She had to force herself to meet my eye and her voice was almost inaudible with remorse. “I’m sorry I back talked and said such words and disrespected you, Daddy.”
I stared at her a moment longer before I allowed myself to smile. “It’s alright. I don’t know what came over you, but I don’t want to see it again, Muffin. Now, brush your teeth, there’s a good girl.”
She did it quietly, her eyes darting to mine in the mirror. They were still wide and dilated. With fear? I hoped not. I hadn’t wished to frighten her so badly.
She kept her head bowed while I tucked her in. And when she rolled over for bed, I had to scold her. “Now, Muffin. That’s not how you say goodnight to daddy. Don’t disrespect me after punishment.”
Immediately she turned and hugged me tight. She kissed my cheek near the corner of my lips. “Yes, daddy. Of course not. Sleep well, daddy.”
I chuckled and pat her head. “There’s a good girl. Let’s start off better tomorrow, yes?”
I woke in the night like I often did, in need of water. I didn’t know when the habit had started but it was almost a nightly ritual. In fact, it was almost relaxing anymore. I stood up from bed and walked down the hall, not bothering with the hallway light. In the dark I noticed something though. I had forgotten all about my toy bag after the incident with my rebellious daughter.
It was open.
There was a soft mouse like sound from the living room. I would have had to walk through there to get to my kitchen anyway, but now I turned on the light.
Maddie lay on the sofa, her legs spread wide and her shorts thrown to the ground. The sound was of her whimpers from where she fucked her tight little pussy open with the handle of my paddle. The words “daddy’s girl” shown on the side of the paddle as she pumped her cunt hard and fast. With her other hand she stroked her ass where I had spanked her.
When the lights came on her eyes snapped open and she met my gaze. “Daddy, I- Oh god!” The last was a shout and she shoved the paddle handle hard, arching to the ceiling in her orgasm at the mere site of me.
She quivered on the couch and stared at me at the end, terror in her eyes. “D-daddy. I- I can explain. Please don’t punish me. I’m sorry I went through your bag but I was curious. I didn’t mean… I didn’t-”
I cut her off. “I won’t punish you.” It was the only thing I could think of. And I wouldn’t punish her. God knows I wouldn’t do that. I wanted to encourage her. I wanted to see more of her. I wanted to tell her how much of a good little daddy’s girl she was to enjoy the punishment from her father’s hand. My cock was rock hard at the sight of her. I hadn’t alleviated anything after punishing her, instead just showering and falling to bed. It tormented me now with a vengeance. So I crossed a line. I told her a little bit of what I so badly wanted to.
“No, Muffin. I won’t punish you. It’s alright to feel such pleasure at having been disciplined. Your body knows you were bad and needed it. Of course I won’t punish you.”
“What do you mean, daddy?” She grabbed her shorts and put them on. I didn’t stop her, but I did walk to the couch to sit next to her. I picked up the paddle by the wide end, the unfucked end, studying the handle. She had made a mess over it.