tossed and turned all last night, and you talked in your sleep too. I know you’re scared to talk to Eli and you don’t want to make any decisions yet about staying or leaving. So I’m going to ask you to trust me. I have a plan and I think you’re going to like it. I don’t want you to become overwhelmed, so let me talk to Eli today. I’ll explain everything to you after I speak with him, okay?”
She considered his proposal. She liked the sound of it, but she felt a tad guilty for pushing her first contact with Eli back. It was just a day though. Surely Daddy would let her call Eli tomorrow if she wished it. She exhaled in relief, and drew back to peer into Daddy’s handsome visage. He reached for the tissues on the nightstand and brought one to her face. A smile formed on her lips as he dabbed her tears away and even instructed her to blow her nose.
“I’m so used to corresponding with Eli through letters that the thought of hearing his voice scares me. And what if he insists I leave, no matter what I want?”
The warmth of his lips on her forehead stilled the last of her racing thoughts. “I promise you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Eli has a good head on his shoulders, and I’m sure he’ll listen to you. Please don’t worry, Hanna.”
Another tear ran down her cheek, and he wiped it away and kissed her forehead again. She rested her head on his chest at his urging. She could cuddle with Daddy all day, every day. He hadn’t shaved in a two or three days, and she purposely lifted her head to feel the scratchiness of his stubble on her cheek. Slowly, she reached up to trace his features, spending the most time on the lower half of his face.
He chuckled. “What?”
“I… I…” She flushed, and tried to think of a way to tell him about her tiny obsession with his facial hair. “Each time I was preparing to sneak off and visit you, I’d lay awake in bed wondering if you’d be freshly shaven, or… or like this .”
His gaze flickered over her, and his eyes darkened with lust. It had taken Hanna a while to understand all of Daddy’s looks, but she now knew desire when it stared her in the face. Her heart beat faster.
“Which do you prefer?” he asked.
“This.” She brushed her fingertips along his rugged jawline. “Definitely this.”
She swallowed hard and licked her lips when his face inclined to hers. Pressing his mouth to hers, he claimed her gently at first, tasting her as he held her head between his hands. She responded by meeting his tongue, thrust for thrust, but still allowed him to control the pace of the kiss. When he broke away, she was breathless and yearning for more. The stinging of her bottom coalesced with the aching of her pussy, and everything below her waist throbbed and called out for attention. Of course, her stomach chose that inopportune time to growl, loud enough to get Daddy’s attention.
“Let’s get you dressed and then I’ll make you some breakfast.” He helped her to stand and grabbed her hand, leading her to her bedroom. She tried to move past him to select her own clothing out of the closet, but he stilled her by placing a hand on each shoulder. “What are you trying to do?” he asked.
“Get dressed.”
“No. I’m going to dress you. Now go take off your shirt off while I pick something out.” He turned to the closet and slid the door aside.
She opened her mouth to argue, but shut it immediately. Her sore bottom was a powerful incentive to obey, so she pulled her shirt off and tossed it in the hamper. She stood awkwardly with her arms wrapped around her center. She’d lost her panties and pajama bottoms during the spanking, and she didn’t have a stitch of clothing on at the moment. The sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, heightening her vulnerability.
Daddy produced a pink knee-length dress he’d insisted she get the day they went shopping. It had short puffy sleeves and the skirt of the dress flared out,
She considered his proposal. She liked the sound of it, but she felt a tad guilty for pushing her first contact with Eli back. It was just a day though. Surely Daddy would let her call Eli tomorrow if she wished it. She exhaled in relief, and drew back to peer into Daddy’s handsome visage. He reached for the tissues on the nightstand and brought one to her face. A smile formed on her lips as he dabbed her tears away and even instructed her to blow her nose.
“I’m so used to corresponding with Eli through letters that the thought of hearing his voice scares me. And what if he insists I leave, no matter what I want?”
The warmth of his lips on her forehead stilled the last of her racing thoughts. “I promise you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Eli has a good head on his shoulders, and I’m sure he’ll listen to you. Please don’t worry, Hanna.”
Another tear ran down her cheek, and he wiped it away and kissed her forehead again. She rested her head on his chest at his urging. She could cuddle with Daddy all day, every day. He hadn’t shaved in a two or three days, and she purposely lifted her head to feel the scratchiness of his stubble on her cheek. Slowly, she reached up to trace his features, spending the most time on the lower half of his face.
He chuckled. “What?”
“I… I…” She flushed, and tried to think of a way to tell him about her tiny obsession with his facial hair. “Each time I was preparing to sneak off and visit you, I’d lay awake in bed wondering if you’d be freshly shaven, or… or like this .”
His gaze flickered over her, and his eyes darkened with lust. It had taken Hanna a while to understand all of Daddy’s looks, but she now knew desire when it stared her in the face. Her heart beat faster.
“Which do you prefer?” he asked.
“This.” She brushed her fingertips along his rugged jawline. “Definitely this.”
She swallowed hard and licked her lips when his face inclined to hers. Pressing his mouth to hers, he claimed her gently at first, tasting her as he held her head between his hands. She responded by meeting his tongue, thrust for thrust, but still allowed him to control the pace of the kiss. When he broke away, she was breathless and yearning for more. The stinging of her bottom coalesced with the aching of her pussy, and everything below her waist throbbed and called out for attention. Of course, her stomach chose that inopportune time to growl, loud enough to get Daddy’s attention.
“Let’s get you dressed and then I’ll make you some breakfast.” He helped her to stand and grabbed her hand, leading her to her bedroom. She tried to move past him to select her own clothing out of the closet, but he stilled her by placing a hand on each shoulder. “What are you trying to do?” he asked.
“Get dressed.”
“No. I’m going to dress you. Now go take off your shirt off while I pick something out.” He turned to the closet and slid the door aside.
She opened her mouth to argue, but shut it immediately. Her sore bottom was a powerful incentive to obey, so she pulled her shirt off and tossed it in the hamper. She stood awkwardly with her arms wrapped around her center. She’d lost her panties and pajama bottoms during the spanking, and she didn’t have a stitch of clothing on at the moment. The sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, heightening her vulnerability.
Daddy produced a pink knee-length dress he’d insisted she get the day they went shopping. It had short puffy sleeves and the skirt of the dress flared out,
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