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This is a sample from 10 Things Left To Do With Your BabyGirl On A Saturday Night, the third book in a series of stories about a Daddy and BabyGirl and how they made their fantasies a reality, one Saturday Night at a time.
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As Have Done For Me -
He had fulfilled her 20 greatest fantasies, 10-at-a-time, over the past two Saturday nights. And having kept nothing back, she had opened herself up completely to him. There was a satisfaction to being wholly revealed to someone. And because of this exposure, she now craved the harshness and gentleness of his dominance. She became jealous of anyone who stole a second of his time. She wanted it all and had accepted that obedience and submission were indications that she had learned from him what she needed to be whole. Punishments and Corrections were given to continue to show her the way. And the more her bottom and the back of her thighs burned, the more she had proven that she could exist in the world he created for her.
So on this Saturday Night, when her Daddy told her that he had made his own list of ten fantasies, she knew right away that the decision of a lifetime was now in the forefront of his mind. She became captivated with doing for him, in a single night, what he had done for her. And if she fulfilled his fantasies correctly, she knew she could make him see the “forever” he contemplated. In order for her Daddy to know, she would spend this night crawling into the center of his soul and never leaving it, allowing the pathway chosen to show him there were still …
The last two weekends took words like submission and domination and made them a way of life for her. It was no longer a role or an activity. It had become a passion, one from which each idled thought at work filled her mind each day and one from which every single breath was drawn from when she got home.
All he had to do was walk in and she would tremble inside, tingle all over, and submit to a craving which formed within her physically, and built into a mental mind fucking which she welcomed with an arousing hunger.
She knelt by his side, naked and spread eagle with her palms lying flat on her thighs and facing upwards. The pigtails he had placed in her hair had made clear that her clothing of this night would be one of those schoolgirl outfits again.
Her eyes remained locked on the floor, awaiting his permission to look up at him. She had been in a trance for a few minutes now as her mind began to unravel and wander within itself:
She loved being his schoolgirl. She loved being his BabyGirl. She loved everything about who she was because of him. Of who he had turned her into and of all the emotions that he placed inside her, consuming her ability to reason and think on her own.
That was the power of submission to her, the power he had over her and the power she willing gave up. All twenty of her fantasies had been completed by him. And because of this she now followed him with an unremitting need to make him feel as good as he had made her.
Snapping out of her trance, she felt the lip of his wine glass touching her mouth. She parted lips and opened as he lifted the glass. Her mouth filled with the Merlot and she swallowed it quickly as more flowed into its place. He kept tilting the glass up until it had emptied.
This was the fourth glass of wine he had put inside her. And her head had slowly become dizzy for the consumption. Her stomach had become warmed with the alcohol. She had no ability to hold her alcohol and he knew it. Yet she drank it as per his actions and directions to do so. She loved the fogginess of a buzzing state of mind because when within that fog her need for his protection increased, and that was some submission she could live within the confines of for the rest of her lifetime.
Her eyes met his as he set the wine glass on the kitchen table. His movements were mesmerizing, slow and exacting with their purpose.
“Lick,” he stated with the deep timbre of his voice.
Her tongue came out of her mouth and rolled around her lips, drawing the remaining traces of Merlot to its tip.
He reached down to her and grabbed the hair on the back of her head, standing her up to her knees before he leaned in to planted his mouth to hers. His tongue penetrated the inside of her mouth, dominant in its own manner and she submitted again as he drew into his mouth what she was tasting in hers.
She whimpered at his force, but conformed to the message he was conveying through his treatment and touch.
He released her from the kiss and they touched foreheads. Her eyes lowered and then closed. She loved him with an obsession that made her dependent on him for purpose to breathe. Without his presence and affection, she knew she would die. And this was a submission that she loved more than any other.
“I’m feeling physical tonight, Baby,” he whispered as she shuddered at the image his words instantly created for her. “And I’ve got 10 fantasies of my own to complete ... And they are all about you.”
“I’m feeling physical tonight too, Daddy,” she whispered, feeling the first of many tingles within her core. “And I’ll complete them all for you, as you’ve done for me. What are they?”
“In time, I’ll tell,” he said, softly.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered back. “And I’ll wait.”
