The music raged around the small bedroom, the bass shaking the walls. Matthias sat with his back pressed against the wall, legs extended on the bed, his hands resting in his lap. Rosalyn pranced around the bedroom, dancing wildly to the music. Her four inch stiletto mock Mary Janes clicked on the hardwood of the floor. She wore thigh high black stockings, a dark, pleated school-girl skirt, and a jet black polo. Her ginger hair was pulled into tight, high pigtails for added effect. It was all apart of the game, her Daddy liked school girls, and she was more than happy to oblige.
She danced around the small bedroom, her hips swaying provocatively to the beat. He had ordered her to dance for him, and she delighted in performing every demand perfectly. Failure to do so resulted in punishment, which she also secretly delighted in, but tonight was about his pleasure, not hers. After a particularly low dip, Rosalyn twisted and swayed her hips slowly coming upward and saw his characteristic half smirk. She had to turn her head to avoid him seeing the satisfied smile that graced her lips. He cleared his throat, drawing her gaze to his.
His sky blue eyes were dark with desire, and he flicked his fingers, gesturing her to his side. She sauntered over to the bed, making sure to add an extra sexy swing to her hips. Climbing onto the big four poster they had just acquired to fit their little family, she crawled across the sheets just slowly enough to push his patience. So maybe she did want her Daddy a little testy tonight. So what, she was his little brat after all.
Finally reaching his side, she swung a leg over him to straddle his lap, just like he liked it. His hands immediately gripped her hips and pulled her flush against his chest. She placed her hands on his shoulders for support as he angled her forward so he could nibbled on her earlobes.
"That was very naughty, darling, making Daddy wait like that," he whispered into her ear.
"I'm sorry, Sir," she replied.
"I bet you are," he responded before turning his head and capturing her lips with his own. After too short of a time he pulled back and graced her with a sacchrine smile. "You do know, of course, that I am going to have to punish you for that?"
"Of course. Daddy punishes his little girl because he loves her so, right, Daddy?" She responded.
"That's right. And Daddy loves his little girl very much," he replied, looking her directly in the eyes so she knew how serious he was.
"I love you, too, Daddy," she replied before eagerly awaiting her punishment.
It was, after all, what good little girls did.
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