After writing about My daddy fetish I was asked to describe a perfect daddy/ Little Girl scene. It would start with My relaying to the male in question he is to wear a suit complete with tie and jacket undershirt and tighty whities. Also he is to purchase Me a gift from a store of My choice < more than likely I would have something picked out already and all he would have to do is go and pick it up. > But he would need to have it gift wrapped for Me, for I love pressies.

He would arrive to find me dressed in My short skirt, a white button down top, white socks and mary janes. My hair in pig tails and ribbons matching the plaid of My skirt. I would beg him for a story crawling up in his lap with some bit of erotic fluff for him to read to his little girl while she sits so primly on his knee. Perhaps grinding a bit while daddy reads for Me. Then while still sitting on his knee I would ask him why he doesn’t come to see Me as much as a good daddy should or bring Me flowers etc. Now no matter his answer I am going to be upset, even if he responds that he did bring Me a gift something he knows I want. But that will not be good enough, the gift is supposed to be brought. The flowers were to be on his own a surprise for Me, for I love surprises.

I stand and tell him he is a bad daddy and must be punished. He begs for his little girl to understand, he has been busy and just cant get away like he should. That sends me into a fury, and I force him to his knees. I sit in the chair he has recently vacated and pull him over My knee, tugging his pants down as I am tugging his body across My lap. I spank hard open palmed across his bare ass, telling him he is a very

” Bad Daddy ! ! ! I am not happy ! ! ! ! ”

After some good hard swats against his ass… he returns to his knees before Me, kissing My shoes and begging forgiveness. I contemplate his teary eyes and tell him I will only forgive daddy if he lets me play dress up with him and then have a tea party… He of course agrees wanting to do anything to please his little girl. I have fun pulling out the corset/waist cincher or a bit of lingerie fluff for him to wear. I apply makeup to his face and of course stockings and the heels. I force him to walk for Me showing how well he can wear the heels. I ask him if he feels comfortable or even if he feels pretty. But no matter his answer I am enjoying the vision of him in such a get up. I have him sit at the table and pour the tea, knowing that he more then likely doesn’t know how to properly serve tea for each infraction I chalk up another spanking.

Once we are done with tea, I have him strip out of the womens clothing I had put him in. Contemplating him naked with a semi hard cock, makeup smeared across his face, gives me such a feeling of control and retribution. I take him over to the cross or spanking bench and tether him in, then I pull out My paddle. I have many different types of paddles but only one true wooden paddle that I think would work for this one, it is the one My own grandmother would use on us grandkids when we acted up. I feel that the memories attached to that paddle would fit nicely in with the scene in progress. From there I explain to him how he has let Me down as My daddy, how perhaps I need to go find a better daddy to take care of Me. The whole time I am going over this I am methodically spanking his ass, watching it getting redder and redder. Finally, when I have meted out My punishment, I tell him I know that daddy has dirty thoughts about his little girl and I can prove it. At that I reach between his legs and grab his rock hard cock.

” this shows Me how dirty a daddy you really are ! ! ! ”

I stroke and pull keeping him rock hard, I have him tell Me all his fantasies and how they involve his Little Girl. As he talks I am alternating between stroking his cock and then spanking it with My open hand. I have him divulge it all, the dark secrets that I know permeate every part of his brain.

When I have had my fill of all his desires, I tell him perhaps this is his lucky day because there is something he can do for his little girl. I untie him and force him to lie down on the floor. I stand over him just close enough that he can see up My skirt to My white cotton panties. I slowly remove the panties and rub the wet < by now > crotch all over his face, letting him suck the moistened areas until none of My flavor and juices are left.

I then move up and still straddling him I crouch down so close that the scent of My pussy fills his nostrils, at that point I smile and tell him to open wide for I have a gift for him to enjoy. Once he opens up I start pissing, a nice steady stream augmented but the tea from earlier. I shuffle still in the crouching position up and down his body pissing as I go. He has swallowed a fair bit but what to me seems to be the hottest is when I am crouching right above his hard cock and keep pissing all over his cock and balls. He is watching Me quietly a look of submission etched deeply in his face.

Once I have emptied My bladder I stand up and tell him to sit up but not stand. I step away from him and command he start to play with himself using My own piss as well as his precum as a lubricant. As he works his cock up and down I remind him that even though I am his Little Girl, I control it all and he to keep Me happy needs to remember that. I go over the fact that he is making up for not being there when I was younger and now he must pay.

I then tell him to cum for me and fill the juice glass in front of him. He does and once it is full I inform him he must drink it all to make Me happy.

When he has finished drinking, I tell him to clean up all the mess that has been made from My pissing etc. he is to crawl around on hands and knees and use his own undershirt and underwear to clean it up. I then have him get dressed < including said shirt and tighty whities > and present Me with My present. I of course am all too happy to tear into the packaging and throw paper everywhere < which he has to pick up as well > to find which bauble he has brought Me.

This is really a rough idea of how it would go… there are parts to be fleshed out and ideas percolating that I have not even touched on.