Further pleasant tails
Since his darling pet had come into his life daddy was sleeping much better, he found that just her presence relaxed him but in addition to that she was also so physically demanding; always entirely willing to offer up whichever orifice he desired to him, or to present her utterly delectable bottom for punishment. After a long day at work, she would always enthuse him to pay her some attention and thus expend what little energy he had remaining on her, and so his sleep was now so much easier to find and always full of delightful dreams of the promises her desirable little body offered him.
When he awoke that morning, he could already hear her fidgeting in the large dog bed that was on the floor next to his own large four-poster. His bed was high enough that there was room beneath it for a cage which was more often than not where she slept, if though she had been a very good girl and deserved a treat, she was occasionally allowed to share his bed. Last night however he had not wanted to lock her away so had allowed her to sleep in the soft fluffiness of the dog bed, even so it seemed she had woken early. He assumed this was because she was so excited since she knew that today she would be getting a special treat... For a few moments he lay still, just listening to her movements and little whimpers, she must have been aware that he had woken and evidently wanted to hear the order that would allow her to start their morning ritual, perhaps it was a little cruel to make her wait but her efforts to control her obvious desire amused him. He delighted in imagining how damp she must already be between her tight little thighs and could not repress an appreciative sigh, he could feel himself growing at the thought and thus in a voice that was barely raised above a whisper said:
"Up you come pretty puppy."
The subtle sounds of her impatient fidgeting instantly became a riotous explosion of movement and a joyful yip but it was with u*********s grace that she leapt onto his bed and began to wriggle beneath his duvet. For the briefest moment he was treated to the sight of her pale nakedness and his proud organ twitched at this vision as he lay back into the pillows and knitted his fingers together behind his head. He could already feel the thrilling caress of her hot little tongue on his thigh, she would be desperate to be caressing his organ not his thigh thus, but she would not, he knew she would do a thorough job of tongue bathing him properly before returning to it to suckle him. He also knew that her strong but elegant fingers would be busy at her cunnie, and glistening with girl drool, she would not though cum however excited she became. This ritual was for his pleasure and not hers; though both of them knew she enjoyed it just as much as he did. Her tongue had now progressed as high as his belly; it tickled a little and he smiled in response to it, but he was also pleased by the intriguing mounds hidden by the duvet and the enticing way they wriggled. He opened his legs a little wider so that she would be comfortable when she finally got to swallow him.
She finished her reverent lapping of his skin and wriggled back down the bed to ensconce herself in the V of his legs. He could feel her hot breath on his hardness; she must have her face only millimeters from it and he knew she would be greedily licking her lips, there were three light taps on his left thigh but he waited a few moments reveling in the gust of her panting on him before he finally said in the same whisper as before:
"Yes, you may pretty puppy, but take it slow."
As soon as the first syllable was uttered, he felt her eager lips envelop him and the velvet warmth of her throat contracting round him, her devotion to him and his grateful organ was absolute, and he was well aware of how lucky he was for her to have given herself to him so completely...
There can be no more pleasant start to a day than having one's puppy service you in this manner, he didn't even have to do anything just lie back and relax as his dear little Clover did all she could to please him. She was very obedient however and turned something which could have been over in a few scant minutes into a languorous delight that lasted for a full half hour, when he finally arrived with a long, drawn-out satisfied sigh, she sucked him determinedly eager to get every last drop from him. Her fingers had been busy all the while and the sheet beneath her cunnie was sodden with her drippings, but she had not cum herself for she understood she did not have permission to do so now. She did not though feel the least annoyance at this; for she belonged to daddy and as such her cummies belonged to him and only him too. She held him in her mouth while he wilted, teasing with her tongue and did not release him until she felt him pat her head through the duvet. At this she wriggled up beside him as his arm wrapped about her and pulled her to him, she rested her head on the broadness of his chest and circled her fingertips slowly through the curling hairs there. Once his breathing had slowed and synced with hers, he kissed her lovingly on the top of her head before clearing his throat and saying:
"Thank you, pretty little bitch, that was just as wonderful as ever you do that for me, it is quite the best way I could ever hope for to start my day. I'm very lucky and so grateful that you have given yourself to me. Do you remember that I said we would be giving you a treat today?"
She was still tangling and circling her fingers through the hairs on her chest as she nodded reverently and gave a subtle but excited little yip, before lightly patting him three times. He was smiling as he said:
"Alright darling girl you may speak."
As ever there was a slight pause before her replying, as though she were almost uncomfortable using human vocalisaton instead of the puppyish soundings that were generally now hers.
"Thank you, daddy, but there is really no need for any treat, i consider just being with you a treat in and of itself. That you allow me to be your little puppy is all the treat i need..."
