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I squeezed Daddy?s dick between my breasts. Daddy?s dick was hard and warm and my breasts embraced him lovingly. It felt so wonderful to have the World?s Best Cock nestled between the caress of my tits. My cunt began to drool at the sensation. I moaned and... ?Goofy.? Daddy?s bass voice shook me out of my dream. I blinked up at him and saw that he was hugging a steaming cup of coffee to his chest. Still a little disoriented, I looked at his semi-erect dick, which was at eye level and not between my breasts as I had had been convinced it was. Daddy chuckled at my confused expression. ?What dream was it this time?? he said, handing the coffee to me. I sat up and grasped the cup with both hands. ?Your magnificent dick was resting here, I said, moving the coffee cup to the space between my tits. I took a slow pull of coffee and moaned with pleasure. ?Thank you, Daddy,? I said, ?for the coffee and for letting your slut sleep in.? I skootched over to make room for Daddy in the bed, but he just shook his head slowly and produced a piece of paper I hadn?t seen in his left hand. ?I have work to do and so do you,? he said, and handed me the paper. Without my glasses, the paper looked like it was covered in black ink. I took the paper and brought it up to my face. ?Thank you, Daddy,? I said, reflexively, but weakly as I noticed how many chores were listed. I looked longingly at Daddy?s cock and then up at his face. ?Enjoy your coffee and then get to work. If you work efficiently, you should be able to finish by dinner, Goof Girl. Do you have any questions,?? I looked over my list of chores. ?No, Daddy. I understand. Thank you,? I said a little more sincerely. He leaned over the bed and kissed my forehead. In truth I was worried that I would be able to complete everything in the time allotted. If only I could suck Daddy?s dick instead of doing the work Daddy had set for me. My mouth watered at the thought and I took another slug of coffee to Escort Küçükköy wash it down. I set the coffee down on the bedpost and drew the covers back. Daddy had gone into the other room to put on some clean clothes. ?Finish your coffee, Babygirl,? he called. I knew I needed to get started, but I also needed to follow Daddy?s directive to finish all of my coffee. I relaxed back in the bed and sipped my coffee until it was gone. I looked at the paper and started to make some calculations. Daddy wanted all the bathrooms cleaned, the linens changed and the refrigerator cleaned out. In addition, he wanted the windows cleaned downstairs and the kitchen floor scrubbed. Since I had to do all my chores in the nude, I didn?t know how I was going to clean the outsides of the windows or take the trash around to the side of the house. In fact now would be the best time to do any outside work since everyone had left for work or to drop the kids at school. ?But the trash won?t be ready until I clean out the fridge and collect the household trash,? I mumbled to myself. By that time I knew Mrs. Johnson would be back from taking Marcus to school. I sighed and got out of bed. I opened the side table and took out my cloth collar and fastened it around my neck. I love my collar because it is a tangible reminder that I belong to my Daddy. I am his white owned slave and he is my Black Master Daddy. I feel electric when Daddy fastens it around my neck or when he commands me to sleep with it on. It is understood that I must wear it when I do my chores to keep my spirits up and remain grateful for the opportunity to serve my Master, Daddy and Owner. I set aside my worries about the chores later in the day and stripped the bed. Three hours later, Daddy emerged from his office and asked me to bring him the list and his tea. He sat on the couch and I handed him his tea and the list from which I had crossed off perhaps a third of the tasks. I knelt before Mecidiyeköy escort him and felt the sweat behind my knees and in the small of my back. Daddy sipped his tea silently. I looked into his eyes, but I couldn?t read them. Finally, he spoke. ?Go get your notebook, Babygirl.? I stood up and went upstairs to retrieve my ?lines? notebook from the bookshelf in the bedroom. My face flushed red and my heart began beating. If Daddy made me write lines I would never get the tasks done in time. I was behind schedule as it was. What had I done wrong? I wondered. I flipped through the pages and found past assignments written two hundred, three hundred, even five hundred times. The most recent entry read, ?I will be more thorough when given a task and not mess up my Daddy?s plans.? Other lines were recorded there, too, ?I will not be a pig and eat myself into a stupor?, ?I understand that Daddy knows what?s best for this slut? and a very early entry ?I am my Daddy?s slut.? As much as I dreaded writing lines for Daddy, I inevitably got wet and craved hard fucking when Daddy accepted my offering to him. I knelt again in front of Daddy and awaited his instructions. Daddy leaned forward and cupped my soaking pussy. ?Oh, Baby. Why are you so wet? Is it from performing the tasks you were told to do or from the punishment you know is coming to you?? I sighed as he pushed two fingers deep inside. I spread my knees to give Daddy better access to the pussy he owns. ?Both, I think, Daddy,? I said, as he removed his fingers and wiped them on my tits. ?Yes, Slut. You are correct. You get wet from serving your Daddy, but sometimes get even wetter when you know Daddy is going to punish you.? Daddy pressed his fingers past my lips and I gratefully sucked them clean. Tasting my own tang and sweetness and my tongue generated a new blossoming in my swelling cunt. ?Open up to a fresh page, Slave,? he ordered. I obeyed. I looked up at him expectantly. Merter escort bayan ?You will write, ?Tasks require completion, not analysis.? Understood?? ?Yes, Sir,? I said, but I didn?t understand. Daddy looked at my paper to prompt me to write. ?Oh, you mean now, Dadd-?? I asked, but before I could get all of ?Daddy? out, my Master grabbed my wrist and tugged me up. In one easy motion he pulled me over his knees and began spanking my bare ass. My notebook and pen fell to the floor as the strokes came fast and hard. There was no warm up and my eyes stung with tears after a few minutes. My ass glowed red as the cries burned my throat. My heart was racing. As soon as he had started, Daddy stopped the assault and my ass pulsed in pain. ?Kneel, Slave,? Daddy said and I resumed my posture on the floor with my head hanging. Daddy gently pressed the lines notebook and pen into my hand. I opened the notebook to a clean page and started writing: Tasks require completion, not analysis, Tasks require completion, not analysis, Tasks require completion, not analysis, Tasks require completion, not analysis, Tasks require completion, not analysis, Tasks require completion, not analysis. My hand was shaking , but I let my hand flow over the page. Daddy watched me intently and with his eyes on me, I felt my arousal expand from my heart to my cunt to my clit to my nipples. Daddy had never watched me before, but I felt the warmth of his gaze on me as my hand drifted across and down the page with precision and speed. When I reached the end of the page, Daddy said, ?Show me.? I lifted the page so he could read it. ?Well done, Slave. Please continue and remember that Daddy will not tolerate scribble scrabble and chicken scratch.? ?Yes, Sir,? I said and focused on writing the lines on the next page. Again, I felt Daddy?s watchful eye on me and my clit tingled at the sensation. I heard Daddy remove his hardening cock from his shorts and I watched him stroke the length of it. I would see that Daddy?s majestic cock was leaking pre-cum. I felt a cloud of anxiety fall on me. My job was to clean Daddy?s cock when it got wet with pre-cum, but Daddy had just spanked me for analyzing my tasks too much.