“But you, little girl,” he said, taking her by the shoulders and standing up, bring her to her naked feet as well. “You will doll yourself for tonight. I don’t want a hair out of place, a bit of make-up to flake and a bit of sweat to form on your skin … at least not until I put it there.”
He took her hand and slowly walked back the hallway to their bedroom. She followed behind him taking in his scent as it passed through the air. Goosebumps formed on her skin and thoughts of submission filled her senses. His scent always did things to her mind that rippled through her with an overwhelming resolve to arouse. And she basked in the effect of everything about him, even those moments when no sound was made.
They walked into the bedroom and he stood her in front of the dresser, pressing himself up against her back. She watched their images in the dresser mirror. His eyes were filled with a lust that made her wet. Her heaving chest encased a heartbeat which pounded with the yearning that built within her.
He took her wrists in his hands and directed them behind her back and onto the front of his pants. She closed her eyes, feeling the bulge and imagining the sight of it, the feel of it. He was rock hard and she wanted to drop to her knees in front of him, begging him for the opportunity to do fulfill his lust.
His right hand wandered back to her front, across her body and onto her left breast, gripping and squeezing it with his palm as his thumb and pointer finger found her areola. He rolled her nipple between her thumb and pointer finger, slowly and with an agonizing pinch. Her mouth dropped open and she whimpered at the pain.
“My first fantasy is your perfection,” he whispered into her ear as she excitedly gripped his cock through his pants, working on it and making it react to her touch as she listened to him. “You will be perfect for me. You will be dressed perfectly. You will behave perfectly. You will show Daddy what a perfect little BabyGirl is supposed to be like.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered softly, gripping at his cock with a frenzied desire.
“And when the time is right, I’ll will take your perfection and make it my own,” he whispered, watching her reactions in the mirror’s reflection of her face.
His left hand traveled down and onto the mound and the top of her center. Her pressed his fingertips in and drug his hand downward until palm centered or her and his fingers slid into the wetness of her swollen labia.
She whimpered into a moan, trying to maintain her modesty as he began a mixture of delicately petting her peach and rubbing his fingers into the soft tissue of her outer lips.
“Don’t try to be something you’re not, Princess,” he said, affectionately, but in a straightforward manner. “You’re weak and for my second fantasy, I will make you lose all your composure.”
She felt his erection growing stiffer. She began to twitch imagining its girth opening her canal and its length sliding deep inside her.
“Make yourself up, Angel,” he said as she opened her eyes, released her grip on his erection and opened her make-up case on the dresser top.
Her hands trembled slightly and blood was rushing through her veins as the buzz of the wine made her dizzy from closed eyes.
“That’s a good girl,” he said, watching her begin with her foundation. “Make yourself pretty for Daddy. Make yourself perfect for Daddy.”
His left hand traveled from her center up her body and he placed his fingers inside his mouth, licking her juices from them. She watched him doing this in the reflection of the mirror as she moved at a fast pace to get her make-up applied, not just quickly … but perfectly.
His right hand released her left breast and dribbled down between her legs, passing over the softness of her skin.
“You’re so smooth, BabyGirl. It feels nice,” he said, taking her left earlobe in between his teeth as his left hand cupped her right breast and began to fondle it.
He pressed his rock-hard condition in between the cheeks of her bottom. She could feel his arousal in his presence.
“My third fantasy is to expose you for all that you are,” he whispered into between nibbles as his hot breath rolled down over her chest, adding more goosebumps to her skin. “And when I expose you, I’ll be expecting you to collapse. You won’t need to try to do this because by then, you’ll be broken. And Daddy will piece you back together.”
She finished her make-up and held up the lipstick applicator to show him the color.
“Bring it along with you,” he said as her hand traveled back behind her again, dropping the lipstick in his pocket before regripping his erection through his pants.
“You want Daddy’s cock, don’t you?” he asked rhetorically.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered with a pouty whine.
“Can you imagine it inside you?” he asked with a whisper.
“Yes, Daddy,” she breathed, squeezing him as tightly as her fingers could.
