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Mabel took a few deep breaths. “Look, I’m already breathing! I’m ready for whatever you want to do to me next, Daddy.”
He moved on to sponging her breasts now. Her breasts were beyond beautiful. Small but pert. Large pink nipples that begged to be licked…
But he had to hold back. His dick needed time to recover. It had had more than enough action today. Too much, if he was being honest. He’d come so many times his balls ached and his dick was spent. He hadn’t come that many times in a row since he was a horny teenager, masturbating in his bedroom in secret. He was amazed, honestly, that he had been able to do it. But something about Mabel had made it easy. The smell of her pussy. The taste of her mouth. The feeling of her tongue and her tight ass… Fuck. His dick was twitching again. He had to hold back. Think about something unsexy.
Graham crackers.
Kingfishers.
Cigarette butts.
Okay, that was helping. Jesus, this girl was testing him to his absolute limits.
“Sweetheart,” he said softly. “I want to make sure you’re okay before we take things any further. Believe me, I want nothing more than to claim your pussy with my dick. I want to come in you so hard you scream. But as we know, you’re a Little, and Littles need a lot of special care after their Daddies have punished them.”
Mabel huffed. “My punishment didn’t feel that bad, though. In fact, I sort of enjoyed it.”
Her cheeks went crimson.
“That’s okay, honey,” said Rip, drawing the sponge across her long, milky-white thigh. Damn, those legs. He could get in serious trouble over those legs. They were the sort of legs you couldn’t leave behind. “You know, it’s okay to enjoy your punishments a little. This is roleplay, after all. If you got nothing out of it, then it probably wouldn’t be the right lifestyle for you.”
“And what about you?” Mabel asked softly. “You swore you didn’t want to be a Daddy. But… this all seems to be coming very naturally to you. Taking care of me. Setting boundaries. Are you really getting nothing out of it?”
Rip’s spine stiffened slightly. He hadn’t thought about that. Thiswascoming naturally to him. And, more than that, he was enjoying it. He liked being her Daddy almost as much as he enjoyed the feeling of her lips around his cock. In fact, the two things were so inextricably linked that they came as a package.
“Turns out I’m enjoying myself,” Rip said, surprised by how vulnerable he felt. “Seeing as how it’s, you know, just a temporary thing.”
Ohno. Why had he gone and said that? Of course, theyhadboth agreed this would just be temporary, but right now, he didn’t want it to ever stop. They were only just getting started. They were just beginning to explore the tip of the iceberg. He wanted to look at the whole damn iceberg. Over and over and over…
Mabel sniffed. She wasn’t crying, was she?
“You okay, darling?”
Mabel nodded. “Yeah. Just… maybe a bit tired.”
“Alright. I think we need to get you to bed, then.” Just to be clear, he added: “For a nice big sleep.”
“Am I allowed to stay at yours, Daddy?”
“Of course,” said Rip. “You can stay at Daddy’s house whenever you want.”
Mabel seemed to relax a little. “Thank you. But… am I allowed to play for a while before bed?”
Rip checked his watch. It was still early. “Well, okay. But not for too long if you’re tired. You can play for thirty minutes.”
Mabel nodded, and Rip’s heart swelled. Mabel wasn’t always the brat he’d pinned her down as. Sometimes, she was sweet as pie and obedient as a lapdog.
He helped her out of the bath, wrapping her in a big fluffy towel and giving her a bear hug. Then, when she was dry, he let her wear a t-shirt and sweatpants of his. She was so tiny she had to roll up the legs of the pants three times, and the t-shirt looked more like a dress on her.
“Now, I’m afraid Daddy doesn’t have many toys yet,” said Rip, “but I have something here you might like.”
Mabel looked around his pristine, military-themed kitchen with a look of confusion.
“I don’t let just anybody use my chalks,” he told her, handing her a fresh pack of white chalks. Normally he kept these for drawing diagrams of weapons on his blackboard. “But if you like, you can do some drawing with them.”
Mabel took the chalk eagerly, but looked confused again. “Where should I draw, Daddy? Isn’t your blackboard back on set?”
“It is,” Rip replied, “but chalks are washable. You can draw on the floor if you like. It’s only made of wood. It’ll wipe off easily. Here. Look.” He took one of the chalk pieces out of the packet and drew the beginnings of a road, adding in a few trees either side of it. “You see? We can draw a map.”