As she said this the subtle little movement of her fingers over his chest halted, as though she were concentrating on choosing her words. When all had been spoken though her stroking of his chest recommenced, such was her delight in touching just so much as the skin of her daddy. He lay still considering her words and how pleased he was by her devotion to him, while the hand that rested on her soft thigh started to gently stroke. Before speaking again, he considered his words too, he wanted her to know how pleased he was with her and just what she meant to him.
"Clover, my pretty little bitch I want you to know how proud I am that you are mine, but I also want the world to know. I want to show you off, to exhibit you in all your desirable glory, to groom and beautify you before taking you to the park and displaying you... You can run around on the grass and play while I observe just how jealous all the people who see you are, jealous that you are so utterly mine and how obedient you are to me. I will be with you all the time and I will ensure that nothing untoward occurs, but I will understand if this is too much to ask of you. What do you say sweet puppy mine, can daddy exhibit you and make the world jealous...?"
He could sense that his words have affected her as the beating of her mighty heart quickened a little, she was silent for long moments though her fingers still caressed his chest. He was almost sure what her answer would be, so convinced of her devotion was he, and while he knew if he simply ordered it she would obey he very much wanted to hear her acquiescence from her own lips.
When she did respond her voice was sure and certain, without timidity she replied: "i so want my daddy to be proud of me and i will willingly and happily do anything i can to make him so. Thank you, sweet daddy, for allowing me the opportunity to make you proud of me."
All the while she had been talking his hand had not ceased to stroke the glorious warm smoothness of her thigh. "You're such a good little puppy darling girl, I'm going to enjoy today so much... We'll stay in bed just snuggling for a while, then we'll get your breakfast before we groom you and then later reveal you to the world." With just a tap to her hip he ordered to roll over and then he did so too so that they were spooning. One arm wrapped about her pulling her closer, the other snaked under her so that he could possessively lay his hand over her cunnie. As he nuzzled her neck, his increasingly stiff organ found a pleasant home in the crevice between her buttocks. They rested in silence like this for a perhaps ten minutes by which time their breathing and heartbeats had synced, so it seemed that they were almost one entity.
She had tried so hard to control her heart, when daddy had told her what he wanted to do it had been racing with trepidation yes, but mostly because she was able to see how proud he was of her, proud that she was his. She didn’t say aloud but she knew that she would enjoy the day too, for now though she delighted in his closeness, his hardness resting in the crevice between her buttocks, his arms wrapped about her and his palm covering her cunnie reminding her just how much she was his. By the time he felt ready for them to start their day his palm was damp with her juices, he raised it to her face and without having to be told she dutifully licked it clean before he whispered for her to go and wait for him in the kitchen.
She slipped from the bed immediately and scampered to obey, his eyes greedily watched the delightful sway of her bottom as she moved. He lay there alone for a few moments his organ painfully hard, he pumped it slowly a couple of times before he got up and dressed to follow her downstairs, caressing himself so that he could provide her proper breakfast. As he had expected her to be she was kneeling naked on the floor beside his chair at the table, her arms crossed behind her back which forced her beautiful little breasts forward. He knew she hoped that they were larger, but to him they were just the perfect size, elegant and so very much a part of the beautiful body that she had given to him.
He bustled about collecting one handed, cereal, milk and her dog bowl, all the while he was still caressing himself through his trews with his dominant hand. He put the bowl on the table and emptied just enough of the sweet cereal – he knew she should really eat something healthier and more nutritious, but he knew she liked this so indulged her - to cover its bottom. He released himself and pumped determinedly for a few moments till he was now ready to garnish it for her, and with a drawn-out sigh he spent his essence into the bowl covering the cereal with his cum. He added a splash of cold milk to it before putting it on the floor before her, he returned the milk to the fridge and the cereal packet to the cupboard before moving behind her to catch her lustrous soft hair in a ponytail secured by a hair band. When he was sure that she wouldn’t make a mess, he told her to: “Eat up puppy” before he prepared himself a cup of coffee and sat down to watch her as she ate. He found the sight of her on her knees like this very arousing, evidently, she savored her meal though he wasn’t sure whether this might be because of the sugar or his own special ingredient that he had added just for her. With her on the floor in this pose it allowed him a very pleasing view of her bottom and he smiled to see her licking the bowl to ensure that she had consumed every last morsel.
When she had finished her breakfast, she knelt up, licking her lips with evident relish. With her arms still folded behind her, her muscles were aching, but she would stay in the pose till daddy allowed her to relax. He had noted that she was finished but nonetheless enjoyed the spectacle of her thus, her breasts thrust forward, chin lowered to her torso and his eyes roved over the expanse of her nudity for a moment or two before he spoke: “You may relax and get up puppy, then go upstairs so we can bathe you.” She was smiling when she got up and just as beautiful and desirable as ever she had been as she all but skipped to obey his instruction. He finished his coffee, for he did not have her levels of vibrant, youthful energy and needed something of a lift to start his day even though just the sight of her did enthuse and stiffen him.