“My fourth fantasy is to enter you in all three places, again and again and again,” he said with a syrupy tone. “You won’t when and you won’t know whether to kneel, to bend over or to spread your legs. But by the end of this night, you’ll be spent … and so will I.”
He turned her to face him and she nestled up against his chest as he put his arms around her frame.
“And my fifth fantasy is to double penetrate you until you spasm uncontrollably.”
Her tummy fluttered and she felt herself tighten at the intensity of the thought. He opened the top drawer of the dresser and took out a pair of her white, thigh-high stockings.
He walked her over to the side of the bed and took her in his arms, placing his left hand on the small of her back and his right hand behind her head as he leaned her back and eased her down onto the mattress.
She drew her knees up to her chest, instinctively and submissively presenting herself to him. She had no idea what he was going to do first, just that her mission of this night was tangible, rewarding and clear to her:
Fulfill Daddy’s fantasies … perfectly.
Gathering up the nylon material of the first stocking, he gazed down at her with adoration. She was lying there and all ready had succumb to the direction this night was headed.
“You’re such a good girl. Look at you, lying before Daddy and waiting for whatever Daddy chooses to do,” he said very sweetly as he began sliding the stocking onto her right foot. “It makes me happy to see you like this. So innocent, yet so completely open to the possibilities.”
Sliding the stocking up her right leg, he stretched the material out to its end, running his left hand up the tender skin of her inner thigh. She looked up at him with such desire to see his finger find their way inside her peach. She was so hopeful, yet so accepting of the wait.
Gathering up the material of the other stocking, he watched her twitch slightly as she placed her palms flat on either side of her on the mattress. She was removing the temptation from her hands to finger herself. It was torture to do this, but a kind that turned her on.
“You wanna play with yourself. Don’t you, BabyGirl?” he asked, sliding the second stocking onto her left foot and up her leg.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered in a breathy tone as she nodded her head slightly.
Her eyes were begging for his permission, but she knew he wouldn’t grant it, not then and not yet. She hadn’t touched herself in three weeks and had become completely dependent on him for all gratification. There was an enjoyment she got from being denied.
“You will not touch herself tonight, young lady,” he said, sliding the stocking up her left leg and stretching the material out to its end before placing his hands on both of her inner thighs and dribbling his fingertips up them until his found her center. “You enjoy Daddy teasing you, don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she replied, knowing Yes was the only acceptable answer.
“And I know you enjoy humiliation and embarrassment too. Isn’t that right?” he asked, leaning in towards her and placing a hand on either side of her.
“Yes, Daddy,” she replied, looking up at him with a defenseless guise.
“Tonight you’ll be humiliated and embarrassed, but it’s going to feel like so much more than that,” he said with a twinkle in his eyes. “Tonight you’ll be devastated with those feelings. And that is my sixth fantasy.”
He stood up and walked over to the closet, opening the doors and taking her clothing off the hangers.
The word devastated kept rippling through her mind. She turned over onto her tummy to prevent her fingers from betraying her. And, nibbling on her right knuckle, watched her Daddy take down the white button down shirt that she had tailor-cut for her frame, the red and black checkered schoolgirl skirt with the pleats and a white bra from the top drawer of the dresser.
“Sit up,” he said, patting her bottom.
She sat up and lifted her arms. Being dressed by him before had left her with a mental roadmap of steps he took to put her in clothing. It was a small comfort in knowing what was next to go on her because what would happen after she was dressed would remain a mystery to her.
“You’ve mentioned how much you enjoy being mind fucked,” he said, sliding her arms under the straps of her bra and attaching it behind her back. “Tonight, I’m going to take you to a new level of it. It’s called Absolutely Obedience. And that is my seventh fantasy.”
He slid each of her arms into the sleeves of the white schoolgirl shirt and began buttoning it up to her cleavage.
“And the real fantasy of it is that by the time I’m done de-programming you, you won’t remember what free will felt like,” he said, taking her breasts in his hands and closing his fingers around them as he eased her back down onto her back on the bed. “And the best part for you will be that you’ll begin to do as Daddy says without thinking twice about it. And knowing that Daddy controls your thoughts will make you crave the feeling of Absolute Obedience.”
