Let the Training Begin
Brianna
I awake with sunlight flooding my room, the suggestion of a warm day by all appearances, when in reality Jack Frost has dug his heels in deeply. The sunlight reflecting off the snow makes it look like a gorgeous summer day from my second story bedroom, but the chill in the air tells me otherwise as I slowly come to my sleepy senses. I stir in my bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, memories of last night suddenly flood my mind. The warmth between my legs increasing by the second as I think about the night in the playroom with Daddy.
I am by no means completely naive when it comes to the BDSM lifestyle, but I am certainly not an expert either. I have done a little research, but I am clueless as to what "training" looks like at this point. Let's face it, things you read on the internet are likely half-truths, personal opinions or a hodgepodge of information that needs to be experienced before making a judgement or claiming knowledge. The first time I saw the playroom accidentally, I was more than intrigued and decided to see what I could learn.
The possibilities of all the naughty things I want to do and have done to me fill my thoughts as I stumble from my bed and head to the bathroom for a quick shower. Daddy and I both have the day off today and I smile shrewdly as I wonder just what he has planned for me next.
I'm hoping I can beat Daddy to the kitchen, so I can make him a nice breakfast. He works so hard, so many hours and when I am able I like to show him how much I appreciate him. He has been my everything since I was a little girl and now even more so. I don't know what I would do without him. I shudder to even think of what may have happened to me if he hadn't been the man he was and stepped up after my mom died to make sure I had a stable home, a good moral upbringing and some normalcy out of a tragic situation.
I lather up a loofah with a sexy-scented shower gel I got for Christmas and quickly wash myself off. I can't help but smirk thinking about how hot my first time in the playroom was last night. I did it, I went through with it, even though Daddy didn't think I would or maybe he didn't think I could? A sense of accomplishment and pride envelops me. Is that normal? Should I be proud that I slept with my step father, that he took my virginity because I begged him to? Is it natural to feel accomplished that I was able to submit for the first time to dark sexual desires that I have kept at bay for years when I was too young to even be thinking those things in the first place? Some days I wish I had never stumbled across the playroom and other days I want to explore every nook and cranny with a fine-tooth comb and learn all there is to know. The things I saw in that room had me mesmerized and curious beyond measure. I close my eyes letting the hot water run down my face and body, washing away traces of lingering shame and last night's sex residue.
I dry off, swiftly apply lotion, brushing my long blonde hair and pulling it up in a messy bun. I throw on a pair of flannel pajama bottoms, folding the waist band down a couple times so they hang off my hips. I add a tight t-shirt with no bra to finish my carefree, Saturday morning "let the training begin" ensemble. One last look in the mirror and I run down the stairs, two at a time, to make breakfast for Daddy. Maybe I should serve him breakfast in bed! My plans are quickly squashed when I enter the kitchen to see him already sitting there sipping a cup of coffee and fiddling with his phone.
He glances up but doesn't seem to acknowledge me differently than any other day. Feeling slightly confused by his disregard I walk over to him and kiss the top of his head, "Good Morning Daddy, did you sleep well?"
"I did indeed Princess, and how about you?" He asks as he takes another sip of his steaming coffee.
"Oh, yes Sir, I slept like a baby", I answer with a coy tone to my voice, no reaction from him, hmm.
"What would you like for breakfast this morning Daddy?", I ask, this time with some hesitation in my voice.
"Whatever you want to make is fine with me Brianna"
"Ok pancakes and bacon it is!" I say, as I gather ingredients from the pantry and fridge. Why is he acting oblivious to what happened last night? After last night in the playroom, nothing is normal between us anymore, but here in the kitchen it seems like every other day before Daddy and I connected on this wonderful new level. Maybe he needs a little reminder, I think to myself, as I hum and dance around the kitchen, pretending not to notice his obvious lack of interest in my presence. I shake my ass in rhythm with the whisk, as I beat the pancake batter mercilessly and I think I see him smile slyly out of the corner of my eye. Satisfied for the moment, I continue to make breakfast and think about last night and what might be in store for today. I'm famished for food and for more of Daddy!
