Page 16 of Trained By Her Daddy

“Yes, I’m sure you did. But while you’re staying in your Daddy’s house, he’ll be the one to shave your pussy and the area around your tight little pucker. I want them both smooth as a baby’s bottom.”

My gulp immediately followed his subtle wink. “Silly me. I thought those were for my legs.”

“I’ve set a towel in the corner of the bathtub for your behind to sit on when I’m ready to shave you,” he maintained through a lopsided smile while turning on the faucet, “and I highly suggest undressing, so you don’t get your clothes wet.”

At first, my eyes were drawn to the rush of water spilling into the tub, and then my gaze slowly traveled to his. “Don’t you think we should talk about this?”

“There’s only one thing we need to discuss,” he said, adjusting the temperature handle. “Are you in charge, or am I?”

“You are,” I responded, lifting my arms so he could remove my top.

As he knelt on one knee, his head angled toward mine, and my eyelashes lowered as I corrected myself.

“You are, Daddy.”

“Wonderful. Now take the rest of your clothes off, and I’ll help you into the bathtub. After you’re all nice and clean, we’ll work on that shave.”

I thought it would be embarrassing for John to watch me remove my bra, but it didn’t hold a candle to his unwavering stare as I lowered and stepped out of my panties. His glittering eyes were glued to the soft blonde waves that covered my mound, and he apparently felt no need to hide his focus as he stretched out a hand to assist me into the tub. Finally, as my bottom cheeks touched the warm water, I watched him squirt something from a pink plastic bottle under the flowing faucet.

“When was the last time you were given a bubble bath, sugar?” he asked, tilting my head back slowly before pouring a cup of warm water through my hair.

“Never.” My admission came quickly as I held my breath for a moment, hoping there wouldn’t be any more questions about my miserable past. I’d read some people who enjoy this lifestyle have had perfectly normal childhoods, so what would be the purpose in him asking me for another sad story? Thankfully, he must’ve sensed my angst over the subject and brought the conversation back to the present as he massaged a clear fragrant shampoo into my scalp with sturdy fingertips.

“In this house your Daddy will lovingly bathe you every night,” he advised, rinsing the lather out of my blonde shoulder-length hair. “If you behave yourself, I will make sure you have a special treat before bed… but if you’re naughty, your bare backside will receive a good tannin’.”

“Fuck. Are there consequences for everything in this house?”

“You’re about to find out. Stand up, turn around, and hold onto the railing, little one.”

“Shit. I didn’t mean it,” I said, cupping my mouth. “It just slipped out.”

“You were warned about that type of language. Now, up you go.”

With his assistance, I pulled myself out of the water and held on tight to the ceramic bar, waiting for his large hand to land on my warm, wet ass. But when I heard something jingle, my curiosity got the best of me. And after I turned around, the noisy inhale that came from my throat was loud and dramatic.

“I always keep my promises,” he declared, pulling the brown leather from the loops of his pants.

Focusing on the hefty belt he began to double, not another sound emerged from my parched throat.

“It seems you need to be taught a firm lesson. You’ll count each time this leather lands on your bottom and then you will say, I’ll never swear in front of my Daddy again. Are those directions clear enough?”

“Yes, sir,” I mumbled, my face flushing hot with embarrassment.

“Now push those warm, pink cheeks out. I want you to offer them to me.”

While jutting my quivering ass outward, I looked up to the ceiling and waited anxiously for a sign from him that the punishment was to begin, so I could prepare myself mentally. But the only warning I received was the damn leather whistling in flight before it cracked across the seam of my backside.

“Oh, God! That hurt!”

“Yes, I’m sure it did, but you’re supposed to be counting along with a promise never to swear in front of your Daddy. If you like, I can start over…”

“Noo!” My body swiveled around as I shook my head and started to count. “One! I’ll never swear in front of my Daddy!”

“Excellent, we’re finally on the same page. Now, bend over and stick your bottom back out,” he directed in a stern tone before his supple belt snapped the tender flesh at the base of my buttocks.

“Aghh! Two!” I managed through clenched teeth.

He touched the leather to my inflamed skin. “I’m going to run out of patience, missy.”

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