I wear a shirt and skirt while making breakfast

I nervously chew on my fingernail as I look through my closet before settling on a band shirt and a black and red skirt that shows ample thigh. I cautiously look out of my room before turning on the hall light finding that nothing major has been changed, other than what I expected it seems mommy switched her room and the office around. I carefully walk down the stairs noticing a couple more changes, it seems I've been goth for a while judging by my pictures and now most of the pictures with dad in them show his sizeable bulge.

The kitchen seems much as it was last night, though without any of the cum splatters on the floor I had left. I set about gathering what I need to make breakfast, I doubt I can make something in time for dad, but I still try deciding to make pancakes as I quickly crack the eggs.

"Morning buttercup," A now familiar feminine voice calls from behind as I whip around to find my dad (?) in a stereotypical secretary clothes, his blonde hair pulled into a tight bun and a sizeable bulge under his pencil skirt draws my eyes as he was talking "What are you doing up this early, I usually have to drag you out of bed?"

"I was making breakfast." I say quickly turning around back to beating the eggs to get my eyes off of his bulge.

"Awww. Aren't you gonna make a cute little husband for someone," He says with a giggle as I feel his hand on my girlish hips.

All I can do is continue beating the eggs as I try desperately to ignore the tingling inside of me and my nipples hardening, at least till his hand brushes them and forces out a moan.

"And I trust you did as your mother told you to last night and went straight to bed," he says pulling up my skirt to reveal my shapely cheek and the black thong wedged between them.

"I-I didn't."

"*sigh* I knew it, like father like son. You were up all night jerking it and pegging yourself in your closet. Don't think I haven't noticed the paint coming off of the wall, you really should change spots more," He says grabbing my ass hard enough to make my legs weaken ", But don't worry, Elizabeth would have caged and plugged you for the rest of the day, I'll be far more gentle. Now bend over the table."

I set the bowl down wondering what is he going to do, and hoping for what comes next as I bend over and present my ass. I nearly spurt as his hand slaps my barely covered cheek. Then I do spurt into my thong as he gives me another hard swat.

"Dad, I-"

"Remember to call me Daddy while I'm discipline you." He orders before giving me an even harder swat.

"Y-yes daddy. " I pant as I fear I may cum any second now.

"You want this don't you little masochist slut," Daddy says pulling down his skirt to reveal an uncaged cock quickly hardening to it's full 10 foot girthy length.

"I-" I was about to say yes, but if I let daddy fuck my slutty bussy, then how will I be able to make mommy breakfast and hopefully get back into her good graces.