Dinner with Daddy

It was a Friday on either a spring or summer afternoon. I have driven from home and arrived at the restaurant having followed his careful instructions. I am intentionally 10 minutes early so that I may have a moment to powder my nose and slow my breath. Something I have felt hastened more and more as the day passed. I was more than a little excited.

Three days ago I had received a parcel in the mail. It was a gift along with a note detailing instructions, hand written, for me to follow three days from then (today).

"My girl,

Be here at the below address 6pm no later. A valet will meet you and direct you to our table. Leave your keys with him. You are to wear an elegant cocktail dress of your choosing, keeping in mind that the gift you have received must be worn beneath and as always is for my eyes only. Be mindful of this as we will be attending an exhibition opening where eyes will be on you.

You will not be home before midnight so best you make allowances in your home to accommodate for the entire evening, for 24 hours so that I may have you or say good night as I please.

The restaurant

Royal on the Park Hotel

Corner Alice and Albert Streets

Brisbane QLD Australia 4000

This is a social evening and as always you will be politely social and respectful. You will be representing me and your elegance and refined decorum are as always expected.

Until then.....x "

I am guided by the concierge across the foyer floor who surprisingly continues to escort me right the way through the restaurant toward the bar. I see him instantly, who wouldn't! I never grow tired of watching him, even now as he stands at a lean and smiling as he watches my approach. He hands me a glass of wine which he has chosen perfectly to my taste as always. We chat and after we catch up from the week he guides me to our table drawing my chair out and guiding me to sit. I never cease to appreciate his chivalry. He has already ordered and within minutes our entree is served followed by a thankfully light meal.

He has touched me twice, once to greet me hello with a kiss and his hand holding firmly at my elbow to draw me in and secondly the small of my back as he guided me to the table. He does everything with perfect intent and, knowing me as he does, knows my body is already tingling with sensitivity to his touch.

After a lovely meal he marks the time and rises and gives me a slight nod, silently calling me to do the same. He takes me by the hand and we walk through the restaurant and back to the foyer (which for the first time I am able to take in for all of its elegance and grandeur). He guides me to a seat and tells me to sit and stay while he calls for the car.

Minutes later the same concierge hands me an envelope and smiles slightly inappropriately which causes me to furrow my brow a little and cast my eye down slightly and away from his, watching his heel as he turns and walks quickly away. That would not have happened if he were standing beside me.

I open the envelope to find a room key and another note instructing me not to the entry but to the life where I am to head to the room stated. His hand writing is unmistakable. I follow his instructions and just as I am about to open the door instead of knock (instructions are always clear) I take a moment to once again compose my excitement and calm my breath.

The room is lit with nothing but two down lights over the bed and a small nest of candles in the bathroom to my left. I go in, shut the door and remove my outer garments while keeping his gift and my heels in place. With a quick glance at the mirror to check my appearance I turn back to the door smiling as I turn the handle and exit.

I place myself on the floor at the foot of the bed facing away. There is no need for instruction now as I am well practiced how I am to present to him. Blindfolded sitting on my knees with my arse resting on my heels, legs parted and my hands resting lightly on my thighs. I wait what seems half an hour, my senses heightened to the faintest sound and the lightest touch. My legs feeling the strain and fatigue of my position. But I am his and nothing but his command shall move me or cause me to fall short of his will. Excited yet still. I continue to kneel and wait.

Silently his hand comes down upon my shoulder and with his touch I know the wait is over. He pulls me to my feel as though I weigh nothing at all. He quietly tells me to stand still and not move. Lightly moving his hand over my body at his leisure, my skin tightens and body quivers. He is taking his time. His touch glides down my arm, wraps around my wrist leaving there. I feel him draw breath to speak asking me the same four questions that have always marked the beginning of "play"

⁃ What is my safe word?

⁃ When will I use it?

⁃ In whom does my trust lie?

⁃ To whom do I belong?

I answer without falter or alteration as I have so many times before. Once again I observe my comfort in his structured diligence as he serves his reminder: I am his, I am safe, I am consciously willing.

“Good girl."

I can't help but smile upon hearing those words. I have pleased him and I feel my heart skip a beat hearing the pride in his voice.

Just as my thoughts return to him I am disoriented by his swift force as he places me down across his knees. His hand now landing firmly across my barely clothed arse as he delivers three quick stings. He hadn't forgotten. I take the reprimand that I had earned after yesterday's moodiness. My arse red and throbbing as I count out the full ten. His hand stopped and rested across my arse as he sought to calm his exerted breath. I should have felt the ache more from my punishment but it was dulled by the arousal that now gripped me. I had felt my panties dampening with each count is his hand across me and now I could hardly contain myself. This was going to be fun.....