My roommate would be occupying the dorm this weekend, and our disappearance wouldn’t go unnoticed. I considered calling out of work Saturday, but thought better of it. Skipping work would surely displease Daddy and elicit a spanking. I didn’t mind the spankings, but my bottom was so sore that it was difficult to sit for anything. I almost dreaded sitting in class the next day even though the pinch every time I sat was exhilarating.
I walked the cart out of the study room and started shelving again, attempting to preoccupy my mind until six. I could always check out the tantric book, but I’d risk exposing my curiosity and, potentially, my secret relationship.
I had to be good. I had to be discreet. I stared at the desk I had been sitting at earlier where I’d shoved the book away from me when Brad caught me. I bit my lip, the thought occurring that I could just slip the book into my purse and return it later. I couldn’t do that. The alarm at the front would most certainly go off and I’d have to admit to my crime.
I’d also get another spanking.
I didn’t want to push Daddy too much this week. I wanted to please him as much as possible while also remaining studious and focused. It was hard to focus when I could still feel his palm smacking my bare bottom to pieces. It made me excited again and I had to compose myself. I’d been doing a lot of recomposing lately.
Was I going mad? I wish I knew other people like this. I didn’t think Brad or Lillian would get it. Maybe Lillian would understand the crush and the sexual tension, but she seemed to be so wrapped up in her boyfriend that I felt it was hopeless to ask. Besides, I’m a big girl. I can handle myself just fine.
I just had to make it to Friday.
Working and studying the rest of the week was surprisingly easier than I thought it would be. I was worried I wouldn’t be able to focus, but getting so intimate with Daddy only made me feel stronger. I took my time writing my essays and even had a little lunch date with my roommate who made jokes the entire time about one of our boring professors.
Friday went by relatively quick until the last fifteen minutes of my shift at the library. I watched the clock nervously until it was six and I carefully put up the books that needed to be sorted the next day in the cart next to the front desk. I walked into the back room with ease, punched a few numbers into the computer, and grabbed my purse from the desk drawer.
I was free.
Before heading back to my dorm, I stopped by a local shop that sold a variety of toys and outfits. I had never been to a sex shop before and was shocked as I walked through the door. It wasn’t dirty like most movies had depicted it and I was greeted cheerily by a little alternative woman from behind the front counter. I looked around in an attempt to drink in the amount of toys laid out around the store.
“Need help finding anything?” Asked the woman with blue hair.
I stammered nervously over my words until I found them: “Yes… Well, I need… I need to find a collar and a leash.”
The woman smiled, put down her book, and waved with her hand to follow her. She took me to an aisle not too far from the front and presented a whole shelf of collars, gags, and leashes. I was overwhelmed by the selection and smiled like I had just been presented a puppy.
“Let me know if you need help finding anything else.”
I nodded in her direction and started sifting through different colored collars and materials that I might like to wear. I tried a few on before finding a cute pink collar with ruffles and a small d-ring at the front. Triumphantly, I ran back to the front to ask if they had any outfits that would match the collar.
The woman took me to a rack in the back that was covered in pink lingerie, bras, and underwear. I took my time examining each style and holding them up to my chest to size. After about thirty minutes, I took my selections to the front and paid in cash so my parents wouldn’t see the charge on the card. As I left, the woman wished me luck and I flushed red as I thanked her.
I got back to my dorm room and pulled on the new lingerie outfit that I had chosen for Daddy – it was a white bra with pink bows and ruffles with a lace pair of boy shorts to match.
I pulled on a plain skirt and a blouse over my lingerie and started collecting my laundry and homework for the weekend, picturing the fun that we were going to have as soon as I could get my mother out of the house. I could always buy her a gift card to see a movie, but she might get suspicious. I loaded up my car, said good bye to my roommate, and headed out towards my house.
On the way, I reflected on who I had been a year ago. I was naive then. Now I was wearing big girl clothes and having big girl sex with someone I wouldn’t have ever had sex with if I was still the same girl from back then. I felt a little more mature, but I didn’t want it to get to my head.
I wanted to stay as young and pure for as long as possible so I could keep my Daddy around. It occurred to me suddenly that this was potentially a temporary relationship. Daddy wouldn’t be around forever. He couldn’t hide his fantasy from his wife for that long, and I couldn’t tip-toe around her like she was stupid. Eventually, she would catch a whiff of the mischief and start poking her nose where it didn’t belong.