Monthly Prank in April
As the mischievous brat, it's my responsibility to pull off a fantastic prank on my husband, "Daddy," every April Fools' Day. The previous year, when he told me to hop into bed, I asked him if he could get me a glass of water. While he was in the kitchen fetching it, I quickly slipped into my pajamas and snuggled under the covers. When he eventually went to bed, he found me not adhering to the "naked in bed" rule, resulting in some delightful punishment.
This year, I decided to outdo my own mischief with a more outrageous plan.
I've been wearing a collar for years, which also has an AirTag for Daddy to track my location if I forget or misplace my phone. This time, my prank would be to leave the confines of our agreed area without his permission and without taking my phone. When he came to fetch me, I'd yell "April Fools!" at him and tickle him with laughter when he realized it was mere mischief.
Considering my smartphone was inseparable from me, I had to find a suitable destination within a comfortable walking distance. My beloved bookstore and ice cream shop were both too far, so I had to settle for a bar on the corner only a few blocks away that I had never visited.
As I strolled towards the bar, several kind gentlemen pulled over to offer me a lift, a couple of them complimenting my nasty little skirt. My attire was a baby pink plaid dress, and my generous cheeks would attempt to escape as I walked. I also donned knee-high socks, comfy walking shoes, and a dainty pink camisole under my outfit. I wore my hair in playful pigtails tied with pretty pink ribbons. I knew Daddy's manhood would be rigid upon our reunion when he discovered my naughtiness.
Finally, after trudging along, I arrived at the bar, which was rather dark with deafening music. When I stepped inside, everyone gawked at me, and the burly bouncer requested my ID. Once he deemed it valid, he let me pass. Although all the tables were occupied, a single empty stool was open at the bar, so I perched myself on it and requested a menu. The bartender chuckled at my naivety before handing me a flip chart outlining various drinks.
While I perused the menu, the men cheered for a woman sauntering up on stage wearing an almost identical outfit to mine - a baby pink plaid dress. She did a provocative dance around a pole, alternating between teasingly stripping and showing off her stunning assets. Some of the guests even shouted requests for her to move closer, prompting me to wonder how the bar was even allowed to function this way.
The bartender inquired about my menu choice. "I'm not quite familiar with any of these," I informed him, gesturing towards the menu. "Do you have some hot cocoa?"
The bartender chuckled and agreed, entering my order.
Meanwhile, one guy next to me noted, "You could be her little sister, you know."
"Really?" I interrogated.
"Oh, definitely! You resemble her closely, albeit younger, and you seem to be wearing a lot of clothing."
I ignored his presumptuous and unsolicited advice, instead fixating on the woman performing on stage. She stripped totally naked, leaving only her tiny, pink panties and knee-high socks, and performed feats on the pole like it was recess but more alluring.
Eventually, the bartender returned with my hot cocoa. "Here, sweetie," he winked.
The man to my left chimed in, "He's right, you could be her little sister."
I didn't understand their reasoning as I had significantly less clothing on compared to the men at the bar. Nonetheless, I ignored their observation and continued watching the woman on stage.
I was astonished when she removed all her garments, leaving only her tiny panties and socks, and performed a variety of tricks on the pole. It was quite amusing, with a touch of mischief.
By this point, I was yearning for a brand new prank to play on my adorable Daddy.
(Continued)
I showed my appreciation and sipped my drink. It felt warm and a little awkward, but I didn't want to be impolite, so I blew on it and took small sips.
Soon, my head began to feel a bit buzzed, much like when Dad allows me to taste his adult beverages. The men seated beside me began to touch my thighs, sliding my skirt higher to expose more skin. I told them not to touch me, but they ignored my words. Their hands were groping my flesh and staring at me with the same hungry expression as Dad when he's eager to use my body. It suddenly became frightening.
"She's wearing a collar, you idiots," a man at a table opposite us stated. "I wouldn't want to be you when her owner arrives."
The two men quickly withdrew their hands and gazed back at the woman on stage. "We didn't intend any harm, lady!" they protested.
I thanked the man for intervening. He said it wasn't a big deal and inquired about my owner's location. I informed him that my Dad would likely arrive shortly and that I was only engaging in an April Fool's prank on him. (I'd forgotten about my practical joke while watching the woman disrobe.)
The man chuckled and uttered a crude remark, then returned his attention to the stage.
"I really want to touch her breasts," I admitted hesitantly.
"Daddy!," I yelled excitedly as I heard him approach from the back.
"Did you find my little rebel?" Dad inquired.
