Warning: This week’s prompt for growing older, sent me to a place I’ve never been before. Age Play. If this is offensive to you, please turn back now, otherwise- I hope you enjoy.
A Day at Home
“Come here, Sarah.” Daddy called from his office. Glancing at the clock on the wall, I realized was out of time. I’d only finished one of my chores. While Daddy worked, I was supposed to use my time wisely. I was supposed to tidy my nursery and fold his laundry. “Now, Sarah.” He called again. I left the pile of folded socks on the couch.
I walked to his office, knowing he would be displeased with me. When I pushed the door to his office open further so I could see him, I couldn’t help but smile. His laptop sat closed on his desk and he had already removed his work clothes, leaving him in the casual polo and jeans he liked to wear at home.
“Sarah.” He turned a stern look my way. “What were your chores for this morning?” He asked as he walked over to me. I wasn’t allowed in Daddy’s office when I was being his little girl, it was a place for grown ups, only he told me.
“I was supposed to fold your laundry and clean my nursery, Daddy.” I pulled on my braid that ran laid over my breasts.
“I was up to your nursery. Your toys are still on the floor, your bed is still a mess. I thought you were going to be my good girl today.”
“I’m sorry. Jessica called and we talked for a long time, I ran out of time.” I knew that wouldn’t please him.
“I don’t remember you asking permission to use the phone, little girl.” His eyes darkened, and I knew I was really in for it. “Lift up your dress for me, did you wet yourself while you were being naughty? You didn’t come ask for help with the potty.”
I pulled the hem of my short dress up and spread my legs so he could feel my diaper. He nodded. “Good girl. Let’s go on upstairs, you’ll finish your chores, then take your punishment.”
I started to lower my dress, but he shook his head. “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
“I know you are, little girl. But you know the rules, now up those stairs and to the bathroom so I can take your diaper off and you can use the potty.” My feet moved up the stairs slowly; I hated going potty in front of him. It was one of the most embarrasing parts of being his little girl, which made him like it all the more. I tried to focus on my reward, if I took my spanking well he would give me the pleasure I waited all morning for.
As much as I loved being his little girl, I loved being his wife just as much. Wives were allowed to curse, and to fuck, and to suck on his cock. Wives received fun spankings with floggers and riding crops. They were allowed to touch themselves. When I’m his little girl, I don’t get to do those things.
Once we were upstairs in the bathroom, I noticed he had put my booster on the toilet for me. He turned to me, took the hem of my dress out of my hands and pulled it up over my head. Giving my nipples a little tweek, he moved on to my diaper. He didn’t turn around when I peed, but instead sat next to me on the edge of the tub. When I was done, he cleaned me and kissed my forehead. “That’s my good girl. Now to the nursery. You’ve been naughty, Sarah.”
“I know.” I sighed. I wished I hadn’t answered my phone when Jessica called. I wanted to play with my Daddy, not spend the afternoon getting a spanking.
He held my hand as we walked to my nursery. Daddy had put my nursery together special for me with all the furniture I liked, and filled it with the books I loved and my favorite toys. “Now clean up this mess.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I cleaned up my stuffed animals and put them in the toybox beside my little bed, where he sat.
“Now, come here.” He snapped his fingers and pointed to the ground in front of him. Daddy never yelled at me, but he was very strict. “Sarah, were you a good girl this morning or a naughty girl.”
“I was a naughty girl, Daddy. I’m sorry.” I played with my braid while he stared down at me.
“Yes, you were. And what do naughty girls get?”
“Bare bottom spankings, Daddy.”
“Do I need to get the gingerroot or will you take your spanking like a good girl.”
“I’ll be good.” I promised. And I would, he only used that ginger on me one time, and it was enough! I crawled over his lap and he helped adjust me until my bottom was positioned over his right knee. He lifted his leg up so my bottom was higher in the air and I had to hold on to the bed to keep from toppling forward.
Daddy never gave me warm ups when he was punishing me. He started right away with a heavy hand on my bottom. He left no spot untouched and my backside was a burning inferno soon enough. When I started to wiggle, he wrapped his arm around my waist. “If you had done your chores, you’d be getting your big girl time now, but instead we have to take a few minutes to give you a naughty girl spanking.”
