Yes

“But, Daddy...” I whine a little. I cross my legs a bit and flash my puppy eyes. He sighs.

“I guess since I never said it was part of your punishment... You can keep them.” I giggled and hugged his neck tightly, but then I felt his strong arm move between us. “But remind me again, what is your punishment?” Daddy whispered in his dark voice. My throat closed up suddenly, shivers running down my back.

“N-No cummies for a week...” My voice cracked a little, and Daddy laughed. I felt his big thumb find my sensitive clit through the fabric; it’s almost like he knows exactly where it stays.

“And why?” he adds, pressing the bud roughly.

“B-Because I came with Daddy’s p-p-permission!” He had began rubbing circles, making me shake a little. He used his shoulder to push me to sit up, and then his other hand came out of no where, hitting me across the face. It wasn’t hard, but I whimpered loud, the slap making my princess juices run more feverishly through my body. “Daddy, please...”

“You’re soaked,” Daddy taunted, slipping two fingers in swiftly underneath my undies. I moaned and bucked a little as he began to stretch my hole out easily. “But...” he dragged, fingering me slow for a few seconds. “You get nothing.”

And with that, he pulled away and walked out the door.