And then I withdrew, whispering. “All clean.”
She seemed dazed. “Daddy, why does your paddle for your date say “daddy’s girl”? Um, what kind of date was it?”
I carried her back to bed. Thank god the next day was a Saturday. “A fantasy one that doesn’t do real life justice, Muffin. Do you want the paddle instead?”
“I am daddy’s girl. Not your date.”
Her anger from earlier clicked into place. “Were you jealous when I got home, Muffin?”
She bit her lip and nodded. I collapsed in bed beside her and cradled her close. “The paddle is yours. It was always yours. I’ll explain more when you can understand better. Go to sleep now, Muffin. Be a good girl.”
“Yes, daddy.” She cuddled sleepily and was out in a moment.
My last thought before falling asleep was, To hell with the lines. Maddie was mine. I had raised her and taught her in everything else. I would raise her in this too. And I would be ever so gentle and slow in teaching her to be exactly how she should behave. No one would give this as much care as I would, of that I was certain. No one knew Maddie like I did. She trusted no one else like she trusted me and I doubt she ever would.
In return, I would live up to her trust. I cradled her in my arms and fell asleep with one arm protectively covering her. Maddie didn’t stir once from the spot. She nestled into the protection easily.
I slept peacefully with the decision.
Maddie’s stirring awake woke me in the morning. My eyes snapped open and I looked down to see her yawn sleepily. She was slower to wake than I was, but she came to with a languid smile. “Good morning, daddy.”
“Good morning, Muffin. Tell me something, sweetheart. Yesterday when we cuddled in your bed, what were you thinking of when you were touching me?”
She blinked and went tense despite her sleepiness. “I- I was thinking that I hurt and you were so close, daddy.”
“You hurt, Muffin?” I knew what she meant. But I wanted her comfortable with speaking it.
She blushed furiously. “Y-yes, hurt. Sort of. My body hurt last night too. I felt good and wanted.. I wanted…”
“You were seeking pleasure, yes? Just like you wanted to touch your little pussy last night after your punishment?”
She quivered. “Daddy!”
“Muffin. Good little girls aren’t embarrassed to daddy. I know you’re a good girl. Come now. Say the words. Say “yes, daddy, my pussy wanted to be touched.” Look up at me and say it, Muffin.”
She had to force herself. Her face was blood red. “Yes, daddy, my pussy wanted to be touched.”
I smiled in pure pleasure. “Good girl. I know that was difficult. You’re such a brave daddy’s girl. Was your pussy wet after I helped you clean up your mess from the paddle handle? Answer like a big girl, princess. Tell me the truth.”
She still held my gaze. Ah, she was truly such an angel beneath my hands. “Yes, daddy, my pussy was very wet.”
I held her tight. “Good girl. This will get easier as we talk more, Muffin. From now on, whenever you hurt, I want you to tell me what made your pussy ache and ask me for permission to stroke it better. Understood?”