She watched him walk over to the dresser and open the second drawer. Her tummy became flustered as she drew her knees up to her chest again.
The second drawer held her diapers, her nighties, her onesies and every BabyGirl outfit in between. She closed her eyes and waited.
And … there was the crinkle. He slid her diaper underneath her bottom and she opened her eyes as a littleness had suddenly crossed her thoughts now. It was strange how that crinkling could set mind adrift.
“My eighth fantasy is strapping you with my belt,” he said, abruptly returning her to the moment. “Ten counts of leather that will show you the way and give you a little direction.”
Folding the diaper up between her legs and into place at her hips, he paused from continuing to allow her time to remember the spankings she had received before.
“If I have to do any more than ten, it won’t be for direction,” he said, fastening her diaper tapes. “It will be for correction. And I’m certain you remember how long it took to heal from last weekend. It was nearly Wednesday until you could sit without pain.”
He sat her up and stood her up, helping her to step into her red and black checkered skirt. He turned her to face the dresser mirror again as he fastened her skirt in the back and then wrapped his arms around her.
“My ninth fantasy is to watch you cry,” he said, straightening out her outfit where it needed to be. “But you’ll be crying for all the right reasons.”
She stepped into her black Mary Janes and took his hand as he picked up her diaper bag and led her down the hallway and to the front door. He grabbed his keys and turned back to her.
“And my tenth fantasy is to hear you scream,” he said placing a white pacifier between her lips as her eyes grew big and wide at what he just said. “And you’ll be screaming for all the right reasons, too.”
He took her hands in his and looked directly into her eyes.
“But if anything ever becomes too much for you to handle, please tell me,” he stated with a softer tone of sincerity. “You’re just a BabyGirl and having you in my life is all the fantasy I will ever need. You don’t need to do anything more. If it becomes too much, tell me you want to stop.”
She looked up at him and shook her head no, stepping into his arms. And at that moment, she decided she would fulfill his ten fantasies, no matter what - just as he had done for her. And she would do it all flawlessly and selflessly - for him, for her Daddy.
“Princess,” he said, lifting her eyes to him. “You look perfect.”
He opened the door and they began a night together that would transform their lives forever.
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As Have Done For Me -
He had fulfilled her 20 greatest fantasies, 10-at-a-time, over the past two Saturday nights. And having kept nothing back, she had opened herself up completely to him. There was a satisfaction to being wholly revealed to someone. And because of this exposure, she now craved the harshness and gentleness of his dominance. She became jealous of anyone who stole a second of his time. She wanted it all and had accepted that obedience and submission were indications that she had learned from him what she needed to be whole. Punishments and Corrections were given to continue to show her the way. And the more her bottom and the back of her thighs burned, the more she had proven that she could exist in the world he created for her.
So on this Saturday Night, when her Daddy told her that he had made his own list of ten fantasies, she knew right away that the decision of a lifetime was now in the forefront of his mind. She became captivated with doing for him, in a single night, what he had done for her. And if she fulfilled his fantasies correctly, she knew she could make him see the “forever” he contemplated. In order for her Daddy to know, she would spend this night crawling into the center of his soul and never leaving it, allowing the pathway chosen to show him there were still …
10 Things Left to Do With Your BabyGirl
On A Saturday Night
On A Saturday Night
The last two weekends took words like submission and domination and made them a way of life for her. It was no longer a role or an activity. It had become a passion, one from which each idled thought at work filled her mind each day and one from which every single breath was drawn from when she got home.
All he had to do was walk in and she would tremble inside, tingle all over, and submit to a craving which formed within her physically, and built into a mental mind fucking which she welcomed with an arousing hunger.
She knelt by his side, naked and spread eagle with her palms lying flat on her thighs and facing upwards. The pigtails he had placed in her hair had made clear that her clothing of this night would be one of those schoolgirl outfits again.
Her eyes remained locked on the floor, awaiting his permission to look up at him. She had been in a trance for a few minutes now as her mind began to unravel and wander within itself:
She loved being his schoolgirl. She loved being his BabyGirl. She loved everything about who she was because of him. Of who he had turned her into and of all the emotions that he placed inside her, consuming her ability to reason and think on her own.
