She went straight home after work and sank onto her chair, which was a little plastic chair part of a playset. She had started a particularly good novel while on the bus, and she was immersed in it, to the point where she didn’t realize how much time had passed until she heard his voice behind her.
He walked over to her, invading her personal space, and towered over her. She looked up at him, tilting her head back and resting her hand on his leg. Sternly, he surveyed her work attire and said, “What’s this? You can’t wear big girl clothes yet, you know that.”
She hung her head. The book dropped to the floor. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“That’s all right. My little girl is allowed to make a mistake now and again,” he said. “I have a little treat for you. Say ‘ahh’.”
“Ahh,” she said obediently, opening her mouth.
He dropped a small candy into her mouth. The sweet flavor burst on her tongue. She swirled her tongue around, catching his fingers wetly.
She was rarely allowed to have sweets. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome, sweetie. Now, let’s get you out of these grown-up clothes.”
She held his hand and followed him to the bedroom, where she laid down on the bed when he pointed at it. He stripped her efficiently and arranged her so that her knees fell apart. He stroked her between her legs for a few moments, watching her face suffuse with color and her breathing quicken.
“Does that make you feel good, Barbie?”
“It feels good, Daddy,” Barbie said timidly. He smiled warmly at her; her girlish voice held just the perfect amount of confusion and shame.
“There’s nothing to be ashamed of how your body feels, baby,” he assured her, sliding a long finger into her. “My baby was perfectly made.”
He teased her continuously to the brink of orgasm, not letting her off the edge. Tears began to slip from her eyes and uncontrollable needy, mewling sounds started coming from her. Her eyes brimmed over and she stared up at him, desperately. Helplessly.
“Oh, oh,” she whispered. “Please help me, Daddy!”
“Shh, shh,” he soothed her, slipping four fingers into her, settling his thumb on her clit. He gave her a little consoling rub there. “Daddy’s right here. Don’t cry, baby, there’s nothing to be afraid of.”
She convulsed in a climax. He cleaned her with a warm wet cloth and helped her put on a pair of frilly cotton panties with Daddy’s Girl stitched onto it.
The sight of Barbie, all woman with her full breasts, lusciously spankable backside, wearing the girlish underwear, made him harden even more.
He had a variety of gags appropriate for her: extra big lollipops that stained her lips cherry red and bulged her cheeks, pacifiers that could be locked onto her, teething toys for her to sink her teeth into to stifle her cries. Perusing this selection, he decided to give her a special pacifier, which inflated in her mouth and couldn’t be removed unless it was deflated. He put her hands in a pair of soft fingerless mittens, pink with a ruffled lace edge that locked around her wrists, and that took care of that—she wouldn’t be removing her pacifier-gag by herself.
Matching pink sock “booties” were placed on her feet as well. The soles of the socks were lined with piercing tacks, he told her, so that would curb her walking. His darling girl wouldn’t be walking anywhere without his watchful supervision. He tied a small bib around her neck, to collect her drool and the cum he planned to deposit in her mouth later. The curves of her rounded breasts peeped out from its sides.
When he had finished dressing her to his satisfaction and for his pleasure, he took a moment to stare at her, lying there with her mittened hands on either side of her head and her knees drawn up. She was so darling and pretty, her skin blushing rose pink from her utter humiliation and gripped in a powerful and inevitable arousal. “There’s my little princess,” he said gruffly.
