I kiss behind her ear. “Such a good girl.” I breathe against her neck. “It feels so good to obey Daddy, doesn’t it?”
She sniffles and nods.
After a sharp pinch to her nipples, I shift my hands down to her inner thighs and stroke the tender skin, not touching her where she needs the most attention.
I whisper in her ear again, “Every time I put you in timeout, your panties will get wet, Little one. Sometimes, you’ll do things intentionally to earn a punishment because you like it when I reprimand and discipline you. It’s extremely submissive.”
She’s trembling all over. “That’s irrational. Why would I want you to boss me around? That makes me a pushover.”
“Nope. That makes you very strong. It takes a very confident individual to turn that level of trust over to another person. It also means that I have to earn that trust and never abuse it. It means you will learn what to expect from me. My job is to deliver it and never break that trust.” I hold her thighs wide, my fingers stroking the edges of her panties while I talk.
“Oh…”
I smile. I think she finally understands. “How wet are these panties, June?”
“Soaked, Daddy.”
I gently run the tips of my fingers along the elastic while her breathing becomes erratic and desperate. When I reach under the edges just a fraction, she tries to lift her hips and moans.
Removing my fingers, I order, “Sit, Little one. Daddy decides when and how to touch your pretty pussy.”
June whimpers. “Please, Daddy…”
I give a sudden tug to both sides of the cotton gusset, tightening the pressure against her clit.
She cries out. So fucking precious.
Shifting my fingers so I can hold her panties taut over her pussy with one hand, I use the other to flick her clit rapidly.
June screams, her entire body bucking against me as she comes harder than any previous orgasm.
And I’m not even touching my pretty Little girl’s pussy directly.
Eventually, I turn her in my arms so she’s sitting sideways across my lap. I hold her close and rock her as she catches her breath. “I think you understand the punishment side of age play now.”
“I don’t think that was much of a punishment,” she murmurs.
I chuckle. “Some Littles call it funishment.”
When she’s finally breathing normally, I lean her back. “How about I help you go potty and dress you?”
She nods, and she doesn’t complain when I assist her on the toilet and clean her up before putting fresh panties on her. She doesn’t say a word when I add one of the pastel bras, a cotton T-shirt, and leggings. It’s a relaxed enough outfit that I’m confident she can wear it to teach her classes.
She’s quiet and pensive as I lead her to the kitchen and give her a snack. Afterward, I settle her on my lap in the living room and smooth her hair back. “Talk to me, honey. Tell me what you’re thinking.”
I know a lot of her questions about age play have been assuaged by Simone’s visit, but something else is on her mind.
She turns to face me, straddles my thighs, and plays with the front of my shirt. “Your men are looking for Pete, aren’t they?”
Ah. I wondered when she would start fretting over this. “He wasn’t hard to find, Little one. He’s in the same house you ran from.”
She swallows. “What are you going to do?”
“I’m not sure yet, honey. Watch him for now.”
“Do you think he’s the one who broke into my apartment?”
“I do, Little one.” I don’t go into the specifics. I think it’s best if I let her ask questions. I won’t lie to her, but I also don’t see the need to offer information she hasn’t asked for. The less she knows, the less she’ll worry.