With a slight popping of his knees, he stood and followed her upstairs to the bathroom, she was standing to attention beside the bath, again her chin on her torso her wrists crossed behind her just above her delightful bottom. Every time he saw her thus his organ twitched with desire and arousal, but it was not the time to act upon this, she needed to be groomed so that he could display her properly and this would take some time. He ran the taps till there was about a foot of pleasingly warm water at the bottom of the tub and added a little bubble bath to make some suds. Before ordering her into the water he carefully trimmed and shaved her floss to tidy the little D she wore it in in his honour. Then for the next twenty or so minutes, he bathed and cleaned her lithe little body and hair, all the while she had been instructed to sit on her hands so she would not be tempted to stroke herself. With daddy’s hands so intimately caressing her she was shivering with excitement by the time he was done and had her cunnie not been under the water it would have been dripping… “Out you get puppy, we’ll dry you off then massage you before we go but we’re nearly done” he was smiling his lop-sided grin as he said so and distracted by thoughts of what the day would bring…
She rose in one lithe movement, the still soapy water running down her in rivulets, she shook herself a little, first her hips, her torso and arms and finally her head, the water that sprayed from her hair splashed him and he cursed softly at which she couldn’t quite suppress her charming giggle. He turned to look at her, by now she was standing correctly; chin on her torso her wrists crossed demurely just above her bottom. Though his voice was stern as he said so his eyes sparkled with pleasure and desire for her: “You shouldn’t laugh at daddy, we’ll have to punish you now…” She nodded without protest before hanging her head again.
He picked an impressively sized soft fluffy towel of a very pale green and shaking it out, he moved behind her to concentrate on gently drying her lustrous hair, he then secured it in two bunches, one either side of her head. Almost as though they were floppy dog ears, these wiggled amusingly as he moved lower to chafe and rub her smooth little body dry, they were both breathing hard by the time he was finished. He leaned in close, his breath hot on her ear as he whispered: “Go back to the bedroom and wait for daddy.” As soon as she was unwrapped from the towel she skipped to do so, his eyes followed the delightful play of her buttocks as she did. Bustling about the bathroom he collected a dry towel - the twin of the one he had used on her – and a small glass bottle of massage oil, before following her he adjusted himself within his clothes, his arousal having made just walking less than comfortable.
When he reached their bedroom, she was already positioned as she expected her to be; kneeling at the foot of the bed her legs wide and her torso flat upon it with her hands clasped behind her head forcing the pony tails higher. Seeing her thus his constrained organ twitched again in delight, how he wanted to possess her bottom, but she had not positioned herself so willingly as she had for that. She had arranged herself thus to be punished and punished she would be. He was rubbing his hands to warm them as he spoke: ”Will you need a gag or can you keep yourself quiet? You may speak to answer.”
“No daddy, I’ll be quiet I promise, but a gag formed of your underwear would keep me silent and I would find it…” here she bit her lower lip gently and paused a moment “… comforting.” Her voice quiet and tremulous as she replied. He was already undressing and again as tempted to take her exquisite bottom but concentrating on the task at hand rolled the boxer briefs he had just removed into a tight wad. He moved beside her and said sternly: “Open” to which she immediately lifted her head and opened her mouth so that he could insert the gag.
He spent the next ten minutes spanking her bottom till both his hands were sore, it was a pleasing cherry red and almost glowed with warmth. Before allowing her to get up he took some moments to catch his breath after the exertion and reverently secured the collar about her graceful neck.
“Stand up puppy”, when she did so he could see that tears ran down her cheeks, but that her cunnie was glistening and the proof of her excitement was dripping down her legs. He couldn’t help but be impressed since he hadn’t heard a peep from her all the while she was being chastised. He placed a possessive palm over it and fondled her a moment, which caused her to groan with pleasure, the first sound she’d uttered. Before spreading the towel on the bed and gesturing for her to lie down on it, she did so elegantly and with an economy of movement even though all the while her hands remained clasped behind her head.
There was a slight rasping as he rubbed his hands to warm them, before taking up the little bottle of oil and pouring a little well of it into his palm. Kneeling beside the bed and her prone delectable form upon it, he rubbed and oiled all across her back. Concentrating on working the muscles of her legs and lavishing many moments smoothing the oil onto her tortured buttocks. By the time he was done the whole of her gleamed and the bottom which had just looked hot was now shiny and reddened like some exotic fruit… He was sure that he heard a throaty purring from her even through the gag as he groomed her for presentation and couldn’t help but smile. She had kept her hands clasped behind her head all the while, but when he commanded her to open her buttocks, she used them to pull them apart, knowing what was coming next.
