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"My favorite!"
"I know." Smug satisfaction threaded through him seeing her happiness. This was one of his favorite parts about being a Daddy; little moments like this when she beamed up at him like he'd hung the moon just because he'd remembered one small detail.
Another good part about being a Daddy was telling her that it was time to get ready for bed as soon as he was done with the dishes and watching her balk before submitting.
"It's too early!"
"Little girls don't get to decide their bedtimes." He arched a brow as she fumed. "And naughty little girls don't get their reward for being good all afternoon. Now go on upstairs and pick out your nightie from the wardrobe. I'll be up in a minute." She started to stomp her way up the stairs and he called out after her. "No stomping!"
An aggrieved sigh floated down the stairwell, but she stopped stomping, and Kawan chuckled under his breath. She was going to be an interesting 'teenager' tomorrow, he was sure of it.
Once he was done with the dishes, he followed her upstairs, took her into his bedroom and helped her out of the nightie she'd put on, before setting her atop his cock so she could ride him to her heart's content while he fingered her sore bottom. After two orgasms, she was practically falling over, so he flipped her onto her back and pounded between her thighs until she was crying out in ecstasy again and he followed suit.
They fell asleep not long afterward with her snuggled in his arms.
* * *
A handfirmly gripped her bicep as Daddy finally caught up with her.
"Young lady, you are in so much trouble," he growled in her ear.
Well shit.
Today she was being a teenager and Daddy had taken her to the county fair. So far it wasn’t going very well. It wasn't a hard role to slip into, but Melody wasn't sure she liked herself as a teen.
What had been fun and bratty when she was 'younger' now felt kind of mean. She also didn't like the way Daddy's stern look made her want to melt down. It made her feel even younger, but not in a good way. She felt almost resentful, because she was pretty sure that if they’d come here yesterday, she would have been having a blast. Instead, she kept looking around at the animals and the rides, but she didn’t really feel like she could indulge in them the way she wanted to.
Teenagers didn’t squeal and jump up and down like little girls just because they saw a fluffy bunny. They didn’t try to go running to the funnel cake truck. They definitely didn’t try to milk a goat. She was standing next to an actual teenager when the girl’s mom suggested she try. Going by the teenager’s reaction, Melody’s desire to try did not fit the age.
Which made her feel pouty and sulky. Although, at least that fit. She just wasn’t enjoying herself though.
She'd gotten distracted by the giant stuffed tiger while she was waiting for him to finish up in the bathroom. The ring-toss stall was only alittleways away from the restroom building, and she'd thought she could check out the game and get back before Daddy was done. For once, the line had been longer for the men's room than the women's, and… well, she’d just had to run over.
Rather than apologizing, she let out an aggrieved sigh, letting her resentment show through. She hadn’t wanted to wait; she’d wanted to go see the tiger. Not that she could show how much she liked the tiger. Right? She couldn’t remember ever buying a new stuffed animal when she was a teen. That just frustrated her even more. "I didn't go very far; obviously you could still see me."
If she could make herself stop, she would, but somehow the words just kept coming out. Even when he was doing something nice for her, she’d been nothing but snarky since they’d arrived, and it was making her miserable.
The hard look he gave her now made her shrink into herself, and she stared down at the ground, feeling tears prick her eyes.She didn’t like today at all.
"Melody, baby girl, what's wrong?" The unexpected warmth in Daddy's voice made her wince. She didn't deserve it.
She sniffled. "I don't like being a teenager," she said in a small voice. A voice that was nothing like how she'd sounded a minute ago.
"That's okay, sweetheart, you don't have to be a teenager." Daddy's arms wrapped around her, pulling her into his chest. Melody rested her head against the little nook of his shoulder, sighing as she burrowed in.
Even though he said it was okay, she felt like she'd failed at something.
"I'm supposed to be a teenager today, though."
A deep rumble went through Daddy's chest, right under her ear; he was chuckling. "Sweetheart, the point of this weekend was to find out what feels right foryou.If something doesn't feel right, you don't have to do it."
"You aren't disappointed?" Relief swept through her.
Daddy's fingers slid through hair, untangling the long strands with his fingers, soothing her. "Not at all. Although I was having fun thinking up good punishments for when we get home."
Crap. Her bottom tingled as if already preparing for a spanking. Melody's thighs pressed together. The surface of her bottom wasn't the only thing tingling.
I'm a dirty girl.
