(Author's note: All characters in this story are more than eighteen years old.)
Chapter 3:
Sitting in wet panties at supper is making Cupcake feel very naughty. She's just invaded Mommy's turf and Mommy doesn't have a clue. She's had Daddy all to herself for so long she assumes he would never stray. Or so Cupcake thinks.
But what if Mommy did have an idea, even just an inkling? Now there's a scary thought. Could she have possibly heard Cupcake's hushed whispers in the den? Suddenly she feels vulnerable and exposed. She's able to hide her fidgety hands under the table, but the fear in her eyes is another matter. Then Mommy's odd glance at her sends shivers. She tries to catch a peek at Daddy, hoping for some sign, but he seems unfazed by it all. He seldom says much anyway. It's Mommy who is the chatterbox.
So when she begins to carry on about her "lady's night out" club, Cupcake is much relieved. She knows that will occupy her for the remainder of supper. She and Daddy have heard it all before...many times. How Mommy enjoys being with her friends, how much fun they have together. Tonight they are going to see a new movie, and that is just fine. In fact the very prospect is wetting Cupcake's pussy even more.
She can barely eat anything. She's in a fog, dreaming about what happened under the afghan. She will soon be alone with Daddy, and that both arouses her and frightens her. She is, after all, still a virgin. Will she disappoint him? Will it hurt? How is that monster of his going to fit in her tiny pussy?
"May I be excused?" she asks.
"Yes," Mommy says, hardly pausing her jabber-thon.
She is in the bathroom in a flash. She needs to get out of her wet panties and wash herself for Daddy. If she can delay long enough, maybe Mommy will be gone when she comes out. "Yes, that's the ticket, wait until she's gone," she thinks to herself. After a while she hears the clanking of dishes in the kitchen as Mommy cleans up, then a long silence which she presumes means that she's freshening up in her bedroom, then finally she hears her good-byes to Daddy.
That's when it really sinks in: She is now alone with HIM. Her heart is pounding again. She is scared, and her self-confidence is escaping her too. What does he have in mind, exactly?
In the hope of somehow regaining her courage, she waits a few more minutes before stepping out of the bathroom. When she does, he is standing there waiting with a stern look on his face. His colossal cock and balls are hanging out of the fly of his trousers, and he's snapping a switch against his thigh. The snaps come in a slow deliberate cadence. She knows he means business.
"Come here little SLUT," he directs.
Shaking inside, she comes slowly, tentatively, her head bowed, her eyes transfixed on his cock. It's not erect, though it's fuller than it was when she groped it in his pants. It now jostles pendulously with each snap of his switch.
"You are NEVER to give any hint to Mommy that there is anything between us! Do you understand?!" he bellows.
"Yes sir," she peeps.
"You had better have a grip on your emotions whenever she's around. She can smell a rat quicker than anyone I know."
"Yes sir, I will."
"You have much to learn about being my slut."
"I know."