He wiped his hands on a corner of the towel to remove the last of the oil from them before moving to remove something from the top drawer of his dresser. When he returned to her side, he was carrying her tail with its bulbous plug, he had already teased her rear hole with his fingers coated in the warm oil so it should be relatively easy to put in, even though its bulb was large, and she often found it a challenge to insert. When he pushed it in to her, he took it slowly and was as gentle as he could manage to be, but her discomfort as he did was evidenced by her wriggling. When her sphincter muscles finally relented to the intrusion and the bulb slid home, he smiled in satisfaction before gently stroking both her buttocks and coating his palms with the oil from them.
“We’re almost done pretty puppy, just a little more preparation and grooming before we take you to the park for some exercise. I want you at your most desirable before we let the world see how much you are mine. Get up for me but clasp your hands behind your head again.”
As always, he was impressed by her grace and the thought that she had obviously put into making her movements alluring and pleasing to him. Though her hands were still clasped tightly behind her head, still gagged with her chin down she stood perfectly straight and as tall as she was able to, her delectable little breasts thrust forward. It was these that would be the focus of the next few minutes. She was surprised that her punishment wasn’t yet complete, and when the first slap landed on her left breast her eyes widened and she squeaked into the gag. It was understood that punishment equated to her bottom for it was daddy’s favourite part of her and the focus of much of his attention, it was very rare that he punished her breasts, but she loved it when he did… Her tail wagged with every blow and soon her chest was as red as her bottom, and she felt a warmth radiating outwards from her cunnie filling her lithe little body.
He wanted to convince himself the reason he stopped her beating was that the reddening of her breasts had now reached the hue that he desired, but it was just as much that his arms were now aching from the effort and his breathing was laboured. He took a few moments to recover the now half empty bottle of oil, but before opening it he reached up to her beautiful face and dried the tears from her cheeks with his thumb. Her eyes were shockingly wide and fixed firmly on his and he reassured her of his love for her with a warm smile before he poured some oil into his hand and proceeded to massage and oil her front. When he was done all her skin glistened with oil and her bottom and breasts were a hot enticing red. Never had she looked more adorable… Again, his hardness twitched with desire, and he wanted to possess her, but he had promised himself he would not do so again until he had made a display of her and shown the world just how desirable she was.
Now she was ready.
He would attach a long leash to her collar but aside from light sandals so that her feet would not be hurt or dirtied, when they left the house, she would be as she was now: Naked, reddened and glistening with oil. Every eye would be hungrily drawn to her, everyone who saw her, man and woman alike would imagine using her for their own pleasure. But she was his; his bottom, his puppy, his little Clover.
“You may remove the gag now pretty puppy and go and admire yourself in the mirror before we leave. You look utterly beautiful, everyone who sees you today will want you, when you feel their hungry eyes upon you, I want you to know what they see.” This was not something he permitted her very often. Truth be told he was a little afraid that if she saw just how desirable she was, she would become obsessed by herself and lose interest in him… Today though she deserved to know just how wonderful she looked and how eminently ravishable everyone would find her.
She was hesitant in moving towards the full-length mirror that stood beside his wardrobe, generally she avoided it where she could, always averting her eyes from it when she passed it. It was almost as though she were a little afraid of it since daddy had made it clear it was not there for her benefit, as she moved to it her chin still rested on her torso and her eyes were lowered, her hands were still clasped behind her head and nor had she removed the gag. She stood so for several heartbeats before raising her head to admire herself.
Oh…
Oh my… Oh but she was so desirable.
Her skin glowed and shone and her breasts were gorgeously red. Now that she looked at their reflection it occurred to her that they still stung from the attention of daddy’s generous hands and her cunnie spasmed at the realisation. Gazing over her shoulder she turned slowly so that the majesty of her delectable bottom - perhaps a shade or two redder yet than her breasts – it fascinated her, and she stared long at it. Now though she thought she understood why it was daddy’s preferred part of her, it was utterly lovely, and she ached to have it filled. She stared at it intently for several minutes, until her cunnie began to dampen and she removed the gag and, in a voice, barely above a whisper said, “I’m ready now daddy, we can go out.” She turned back to face the mirror and her wide eyes followed his reflection as he moved up behind her without preamble, he placed her sandals on the floor beside her and clipped a leash to her collar. She stepped delicately into them and smiled in delight at his image behind her, with a single subtle tug to the leash they set off.
When the temperature was comfortable, she often went outside naked. Daddy did not mind if she caressed herself unsupervised, he knew she would not cum without his permission and trusted her implicitly. Sometimes if the weather was fine it was pleasing to do so with the sun shining down upon her whilst lying on the grass of his garden, when she did so the high hedges that surrounded it that ensured it was only daddy who could admire her while she did. Today though would be different, she had never felt so exposed before, never had so many others witnessed her in what she now considered her correct and most apt state. Daddy would be with her though and thus she knew nothing bad could happen and she so wanted to make him proud of her.
