Pigtails, Pink Panties, and Punishment

When Amy comes over the next evening, she has her hair in pigtails and is dressed like a schoolgirl: white blouse with a blue tie, blue plaid skirt, knee high white socks, black Mary Janes on her feet. She blows a big pink bubble of gum, pops it, and says in the petulant little voice of a very young teen, "I went to the mall after school, Daddy, and got some new clothes."

You are too stunned at her sexy outfit and brazen roleplaying to say anything for a moment. As you admire the way the youthful clothes look on her, you remember she once said she was a drama geek in high school. If Amy wants to tap into her acting skills to bring your fantasies to life, so much the better. Today, apparently, she is going to be your bratty teen daughter, and that suits you just fine.

"Those clothes look very nice on you, Amy," you say. "Why don't you model them for me."

She rolls her eyes. "God, Daddy, you're sooooo predictable." But she gives you a little twirl and hikes up the skirt for a moment to reveal a flash of pink panties. Then she pops another bubble and sticks her tongue out at you.

"Don't be rude," you caution, "or I'll have to spank you."

She lets her blue eyes go wide and makes an O with her mouth. "Oooooooh," she says, "is Daddy gonna spank his naughty little girl."

Fucking right he is.

You beckon to her with your finger, but she shakes her head impishly, pigtails flying. "Nuh-uh!" she squeals, retreating to the far side of the room.

"Oh, you are just making it worse for yourself, you little delinquent."

"Daddy can't spank me if Daddy can't catch me!"

You move towards her quickly and she squeaks in a high-pitched voice and runs around to the other side of the room. You lunge after her and she runs back, and then the two of you go round and round for a while before you stop, facing off, both panting a little. She grins at you, lifts her skirt again to show you her panties. You can see now that they are not solid pink but are patterned with little pink hearts. They are, you realize, a little girl's panties.

"It's not nice to tease Daddy," you say. "If you make him mad, he's going to spank your little ass very, very hard."

She blows a raspberry at you and you charge her. This time, as she tries to escape, you grab her arm and hold it tight and start dragging her to your bedroom.

"Noooooooo!" she wails. "Please, Daddy! I'm sorry! Don't spank me. Noooooooo!" She sounds just like a young girl about to be spanked, and you are hard as a rock in your pants.

You sit on the foot of your bed and roughly pull her over your lap. She kicks her feet and shakes her fists and does a very good impression of a child throwing a tantrum. The character she is playing seems to have regressed in age, you notice, but you're not complaining. She looks sexy as fuck, whatever age she's playing.

You place the palm of your hand on her ass over her skirt and say in a warning tone, "Stop squirming or Daddy's going to make it hurt a lot." Amy squeaks and halts her movements. You rub your hand over her ass and then you flip up the back of her skirt. The round cheeks of her sexy ass are barely contained by the child's underwear she is wearing. The material is stretched so thin you can see through it, the crack of her ass completely visible. In your lap, your cock pulsates and bulges as her panty-clad pussy, smooth and hairless, presses against you.

"You are a very naughty girl," you say sternly, and then you bring your hand down hard on her right butt cheek.

"Owwwww!" she cries in a girlish voice, and the gum falls onto the floor. You smack her left butt cheek and she cries out again. Then you tug down her panties just below the globes of her ass and smack each one again, harder. And then again.

"Fuck, Elliot," she says in her normal voice, twisting to look over her shoulder at you. "That hurts!"

You give her a cold stare. "Be my little girl or it'll hurt a lot more."

She swallows, nods, and says, "I'll be a good girl now, Daddy. Please don't spank me any more. Please let little Amy show you what a good girl I am."

But you're in no mood to be nice. You tug her left butt cheek open with one hand and press the fingers of your other hand against her little pink anus. That makes her squeal. Amy hates anal sex, having let you do it to her once and only once, and touching her there is, no pun intended, an asshole move on your part.

"Daddy will give you a choice," you say in a nasty tone. "I can play with you here" -- you press against the pucker -- "or I can spank you. Which will it be, little girl?"

She whimpers and sounds like she might cry for real. "Please don't," she says in a tiny voice. "I don't want either of those."

"Choose!" you bark at her, and she twitches on your lap. She says something too quiet for you to hear.

"What?"

"Spank me!" she wails and bursts into tears.

This is the point where, if you had a heart, you would stop. You would tell her it's all just a game. You would kiss her and hold her and love her.

But, of course, you do none of those things. Instead, you spank her ass for a solid five minutes as she screams and sobs, as she flails on your lap. Harder and harder your hand comes down, bringing out the color in her cheeks, as Amy's cries ring through your apartment. When you finally stop, she scrambles off your lap and curls up in a fetal position on the floor, crying her eyes out, her bright red ass sticking up at you, a glowing indicator of your cruelty.

You let her cry like that for a while and then you call her name. When she doesn't respond you call louder. When she still doesn't respond, you yell it. She snaps up, then, and glares at you through red and swollen eyes. Your cock is painfully hard.

As casually as you can, you say, "You can either leave now or you can please your Daddy. Which will it be?"

The anguish and disbelief on her face twists her features unrecognizably. But you know that you have the upper hand, and so you wait patiently, staring blankly at her. Eventually, she picks herself up, wipes her face, and moves towards you. Her panties are still around her upper thighs and she shuffles uncomfortably. You have no doubt that her ass is in agony.

"Show me your little girl pussy," you command, and she raises her skirt. She is smooth and hairless, and when you reach out to touch between her lips, you can feel she is moist. "I guess it wasn't all misery," you say with a sneer and she blushes deeply and gives you a furious stare.

You shake your head slowly and give a theatrical sigh. "Next time, you really should just let Daddy play with your asshole."

Her face tightens, she says nothing. You rub your fingers in her smooth crotch and say, "Suck Daddy's cock now, little girl."

Amy looks like she wants to **** you, but she bends at the waist to bring her mouth to you and begins to suck.

You grab a pigtail in one hand and roughly caress her bald little pussy with the other, pushing up from the bed to fuck her face. Wet sloppy slurping noises fill the room as you push into her throat. Her face is a mess from sobbing and more tears form now as you use her for your pleasure, as you throatfuck your sexy little girl.

"Such a good little daughter you are," you grunt as her tears flow, as snot runs down her face, as she drools all over herself. The gagging sounds she makes as you **** yourself deeper into her wet throat are nasty and exciting. It doesn't take long before you fill her mouth with your seed, and you tell her to be a good girl and swallow it all down. She dutifully slurps up all the mess you've made for her, and then you push her away and collapse on the bed.

As you lie back, spent, and start to doze off, you can see her out of your half-closed eyes. She gathers her things, all weepy, and heads for the door.