Free Landslide by NJ Cole

like this. Maxwell caressed every inch of my body with the soft sponge. He wet my hair and shampooed it before he rinsed, conditioned, and rinsed again. “There you go, my beautiful girl. You’re all clean,” he said with a smile as he began removing his clothes. “Now, you will bathe Daddy.”
    He finished undressing and climbed into the tub opposite me as I took the loofah in my hands and started to scrub his body, purposely avoiding his cock. I couldn’t see it, so I had no idea if it was hard or not. There were no bubbles, but the jets made it difficult to see under the surface of the water. What I could see above the water, though, was even better than I’d remembered.
    “Little one, you seem to have missed a spot,” he said when I set down the loofah. I didn’t know what to say, so I bit my lip. “It needs to be cleaned, but now you will do it with your mouth.” I knew exactly what he was talking about, but was unsure of how to do it in the bath. Did he want me to stick my head under the water and suck his dick? I didn’t have to wonder for long because he lifted himself out of the tub with his arms and sat on the edge. He wasn’t hard, but he wasn’t exactly soft, either.
    Slowly, I took him in my mouth and felt him grow to his full potential. Moving my head back and forth tentatively, I waited for him to take control. Last night he’d been forceful, holding my head in place while he fucked my face, shooting his come down my throat. I was hoping he would do it again.
    He didn’t grab my hair this time; he just sat back and let me do the work. Every so often he would thrust his hips, and I’d get more of him in my mouth than I was expecting. When he came, I swallowed it all, earning a ‘good girl’ from Daddy. He held my head there for a full minute, just stroking my hair lovingly before pulling away from my mouth.
    He got the rest of the way out of the tub and dried himself off before doing the same with me. After wrapping me in a huge bath towel, I was lifted into his arms and carried out of the bathroom. He motioned to the outfit he’d picked out for that night—a small, white nightie—which was lying on the bed. Picking it up, I examined it carefully. The bodice had form fitting cups that would give me ample cleavage by pushing my breasts up and together, making them appear much larger than they were. It was attached to sheer white material that would barely cover my ass.
    While I dressed, Maxwell put on a pair of navy blue pajama pants that I hoped he’d be taking off again soon.
    “You look beautiful,” he complimented when I’d finished putting the nightie on.  “Now come here and kiss Daddy goodnight.”
    My feet sunk in the plush carpet as I walked over to him. Leaning down, he took my face in his hands and brought his lips to mine. The kiss was wonderful, and I melted into it. All too soon, though, he had pulled back. “Looks like this little girl has been very naughty.”
    I looked at him, my eyes wide. “I told you last night that I decide how we kiss, and when we kiss. Now get over here, like a good girl, and take your punishment.”
    I knew he wasn’t mad, and that I really hadn’t done anything wrong. He was looking for an excuse to spank me, and if I was being honest with myself, I was excited he was going to do it. I hadn’t been spanked since the Fourth of July and I’d missed it. This time he took me over his knee as I felt him lift my nightie to caress my ass.
    “Count,” he said as his palm struck my ass, sending a harsh slapping sound throughout the bedroom.
    “One, Daddy,” I moaned, savoring the tingle that emanated from where his hand had just connected to my bottom.
    “Such a pretty ass with my handprint on it,” he murmured, massaging it briefly then slapping it again. I counted out each one, and by the time I’d said twenty, I was trying my best not to squirm on his lap. It wasn’t squirming from pain, either. No…it was definitely from pleasure.