Playroom

Stan walked into the house to a silent mess. In the living room there was Dara’s workstation that was way more chaotic then usual, and the pillows on the couch were scattered as if they had been picked up and thrown about several times. He frowned at it all and went down the hall to the kitchen. There he found several items on the counter like his baby girl couldn’t make up her mind on what she wanted to eat, but she certainly knew what to drink. He clucked his tongue when he saw one empty bottle and one-half empty bottle of wine sitting on the counter. Shaking his head Stan headed, up the stairs making his way to their bedroom. there he found a hurricane of clothing scattered about the room, but still no sign of his baby girl. He knew this mood… he hadn’t seen it in a while, but he knew it and how to handle it. He just needed to find her first.

Then he heard it, a kind of thwacking sound coming from across the hall. He left the bedroom and found his baby girl in their playroom. She was standing in front of the spanking bench with a very full glass of wine in one hand and a flogger in the other. He stood there silently watching her for a time. She would take a sip of wine then circle the flogger bringing it down on the bench with minimal effort.

“And what has that bench done to deserve this beating?” His question was meant to be sarcastic enough to make her smile.

But when she turned to look at him, he stilled. Then pushed quickly away from the door to go to her. That look in her eyes. It was as if she had been shattered, he gently placed his palm on her cheek.

“What happened baby girl?” He asked, his thumb stroking lightly at the corner of her mouth.

Dara shrugged her shoulder slightly as she tried to look away.

“Baby girl.” Stan said with more of a command.

“It’s nothing Daddy.” Dara tried to pull away again casting her eyes down.

“By the state of the house and the look on your face it’s obviously something.” Stan said taking the glass and flogger from her hands.

“Why?” Dara asked turning away from him.

“Why what baby girl?” Stan asked in return.

“What do you see?” Was Dara’s reply.

Awe so that was what was going on. The same thing that always happened when she had sunk into her head, and her insecurities and anxiety had gotten the better of her. She had always been her own worst enemy.

“I see my precious baby girl whom I adore.” He said setting aside the flogger and wine before coming up behind her rubbing her arms.

“Why?” She asked again in a weak, barely audible voice.

Now he took her hair in a firm hold turning her to face him.

“We’ve been over this before baby girl.” He shook her just a little.

“I know Daddy.” She whispered on a gasping sob.

“You are beautiful and strong, and I love every inch of that beautiful strong woman. I just wish my baby girl could remember that.” He watched the tears begin to seep from the corner of her eyes.

Stan released her hair only to begin undressing her, stroking, and petting every beautiful inch of her, praising her with soft words and light kisses. When she was gloriously naked, he continued petting her. Then stroked his hands up to cup and knead her small breasts, leaning down to flick each of her pierced nipples in turn, smiling when she gave a broken whimper. He then knelt before her, petting her rounded middle and flared hips. When she started to try and move away in distress, he stood gripping her hips.

“This body is mine baby girl…” reaching up to grip her chin forcing her to look at him as he took her mouth in a deep kiss keeping her eyes locked with his.

Breaking the kiss, he placed his lips at her exposed throat biting down hard as his free hand stroked up and down her side sliding down her arching back to grip her ass.

“Every beautiful inch of it, and I will touch and worship it any way I choose.” Stan gave her another greedy kiss with a command to stay before he walked away.

Stan left her there with tears still seeping from the corners of her eyes, with all these emotions circling around inside her head. Dara did know that most of the things in her head were irrational and she shouldn’t be reacting like she was, but she couldn’t seem to stop it, and she didn’t know how.

When Stan returned to her, he bound her wrists in front of her with a length of silk rope. Lifting them over her head to secure them on the hook above her head. Stroking his hands down the full length of her body. On his way back up he gripped her ass leaning into to bite her collarbone grinding his covered cock against her freshly whetted pussy, the friction of his pants getting her to moan low in her throat. When he stepped back this time, he made sure that she could see all of him.

“Keep your eyes on me baby girl.” He commanded.

Dara slowly opened her big green eyes leaning the side of her face against her upper arm and watched him as he slowly removed his clothes. Stan carefully folded each piece, placing them carefully on the chair next to him. When he was fully naked he gripped his hard cock stroking it slowly as he watched her eyes dilate with need and desire.

“Look at the baby girl, you do this to my body. Every beautiful inch of you, and no one else.” He stroked his cock hard getting a drop of cum to seep from the tip as he thrust his hips against his hand.

Then he saw the doubt starting to return. Warring with the desire.

