Okay. So I knew I broke the rules, but Daddy had been away for a whole week and I was bored. Daddy has always had the same rules and I usually follow them to the letter. I just couldn't resist tonight.
He's home! Yay! Daddy is finally home! I hurried to the piece of carpet that had been placed in front of the door to our house. That was the rule. I had to be free from clothes and ready for whatever Daddy wanted me to do when he walked in the door. I usually cooked dinner before he got home, but I had instructions to leave dinner to the restaurant staff. We would be going to Nocturnal for the evening, so I soaked in a honeysuckle bubble bath for one hour, then turned on the hot shower and washed my body, and then used Daddy's favorite honeysuckle shampoo and conditioner for my hair. I stood on the carpet with freshly shaved legs and Daddy's little pussy shaved bare, wet hair hanging down my back and tickling the top of my ass. It was cold and my nipples were already hard. I get in trouble for that when Daddy is feeling particularly bossy. I'm not allowed to touch Daddy's boobies, pussy, or what he calls his "tight little ass" unless it's for sanitary reasons. I've been caught a few times and the punishments have gotten more severe each time.
Hearing Daddy's keys in the door always made me wet. He was taking his time and I was struggling to not run to the door and throw it open, but Daddy said I needed to learn patience. I'm not permitted to leave the carpet until I'm released. The door opened slowly and Daddy closed and locked the door. He walked past me and laid his briefcase and dirty turnout gear on the living room table behind me.
I hated this. When he came home and didn't even look at me. I never knew if he was in a bad mood or he was just testing me. I wasn't going to blow it this time. I was going to stand on that carpet until I was released, no matter how long it took.
Three minutes, thirty-three seconds. I know, because I counted. I was on the "one thousand" part when his arms slid around my waist from behind me. He kissed the side of my neck and I stayed strong. I didn't move and I didn't make a sound. It's against the rules to talk to Daddy when he gets home from work until he speaks to me. He moved his hand to my throat, grazing my nipple on the way. His hands are massive and he had no trouble closing his hand around my throat and applying just a bit of pressure, kissing and nibbling my neck and ear. I still didn't break. No sound and no movement was made. He leaned close to my ear and laughed, tightening his grip on my throat while he wrapped my hair around his other hand and yanked my head back towards his chest. Daddy is six feet, four inches tall to my five feet five (and a half) inches. He towers over me and was looking down into my face with a smirk. He released my throat and a moan escaped my lips. Fuck. He won.
Daddy let go of my hair and smacked my ass.
"Good job, Princess. Go upstairs and put on the clothes I brought home for you. Your hair should be up, your makeup light, and wear the three-inch heels."
While he was giving me my instructions for the evening, he slipped a gold chain around my neck and secured a tiny gold lock around it. A collar! Daddy married me and now he collared me! I whipped around to face him, throwing my arms around him and squeezing tight. Daddy squeezed me in an equally tight hug, kissed the end of my nose, and smacked my ass again.
"Get moving. We don't want to be late."
We were meeting his superiors. It was explained on the way to Nocturnal. I was permitted a drink, wine preferably. The menu choice was mine and I needed to keep in mind that while my behavior this evening would be my choice, the forthcoming consequences would not be.
"Okay, Daddy. I'll be a good girl."
Well, that was my intention, but that isn't what happened. Daddy said preferably wine, he didn't say I had to order wine. When the waitress came to take our order, I ordered a double shot of Patrón, straight up. Daddy's hand landed on my thigh with a squeeze. I knew that meant "don't" and I shot him a smile and went bottoms up on the glass.
His eyes flashed and he stared right into my eyes. I knew I was in trouble. His grip tightened on my thigh and he leaned in so close, I could feel his breath on my ear.
"Take off your panties and put them in my coat pocket."
I removed the napkin from my lap and again Daddy's grip on my thigh tightened.
"No, ma'am. You defied me in public. Do it here at the table."
This was a change. He had punished me in this manner before, but he always sent me to the bathroom to take them off. I was dripping wet and had to figure out how to get out of my panties in front of everyone and not get caught.
I took advantage of the food arriving to slip my panties down to my knees. An "accidental" dropped fork later and I had my panties in my hand. The waitress arrived with my clean fork as I slipped my hand into Daddy's coat pocket, completing my assigned task and bringing a look from him that clearly told me this wasn't over.
The rest of the dinner was uneventful. I listened while they talked, pretended to be interested, and fell bored with the conversation. I knew the rules dictated that I wasn't allowed to touch Daddy's dick until he either told me to or I asked first, but I was bored!
Captain Something-or-other was babbling something about points of origin while I slid my hand under the table and rested it on Daddy's thigh. He shot me a look and Chief What's-his-name did, too. I didn't think Daddy saw the look from Chief What's-his-name, but he did. I smiled at the Chief and brushed my fingers against Daddy's dick.
Dinner was finally over about fifteen minutes later, but the conversation between the Chief and Daddy just wouldn't end. The subject matter kept getting more graphic and I knew they were trying to control their raging hard-ons before someone called it a night and they all had to stand up. I giggled and waited for it to end. Finally, Captain Something-or-other pushed his chair away from the table and stood to leave. Daddy and the Chief rose from the table, shook hands, exchanged well wishes, and we left the restaurant.
He opened my door and then closed it behind me as he waved to Chief What's-his-name and Captain Something-or-other. I knew I was in big trouble when Daddy drove past the ice cream shop he had promised earlier we would stop at on the way home. He didn't say anything to me until he had the car safely parked in the garage. I reached for my seatbelt as he hit the button that brought the garage door to life and it slowly dropped behind us. I got my seatbelt off before he grabbed my wrist and snapped a handcuff firmly in place. I knew what that meant. Daddy wanted my ass and he was going to take it.
I was in for a long night and I readied myself for the punishment I knew was coming. I broke the big rule. That meant that Daddy had to spank me. Ten heavy-handed smacks were the standard sentence combined with whatever Daddy thought would teach me a lesson. Tonight, on top of the spanking, I would not be permitted to cum. I hated that. He knew me so well, I couldn't hide when the orgasm was building. He would stop whatever he was doing and back off until he was ready again. This would be a long night, but it's what I asked for.