but also swell with pride as he watches appreciatively. Nothing makes me feel as cherished as Daddy’s approval.

“Lovely, darling. Now. Down on all fours and crawl to me,” he commands. Immediately I drop to the ground and begin to scurry to him. “Stop,” He growls, “slowly, princess. Daddy wants to enjoy this. Start over.” He makes me turn around and crawl back to where I started from. I try not to think of the view he has of my behind. I begin again. This time trying to think of what would most please him. I slowly move forward exaggerating the wiggle in my hips. Rolling my shoulders and forcing my tits to swing for him. I’m rewarded with a bright smile on Daddy’s lips. “Very Pretty, sweets.” 

When I reach his chair, his hand signals for me to kneel. I know what he wants. I kneel with my knees spread wide and my back straight. I place my hands lightly palms up on my thighs and my eyes cast down on the ground. “Now, girl,” he starts, “you seem to have forgotten what your role is.” My mind races to figure out what he means.

“Oh,” I breathe. I know what it is. The malicious compliance.

“Oh indeed” chuckles Daddy.  

When he asked me to bring him coffee on my way home, I brought him a solitary coffee bean instead of the black coffee I knew he was asking for. When doing the laundry, I hung up all his work shirts like he asked but I did it inside out with all the buttons done up, so it was hard to undo. I lovingly packed his lunch for work but hid my panties for him to find in front of his coworkers.

“Your job, little one, is not merely to follow the rules to the letter. In each task you complete, you should be thinking of how you can best serve me. How to best please me. Have you been doing that?” he paused, and the air felt thick. I quickly shook my head. “How do we answer questions, babygirl?” he growled.

“No, Daddy,” I breathed.

“Good girl,” he smiled. “Now. I want you to lay across my lap. I’m going to spank you until we both remember that you are MY little girl and you are going to thank me after each strike.”

He helps me to my feet and lays me over his thighs. He pushes my ass over until I am barely balancing on my tip toes and fingertips. I certainly feel like a little girl in this position. SLAP the first blow catches me slightly off guard and I inhale sharply. He waits expectantly and I quickly remember “thank you, Daddy!”

He continues to spank me, one hand firmly on my back between my shoulder blades to hold me in place. Between each impact, Daddy takes the time to rub my reddening ass or to slide his fingers between my pussy lips to play with my clit. I moan under his skilled touch. The sting of his spanks mixed with his soft caresses raised heat in my body. My eyes begin to roll and I’m moaning with each spank and each touch.

My pussy is dripping now. I can feel the wetness down my thighs. Pleased with how red my ass is, Daddy starts rubbing my vulva and my clit. Softly teasing me. Suddenly he plunges two fingers deep inside me. I gasp again and squirm on his lap. “You took that well, sweet one,” he whispers, “I’m going to reward you but not until I am satisfied. Do not cum until I give you permission.” 

He proceeds to hook two fingers firmly inside me, pushing down on my g-spot as he rubs ferociously. I feel my orgasm begin to build and my moans grow louder. My pussy tightens around his fingers as I get closer. Daddy brings me to the edge and just as I am two strokes from ecstasy, he withdraws and leaves me feeling empty. My moans are pitiful. As the shaking in my thighs subsides, he resumes. Plunging in and out of my hot wet cunt. Bringing me to the brink before pulling me back. I don’t know how much longer I can take this. “Please,” I whimper, “please let me cum, Daddy.” 

I can feel his chuckle shake his body. “Soon, princess. But first, who do you belong to?” Before I could answer, his hand returned to my pussy and picked up an impossible pace. I can barely think let alone speak. He repeats, “Who do you belong to, babygirl? You will not cum until you say it.” 

The pressure is building in my whole body. There’s no way I will be able to stop this time. I need to cum. I am so desperate. Daddy is relentless. He is not going to stop. I muster up all I can and groan out “Y- y- yours! I’m y- yours, Daddy. I belo- belong to you!”

“Mmm yes little one. You are mine.” He growls, “Now cum for me. Cum now.”

Finally! The pressure explodes. My orgasm rips through my body. My hips bucked so violently that Daddy struggles to keep his fingers working inside me. I hear the noises I am making, and I don’t recognize myself. When it finally subsides, I am left trembling in Daddy’s lap. I can barely breathe, let alone move.

Daddy gently flips me over and scoops me up. He grabs my blanket and stuffy from next to his chair and wraps me tightly in his arms. He caresses my hair and tenderly wipes the tears from my cheeks. “Well done my love. Beautifully done.” The pride in his eyes washes over me and I melt into his embrace. He holds me close and rocks me until I drift off into sleep.