Page 119 of Their Perfect Daddy

No matter how much he dresses them up, I know a veggie when I see it. I can stand them for the most part; however, with getting back in shape for the season, I’ve had to eat more of them than usual. I told myself today would be vegetable and fruit free. My one day of enjoying the delicious treats of life.

“You should listen to Daddy,” comes the soft voice from beside me. Our princess sits there watching our standoff with a cautious expression. It’s like he wants to laugh, but he’s afraid of how it will be taken.

“He’s right. You should listen to me, Brat.”

I shake my head and keep my gaze firmly planted toward the back wall of windows. The sun has long gone down, which makes it damn near impossible to see anything past the back patio area. Still, I keep the position so as not to see whatever look he has.

The feel of his fingers firmly gripping my chin hints I might have fucked up. Daddy turns my face, making me look him in the eye as he watches me intently.

“This is the only warning I’ll give you, Brat. Either you eat your vegetables, or you’ll be punished.”

I shiver at the promise in his words. We’re close enough my breath fogs his glasses up with how hard I’m breathing. While logically, I shouldn’t want to get in trouble, I feel this ache to push him. I want to know just how far he’ll truly go.

As if he knows what I’m thinking, he nods once before lifting the fork full of roasted green crap my way. I frown at it, pinching my lips tight to prevent any secret moves on his part. He’s skilled enough to get past me if I’m not diligent.

“Should I go play, Daddy?”

Danny’s question turns the focus from me.

“Why do you think you should go play, Princess? We’re having dinner.”

He shrugs. “I know, but I think you might need time alone to punish him, right? I don’t want to be a distraction.”

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re no distraction at all. In fact, you can help me.” Daddy stands quickly, pulling away the nasty food and shuffling around the table to gather up plates. He takes them over to the sink, where he leaves them.

This is how I know I’m fucked.

Daddy doesn’t leave plates out. If he doesn’t clean them himself, then he has one or both of us do it. He says keeping the space clean is a good habit. He’s been even more adamant about the rule since Danny told him about how much of a mess my place was the one time he came to a party here.

“Come, Brat.” He extends his hand, and without thought I’m out of my chair heading his way. “You too, Princess. We’re taking this upstairs.”

The three of us wordlessly move through our home. It’s an ominous sort of silence. While Danny and I are clueless as to what’s coming, the man leading us is as confident as ever.

In our bedroom, Skye pulls us over to the chair in the corner. “Princess, I want you to kneel right here.” He places a pillow on the ground and points to it.

“Yes, Daddy.”

I watch as he drops into position. My cock immediately hardens at the picture he paints. I can’t imagine getting my cock sucked is part of the punishment. That doesn’t seem too bad. Besides, Daddy is the creative type.

When he sits down and pats his lap, I attempt to sit on him. He shakes his head.

“Over my lap, brat. You need a spanking.”

There’s a sort of record scratch moment in my head as I take in his words. He can’t be serious right now. All that spanking talk before was supposed to be teasing. I didn’t think he’d really do it.

Ok, well, maybe I did. I just thought it would be a while before he did. Maybe after we were more established as a couple. Or a throuple. Whatever the hell it’s called.

“I’m very serious, Monty. You can always tell me no. You’re ultimately in charge because of your submission to me; however, I do believe you’ll find this experience better than your imagination is creating. Lots of people claim it to be euphoric.”

“How many people have you been spanking, Daddy?” I sass.

He grins and tilts his head. “Some jealousy… that’s a pleasant bonus to all of this.”

“You didn’t answer the question.”

“Yes, I understand it doesn’t. I don’t care to know about your past partners. You probably don’t want to discuss what all I did before we were all together. None of them matter anymore. It’s only you and our princess who take up space in my mind and who get to have my body.”

I lick my lips at the promise of his body. Things have been far too busy for me to get to explore him the way I want to. Plus, he’s always about giving us pleasure before taking any for himself. Iwant to ride that big cock of his, yet all I’ve gotten to do is wrap my lips around it a few times and watch on the rare occasion he fucks Danny.

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