“I’m so sorry!” I yelled out, and he gave me an extra sharp slap to my thighs for yelling. I wanted to curse, but I wasn’t allowed! Only when I was grown up could I swear.
By the time he finished my spanking, my butt burned like the flames of hell and my face was wet from crying. Daddy slid me off his lap to my knees and cupped my chin, making me look up at him. He wiped away my tears and gave me a kiss. Not a peck, a real kiss. A passionate, loving kiss. I had done well. My reward started.
“Sarah, spread your legs for me. Is your pussy wet?” He asked, pushing my thighs apart with his hands.
“Yes, Sir.” I nodded and sat back on my heels, trying to ignore the sting. He reached down and dipped a finger through my folds, being sure to rub my clit as he pulled back.
He lifted his finger in the air and smiled at the moisture there. Licking it off his finger, he moaned. “Such a good girl. I wanted so badly to eat that pussy today, lick you until you came hard on my face. But you were naughty, so your big girl time will be short.”
He stood up then and unbuckled his pants, pulling out his thick cock and pressing it to my lips. “Wrap those lips around me, Sarah.” I needed no more urging. I’d been waiting for his dick all day.
I folded my hands behind my back like he’d taught me, and took him far into my mouth. Relaxing my throat, I took him even further. His hands gripped my hair and he held me close to him, and only let me go when I was almost out of air. After gulping in a breath he pulled me back onto his cock. It felt so good, having my throat stretched by his thick cock.
“Damn.” He pulled me off of him and lifted my to my feet. Taking me to the dresser, he turned me to face it and pushed me down so my face was pressed against it. “What do you want from me, Sarah?” He asked as the head of his cock pressed against my opening.
I grinned. “I want your cock, Sir. Please fuck me.”
“It’s going to be hard. I haven’t fucked you in a few days, and I want it hard.”
“Yes, Sir. Please.” I wiggled my ass at him, trying to encourage him to hurry up. He gave me a playful slap to my ass that burned more because of my earlier spanking. “Please.” I begged again and he answered by thrusting into me hard. I gripped the edge of the dresser as he plowed harder and deeper into me. His fingers dug into my hips as he pulled me back at him to meet his thrusts.
I felt so full, so alive under his hard grip. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with our moans and my pleas for him to touch my clit. He finally moved one hand and pinched my clit. I screamed but he didn’t let go. “Are you going to be a good girl for me and come on my cock?”
“OH God, yes!” I nodded, my fingernails dug into my palms.
“When I let go, you come hard for me.” He released my clit and it was though he had thrown a switch. My orgasm blinded me from everything in the room other than the hard fucking I was taking. As I reached the end of my orgasm, he began his, thrusting into me once, twice, than he stilled and I could feel the hot stream of his come filling me.
We stayed like that for several moments. Our bodies connected, while we caught our breaths. When he was ready, he pulled out of me, stepping back. “Clean me, Sarah.” He smiled while he gave his order and I kneeled obediently at his feet. He held his cock for me, feeding it to me as I licked off our mingled juices. “Such a good girl.” he touched the top of my head.
I started to stand, but he shook his head. “Nap time, baby girl.” He nodded to my bed. As tired as I was from our play time, I didn’t want to take a nap. Any thought of arguing flew out the window when he reached around and patted my well spanked bottom.
“Yes, Daddy.” I smiled instead and climbed into bed. He pulled out a fresh diaper and went about putting it in place. The diaper would remind me of my punishment and that I need to behave for my Daddy or he would punish me every time. The blanket he tucked over me reminded me that he would always give me what I needed, and would always take care of me.
“Tonight I’m taking you to a new restaurant. When you wake up, take a shower and get dressed. I’ll have your clothes laid out in our bedroom. You did so well today, my sweet Sarah. I’m very proud of you.”
I snuggled into my blankets. Daddy loved me no matter what age I was. As his little girl he took care of me, made sure I had everything I needed which included not letting me get out of line. As his wife he kept me stimulated with everything a woman could want and the best fucking sex life imaginable.
This was my first time writing an age-play scene so I hope I didn’t bungle it too badly. Please be sure to stop at all the great posts for this Wicked Wednesday and let the author know that you did!