Daddy
Thank God for coffee! In my career as a cop and in the months after losing Catherine, coffee has been my saving grace for many sleepless nights. Hot, black and strong was the prescription this morning. I tossed and turned most of the night, pacing the floor and slipping in on Bri a few times to watch her sleep through the seemingly endless night. As I admired her, sleeping so soundly, she looked innocent and pure, even though I know I literally just took that innocence from her a few hours earlier. I can't help but feel relieved she went to her own bed to sleep last night instead of mine or she probably wouldn't have slept either! Its funny how things appear one way in the moment, but when you have time to reflect, so many other emotions and realizations come thundering in. What are we going to tell the family? How are we going to be able to keep up a charade in front of them if we decide not to tell them? How are my buddies going to react? How would Catherine feel about all this? After I've indulged in her sweet taste, how will I ever be able to say no to her? Will I want to? So many thoughts racing through my mind, I can't help but smile as I remember how sexy she looked strung up in the playroom in our basement.
Brianna has been my sanity and my reason for living since Catherine died. She has been my everything. We have helped each other out through the difficult loss of her mother. I have tried to be two parents in one and I'm pretty sure I did a lousy job playing the part of her mother, but I did my best. Brianna has always been my little Princess, from the very first day I met her, she was glued to my leg and I could do no wrong in that little girl's eyes. She gave me purpose once her mother passed, I wanted to make sure Brianna never wanted for anything, I didn't spoil her, but I tried to make sure she was well taken care of and that she knew I loved her. We have always had a strong bond, once Catherine left us it became stronger, and now...now our bond is on a whole different level. A level that both scares the hell out of me and excites me at the same time. For the first time in years, I feel alive again, I feel like a real man again and it's because of Bri, my beautiful Princess and because she inherited her mother's naughty tendencies.
As if she has some sort of sixth sense, she bounces into the kitchen. Her hair is wet, she smells delicious and the flannel pajamas looks sexy as fuck on her! Her hips are swaying as she walks in with confidence and those hard nipples are begging to be pinched and tweaked until she squeals for me. It's hard to keep myself composed. Focus Derrick, I tell myself. Indeed...Bri has grown into quite the lovely young woman. I briefly glance at her, drinking her in, but my attention immediately and purposely goes back to my phone. I know it's confusing to her but its part of her training, she will learn soon enough.
As I watch her prepare breakfast, its apparent that she is toying with me, teasing me or at least that's what she thinks. I can't let her have the upper hand. She needs to understand who is in control. It felt too good being back in the Dominant mindset last night and I'm not about to relinquish that feeling, even though my better judgement is screaming at me to stop this right now before it goes too far. Bending her over my knee, spanking her, seeing her tied up and helpless was exhilarating and to be honest I can't wait to do it again. I can only pray one or both of us don't end up damaged goods in the end.
We are both quiet at breakfast, and I can tell she is trying to read me. As she gets up to clear the table and wash the dishes, I break the silence, "So what's on your agenda today Princess?" Before she has a chance to answer I am already out of my chair and standing close behind her, so close I can smell her sweet skin and my cock twitches.
"Well, I thought I was starting my training today Daddy", she says with half a laugh, still not realizing I'm right behind her.
She squeals with surprise as I reach around her, grab her wrists with one hand, holding them tightly together and pull her firmly against my chest with the other. If she only knew what the sound of her squeals and whimpers do to me.
"Are you ready to begin training Bri? Are you ready to do what it takes to satisfy your Daddy even if you don't think it will be satisfying to you?" I whisper in her ear as I watch the goosebumps form on her skin. I close my eyes and inhale her, my cock growing stiffer by the second.
"Yes Sir" she whimpers as she squirms against me.
I pull her tighter, showing her who is in control and I feel her relax against me, perfect!
Hearing Yes Sir again after all these years makes me want to bend her over the counter and fuck the hell out of her until she is begging for mercy, but instead, I keep her wrists pinned tightly, my mouth close to her ear, with my erection growing against her backside. I slide my hand down the front of her pajama pants. I hear her breath hitch and feel her abdominals quiver under my fingertips and I smile against her ear. I take my time, teasing her as she desperately tries to get my hand and my fingers where she wants them; where she needs them. Oh no Princess, you don't get to be in control, I snicker to myself silently.
"You see Princess, one of your first training lessons will be patience." I chide, as I drag the word out, knowing this will likely be one of the more difficult tasks for her. She was very inpatient as an only child growing up and she carried that trait to her adult life, so this should be interesting.