That was the power of submission to her, the power he had over her and the power she willing gave up. All twenty of her fantasies had been completed by him. And because of this she now followed him with an unremitting need to make him feel as good as he had made her.
Snapping out of her trance, she felt the lip of his wine glass touching her mouth. She parted lips and opened as he lifted the glass. Her mouth filled with the Merlot and she swallowed it quickly as more flowed into its place. He kept tilting the glass up until it had emptied.
This was the fourth glass of wine he had put inside her. And her head had slowly become dizzy for the consumption. Her stomach had become warmed with the alcohol. She had no ability to hold her alcohol and he knew it. Yet she drank it as per his actions and directions to do so. She loved the fogginess of a buzzing state of mind because when within that fog her need for his protection increased, and that was some submission she could live within the confines of for the rest of her lifetime.
Her eyes met his as he set the wine glass on the kitchen table. His movements were mesmerizing, slow and exacting with their purpose.
“Lick,” he stated with the deep timbre of his voice.
Her tongue came out of her mouth and rolled around her lips, drawing the remaining traces of Merlot to its tip.
He reached down to her and grabbed the hair on the back of her head, standing her up to her knees before he leaned in to planted his mouth to hers. His tongue penetrated the inside of her mouth, dominant in its own manner and she submitted again as he drew into his mouth what she was tasting in hers.
She whimpered at his force, but conformed to the message he was conveying through his treatment and touch.
He released her from the kiss and they touched foreheads. Her eyes lowered and then closed. She loved him with an obsession that made her dependent on him for purpose to breathe. Without his presence and affection, she knew she would die. And this was a submission that she loved more than any other.
“I’m feeling physical tonight, Baby,” he whispered as she shuddered at the image his words instantly created for her. “And I’ve got 10 fantasies of my own to complete ... And they are all about you.”
“I’m feeling physical tonight too, Daddy,” she whispered, feeling the first of many tingles within her core. “And I’ll complete them all for you, as you’ve done for me. What are they?”
“In time, I’ll tell,” he said, softly.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered back. “And I’ll wait.”
“But you, little girl,” he said, taking her by the shoulders and standing up, bring her to her naked feet as well. “You will doll yourself for tonight. I don’t want a hair out of place, a bit of make-up to flake and a bit of sweat to form on your skin … at least not until I put it there.”
He took her hand and slowly walked back the hallway to their bedroom. She followed behind him taking in his scent as it passed through the air. Goosebumps formed on her skin and thoughts of submission filled her senses. His scent always did things to her mind that rippled through her with an overwhelming resolve to arouse. And she basked in the effect of everything about him, even those moments when no sound was made.
They walked into the bedroom and he stood her in front of the dresser, pressing himself up against her back. She watched their images in the dresser mirror. His eyes were filled with a lust that made her wet. Her heaving chest encased a heartbeat which pounded with the yearning that built within her.
He took her wrists in his hands and directed them behind her back and onto the front of his pants. She closed her eyes, feeling the bulge and imagining the sight of it, the feel of it. He was rock hard and she wanted to drop to her knees in front of him, begging him for the opportunity to do fulfill his lust.
His right hand wandered back to her front, across her body and onto her left breast, gripping and squeezing it with his palm as his thumb and pointer finger found her areola. He rolled her nipple between her thumb and pointer finger, slowly and with an agonizing pinch. Her mouth dropped open and she whimpered at the pain.
“My first fantasy is your perfection,” he whispered into her ear as she excitedly gripped his cock through his pants, working on it and making it react to her touch as she listened to him. “You will be perfect for me. You will be dressed perfectly. You will behave perfectly. You will show Daddy what a perfect little BabyGirl is supposed to be like.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered softly, gripping at his cock with a frenzied desire.
“And when the time is right, I’ll will take your perfection and make it my own,” he whispered, watching her reactions in the mirror’s reflection of her face.
His left hand traveled down and onto the mound and the top of her center. Her pressed his fingertips in and drug his hand downward until palm centered or her and his fingers slid into the wetness of her swollen labia.
She whimpered into a moan, trying to maintain her modesty as he began a mixture of delicately petting her peach and rubbing his fingers into the soft tissue of her outer lips.
