I looked at her. “I mean that sometimes your body knows that your punishment was good for you. You know you were wrong to be so disrespectful to daddy, don’t you? You’re such a good girl for feeling pleasure at your punishment, Maddie.”
She smiled shyly. “I… I like that I’m a good girl.”
I smiled. “You should.” I held up the paddle, showing her all the cum on the handle. I wanted to hold it up to my nose and inhale, show her how much I would love her scent, show her how much I would love how wet she was after a punishment. I wanted to show her how wonderful of a girl she was by burying my nose between her slender thighs and taking nice deep breaths right by her clit. My fantasies ran rampant and my cock throbbed.
Instead, I let her see her own cum. “That’s for good girls, sweetheart.”
She bit her lip. “What if I wanted… more?”
I chuckled. “That’s not unusual. Many good girls require daily spankings to keep them happy. It’s alright, Muffin. Come. Would it reassure you to sleep by daddy tonight?”
She beamed and hugged me. “Oh, yes daddy. I’m nervous now. I’m sorry. I believe you, I promise. I would just like cuddles right now too.”
I lifted her easily into my arms. “Good girls can have anything they wish, my love. And you are a very good girl.” I left the paddle on the table, glistening with my daughter’s girl cum. “Muffin, have you been playing with yourself for a while now?”
She hid her face in my chest, but not before I could see the blush spread across her freckled face. “Not very long, daddy. A year or two. How come?”
“No questioning, Muffin,” I said gently. “And I just wondered if you had bled any while playing with yourself. Unusually bright blood.”
She lifted her face, her eyes wide. “Daddy, is there something wrong with me?” The look on her face was more terrified than when I’d spanked her.
I rubbed her back. “I take it that you did. And not at all. It’s perfectly normal. It just means that your body is physically, technically, not virginal anymore. Although, most people consider virginity actual sex with another person.” I kissed her forehead. “Did it hurt Muffin?”
I laid her in my bed and curled up beside her. She snuggled down against my side, laying her head on my shoulder. “Yes, daddy. It just felt… raw though. Everything sort of hurt. I didn’t pay much attention until I saw the blood actually. It felt so raw but there were other pleasures. It was strange.”
“I imagine it was. I just wondered. I’m sorry it caused you pain. Be careful, Muffin. That’s all I ask.”
“Of course, daddy.” For a long while she was silent. And then she whispered. “It tastes good. It tastes strange, but good. When I’m… when I’m a good girl I mean and my body likes it.”
Damn it. I closed my eyes and breathed evenly. “I imagine it does, Muffin. That’s because whenever you please yourself like you did tonight, you’re supposed to be a tidy girl and clean up after yourself. Your body will like it when you lick your toys clean.”
Jesus, the line was gone now, but I’d said the words so many times in my games and in fantasy that they felt so right. They flowed together when I spoke them.