Following behind him on the end of a leash was not something she got to experience often but she reveled in it he was so obviously in charge when he did so. They were downstairs now, in the kitchen just inside the backdoor he opened it and she felt a thrill run through her, just two steps and they were outside! There was a slight breeze, but the sun was warm and the resultant temperature she found comfortable, and she couldn’t help but smile, they were still though in the garden and hidden from casual observation. Once they were through the gate though…
When he awoke that morning, he could already hear her fidgeting in the large dog bed that was on the floor next to his own large four-poster. His bed was high enough that there was room beneath it for a cage which was more often than not where she slept, if though she had been a very good girl and deserved a treat, she was occasionally allowed to share his bed. Last night however he had not wanted to lock her away so had allowed her to sleep in the soft fluffiness of the dog bed, even so it seemed she had woken early. He assumed this was because she was so excited since she knew that today she would be getting a special treat... For a few moments he lay still, just listening to her movements and little whimpers, she must have been aware that he had woken and evidently wanted to hear the order that would allow her to start their morning ritual, perhaps it was a little cruel to make her wait but her efforts to control her obvious desire amused him. He delighted in imagining how damp she must already be between her tight little thighs and could not repress an appreciative sigh, he could feel himself growing at the thought and thus in a voice that was barely raised above a whisper said:
"Up you come pretty puppy."
The subtle sounds of her impatient fidgeting instantly became a riotous explosion of movement and a joyful yip but it was with u*********s grace that she leapt onto his bed and began to wriggle beneath his duvet. For the briefest moment he was treated to the sight of her pale nakedness and his proud organ twitched at this vision as he lay back into the pillows and knitted his fingers together behind his head. He could already feel the thrilling caress of her hot little tongue on his thigh, she would be desperate to be caressing his organ not his thigh thus, but she would not, he knew she would do a thorough job of tongue bathing him properly before returning to it to suckle him. He also knew that her strong but elegant fingers would be busy at her cunnie, and glistening with girl drool, she would not though cum however excited she became. This ritual was for his pleasure and not hers; though both of them knew she enjoyed it just as much as he did. Her tongue had now progressed as high as his belly; it tickled a little and he smiled in response to it, but he was also pleased by the intriguing mounds hidden by the duvet and the enticing way they wriggled. He opened his legs a little wider so that she would be comfortable when she finally got to swallow him.
She finished her reverent lapping of his skin and wriggled back down the bed to ensconce herself in the V of his legs. He could feel her hot breath on his hardness; she must have her face only millimeters from it and he knew she would be greedily licking her lips, there were three light taps on his left thigh but he waited a few moments reveling in the gust of her panting on him before he finally said in the same whisper as before:
"Yes, you may pretty puppy, but take it slow."
As soon as the first syllable was uttered, he felt her eager lips envelop him and the velvet warmth of her throat contracting round him, her devotion to him and his grateful organ was absolute, and he was well aware of how lucky he was for her to have given herself to him so completely...
There can be no more pleasant start to a day than having one's puppy service you in this manner, he didn't even have to do anything just lie back and relax as his dear little Clover did all she could to please him. She was very obedient however and turned something which could have been over in a few scant minutes into a languorous delight that lasted for a full half hour, when he finally arrived with a long, drawn-out satisfied sigh, she sucked him determinedly eager to get every last drop from him. Her fingers had been busy all the while and the sheet beneath her cunnie was sodden with her drippings, but she had not cum herself for she understood she did not have permission to do so now. She did not though feel the least annoyance at this; for she belonged to daddy and as such her cummies belonged to him and only him too. She held him in her mouth while he wilted, teasing with her tongue and did not release him until she felt him pat her head through the duvet. At this she wriggled up beside him as his arm wrapped about her and pulled her to him, she rested her head on the broadness of his chest and circled her fingertips slowly through the curling hairs there. Once his breathing had slowed and synced with hers, he kissed her lovingly on the top of her head before clearing his throat and saying:
"Thank you, pretty little bitch, that was just as wonderful as ever you do that for me, it is quite the best way I could ever hope for to start my day. I'm very lucky and so grateful that you have given yourself to me. Do you remember that I said we would be giving you a treat today?"
She was still tangling and circling her fingers through the hairs on her chest as she nodded reverently and gave a subtle but excited little yip, before lightly patting him three times. He was smiling as he said:
"Alright darling girl you may speak."
As ever there was a slight pause before her replying, as though she were almost uncomfortable using human vocalisaton instead of the puppyish soundings that were generally now hers.
"Thank you, daddy, but there is really no need for any treat, i consider just being with you a treat in and of itself. That you allow me to be your little puppy is all the treat i need..."
As she said this the subtle little movement of her fingers over his chest halted, as though she were concentrating on choosing her words. When all had been spoken though her stroking of his chest recommenced, such was her delight in touching just so much as the skin of her daddy. He lay still considering her words and how pleased he was by her devotion to him, while the hand that rested on her soft thigh started to gently stroke. Before speaking again, he considered his words too, he wanted her to know how pleased he was with her and just what she meant to him.