“Don’t try to be something you’re not, Princess,” he said, affectionately, but in a straightforward manner. “You’re weak and for my second fantasy, I will make you lose all your composure.”
She felt his erection growing stiffer. She began to twitch imagining its girth opening her canal and its length sliding deep inside her.
“Make yourself up, Angel,” he said as she opened her eyes, released her grip on his erection and opened her make-up case on the dresser top.
Her hands trembled slightly and blood was rushing through her veins as the buzz of the wine made her dizzy from closed eyes.
“That’s a good girl,” he said, watching her begin with her foundation. “Make yourself pretty for Daddy. Make yourself perfect for Daddy.”
His left hand traveled from her center up her body and he placed his fingers inside his mouth, licking her juices from them. She watched him doing this in the reflection of the mirror as she moved at a fast pace to get her make-up applied, not just quickly … but perfectly.
His right hand released her left breast and dribbled down between her legs, passing over the softness of her skin.
“You’re so smooth, BabyGirl. It feels nice,” he said, taking her left earlobe in between his teeth as his left hand cupped her right breast and began to fondle it.
He pressed his rock-hard condition in between the cheeks of her bottom. She could feel his arousal in his presence.
“My third fantasy is to expose you for all that you are,” he whispered into between nibbles as his hot breath rolled down over her chest, adding more goosebumps to her skin. “And when I expose you, I’ll be expecting you to collapse. You won’t need to try to do this because by then, you’ll be broken. And Daddy will piece you back together.”
She finished her make-up and held up the lipstick applicator to show him the color.
“Bring it along with you,” he said as her hand traveled back behind her again, dropping the lipstick in his pocket before regripping his erection through his pants.
“You want Daddy’s cock, don’t you?” he asked rhetorically.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered with a pouty whine.
“Can you imagine it inside you?” he asked with a whisper.
“Yes, Daddy,” she breathed, squeezing him as tightly as her fingers could.
“My fourth fantasy is to enter you in all three places, again and again and again,” he said with a syrupy tone. “You won’t when and you won’t know whether to kneel, to bend over or to spread your legs. But by the end of this night, you’ll be spent … and so will I.”
He turned her to face him and she nestled up against his chest as he put his arms around her frame.
“And my fifth fantasy is to double penetrate you until you spasm uncontrollably.”
Her tummy fluttered and she felt herself tighten at the intensity of the thought. He opened the top drawer of the dresser and took out a pair of her white, thigh-high stockings.
He walked her over to the side of the bed and took her in his arms, placing his left hand on the small of her back and his right hand behind her head as he leaned her back and eased her down onto the mattress.
She drew her knees up to her chest, instinctively and submissively presenting herself to him. She had no idea what he was going to do first, just that her mission of this night was tangible, rewarding and clear to her:
Fulfill Daddy’s fantasies … perfectly.
Gathering up the nylon material of the first stocking, he gazed down at her with adoration. She was lying there and all ready had succumb to the direction this night was headed.
“You’re such a good girl. Look at you, lying before Daddy and waiting for whatever Daddy chooses to do,” he said very sweetly as he began sliding the stocking onto her right foot. “It makes me happy to see you like this. So innocent, yet so completely open to the possibilities.”
Sliding the stocking up her right leg, he stretched the material out to its end, running his left hand up the tender skin of her inner thigh. She looked up at him with such desire to see his finger find their way inside her peach. She was so hopeful, yet so accepting of the wait.
Gathering up the material of the other stocking, he watched her twitch slightly as she placed her palms flat on either side of her on the mattress. She was removing the temptation from her hands to finger herself. It was torture to do this, but a kind that turned her on.
“You wanna play with yourself. Don’t you, BabyGirl?” he asked, sliding the second stocking onto her left foot and up her leg.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered in a breathy tone as she nodded her head slightly.
Her eyes were begging for his permission, but she knew he wouldn’t grant it, not then and not yet. She hadn’t touched herself in three weeks and had become completely dependent on him for all gratification. There was an enjoyment she got from being denied.
