Page 29 of Until Daddy

He led her to her bedroom, snagging the bag on the way.

“Did you enjoy your run?” he asked as he pointed to the bed for her to sit.

“Yes.” She watched the bag as he dangled it from his fingers.

“If I look in your panty drawer will I find panties or will I find thongs?” He placed the bag down on the dresser and traced the knob of the drawer with his finger.

“Mostly thongs,” she answered.

“I would prefer it if you don’t wear thongs. I like my girl to wear something a little more modest.”

“You don’t like thongs? Every man loves thongs.”

He laughed. “I do, and sometimes I’ll want you to put on a pair, but unless I do, you aren’t to wear them.”

Her brow furrowed.

“What did you have in mind?” She eyed the bag.

He handed it to her, letting her explore the contents on her own. He’d had to order them, otherwise she would have been wearing them from the first moment she agreed to be his and only his.

Leaning against the dresser, he watched her take out the garments wrapped in tissue paper and unwrap them in her lap. Panties; white cotton panties.

She unfolded the first one in the pile and looked at the words written on the backside, that would be displayed across her beautiful ass.

“Good girl.” She looked up at him. He lifted his chin, indicating he wanted her to look at the second bundle in the bag.

Putting that aside, she unwrapped the next few pairs and held one up. A soft pink blush crept up her neck and covered her face. “Bad girl?”

“Let’s hope you won’t be wearing these very often.” He moved to sit beside her on the bed and took the few pairs from her lap. “You’ll only wear these when I tell you to, and understand that if you’re wearing one of these, a spanking is coming in short order.” Folding the pair he’d taken from her hand, he placed it neatly on the pile.

“And these?” She gestured to thegood girlpile.

“These you’ll wear whenever you want—or when I ask specifically.”

“You’re taking away my thongs?” Her eyes narrowed and her lips pursed together. If she was trying to look tough she was failing miserably, the girl couldn’t look anything but adorable when she fought against the pout trying to escape.

“No, I’m not taking them away.” He brushed a wet strand of hair from her forehead. “But I like the idea of you wearing your good girl panties for me.”

Her throat worked as she swallowed back a response. Nothing too snarky, he was sure of that, because her eyes had already begun to dilate. She wanted to wear the panties, too. His mind worked, turning over images of what she would look like standing in the corner, her arms folded behind her and the round, perfect globes of her ass covered in white cotton displaying the wordsbad girl. Fuck. How would he actually discipline her in that situation if just the mental image made his cock harder than steel?

“Okay, Daddy.”

His eyes nearly crossed at the softly spoken words.

“Such a good girl for me today.” He smiled and grabbed both piles of panties and took them to the dresser. “Let’s see how good you can be for Daddy. Take off your towel.”

She stood up from the bed, clutching the top of the lavender towel. Her wide, beautiful eyes latched on to his as she slowly, tormentingly so, untucked the towel and peeled it away from her body. As it fell away, he took in the deliciousness that stood before him. Perfectly balanced curves, heavy breasts, taut stomach, and thick, rich thighs.

“Now lie on the bed and spread your legs for me. I want to see your pussy on display for me.” He didn’t move, and he wouldn’t. Not until he was ready to devour her. Any sooner than that and he’d lose his resolve to go slow, to enjoy every second of her submission and obedience.

Those acts alone stroked him as hard and with as much passion as her hands could, and if he didn’t take the time to enjoy it, to soak in the energy she gave him, the afternoon would turn into a mindless fuck.

And he didn’t want a mindless fuck. Not with her. Not with his Carissa-girl.

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Carissa moved onto the bed,keeping her eyes away from his while she got into position. His stare was too intense, too powerful for her to hold for very long. He’d bought her panties. Not just underwear he could have picked up at any store off the street, but special panties.

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