"Clover, my pretty little bitch I want you to know how proud I am that you are mine, but I also want the world to know. I want to show you off, to exhibit you in all your desirable glory, to groom and beautify you before taking you to the park and displaying you... You can run around on the grass and play while I observe just how jealous all the people who see you are, jealous that you are so utterly mine and how obedient you are to me. I will be with you all the time and I will ensure that nothing untoward occurs, but I will understand if this is too much to ask of you. What do you say sweet puppy mine, can daddy exhibit you and make the world jealous...?"
He could sense that his words have affected her as the beating of her mighty heart quickened a little, she was silent for long moments though her fingers still caressed his chest. He was almost sure what her answer would be, so convinced of her devotion was he, and while he knew if he simply ordered it she would obey he very much wanted to hear her acquiescence from her own lips.
When she did respond her voice was sure and certain, without timidity she replied: "i so want my daddy to be proud of me and i will willingly and happily do anything i can to make him so. Thank you, sweet daddy, for allowing me the opportunity to make you proud of me."
All the while she had been talking his hand had not ceased to stroke the glorious warm smoothness of her thigh. "You're such a good little puppy darling girl, I'm going to enjoy today so much... We'll stay in bed just snuggling for a while, then we'll get your breakfast before we groom you and then later reveal you to the world." With just a tap to her hip he ordered to roll over and then he did so too so that they were spooning. One arm wrapped about her pulling her closer, the other snaked under her so that he could possessively lay his hand over her cunnie. As he nuzzled her neck, his increasingly stiff organ found a pleasant home in the crevice between her buttocks. They rested in silence like this for a perhaps ten minutes by which time their breathing and heartbeats had synced, so it seemed that they were almost one entity.
She had tried so hard to control her heart, when daddy had told her what he wanted to do it had been racing with trepidation yes, but mostly because she was able to see how proud he was of her, proud that she was his. She didn’t say aloud but she knew that she would enjoy the day too, for now though she delighted in his closeness, his hardness resting in the crevice between her buttocks, his arms wrapped about her and his palm covering her cunnie reminding her just how much she was his. By the time he felt ready for them to start their day his palm was damp with her juices, he raised it to her face and without having to be told she dutifully licked it clean before he whispered for her to go and wait for him in the kitchen.
She slipped from the bed immediately and scampered to obey, his eyes greedily watched the delightful sway of her bottom as she moved. He lay there alone for a few moments his organ painfully hard, he pumped it slowly a couple of times before he got up and dressed to follow her downstairs, caressing himself so that he could provide her proper breakfast. As he had expected her to be she was kneeling naked on the floor beside his chair at the table, her arms crossed behind her back which forced her beautiful little breasts forward. He knew she hoped that they were larger, but to him they were just the perfect size, elegant and so very much a part of the beautiful body that she had given to him.
He bustled about collecting one handed, cereal, milk and her dog bowl, all the while he was still caressing himself through his trews with his dominant hand. He put the bowl on the table and emptied just enough of the sweet cereal – he knew she should really eat something healthier and more nutritious, but he knew she liked this so indulged her - to cover its bottom. He released himself and pumped determinedly for a few moments till he was now ready to garnish it for her, and with a drawn-out sigh he spent his essence into the bowl covering the cereal with his cum. He added a splash of cold milk to it before putting it on the floor before her, he returned the milk to the fridge and the cereal packet to the cupboard before moving behind her to catch her lustrous soft hair in a ponytail secured by a hair band. When he was sure that she wouldn’t make a mess, he told her to: “Eat up puppy” before he prepared himself a cup of coffee and sat down to watch her as she ate. He found the sight of her on her knees like this very arousing, evidently, she savored her meal though he wasn’t sure whether this might be because of the sugar or his own special ingredient that he had added just for her. With her on the floor in this pose it allowed him a very pleasing view of her bottom and he smiled to see her licking the bowl to ensure that she had consumed every last morsel.
When she had finished her breakfast, she knelt up, licking her lips with evident relish. With her arms still folded behind her, her muscles were aching, but she would stay in the pose till daddy allowed her to relax. He had noted that she was finished but nonetheless enjoyed the spectacle of her thus, her breasts thrust forward, chin lowered to her torso and his eyes roved over the expanse of her nudity for a moment or two before he spoke: “You may relax and get up puppy, then go upstairs so we can bathe you.” She was smiling when she got up and just as beautiful and desirable as ever she had been as she all but skipped to obey his instruction. He finished his coffee, for he did not have her levels of vibrant, youthful energy and needed something of a lift to start his day even though just the sight of her did enthuse and stiffen him.
