Monday night was just such a fabulous date.
Cleo and I stayed at a chic hotel in Kensington; she had decided that she deserved Daddy’s punishment for a list of misdemeanours that included playing with herself, without Daddy’s explicit permission.
Now, I can be a fair Daddy, but on this occasion I decided to be firm.
Cleo accepted this, with an obvious excitement in her voice and after blindfolding her, I proceeded to tie her over a convenient chair, telling her how cross daddy was that she had behaved like a slut.
I had my little green bag with me, that contains a number of fiendish implements, but on this occasion I decided she needed to feel my hand on her beautiful, round bottom.
Thwack – “Thank you Daddy”, Thwack – “Thank you Daddy” and on it went.
After a few minutes I touched her pussy, she was wet, very wet.
I then applied the amazing wand and she came very hard, her bound body straining against the rope like a tied-up animal.
Spanking repeated, then fingers, again she came, screaming “Oh Daddy”
The intensity was sending me crazy, the red mist descended and I continued alternating punishment with pleasure, I was totally gripped by the scene.
I had to seek relief and moving round the chair , grabbed her hair and forced myself into her mouth, she sucked furiously and within a couple of minutes I was spent, it was overwhelming.
After untying her, I lay her on the bed, held her tightly and eased her back.
“Cleo, it’s me – you back?”
She didn’t reply at first, just looked at me, smiled and nodded.
“I’ve got a treat for you on Saturday, we’re going to a Polo match – can you come?”
“Oh yes, I’d love to – it’ll be like Pretty Woman”