It was a gift and a game—a pretty little slip of pink cotton in a pretty pink bag with tissue paper and bows.
She took out the little onesie and held it up with knitted brows. It wasn’t kid’s clothes, but it wasn’t something she would normally wear. It was a simple ribbed pink cotton romper with little snaps on the crotch. It fit into their weekend game of pretend daddy and little girl, so it immediately made her blush and squirm.
“Try it on!” He said, smiling and not acknowledging her confusion. She shrugged. She liked directions and rules. Directions meant she didn’t have to decide. Rules meant she knew what to do, and inevitably there would be praise or punishment, both of which she needed.
He liked how comfortable she was being naked around him, how she wiggled her butt and smiled at him over her shoulder. His little showoff. She stripped off her jeans and shirt right there in the middle of the living room, then, looking back at him, she pulled off her panties too and left them in a pile with her other clothes.
She picked up the pink onesie and turned it in her hand, unsure how to put it on. Eventually, she figured it out and slipped into it.
She turned to him, a crooked little smile and slight reddening of her cheeks. “I can’t get the snaps,” she said.
“Well, we can take care of that, but first, I think you forgot where clothes go and where they definitely don’t go,” he said, looking down at the small pile in front of her.
Her eyes bulged for a moment. “They don’t go on the floor,” she said, bending over to pick them up and giving him a view of her round butt, the snaps of her onesie hanging uselessly on her back.
“We’re going to have to talk about that,” he said, giving her butt one little swat. “Okay, Daddy,” she said with a little giggle.
She took her clothes over to the bedroom and put them away properly. She turned, and he was there.
“Up on the bed. Let’s get you snapped up,” he said, patting the mattress.
She bit her lip and grinned, “Okay, Daddy.”
He could see the embarrassment and giddiness all mixed up in her eyes. She ran past him, and when she got to his bed, she turned around and plopped onto it—laying on her back with her legs hanging off the side. Pussy perfectly framed by her thick thighs and the pink fabric with snaps dangling.
“Silly girl,” he said, putting his hand on her belly. He pulled at the two halves of the crotch of the onesie and pulled them until they were between her legs. She squirmed and pulled a pillow to cover her face.
“Daddy, it’s embarrassing!” She giggled.
He pulled the fabric until he could close one, then two of the snaps. His knuckles slipping across her skin, making her gasp a little. “Just one more snap, hold still,” he chided.
His fingers lingered, slipping under the fabric and rubbing a little. Her hips rose, her whines becoming desperate. The third snap was finally closed, and he patted her on her now clothed pussy. “All done, time for you to do the dishes,” he said.
“But Daddy!” She whined. He flipped her over and gave her butt two hard slaps.
“Unless you want to add not doing the dishes to your punishment for throwing the clothes on the floor,” he said. Her eyes met his, and she thought about it.
He knew she wouldn’t mind some more punishment, but she wanted to be a good girl. “Okay, Daddy,” she said and sat up. She kissed his cheek, and he moved a little and met her with his lips. She wrapped her arms around him, and kissed her deeply. Their tongues swirled together, tasting like maple syrup and coffee.
“Do you like your present, baby?” He asked, holding her tightly. She nodded enthusiastically.
“I love it, Daddy.”
“Good girl,” he said and slapped her ass once more.