"Yes, Daddy!," I squealed in delight.
Dad examined me with a mix of anger, relief, and amusement on his face. "So, why are you here, dressed this way, without your phone, and in violation of my authorization?" he inquired.
"April Fool's, Daddy!," I giggled.
Dad's laughter might have been a bit forced. "And what are we consuming?," he inquired as he took a gulp of my hot cocoa.
"Hot cocoa, Daddy!," I exclaimed.
Dad glanced at the bartender, exchanging an unreadable look.
"Daddy, I really wanted to touch the woman's breasts. Do you think she would allow it?"
"Princess, are you unaware of the peril you placed yourself in by visiting here alone, while wearing that skirt, and without a phone?" Dad questioned.
"I'm sincerely remorseful, Daddy," I said sheepishly.
"That isn't adequate, sweetie. There's a significant difference between harmless pranks and harm-causing actions. Engaging in questionable behavior to carry out your joke should have been a warning sign," Dad lectured.
"You'll be receiving a thorough spanking for this, and with your skirt exposing so much skin, I'm going to punish you in public," he informed me.
I emitted a loud scream as he lifted me from my stool and turned me around. His hands quickly commenced spanking my rear. This spanking was humiliating, knowing all these strangers could see my underwear! Fortunately, I remembered to act brave, attempting to ignore the embarrassment. My bottom became so red and began to hurt.
Soon, the nude woman on stage completed her performance, and the DJ lowered the volume to allow everyone to hear every smack of my rear and my sobs. My butt grew very sore, but the spanking appeared to be due for an end.
The female performer walked over and informed the bar patrons to be quiet. She took my hand and assured me I was handling my chastisement with courage and that this upsetting experience would soon be over. To my surprise, she escorted me throughout this ordeal.
Once my punishment ended, Dad made me repeat why my spanking had been necessary, humiliated and sobbing in front of everyone. Angered at my disobedience, he forgave me and kissed my forehead. He expressed his love and urged me to never endanger myself again.
The stage lady noticed Dad's arnica salve and asked if she could use some.
"Yes," he confirmed, watching her remove it from her purse.
The woman began to lotion my cheeks and massage them gently. She explained she often had to deal with her dominator.
"Your master?," I inquired.
"Yes. I'm just as naughty, but because of my indiscretions, I pay for it with spankings."
"Is that necessary?" I asked.
"Absolutely," she replied. "When you're punished, it helps you understand why your actions are wrong and how to improve your behavior," she stated.
I started to rub my inflamed butt cheeks, but then the lady from the stage asked Dad, "Am I allowed to?"
"Go ahead," he consented as he witnessed her using the same lotion on my rear.
She cautiously applied it and gently massaged my inflamed cheeks.
"Yeah, he's just like a daddy figure," she answered, and if I had done what you did today, he would've taken care of me.
"Got a question for you?" I inquired.
"Sure thing, sweetie," she responded, as she smeared lotion onto my bottom.
"I've really, really, really wanted to feel your boobs," I expressed.
"Doesn't sound much like a question, sweetheart," she teased back.
"Could I please touch your boobs, ma'am?" I implored.
Both she and my father looked at each other, and then she acknowledged my plea, granting me access. The moment my hands met her breasts, I was awestruck by their softness and firmness. I gently squeezed them, then gently played with her nipples to see if they'd get hard (they did), and it was as if I held two of the greatest stress-relieving balls in existence.
"May I put them in my mouth?" I inquired.
She and my dad exchanged glances, with a nod of approval from my father, and I was allowed to. Then I began to suck on them.
Apart from the punishment, this may be the best day of my life.
Her hand moved from my butt to my clit, and she began to stroke, prompting me to grind onto her fingers because it felt so pleasurable.
"Alright. Enough," my father said.
"But Daddy..., " I complained.
"We're heading home now," he insisted. People groaned at him when he said this, but he didn't care. He paid the bill and took me out of the bar, his hand firmly grasping my wrist.
We were quiet on the car ride home, making it difficult for me to determine if he was still mad or not.
"It's time for that sassy mouth to work on my cock right now, little girl," he instructed.
I immediately began sucking on his penis, and he gripped the back of my head to force me down on it until he filled my throat. Then, as I worked his cock in my throat, he lifted my skirt to expose my red cheeks to anyone we might encounter while driving the few blocks to our home. When we arrived at our driveway, he instructed me not to stop until he climaxed, shooting his load into my stomach.
"Go to my playroom, honey. I have some pranks planned for you," he grinned.
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