Page 77 of Impressing Brett

“Such a messy girl,” Daddy says as he unbuttons the front of my blouse. “You even dripped it down the front of you. I think I’m going to have to start putting a bib on you when you eat.”

I flush. I’m not opposed to the idea, especially when he feeds me. It makes me feel younger and needier, and I like it. Not all the time, but some of the time. Especially when I really need to turn over my care and submit to him.

Today is definitely one of those days.

Daddy pulls my blouse out of my slacks and tugs it down my arms. “This is going to have to go to the dry cleaner.” He sets it next to me on the island. His hands go to the button on my slacks next. After popping it and lowering the zipper, he bends to remove my flats.

I expect him to lift me to the floor so he can take off my pants, and I’m already panting with anticipation. I never know exactly what he might have in mind. He has a tendency to surprise me. He might clean me off, put pigtails and a toddler’s outfit on me, and sit me down in my playroom. But he also might strip me naked and fuck me on the island. It’s a toss-up. I’m kind of hoping he goes for door number two, but I won’t tell him that. When Daddy is in charge, Daddy is in charge. I know better than to try to tell him what he should do.

“Lie back, Little lamb,” he says in a deep sexy voice as he lowers me carefully onto my back so I’m splayed out on the island.

“Good girl. Let’s get these pants off before you drip ice cream on them, too.”

I lift my hips for him to help him pull my slacks off. I’m slightly disappointed when he doesn’t take my panties, too, but when I glance down and see myself naked, except for the pink princess panties he put on me this morning, I’m glad he left them. I hope it’s temporary, but they’re helping me adjust my mindset.

“Don’t move,” he commands. “You won’t fall off while I grab a wet washcloth, right?”

I shake my head. “No, Daddy.”

He turns to the sink but glances at me every few seconds as if I might actually fall. He waits for the water to heat just right before wetting the cloth and returning to me.

“Give me your arm, Little lamb.”

I hold out my stickiest arm. The one I’d been using to hold my ice cream.

Daddy cleans me off, even rinsing and scrubbing me two times. When he’s satisfied that I’m not sticky anymore, he comes to my knees, spreads them, and leans forward to kiss my panty-clad pussy. “Mmm. You smell so good, Little lamb.”

I whimper. I want him to take the panties off and his pants, too. I want him inside me more than I ever have before. Desperation takes over.

“Reach your arms above your head, Lacy,” he murmurs, again in a sexy deep voice.

I lift my arms and grab the edge of the counter behind my head. The effect makes me feel exposed and vulnerable.

“That’s it, Little lamb. Arch that chest for me.”

I moan. I’m already so aroused my mind is running out of control, and he hasn’t touched me yet. The act of caring for me so intimately makes me horny every time.

I lick my lips. “Lucy calls her breasts titties.” I shiver and giggle.

“I noticed.” He smiles. “How did that make you feel.” He’s running his fingers up and down my inner thighs, making it hard to stay still.

“It made me wet. It’s so babyish, but I was aroused. Is that weird? That I got aroused when she said titties?”

“No. I suspect it makes her aroused too, or she wouldn’t say it. And let me remind you that nothing you do or feel is weird. How many times have I told you that?”

I shrug. “I dunno. Maybe you need to spank me.”

He lifts a brow. “Is that so?” He spreads my thighs wider, forcing my knees to bend farther. He grips my inner thighs and runs his thumbs along the edge of my panties.

I groan.

“Maybe I need to spank your delicate little pussy, huh?”

I gasp, my eyes going wide. I shake my head. “No, Daddy. That would hurt.”

“Maybe it would be a good kind of hurt. The kind that makes you scream as you orgasm.”

I lick my lips. Spank my pussy? Now, I’m intrigued. I involuntarily arch my titties again and whimper.

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