Father and daughter went into the kitchen and started cleaning up. Eric couldn't wipe the smile off his face as he handed the dirty dishes to his mostly nude daughter. He couldn't wait for his wife to get home to see how well things had gone. Cassie was going to be even more excited than he was; she had been very vocal over the past few months about her desire to return to a more full-time submission in their relationship. He figured it had a lot to do with Jax's impending departure and the major life change that would mean for them. She'd always appreciated structure in her life, and they were still young for parents of an 18-year-old; he was 45 and she was only 40.
With the dishes taken care of, Eric sat down at the kitchen table while Jax finished up. He sipped his coffee and watched her as she darted throughout the room, wiping the table and straightening the counter. Her tits barely bounced, they were so firm and perky, and her lacy panties hugged her ass perfectly, exposing the bottom third of each supple, taut cheek. He was now sure that her time wearing panties in the house was going to be short-lived, so he wanted to appreciate how sexy they looked now.
His erection, which had flagged while he participated in the cleanup, had returned in full force, and he adjusted it as best he could to hide it away. He wanted badly to touch her body, to feel her warm, soft skin with his fingers, to guide her gently to her knees and teach her the real place of a woman in his house. But he knew all of that would come, in time, and it would be better and stronger for the foundation he was building now. He had always been a man who could control his desires, a disciplined man. This was no time to give in.
When the kitchen was spotless, Jax stood before him, her hands clasped in front of her, the nipples on her pert breasts erect. The cleaning task had been a good use of her nervous energy, but Eric thought she seemed a little unsure of herself now at rest.
"Good girl," Eric said, smiling at her. "I'm so proud of how you're getting used to this. There's so much more I want to teach you, but it's best that we take it slow."
Jax smiled back at him. "Thanks Daddy. It's definitely a bit weird but it's kind of exciting too."
She pulled out the chair across from him and made to sit down but Eric cut in.
"Honey, wait." Jax froze, one hand on the chair's back. Eric spoke calmly but with firmness: "From now on, please ask to sit down in my presence unless I've given you permission."
Jax looked taken aback. "Ask? To sit down?"
"Yes honey. It might seem a little silly, but it's a simple way of showing your respect for me as the leader of the house."
Jax paused, clearly thinking something over. After a moment, she stood up straight and softly asked: "May I please sit, Daddy?"
"No." Eric let his denial hang there for a moment to see how she reacted, but she didn't bite. He was impressed. He took a final sip of his coffee and then held up the empty mug. "I'd like another cup of coffee. Do you know how to make it?
Jax's brow furrowed. Her fingers squirmed in her clasped grip. "Um, no I don't. I'm sorry Daddy."
"That's alright honey. I'll show you."
He explained the process, the correct ratios and how to use the equipment, and then stood back to let her figure it out for herself. As she busied herself grinding the beans and heating the water, Eric got a text from Cassie on his Apple Watch.
"All done shopping, Mr" she wrote, using their text-abbreviation for Master. "Hope everything's going well. Please let me know when it's time for me to come home."
He swiped a response on the keyboard on the tiny screen. "Went great. Come home now."
Ten minutes later, Eric was sipping his freshly brewed mug at the kitchen table and talking to Jax about coffee when he heard Cassie's car pull into the driveway. Normally he would greet her and help her unload, but this was a perfect learning opportunity for Jax.
"Your mother's home," he said, nodding toward the front door. "Go help her with the groceries."
