One day, I plan to see Wanda lose her job.
All participants are consenting adults.
If you're new to my adult-themed DDlg fantasies, my dominant partner, known as 'Daddy,' recruits a woman named Wanda to accompany me while he's at work. Wanda's duties include managing household chores and maintaining a submissive mindset. We affectionately refer to her as my babysitter.
I'm growing increasingly vexed with Wanda's constant presence as my babysitter. She's stubborn, insisting on me following Daddy's instructions without question. Additionally, she demands thanks from me before she departs from the house. This usually involves using my tongue to make her orgasm.
Albeit Wanda appears kind by preparing treats like cookies with me, braiding my hair, and allowing me to watch cartoons, her authority over me irritates me. I don't particularly care. She's informed Daddy of my misbehavior today, guaranteeing my imminent consequence upon Daddy's return.
I'm struggling to imagine how to convince Daddy to fire Wanda. She does a spotless job of fulfilling his instructions. Her attentiveness ensures my safety. Plus, she prepares me for his arrival by arranging tasks like enema sessions or hair removal. Her errorless execution makes her unattractive as a target, yet effortless irritates me. Why can't I hate her?
An incredibly frustrating day ensued. Wanda chose to punish me by forcing me into bending over and spanking my bottom. Riddled with rage, I remained silent when she proceeded to call Daddy to inform on me.
Driven by jealousy and anger, I was determined to enact changes. However, eliminating Wanda posed a predicament.
"Is someone ready for a nap?" Wanda inquired.
Conveying no answer, I glared while sitting in the corner.
"I'll interpret your silence as affirmative. Let's go," Wanda said, yanking the leash that attached to my collar. She dragged me to the lavatory, encouraging me to empty my bladder before my nap.
At the lavatory, she overwatched my process, reminding me to wash my hands like a child. With a firm leash, she directed me to my bed.
Once positioned on the bed, Wanda examined me with the same gaze associated with her erotic expectations.
"Separate your legs," she ordered.
Remaining stoic, I glanced at her.
"Now!" Wanda commanded, emphasizing the short timeline to obey her.
Submissively, I heeded her instructions and opened my legs to reveal my genitals.
Wanda touched a sensitive portion of my body with her hand, causing an intense sensation trailing towards my climax.
"So desperate for a release?" Wanda asked mischievously. "Looks like you're very wet. How naughty."
Completely captive to Wanda's influence, I couldn't resist grinding my hips against her hand.
"Too unfortunate that you behaved so awfully towards me earlier," Wanda cooed, moving her hand away, leaving me in discomfort. She secured my hands to the bed before departing.
Nonetheless, Wanda's actions puzzled me. I was powerless, exposed, and on the brink of pleasure.
Sleep found my eyes, followed by dreams of various schemes to dispose of Wanda.
After a while, Wanda stirred me from rest by voicing concerns to Daddy about my unruly behavior. It's become clear that Daddy isn't pleased with me, as I Helen Keller into the room.
"Daddy, I," I started but was stopped in my tracks.
"No desire to hear it," Daddy proclaimed.
"Has she thanked you for her services by now?" Daddy posed to Wanda.
"Negative," Wanda replied.
How ironic. My daily babysitter would now be spanked for failing to perform her duties.
However, I wasn't interested in her punishment. Instead, I devised a strategy to aim at undoing Wanda's employment.
Interrupting the conversation, I rose coquettishly, hoping to garner Daddy's attention. This silent plea earned me a shush from Wanda. Regardless, I remained undeterred. I crossed my arms over my chest as I tilted my head, placing emphasis on my newfound independence.
"Alright, she'll have to do it bound up because I'm leaving her like that as I chat with her about her punishment." Daddy expresses.
"Sounds good to me." Wanda answers, removing her clothing and jumping onto the bed. She thrusts her breasts in my face, knowing that my tied hands prevent me from touching them as she straddles me and orders me to lick her.
I start lavishing attention on her in the manner I've learned she most enjoys, hoping to speed up her departure and reunite me with Daddy. Wanda begins grinding her body into my face while Daddy watches. Yet he doesn't participate, as Wanda doesn't like men to touch her, but he's okay with observing. Wanda's preferential choice of partners is entwined with me, so it's a bit confusing.
When Wanda reaches climax and drenches my face, she gowns herself and proclaims to Daddy, "Yours now", and to me, "Hopefully you'll behave better tomorrow", before exiting the premises.
"What on earth am I going to do with you?" Daddy inquires.
"Feed me cookies and tell me I'm gorgeous?" I offer.
"Sweetheart, that could be possible if you hadn't acted so obnoxious towards Wanda daily, but instead, you must receive a discipline session from me so you'll behave for her while I'm at work." He informs. "I've had to chastise you for being difficult with the babysitter several times before, but I hope this time round, it'll be the last. I'm going to tie you up and administer lashings to your breasts, thighs, and stomach, followed by whacks on your back, ass, and thighs again. You'll bear multiple marks."
Daddy removes the belt and demands I numerate. I count 28 belt hits to my jabot and 32 to my stomach, then 13 to my vagina, and 27 to my upper femurs. My eyes are wet with tears and my limbs are thrashing (without losing count), but I stay composed. Daddy does not cease. Then he turns me over and utilizes his belt on my back. I receive 43 lashes on my posterior, 68 on my buttocks, 24 on the reverse of my thighs, 20 more to my back, 20 more to my rear, and 20 on my thighs once more! This might be the most potent spanking I've experienced all month! Daddy is not pussyfooting. Then I weep even more, realizing how much I've hurt him. I don't know what got into me, being so mischievous to Wanda. I could be more amicable to her to please him.
After Daddy completes belting my bottom, he frees me and cuddles me in his embrace, quieting me and kissing away my tears. When I'm calm, Daddy enquires why I'll be disciplined and what I could undertake to improve myself tomorrow. He provides several recommendations on handling my frustrations and self-regulating, and I thank him. He asserts that due to my crying, his erection is the hardest it's been in ages, and urges me to fulfill him with a blowjob.
As I suck Daddy's cock, he supports my hair for me and I'm still teary-eyed from sobbing, but I make an effort to deepthroat him completely. The spots he flogged me smart, but I diverge - I'm simply thrilled that Daddy's member resides in my mouth. When Daddy unload his seed and allows me to consume his liquids, I feel like all will be well again and we'll have a perfect evening and, hopefully, time creeps by slowly before Daddy must return to work tomorrow, and Wanda is back to babysit me.
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