She inhaled sharply. “Daddy, I’m still… Er.” She peaked at me shyly. “Horny?” Adorably she watched my reaction to the word and waited until I nodded encouragingly. “I’m still horny from last night and you telling me to ask makes me scared. But, very horny.”
I chuckled. “Of course it does. That’s because good girls always ask permission. Remember, your body likes being a good girl. Go on. Go take a shower. Try using the shower sprayer pulse on your cunt. You will enjoy it. Make yourself cum twice, Muffin, once for last night as well. You deserve it for being so good.”
She grinned shyly and crawled out of bed, disappearing behind my bathroom door. A moment later I heard the shower start and stroked my cock, thinking of my daughter petting her clit and remembering last night, remembering what I’d done to her in punishment and filling her mouth around the paddle handle.
It didn’t take me long to orgasm. I had been straining for relief so badly that it was amazing I could sleep well. The pleasure tightened my balls and I gasped when cum spritzed my blankets. Eventually, of course, I would teach Maddie that good girls loved the taste of their daddy’s cum and she would clean it up as well as she learned to clean her own cum off of toys. Eventually.
Oh, how I looked forward to training my daughter. I flipped through porn images on my phone, an idea occurring to me. I went through all of my own fetishes. Submissives on their knees before a master. A female being caned and crying at her punishment. A few hentai ones of girls tied up and used by massive tentacles. Some of girls having their tight assholes stretched open with a cock or a toy. I saved them to a gallery on my phone.
By the time Maddie was finished and stepped out of the bathroom I had a decent amount of images. She glowed with relieved pleasure when I smiled at her. “Oh, daddy.” She bit her lip but then made herself speak. “I really enjoyed the shower spray. Thank you for letting me.”
“Good girl, princess. Come sit on my lap. I have something I want to show you.”
“Yes, daddy.” She tugged the end of her hair and crawled onto the bed before settling between my legs and leaning back against my chest. “Daddy, it makes me feel good to thank you.”
Did she realize just how perfect she was? Could she ever understand how well she responded to everything I could hope for her to? “Of course you do, Muffin. Good girls are polite. I want to show you pictures. I want to know how well you like them. I know it will be embarrassing at first but I want you to be brave, alright?”
“Yes, daddy.” Her voice quivered just a bit but she cuddled closer to me in her fear.
I wrapped my arms around her and held the phone in front so that she had a good view. I started nice and easy. The initial pictures were tease pictures. Girls with lingerie tied up or in a pose of submission. Maddie seemed to become transfixed with them. “Daddy,” she breathed. “Is this how good girls are?”
“Yes,” I answered softly. “Oh yes.”
“I… I do like it, yes.”