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This story was entered in the
soc.sexuality.spanking short story contest for the year 2003.
SSC'03 - AgePlay
Treats
by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com
Daddy's parrot chirped at her and stretched out a wing. She put her
hands
behind her back to remind herself not to poke a finger in the cage. She
whistled an answer and rocked back on her heels. The parrot walked along
its perch toward her, tilted its head and focused a knowing eye. She was
dressed like a candy corn, orange blouse and brown skirt swaying
against her
legs. She felt young and impulsive, Daddy's little girl, safe and happy.
Daddy fixed breakfast as she sat nearby on the carpet, legs crossed and
panties showing, brushing her hair. Pancakes and eggs and bacon will
fill
her tummy. An extra large glass filled to the brim with juice that makes
her hands seem small and clumsy. "It's too big, Daddy!" She was such a
good girl, she drank it all.
Daddy opened the window and a summer breeze blew in and tickled her bare
legs. She could hear the noises of the city far below, an ice cream
truck
played a tune, an ambulance hustled on its way, people all around them,
yet
they were alone.
Daddy walked over and hugged her and she smiled up at him and her bare
feet
rested on top of his, and they kissed and danced. He led her around the
room and she giggled, and twirled, orange and brown blurry candy corn.
A naughty little girl gets led by the hand and tugged across her Daddy's
knee. Her feet sticking straight out and her brown skirt lifted high and
the white cotton candy panties get tugged down just so. Daddy spanks and
she squeals and wiggles and kicks. "No Daddy no, it's too hard!" Her
bottom is candy apple red and warm.
Daddy decides to cane her, special thick stripes and wrap around
licorice
whip lines. Something to caress, soft oohs and ahhs as sensitive
fingertips
ride the lumps. His eyes twinkle with pride as she smiles a shy smile.
Bathtime, lots of fun, Daddy washes all her parts with loving care. A
soapy finger and a Daddy's matter of fact manner means no time to be
embarrassed. Bottoms up and bummy hole washed, her mouth blowing
egg-cream
fizzy bubbles in the bath as Daddy's finger slides slowly in and out.
Clean and fresh, white nightshirt and white cotton panties make the
little
girl feel new. Lemon ices are shared on the terrace and their feet prop
up
together as they sit side by side. Her punished bottom rests gently on
the
chair. Bright city lights stretch forever below them. They are part of
the sky, as father moonpie looks across at them and grins. The white
sugar
stars mist the sky surrounding them.
Bedtime and the parrot snuggles up to the bars as Daddy whispers his
good
night. The cover floats down and covers the cage. Snuggled deep in bed,
a
little girl opens one knowing chocolate drop eye and smiles. They are
alone.
© 2003 by
zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com, not to be reposted or distributed
without permission
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