With a slight popping of his knees, he stood and followed her upstairs to the bathroom, she was standing to attention beside the bath, again her chin on her torso her wrists crossed behind her just above her delightful bottom. Every time he saw her thus his organ twitched with desire and arousal, but it was not the time to act upon this, she needed to be groomed so that he could display her properly and this would take some time. He ran the taps till there was about a foot of pleasingly warm water at the bottom of the tub and added a little bubble bath to make some suds. Before ordering her into the water he carefully trimmed and shaved her floss to tidy the little D she wore it in in his honour. Then for the next twenty or so minutes, he bathed and cleaned her lithe little body and hair, all the while she had been instructed to sit on her hands so she would not be tempted to stroke herself. With daddy’s hands so intimately caressing her she was shivering with excitement by the time he was done and had her cunnie not been under the water it would have been dripping… “Out you get puppy, we’ll dry you off then massage you before we go but we’re nearly done” he was smiling his lop-sided grin as he said so and distracted by thoughts of what the day would bring…
She rose in one lithe movement, the still soapy water running down her in rivulets, she shook herself a little, first her hips, her torso and arms and finally her head, the water that sprayed from her hair splashed him and he cursed softly at which she couldn’t quite suppress her charming giggle. He turned to look at her, by now she was standing correctly; chin on her torso her wrists crossed demurely just above her bottom. Though his voice was stern as he said so his eyes sparkled with pleasure and desire for her: “You shouldn’t laugh at daddy, we’ll have to punish you now…” She nodded without protest before hanging her head again.
He picked an impressively sized soft fluffy towel of a very pale green and shaking it out, he moved behind her to concentrate on gently drying her lustrous hair, he then secured it in two bunches, one either side of her head. Almost as though they were floppy dog ears, these wiggled amusingly as he moved lower to chafe and rub her smooth little body dry, they were both breathing hard by the time he was finished. He leaned in close, his breath hot on her ear as he whispered: “Go back to the bedroom and wait for daddy.” As soon as she was unwrapped from the towel she skipped to do so, his eyes followed the delightful play of her buttocks as she did. Bustling about the bathroom he collected a dry towel - the twin of the one he had used on her – and a small glass bottle of massage oil, before following her he adjusted himself within his clothes, his arousal having made just walking less than comfortable.
When he reached their bedroom, she was already positioned as she expected her to be; kneeling at the foot of the bed her legs wide and her torso flat upon it with her hands clasped behind her head forcing the pony tails higher. Seeing her thus his constrained organ twitched again in delight, how he wanted to possess her bottom, but she had not positioned herself so willingly as she had for that. She had arranged herself thus to be punished and punished she would be. He was rubbing his hands to warm them as he spoke: ”Will you need a gag or can you keep yourself quiet? You may speak to answer.”
“No daddy, I’ll be quiet I promise, but a gag formed of your underwear would keep me silent and I would find it…” here she bit her lower lip gently and paused a moment “… comforting.” Her voice quiet and tremulous as she replied. He was already undressing and again as tempted to take her exquisite bottom but concentrating on the task at hand rolled the boxer briefs he had just removed into a tight wad. He moved beside her and said sternly: “Open” to which she immediately lifted her head and opened her mouth so that he could insert the gag.
He spent the next ten minutes spanking her bottom till both his hands were sore, it was a pleasing cherry red and almost glowed with warmth. Before allowing her to get up he took some moments to catch his breath after the exertion and reverently secured the collar about her graceful neck.
“Stand up puppy”, when she did so he could see that tears ran down her cheeks, but that her cunnie was glistening and the proof of her excitement was dripping down her legs. He couldn’t help but be impressed since he hadn’t heard a peep from her all the while she was being chastised. He placed a possessive palm over it and fondled her a moment, which caused her to groan with pleasure, the first sound she’d uttered. Before spreading the towel on the bed and gesturing for her to lie down on it, she did so elegantly and with an economy of movement even though all the while her hands remained clasped behind her head.
There was a slight rasping as he rubbed his hands to warm them, before taking up the little bottle of oil and pouring a little well of it into his palm. Kneeling beside the bed and her prone delectable form upon it, he rubbed and oiled all across her back. Concentrating on working the muscles of her legs and lavishing many moments smoothing the oil onto her tortured buttocks. By the time he was done the whole of her gleamed and the bottom which had just looked hot was now shiny and reddened like some exotic fruit… He was sure that he heard a throaty purring from her even through the gag as he groomed her for presentation and couldn’t help but smile. She had kept her hands clasped behind her head all the while, but when he commanded her to open her buttocks, she used them to pull them apart, knowing what was coming next.
He wiped his hands on a corner of the towel to remove the last of the oil from them before moving to remove something from the top drawer of his dresser. When he returned to her side, he was carrying her tail with its bulbous plug, he had already teased her rear hole with his fingers coated in the warm oil so it should be relatively easy to put in, even though its bulb was large, and she often found it a challenge to insert. When he pushed it in to her, he took it slowly and was as gentle as he could manage to be, but her discomfort as he did was evidenced by her wriggling. When her sphincter muscles finally relented to the intrusion and the bulb slid home, he smiled in satisfaction before gently stroking both her buttocks and coating his palms with the oil from them.
