All persons in this fictional story are over 18.
"Tina," I said sternly.
"Yes, Daddy?" she replied quizzically.
"Come here please."
It seems such an innocent way to start something, a simple request to come into my office. But, like so many things, sometimes what seems so simple isn't always simple.
Tina bounced into my office and stood at the end of my desk. I had to resist the urge the ogle her gorgeous body. After all, I was supposed to be upset with her. She was dressed in her schoolgirl outfit. Though she was no longer an 18 year old student at Catholic school, she had kept and modified the uniform for just such special occasions. Now, as she approached her 30th birthday, she was still a vision. Her hair was in pig tails and framed her cute face. Her long sleeve, white blouse was untucked and the ends were tied just below her pert, round tits. I could tell she did not have a bra on, something I'm sure the nuns would have frowned upon. She wore a plaid skirt which barely reached mid thigh. She had on knee high white socks and high heel shoes with a buckle across the front of the ankle. Yes, I'm certain the nuns would not have liked this uniform. I, on the other hand, liked it very much. I felt the blood flow to my prick and cause it to swell.
"Tina, I saw the mess you made downstairs this morning. Why did you spill my grape juice all over the counter? And once you had wasted my juice by letting it spill, why didn't you clean it up?"
Tina lowered her eyes and looked at the floor. She put her hands together in front of her and stood submissively. Despite the act, I knew that she made this mess intentionally. As soon as I walked downstairs this morning, I knew what my precious little angel wanted from her daddy. She had spilt grape juice all over the counter and left the house without cleaning it up. It was of course, no accident that she chose to spill grape juice. There were two acts of disobedience within the spilling of the juice. First, she knows that grape juice is for her daddy and daddy only. Second, she knows that I expect her to clean up after herself. We only play this game two or three times a year, but we both get tremendous pleasure from it. Tina knew that I would see the juice and feel the need to punish her accordingly. Tina, of course, would deny any wrong doing and protest the punishment.
As Tina stood before me, submissively, I awaited her response. "Well, young lady. Do you have anything to say for yourself?" I kept my voice firm and steady, my eyes never leaving her face.
Her lower lip began to quiver and she squeaked out, "I don't know what you mean Daddy."
Before the last syllable of daddy had left her mouth, my hand was moving in a blur. I slapped the edge of my desk and Tina jumped into the air. "How dare you pretend you don't know what you've done," I screamed. As I finished yelling at her, I saw her cower into herself. Her arms drawn across her chest as if to protect herself from the blows she expected to follow my shouting, I saw actual tears forming in the corner of her eye and for a moment thought I had pushed our little game too far. As I was waiting to hear her shout "wire", our safety word, I worried that I had let myself get too far out of control. I was worried that I had really upset my little baby. Instead, I saw her thighs, very slightly, start rubbing together. I knew then that Tina liked the extra force I was using.
"Tina," I demanded, "I asked you a very simple question. What do you have to say for yourself?" Tina shuffled her feet back and forth and started to speak, then immediately stopped. She repeated this starting and stopping twice more. "Young lady," I said, "When I ask you a question, I expect an answer immediately. I will not tolerate this lack of respect."
"I'm so sorry daddy," Tina cried. "I wanted to have some of your juice this morning. I thought if I just took a little bit that you wouldn't notice. Then it spilled and I didn't want you to be mad so I ran out. I'm so sorry daddy, please don't be mad." She had real tears flowing down her cheeks as she begged her daddy for mercy. It took every ounce of restraint I had to not scoop her up in my arms and tell her I was sorry for upsetting her. But, that wouldn't go well with the game we were playing. And my rock hard cock was telling me that part of me really enjoyed this aspect of the game.
I walked around the desk and stood in front of her. "Tina, I find your answer absurd and completely unacceptable. You know that I ask very little of you. In fact I really only ask that you leave the grape juice for me as it is my favorite and don't leave the house looking like a pig sty. Are these two things to much for you?" Her chest was heaving as she fought back the tears. Her heavy breathing caused her massive tits to rise and fall right in front of my face. Now that I was standing if front of her, I could look down and see the deep v of her perfect cleavage. Her deep breathing was causing the fabric of her shirt to strain against the weight of her breasts. I could see her nipples poking into her shirt like two little candies, begging to be sucked.
"Tina, you have to be held accountable for your actions. You have willfully disobeyed my rules. You must be punished." Tina actually broke character for a moment when I said she must be punished. The tiniest of smiles flashed across her face and I was reminded that she is not an innocent school girl. Rather she is an insatiable fuck machine, only satisfied when her daddy's hard cock is pounding her pussy. She quickly regained her composure and was back to being a school girl about to get punished for her wrong doing.
"But I said I was sorry daddy. You don't have to punish me. Please daddy, please don't do this." Tina pleaded with me not to punish her.
"I'm sorry, Tina," I replied, "This must be done." With that, I walked back around the desk and opened one of the drawers. I reached inside and retrieved two, leather wrist restraints. The restraints were made from thick, dark leather with heavy metal buckles. Each restraint also had a metal ring and clasp attached. These were new toys that I was introducing to Tina, but I felt that she would enjoy them. That belief was reaffirmed when she saw the restraints. She began to lick her lips and blatantly rub her thighs together. Her eyes were glassy and bright as she stared at the restraints. Good, I thought, she is as excited about these as I am.
Tina couldn't contain herself and blurted out, "Are those for me daddy?" She was trying so hard to be the submissive school girl, but her dark side was taking over.
I quickly replied, very sternly, "Yes Tina, these are for you. I'm tired of your disobedience and these will ensure you receive your punishment." My tone of voice brought Tina back into the current fantasy and she became instantly submissive. I maneuvered around the desk and stood behind her. She smelled fantastic. The combination of the love spell perfume and her own womanly scents was intoxicating. I moved closer to her until I was against her back. I knew she had to be able to feel my cock pressing against the small of her back. I reached around in front of her and grabbed her right hand. I pulled it around her back and pressed my lips to her ear, "Don't struggle Tina. That will only make your punishment more severe. Do you understand?"
Just barely above a whisper, Tina replied, "Yes daddy."
I drew myself even closer to her and said, with hot breath into her ear, "Louder." I felt her entire body shudder as my hot, moist breath moved across her ear and down her neck.
Her knees buckled slightly and she responded, "Yes daddy. Yes, your little baby girl understands."
"What do you understand baby?" I asked.
"I understand that I was a bad girl," she said.
"And what else?" I asked.
"I understand daddy is going to punish me, because I was bad. I understand that I'm not to struggle or fight. I'll accept my punishment like a big girl."
"Good," was all I said. I quickly affixed a restraint to her right wrist. The rough texture of the leather scraped against her skin. The heavy metal buckle held the restraint securely against her tiny wrist. I again reached in front of her and locked my fingers around the soft skin of her left arm. As I drew her arm behind her, I felt her tense up. It turned me on immensely to know that there was actual fear in her. Her tension also reminded me that she was my little girl and it was my responsibility to keep her safe. I couldn't get too carried away. I secured the restraint to her left wrist and then clasped the two restraints together. I took a step back and told her to turn around. Her head down, eyes boring holes into the carpet, hands bound behind her back; she was the perfect vision of submission.