by Rose St. Andrews
Bruce headed for his front door, his shoulders slumped, and a slight tightness in his gut. It had been a long hard day at the clinic. He was feeling very down. On the one hand, he was a good doctor, but on the other hand, he had trouble getting patients. Ever since the changes to the medical insurance laws had pushed most people into an HMO, the old-fashioned type of doctor's office - like his - had suffered.
That was why he now drove a Ford and had to sell the BMW. At least he still had one simple joy in his life: his little baby. Just the thought of her put a spring in his step and got him standing up straight. He entered their modest home and looked at the playpen in the corner of the living room. Ah, yet another disappointment. It was empty.
Damn, that means she's working again.
He was right. The sound of computer keys being typed on was coming from the study. It brought him down, as it made him sad that she had to work. He headed for the study. The sight before him did make him smile. Little Shania, his petite darling, sat there in one of her cute little girl outfits: short skirt, bright green blouse, and a big green bow in her straight ebony hair. Yeah, she might be twenty-three, but she looked all of about twelve.
Shania sat at Daddy's desk. A slight creak of the floor made her turn her head. Daddy Bruce was standing in the doorway. He didn't look happy. She tingled at the sight of him, both from fear and excitement. He was such a magnificent figure of a man. Well over six feet, solid build, sparkling blue eyes, and almost white-blond hair.
"Hi, Daddy, how are you? Yeah, I know, I'm not playing. I'm sorry," she said.
He sighed and stepped over to kiss her on the forehead. "It's okay, baby. But what happened to Nanny Marsha?"
Marsha was the Domme that Bruce had hired to not only watch over Shania while he was at work, but also taken care of his office - schedule patients, file billing, organize the staff and so on.
"Daddy, I caught her stealing from petty cash and your jewelry case. She tried to browbeat me by being all 'I'm the dominant here, Missy.' Well, that's fine when it comes to playtime, but this was theft from my daddy, and I won't stand for that from anyone! I fired her and sent her packing."
"Ah, that's my little girl, always watching out for her daddy," he said and kissed her again. "But, Daddy is home now, and he is feeling stressed, which means...?"
"Daddy needs to de-stress. Yes, sir, I'll go wait for you," she said with a nod.
She plodded off to her playroom. It was a large room up on the second floor, a true place to play. Bruce had filled it with all kinds of toys, but also a nice easy chair in the corner, a large straight-back chair that sat right in front of the picture window that looked out over the backyard, and a high stool in the corner with a very hard seat. She took a seat there, her nose to the corner, and waited. Bruce always made a point of varying her wait time, so she never knew when he'd show up. These were the spankings she dreaded the most, because they weren't for anything she'd done. But as she loved her daddy, she was willing to bear them. Besides, come bedtime, she knew a de-stressed daddy was a hot daddy!
Sitting there, her butt muscles clenched when she heard his heavy feet on the stairs. The stool felt cold against her ass, covered only by her pink panties. Her skirt was very short; when she sat or bent over, it didn't cover anything! Entering the room, he moved to the chair and sat.
"Shania, come here," he said simply.
She climbed down and crossed to him. "Yes, sir."
She slid across his lap with ease, and then he just started spanking. That large strong hand of his swatted and smacked her poor bottom, wiggling and compressing her cheeks. She yelped and squealed, but didn't protest or beg for mercy. There wasn't any point. This wasn't like a punishment or even a maintenance spanking. This was just Daddy spanking to vent the frustrations of his day. It was a miserable spanking, made more so by the fact that he didn't say a word. While she hated disappointing him or breaking a rule, the one good thing about such a spanking was to hear his voice. Even a scolding tone made her feel better, as she loved the sound of him speaking. With this kind of spanking, he just did it in his usual stoic silence.
Over and over he spanked, Shania howling and kicking her legs. Before her on the wall was her old Felix the Cat clock, and she could tick off the minutes. When, after ten minutes he slid down her panties, she groaned. She knew what that meant - it was the midpoint of her spanking; so she had another ten before he was done with her. Now the swats landed on her bare bottom, and the tears began to drip from her cheeks. It wasn't that the spanking hurt all that much; it was that she felt bad for Daddy. Something was troubling him, and she knew it was gradually growing over time.
He was needing more and more de-stress spankings lately.
When at last he was done, it was back to the stool, panties down around her ankles, and she had to stay there until dinner was ready. She always squirmed and whimpered at being consigned to that horrible perch, but she knew from experience not to try to climb down too soon or lift herself up with her hands. Oh, that earned her a dose of Mr. Spanky the Paddle!
