Page 47 of Her Dream Mafia Daddy

“Daddy. I need…I need…I don’t know what I need.” She whined and panted as his hand came between her legs.

“I know exactly what you need. And you will have to wait. Stand up,” he ordered gently. “Keep in mind, this is not a punishment. In the future if you are in trouble, anything that involves you in this position will end up with a sore bottom hole and no orgasms.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Her breathing was shallow, but she could feel the moisture as it dripped down her thighs.

“Ok, my naughty Little Panda, get into position.” He was seated on the bed, so she kneeled before him, placing her chest on the floor. She spread her knees just slightly and waited.

“Knees further apart. Arch your back. I want that bottom hole nicely presented to me.” She did as she was told and groaned as he got up to walk behind her. “Spread those cheeks.”

“But Daddy! It’s embarrassing. Please don’t make me.” She was near tears because she was so embarrassed and turned on at the same time.

“Are you saying your safe word? It’s ok if you need to.”

“No, Daddy. I’m not. It’s just embarrassing.” She whined and fluttered her feet across the plush rug.

“You have until the count of three to do as I say or this will turn into three punishment strokes.” She squeaked and immediately threw her hands back, drawing her ass cheeks apart, revealing the hole no one should ever look at. Wasn’t that supposed to be exit only, she thought. “There’s my good girl,” he cooed as he rubbed her bottom. She heard him go to the closet and tried her very best to track his steps, trying to figure out what was to come. Before she had time to figure anything out, he was back.

“Daddy, I’m scared,” she whispered, her voice thick with tears.

“It’s ok, Little Panda. Daddy is here and he won’t let anything happen to you.” He lightly tapped the cane against her taut bottom, giving her a second to adjust and prepare. “Ok, I am going to give you two. This is just to show you what it’s like. Stay in position and I will make them quick.”

“Yes, Sir.” She cried out as the cane landed squarely on her exposed bottom hole. She clenched and kicked her feet but managed to stay in position. The second stroke landed before she could even gather her thoughts about the first one and a sob broke out of her. He rubbed her bottom hole, helping with the sting a little bit. His nimble fingers found her clit and it didn’t take more than 10 seconds for her to scream out her orgasm.

“There is my good Little Panda. Daddy is so, so proud of you.” He helped her up and got her in bed, speaking soothing words of affirmation to her as he held her from behind.

“I don’t ever want that punishment, Daddy. That was awful,” she cried.

“Your brain may have hated it, but your body didn’t.” She wasn’t willing to admit anything, so she kept her mouth shut.

“You don’t know my life, Daddy.” His chest rumbled with laughter as he pulled her even closer.

“I may know just a bit. Now go to sleep so Santa can come.”

“I need to brush my teeth and go potty.” She yawned but did her nighttime routine before sliding under the sheets and drifting off, dreaming of snowmen, sleigh rides, and weddings.

The next morning, her eyes shot wide, and she was instantly awake and ready to open presents.

“Daddy! Wake up, wake up, wake up! You have to wake up. We have to see if Santa came.”

“Santa doesn’t come until Little girls have slept until at least 7 a.m.”

“Daddy. That is not the rule. Now come on. You has to wake up.” She giggled as he groaned and rolled over, taking her with him.

“Good morning, Little Panda. Do you think Santa came?”

“Uh-huh. I do, I do. But we better go check just to make sure.” She was up before he could even respond. She didn’t want him to give her any excuse to get back in bed. It was present time! She got dressed in her Christmas jammies from last night that she didn’t even sleep in and threw her Daddy his matching set. They were so fucking cute.

“Ok, ok. Wait here and let me make sure everything is ready and then you can come out,” Daddy said as he left the room. She was vibrating with excitement and couldn’t wait to get out there.

Once back, he tied a silk blindfold around her eyes and led her into the room with the giant Christmas tree. It was like something out of a magazine. It was decorated beautifully and had to be about 100 feet tall. Well, she wasn’t sure how tall it was, but it was tall and she loved it. Once she was where he wanted her to be, someone from behind her removed her blindfold. She opened one eye and then gasped, and her eyes were wide as saucers as she took in the sight before her.

There were hundreds, no, thousands, of candles flickering in the room. There were fairy lights hung everywhere. Flowers lined the room and made her breath hitch. It was beautiful. It was perfect. Her hands flew to her face as her Daddy knelt before him. In his matching jammies and everything and held out the most perfect diamond ring she had ever seen. It was pink, just like she wanted. He made it happen.

“Daphne Erin Stone. My Little Panda. You are my world and my heart. I don’t breathe well when you are not around. You are my gorgeous ray of sunshine and I want to spend the rest of my life making you the happiest Little girl in the world. I want to fill your life with magic and love. With family. With anything my being can provide. You are already mine and now I want to put this ring on your finger and change your last name. So what do you say? Make me the happiest man in the world and be my wife and equal and also my Little girl I get to cherish and spoil for the rest of my life. Will you marry me?”

“Yes!” She squealed and tackled him, kissing him all over his face. Looking into his eyes, she saw her future. And it was a good one. She kissed him deeply, knowing she was going to commit the rest of her life to loving and supporting this man who would burn the world down for her. Suddenly, the room around her erupted, and she realized they weren’t alone.

“Gosh, you too, get a room,” someone said. But it was someone she knew. Snapping her head up, she gasped and screamed.