10 Things to Do With Your BabyGirl On A Saturday Night
Zorro Daddy
Copyright Zorro Daddy 2011
Published by Zorro Daddy at Smashwords
There are always:
Dreams to be Dreamt,
Fairy Tales to be Told,
“Happily Ever Afters”
to be Pursued,
Memories to be Made,
that Perfect Story
to be Written,
that Deepest Love Yet
to be Discovered,
and the Opportunity
- Awaiting to Feel It All.
The sexual tension swirled around both of them. It was evident in the flaming gaze she gave him. It was manifest in the impassioned words he spoke. They would never ignore it, for it was that tension which heightened the relationship and love they shared. They weren’t always able to act on the impulses which constantly redefined the bond between their hearts. But tonight was wide open. It was Saturday and the sexual tension was about to boil over …
10 Things To Do To Your BabyGirl
On A Saturday Night
His arms were folded as he leaned up against the bathroom door frame and a smile crossed his face as his eyes dug into her frame as she stood in front of the bathroom mirror, making her hair up for the night to come and the journeys ahead of them.
She wasn’t just any girl. She was the girl who added depth to every emotion inside him, made his purpose in life definitive, was the inspiration that obligated his mind to take in his next breath and allowed each exhale to speak with a greater sentiment than the previous. There weren’t enough words to fully encompass her meaning in his life.
She finished her primping and turned to him. She was beautiful, wearing a t-shirt just long enough to cover the diaper he had put her in. She was Breath-Taking. She was His Friend, His Girlfriend, His Lover, His BabyGirl, His Reason to be Strong, His Reason to be Weak, His Life.
“So what are we gonna do tonight, Daddy?” she asked innocently and sweetly as she stepped into the embrace of his arms.
“Everything we possibly can, BabyGirl,” he said, rubbing his hand on her back.
“Like what?” she asked with a dimpled smile and a playful twinkle in her eyes.
“Do you remember the list of ten?” he asked with a tone so rich that she suddenly knew everything she needed to know about the night ahead.
Her eyes lit up as she took in a tiny gasp of breath. He held her firmly, but tenderly against him. She placed the side of her head on his chest. Her skin, smooth as silk, had become warmed and by his touch he felt her body temperature beginning to rise. Her heart pounded suddenly and her breathing became heavy.
The list of ten was a list she made of emotions she wanted to feel through specific experiences she wanted to have. And she wanted to feel them all in succession, ending one emotion suddenly and being driven into the next one with reckless abandon. And her greatest curiosity, to the point of obsession, was wanting to know what state of mind she would be in when it was all done.
“Do you remember all ten of them?” he asked lovingly and calmly while rocking her back and forth gently, helping her to deal with the rush of sensations which had shot across her skin with an electricity so intense she twinged from her center straight out.
“Yes,” she whispered in a breathy tone as he took her hand and led her into the bedroom.
She followed him like a lost child. Her mind, a mixture of many thoughts at the moment, tossed itself back and forth between the fantasies that the list of ten had given her and thoughts of what it would feel like for real.
He sat her on the edge of the bed. Her eyes were showing that she was beginning to absorb the excitement of the fear she would feel, the submission she knew she would be under and the constant of a string of emotions she had designed to overwhelm her.
“Tell me what they are,” he said walking over to the closet.
She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath before beginning.
“Humiliation …… embarrassment ……discipline …… punishment ……,” she said slowly as she watched him packing her diaper bag.
“What else?” he asked gently.
“Pain ……,” she said with a labored whisper as she saw him pick up a paddle and place it in the diaper bag.
She drew her knees together as she shuddered from the visions in her head and the powerless feeling which had all ready come over her.
Her center began to tingle and she fidgeted, trying to avoid a build-up beginning too soon.
“Is someone getting turned on by all this?” he asked, lowering the timbre of his voice to tempt her juices to flow. “What else is on the list, BabyGirl?”
“Denial,” she said, watching him pick out extra batteries from the dresser drawer.