Later, sitting down to dinner, she on a soft pillow, they were finally able to talk. Bruce was stressed about work, which was par for the course these days.
He shook his head sadly. "I don't know what to do, baby. There just aren't many people around here that want a doctor like me. Sheesh, twenty years I've been practicing, and I'm washed up."
"Daddy, don't talk like that! It's the insurance companies."
"I know, I know, but what can I do about it? Baby, we have to face facts. I may have to close my office and... I don't know, take a job at some hospital or something. We may have to sell the place and move too."
Shania bit her fingernail, which is what she did whenever she was scared or worried. There had to be something she could do to help her daddy. She was still thinking that when Daddy sent her to bed - she had to go to her little girl room at nine o'clock. Slipping on her drop seat One Direction jammies, she said her prayers and crawled into bed to wait. It was almost as bad as waiting for a punishment. By this time, the heat of the spanking had thrust deep into her pussy, and she was hungry for Daddy! Every tick of the clock was like a finger jab to her crotch. When at last she heard him on the stairs, her breathing instantly sped up. She rolled over and looked toward the door. His silhouette was framed in the doorway. She shivered as he began to strip and she did the same.
"Time to cum with Daddy," he snickered.
She threw back the covers and welcomed him to her bed. He climbed on top, being careful not to put his full weight on her. They both loved this position, it pressed her stinging seat down, which heightened her excitement, and he could work his magic. His large hands caressed and played with her breasts and nipples. She stroked his chest. They kissed, long and deep, their tongues playing with each other, and she spread her legs. His cock easily found the wet target and slid slowly inside.
Shania groaned. "Ohhh, Daddyyyyy."
He grinned down at her. "Well, well, seems my baby has been waiting for her daddy." He thrust and drove into her, his cock tickling her clit and tapping her g-spot. Each impact brought her closer and closer to orgasm. She arched her back, her muscles heaving, and she squealed as he pounded her sore ass into the bed. The heat in back, the warmth up front, and the actions of his cock blended to push her over the edge. Shania screamed out a climax, and then Bruce shot his load into her.
Later, wrapped in each other's arms, they caught their breath and talked about their hopes for the future. They'd been dating now for a year. The last three months of it had been wonderful, as they'd embraced the whole daddy/daughter lifestyle. Yet Bruce was worried. Without a better income things would have to change and that saddened him. Here he was a doctor, and he couldn't support them.
"It'll be okay, Daddy, things will pick up, I know it," she said, trying to sound upbeat.
He sighed and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. "I hope so, baby. Anyway, come on, it's sleepy time."
She crawled across his lap. This was their bedtime ritual - a special spanking, as Bruce called it. She felt his hands on her, lightly caressing her butt and between her legs. Squirming on his lap, she spread her legs slightly. His fingers slid inside her just a bit, the tips of two fingers teasing her clit. Her thigh and ass muscles began to convulse. Then came the smacks. His left hand swatted her pert rump, adding to the lingering heat of her earlier spanking, even as his fingers added to the delight his cock had given her.
"Who's Daddy's naughty girl?"
"Oh ouch! I-I-I am, Daddy, I am. Ohhh, spank me, Daddy, teach me to... to be good," she wailed.
He did. His fingers thrust deeper and deeper inside her, and more and more fingers were added until almost his entire fist was grinding and twisting inside her. She moaned, her legs spread wide, and she also wailed and yelped, his left hand spanking harder and harder with each passing minute. Finally, she lost it; she came hard, screaming out her painful bliss. After that, her mind just slipped off into delight, it was as if she was floating on a cloud. To an extent, she was floating - Bruce hoisted her up, slipped her pajamas back on, and he put her to bed. Lying there on her back, grimacing and squirming on her sore bottom, she smiled. Her daddy had taken care of her.
He kissed her forehead. "Night, baby, sleep well."
"Thank you, Daddy, and you sleep good too. Try not to worry."
"I'll try, but that's all part of being a daddy."
He headed off to his bedroom. Shania waited a few minutes to be sure he was gone, and then sat up in bed. She truly winced, her poor bottom very sore. Climbing out of bed, she paced the room. There had to be some way to help Daddy. She snapped her fingers as an idea came to her. Tiptoeing down the stairs, she went to the study and sat at the computer - and promptly shot to her feet.
Yeah, way too sore to sit.
She bent over the computer which stretched her poor bottom a bit, but it was easier to take than sitting. Typing away, she sent a bunch of emails out to some friends and then went to bed. It remained to be seen if things would work out.
Come the morning, Shania put on a plain white t-shirt and her overall shorts.
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