“You will not touch herself tonight, young lady,” he said, sliding the stocking up her left leg and stretching the material out to its end before placing his hands on both of her inner thighs and dribbling his fingertips up them until his found her center. “You enjoy Daddy teasing you, don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she replied, knowing Yes was the only acceptable answer.
“And I know you enjoy humiliation and embarrassment too. Isn’t that right?” he asked, leaning in towards her and placing a hand on either side of her.
“Yes, Daddy,” she replied, looking up at him with a defenseless guise.
“Tonight you’ll be humiliated and embarrassed, but it’s going to feel like so much more than that,” he said with a twinkle in his eyes. “Tonight you’ll be devastated with those feelings. And that is my sixth fantasy.”
He stood up and walked over to the closet, opening the doors and taking her clothing off the hangers.
The word devastated kept rippling through her mind. She turned over onto her tummy to prevent her fingers from betraying her. And, nibbling on her right knuckle, watched her Daddy take down the white button down shirt that she had tailor-cut for her frame, the red and black checkered schoolgirl skirt with the pleats and a white bra from the top drawer of the dresser.
“Sit up,” he said, patting her bottom.
She sat up and lifted her arms. Being dressed by him before had left her with a mental roadmap of steps he took to put her in clothing. It was a small comfort in knowing what was next to go on her because what would happen after she was dressed would remain a mystery to her.
“You’ve mentioned how much you enjoy being mind fucked,” he said, sliding her arms under the straps of her bra and attaching it behind her back. “Tonight, I’m going to take you to a new level of it. It’s called Absolutely Obedience. And that is my seventh fantasy.”
He slid each of her arms into the sleeves of the white schoolgirl shirt and began buttoning it up to her cleavage.
“And the real fantasy of it is that by the time I’m done de-programming you, you won’t remember what free will felt like,” he said, taking her breasts in his hands and closing his fingers around them as he eased her back down onto her back on the bed. “And the best part for you will be that you’ll begin to do as Daddy says without thinking twice about it. And knowing that Daddy controls your thoughts will make you crave the feeling of Absolute Obedience.”
She watched him walk over to the dresser and open the second drawer. Her tummy became flustered as she drew her knees up to her chest again.
The second drawer held her diapers, her nighties, her onesies and every BabyGirl outfit in between. She closed her eyes and waited.
And … there was the crinkle. He slid her diaper underneath her bottom and she opened her eyes as a littleness had suddenly crossed her thoughts now. It was strange how that crinkling could set mind adrift.
“My eighth fantasy is strapping you with my belt,” he said, abruptly returning her to the moment. “Ten counts of leather that will show you the way and give you a little direction.”
Folding the diaper up between her legs and into place at her hips, he paused from continuing to allow her time to remember the spankings she had received before.
“If I have to do any more than ten, it won’t be for direction,” he said, fastening her diaper tapes. “It will be for correction. And I’m certain you remember how long it took to heal from last weekend. It was nearly Wednesday until you could sit without pain.”
He sat her up and stood her up, helping her to step into her red and black checkered skirt. He turned her to face the dresser mirror again as he fastened her skirt in the back and then wrapped his arms around her.
“My ninth fantasy is to watch you cry,” he said, straightening out her outfit where it needed to be. “But you’ll be crying for all the right reasons.”
She stepped into her black Mary Janes and took his hand as he picked up her diaper bag and led her down the hallway and to the front door. He grabbed his keys and turned back to her.
“And my tenth fantasy is to hear you scream,” he said placing a white pacifier between her lips as her eyes grew big and wide at what he just said. “And you’ll be screaming for all the right reasons, too.”
He took her hands in his and looked directly into her eyes.
“But if anything ever becomes too much for you to handle, please tell me,” he stated with a softer tone of sincerity. “You’re just a BabyGirl and having you in my life is all the fantasy I will ever need. You don’t need to do anything more. If it becomes too much, tell me you want to stop.”
She looked up at him and shook her head no, stepping into his arms. And at that moment, she decided she would fulfill his ten fantasies, no matter what - just as he had done for her. And she would do it all flawlessly and selflessly - for him, for her Daddy.
“Princess,” he said, lifting her eyes to him. “You look perfect.”
He opened the door and they began a night together that would transform their lives forever.
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