I had been looking forward to coming home all day. I had an idea what would be waiting for me, and I knew my girl was so excited to see me. But still I went about my normal routine, hitting the gym, and then, just to draw things out a bit more, stopped to get gas first.

When I kissed your beautiful face goodbye this morning, you had such a mischievous grin. So I wasn't that surprised when I got a text 20 minutes later asking me to control your toy for the day. We had already planned on making it a special night, and the playtime throughout the day was going to ensure that when we finally saw each other, it would be indescribable.

So for the next eight hours it was one long sensual, lust-filled tease. Making sure your toy kept you wet and throbbing off and on all day, but never giving you enough play-time to let you actually cum. You earned more 'on' time by sending me pics during the day, or begging Daddy for just a few more seconds. When you sent me the long text describing exactly how you wanted me to tie you down and fuck you, well that definitely earned you plenty of extra time. And yet, I was always careful not to let you cum. Not yet.

Walking in from the garage, the house seems strangely quiet and so I call out, "Katelyn, my sweet girl, your Daddy is home!" And still only silence. Then I spotted the note. A tiny, bright yellow Post-It stuck by the door. In red marker you had written 'Come Find Me, Daddy' and added a little heart. I kick off my shoes, and when moving down the hall, I strip off my gym shirt, just dropping it as I go.

As I pass the guest bathroom, and then the office, I still see no hint of you. But just before I get to our bedroom, I feel your soft, small hands slide over my face and cover my eyes. The most lovely voice in the world says sweetly, "Guess who, Daddy?" And suddenly I feel your slender body pressed against my back. Some soft, silky lingerie or nightgown rubs against my bare, sweaty back.

Clutching your small hands in one of my own, I turn around and drag you with me into our bedroom, walking backwards slowly as I gaze down at you. Your beautiful face, so happy and smiling, makes me catch my breath. But the sexy, sheer teddy you're wearing, barely covering you at all, ignites my already lust filled mind and I can barely resist the urge to tear it off you.

"Tell me, my lovely little girl, did you behave and keep your hands off yourself today?" I ask somewhat seriously, as I let go of your hands and let them slowly slide down your sides, until each hand rests on one of your curvy hips. I had been teased off and on all day by your fun and filthy texts, and the bulge in my gym shorts made it evident that your sexy outfit and teasing had definitely had the desired effect on me.

"Well... I touched a little bit, Daddy, but I didn't cum, just like you said not to," you say, a devious smile on your face. As you talk I see you've got on a new little bit of adornment, a soft red leather choker that has Daddy's Girl emblazoned upon it. I had hidden that in my dresser, planning on surprising you with it later. But as usual, you had decided to help yourself. I make a mental note to add in some extra funishment for that little crime.

Grabbing you by the hips and easily lifting your slender body from the ground, I whisk you to the bed. I sit down and place you across my knees. The feel of your soft teddy against my legs is arousing, but the sight of your luscious, round ass peaking out from underneath is nearly maddening. "Didn't Daddy say NO touching at all, my little girl? You know you broke the rules."

Before I even finish my sentence I feel you tense up on my legs, and at the same instant my left hand comes down in a stinging smack on your ass cheek. Your squeal of delight and pain fills the air, but your soft giggle afterwards is what takes me by surprise. "That wasn't very hard, Daddy, I guess you're not that mad," you say in the little teasing tone I've come to understand means this won't be over anytime soon.

I deliver spank after spank, your ass turning bright red, finger prints evident in several spots, and my own hand is starting to smart. Your body had gone mostly limp somewhere around the ninth or tenth smack, but when I take a brief pause, that sweet teasing voice rings out, "Oh is my poor old Daddy tired?"

Standing up abruptly so you slide off my legs onto the floor, I loom over you, face calm and passive, but my eyes burning with anger. Grabbing you by the cute ponytail, I pull you up to your knees and hold your face against my crotch. "If Daddy's hand can't teach you to behave, then my cock will have to help you learn this lesson."

Without being told, your trembling hands reach up and slowly pull down my gym shorts and briefs, sliding them all the way down to my feet, and I step out of them. My cock is fully erect, and I can see your eyes transfixed on it. Your soft, sweet voice asks timidly, "Daddy, may I pleeeeeease have your cock in my mouth?"

To Be Continued