“You are beautiful baby girl.” He crooned as he walked back to her still stroking his hard thick cock.

“Your body, and mind.” He said nipping at her lips.

Sliding his free hand over her hip and down her thick thigh, hooking it under her knee he brought her leg up to his hip opening her now soaked pussy. Rubbing the head of his cock through her folds, and up to tease her sensitive clit. When she whimpered closing her eyes at the feelings Stan stopped.

“Open your eyes baby girl.” He commanded.

Dara opened her eyes gasping when she saw the intensity in her Daddy’s eyes.

“Good girl.” Stan said keeping his eyes locked with hers.

He slowly moved his cock down to her entrance slipping in just enough to hold it there while he reached for her other thigh bringing it up to lock her nice thick legs around his waist so he could grip her ass and thrust into her hard and deep.

“Oh yes baby girl.” Stan groaned against her throat.

“Daddy.” Dara sobbed as her body shuttered.

Stan felt his cock grow harder as her inner muscles squeezed him oh so tight, and he savored the feeling. Every quiver and pulse of her hot hungry pussy making him harder and harder.

“Look back at me baby girl.” He commanded.

“Good girl.” He groaned as here gorgeous green eyes found his again.

Stan talked to her softly, beautiful encouraging words, praising the body and mind that he loved so much. Building her up while worshipping her body and mind. Gripping her ass harder as he picked up his pace, and just before she came in his arms, he leaned in biting down on her throat just below her ear with enough pain to send her over the edge. As she screamed her orgasm her pussy clinching his cock painfully, he fucked her faster keeping his mouth at her throat as he found his own release. Breathing hard he pulled back forcing her to drop her legs as h slipped from her body. Reaching up Stan released her wrists, catching her as she fell into his arms.

“Easy now love, Daddy’s got you.” He kept his arms around her as she swayed.

“We’re not done yet.” Stan whispered in her ear.

Walking with her Stan moved them back to the spanking bench. Helping Dara to kneel on it laying the side of her face on the pad. Brushing her hair gently behind her ear. Stan began petting her as Dara came down from her high, watching her eyes as the haze of passion faded. But when he started to see reality and bad thoughts start to return, he moved his hand down between her thighs, playing with her wet folds that were still dripping his cum. Bringing her back to the edge of need. Thrusting two fingers deep into her hot messy core slowly moving them around to find and massage her G-spot and send her soaring over the edge again and again. When she had cum three times for him Stan pulled free moving his fingers to her mouth letting her suck them clean.

“Good girl baby.” Stan whispered stroking her cheek kissing her forehead softly.

“Don’t think baby girl, let go of it all.” He secured her wrists to the bench.

“I try Daddy.” She mumbled.

“Trust your Daddy.” He stroked his hand from her shoulder to her hip watching her shutter.

“I do Daddy.” She shivered at his light touch.

“He knows what you need.” He secured her legs to the bench.

“I trust Daddy more then myself.” She sighed, closing her eyes.

“Good girl.” Stan backed away.

He walked over to the table picking up the glass of wine, he sipped it slowly as he watched her breath through the thoughts and feeling coursing through her for a bit. It was always fascinating to him, watching as she processed things. It is like he could see the cogs spinning in her head. But now she needed that clutter gone. Setting the glass aside he went to get a leather paddle. Returning to her he stroked the cool leather over the heated skin of her back, circling it on each ass cheek before pulling it back.

Dara gasped when the leather made sharp contact with her bare flesh. It was painful and freeing at the same time. Closing her eyes, she gave into her Daddy’s treatment.

Stan kept it light for now, warming up her beautiful ass. He slowly worked her ass over one cheek then the other, over, and over, back, and forth. Making her squeak in surprise when he struck the top part of each thigh. Dropping the paddle to his side Stan stepped between Dara’s legs grinding his hips and cock against her heated tender ass. Stroking his free hand up her back he gripped her hair pulling her head back as far as the restraints would allow and he leaned in to bite her shoulder making her gasp.

Releasing her hair, he stepped backed to continue the paddling. Increasing the intensity, he worked her ass over again making it a darker hotter red. Forty more blows and she was whimpering with tears seeping from her closed eyes. Dropping the paddle, he gripped her hips slamming his thick hard cock into her pulsing pussy deep and hard making her scream when his hips hit her tender ass.

Stan groaned as his baby girl’s pussy clamped around his cock like a vise. So, fucking good, he slowly pulled back only to slam back into her tight hole. Over and over, he fucked her until he stilled gripping bruises into her hips before giving a jerk of his hips and he came hard spilling his thick creamy load deep inside her spasming pussy as she came again. Stan soothed her with a stroking hand on her back as he gently pulled free of her still gripping pussy.