“We’re almost done pretty puppy, just a little more preparation and grooming before we take you to the park for some exercise. I want you at your most desirable before we let the world see how much you are mine. Get up for me but clasp your hands behind your head again.”
As always, he was impressed by her grace and the thought that she had obviously put into making her movements alluring and pleasing to him. Though her hands were still clasped tightly behind her head, still gagged with her chin down she stood perfectly straight and as tall as she was able to, her delectable little breasts thrust forward. It was these that would be the focus of the next few minutes. She was surprised that her punishment wasn’t yet complete, and when the first slap landed on her left breast her eyes widened and she squeaked into the gag. It was understood that punishment equated to her bottom for it was daddy’s favourite part of her and the focus of much of his attention, it was very rare that he punished her breasts, but she loved it when he did… Her tail wagged with every blow and soon her chest was as red as her bottom, and she felt a warmth radiating outwards from her cunnie filling her lithe little body.
He wanted to convince himself the reason he stopped her beating was that the reddening of her breasts had now reached the hue that he desired, but it was just as much that his arms were now aching from the effort and his breathing was laboured. He took a few moments to recover the now half empty bottle of oil, but before opening it he reached up to her beautiful face and dried the tears from her cheeks with his thumb. Her eyes were shockingly wide and fixed firmly on his and he reassured her of his love for her with a warm smile before he poured some oil into his hand and proceeded to massage and oil her front. When he was done all her skin glistened with oil and her bottom and breasts were a hot enticing red. Never had she looked more adorable… Again, his hardness twitched with desire, and he wanted to possess her, but he had promised himself he would not do so again until he had made a display of her and shown the world just how desirable she was.
Now she was ready.
He would attach a long leash to her collar but aside from light sandals so that her feet would not be hurt or dirtied, when they left the house, she would be as she was now: Naked, reddened and glistening with oil. Every eye would be hungrily drawn to her, everyone who saw her, man and woman alike would imagine using her for their own pleasure. But she was his; his bottom, his puppy, his little Clover.
“You may remove the gag now pretty puppy and go and admire yourself in the mirror before we leave. You look utterly beautiful, everyone who sees you today will want you, when you feel their hungry eyes upon you, I want you to know what they see.” This was not something he permitted her very often. Truth be told he was a little afraid that if she saw just how desirable she was, she would become obsessed by herself and lose interest in him… Today though she deserved to know just how wonderful she looked and how eminently ravishable everyone would find her.
She was hesitant in moving towards the full-length mirror that stood beside his wardrobe, generally she avoided it where she could, always averting her eyes from it when she passed it. It was almost as though she were a little afraid of it since daddy had made it clear it was not there for her benefit, as she moved to it her chin still rested on her torso and her eyes were lowered, her hands were still clasped behind her head and nor had she removed the gag. She stood so for several heartbeats before raising her head to admire herself.
Oh…
Oh my… Oh but she was so desirable.
Her skin glowed and shone and her breasts were gorgeously red. Now that she looked at their reflection it occurred to her that they still stung from the attention of daddy’s generous hands and her cunnie spasmed at the realisation. Gazing over her shoulder she turned slowly so that the majesty of her delectable bottom - perhaps a shade or two redder yet than her breasts – it fascinated her, and she stared long at it. Now though she thought she understood why it was daddy’s preferred part of her, it was utterly lovely, and she ached to have it filled. She stared at it intently for several minutes, until her cunnie began to dampen and she removed the gag and, in a voice, barely above a whisper said, “I’m ready now daddy, we can go out.” She turned back to face the mirror and her wide eyes followed his reflection as he moved up behind her without preamble, he placed her sandals on the floor beside her and clipped a leash to her collar. She stepped delicately into them and smiled in delight at his image behind her, with a single subtle tug to the leash they set off.
When the temperature was comfortable, she often went outside naked. Daddy did not mind if she caressed herself unsupervised, he knew she would not cum without his permission and trusted her implicitly. Sometimes if the weather was fine it was pleasing to do so with the sun shining down upon her whilst lying on the grass of his garden, when she did so the high hedges that surrounded it that ensured it was only daddy who could admire her while she did. Today though would be different, she had never felt so exposed before, never had so many others witnessed her in what she now considered her correct and most apt state. Daddy would be with her though and thus she knew nothing bad could happen and she so wanted to make him proud of her.
Following behind him on the end of a leash was not something she got to experience often but she reveled in it he was so obviously in charge when he did so. They were downstairs now, in the kitchen just inside the backdoor he opened it and she felt a thrill run through her, just two steps and they were outside! There was a slight breeze, but the sun was warm and the resultant temperature she found comfortable, and she couldn’t help but smile, they were still though in the garden and hidden from casual observation. Once they were through the gate though…
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