“Such a beautifully good girl.” Stan crooned as he released the straps that held her to the bench.

Helping Dara to stand Stan stroked a finger down her cheek and kissed her forehead. Then holding her to his side he walked her to the bed in the corner. Sitting Dara on the edge of the bed Stan pushed her upper body back so she bounced slightly on the mattress, leaving her to get a wet washcloth from the bathroom and then kneel between her thighs. Parting her folds that still dripped his cum he smiled at the sight as he worked his thumb through the milky cream seeping from her core. Massaging her pussy gently Stan worked his baby girl up to a slow sweet release, and he watched the last of his cum seep out. Picking up the washcloth he rubbed the soft material over her quivering folds keeping her orgasm going while he cleaned the last of him from her hot flesh. With her pussy clean of his cum Stan dipped his head to lick, nip and kiss her folds feasting on her pulsing swollen pussy lips. Eating her like she was his last meal, making her cum over and over until she went still. Raising up Stan leaned over checking the pulse at her throat as her eyes fluttered.

“Hi, baby girl.” Stan smiled down at her brushing the hair off her forehead.

“Daddy.” Dara Questioned in a weak voice.

“It’s alright baby, you just passed out for a minute.” Stan kissed her lips.

Stan crawled onto the bed beside her taking her into his arms and held her close. Such an amazing woman, he loved his baby girl and the joy she brought to his life. He just wished she could remember how amazing she was. Petting her softly he kissed her should when she sighed snuggling into him farther. When he heard her stomach growl he chuckled quietly.

“Come on baby girl let’s go get something to eat.” He climbed off the bed.

Helping Dara up Stan hugged her close to his side and walked with her down, through the kitchen. He led her out the back door settling her into one of their Adirondack chairs, smiling as she winced a little as she settled into the chair. Stan stroked her hair lovingly before walking to the hot tub, turning it on to heat up he went into the kitchen to fix them something to eat.

Dara shifted in the chair feeling the sting of her ass. Settling back, she closed her eyes playing back the evening. She knew her Daddy was right. She was a strong beautiful woman, and he loved her beyond her imagining. This kind of mood hadn’t hit her like this in a long time and she loved that he knew how to handle her when it did. Tonight, had gotten her leveled off, and now all she wanted was to have something to eat then fall asleep in her Daddy’s arms.

Stan came back out with a tray of crackers meats and cheeses, and two glasses filled with the last of the wine. Setting the stuff on the table between the chairs Stan fixed Dara a cracker with meat and cheese feeding it to her when she opened her mouth for him. Then he walked over to check the temperature of the hot tub.

“Daddy.” Dara said watching him move around the yard.

“Yes, baby girl?” Stan asked as he returned to her, feeding her another cracker with meat and cheese.

“Can we just go to bed?” She asked softly as he helped her take a sip of wine and fed her another cracker.

“Of course, baby girl.” Stan said kissing her forehead after pulling her from the chair.

Stan tucked Dara under his arm and walked with her into the kitchen and up to their room. Pulling the covers back he shifted her in his arms to bend her upper body onto the bed.

“Stay.” He commanded.

“Daddy?” she started to push herself up.

“Stay.” He commanded again with his hand between her shoulder blades pushing her back down.

When Stan was sure she was going to stay he walked into their bathroom. He selected a cooling lotion and returned to her smiling when he saw the redness of her ass. Walking up to her hip he soothed a hand over her lower back before drizzling a good amount of the lotion into his hand and then began rubbing it gently into her heated skin easing the irritation caused by their session.

When he finished soothing her skin, he took the lotion back into the bathroom coming back with a glass of water. Helping her stand holding the glass in front of her.

“Drink it all baby girl.” He said watching her as she took the glass.

“Good girl.” He praised taking the now empty glass from her hand.

Stan set the glass on the side table helping her lay down, he crawled in behind her wrapping his arms around her. Kissing and nuzzling at her throat as he worked his fingers through her folds bring her to a soft sweet orgasm then holding her close as she drifted off to sleep.

Stan held her until he was sure she was asleep. Then he slowly got up and went to clean up the house. Moving through each room he cleaned up the hurricane she had made while at her low point, then into the playroom cleaning up from their session. Next, he made his way to the kitchen and out to turn off the hot tub and gather up the tray before going in and cleaning up the kitchen. When he was done, he made his way back up to their room, and settled once more with her in his arms fallowing her into sleep.