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The Daddy Chronicles, episode 12: Pinnochio Bike Seat
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The Daddy Chronicles, episode 12: Pinnochio Bike Seat Daddy caught me in a lie yesterday. I didn't mean to. Daddy gives me a list of daily chores to complete by the time He gets home from work, usually consisting of cleaning the floors, vaccuming, mopping, laundry, keeping our room neat, keeping refrigerator cleaned once a week, cleaning the bathroom, cleaning all mirrors and doing the dishes and other little side projects. Sometimes it varies but that's usually what i have to do. I am always happy to oblige Daddy's wishes as it is my pleasure to make Him happy. All He asks is that i get it done by the time He gets home from work so that we have the rest of the day to spend quality time together. My least favorite of all my chores is the dishes. Daddy has had to remind me a few times in the past to do them, which resulted in some spanking or a small punishment. Daddy is understanding and knows of my reluctance to do them sometimes. He taught me to 'clean as i go' like He does when He is cooking but sometimes that doesnt always work because the kitchen is small and He likes to have His space, so i stay out of His way. He suggested i do them right after dinner while the food on them is still fresh and not hard to scrape off the pots and pans, but that doesnt always happen as we love to<b> snuggle </font></b>on the comfy couch right after dinner and keep watching tv. So the next day they are there, waiting for me, and I'll usually wait to do them as the very last thing on my list before I'm done for the day. Daddy reminded me via text that morning that i needed to have the pots cleaned for Him as He wanted to start a bolognese when He got home for our dinner over the weekend. I promised i would have them ready. There was a bad accident on the way to the store and the traffic was bad. It took another 30 minutes to get there, and i was already running late. By the time i got home it was already after 2:00, and i hadnt even started the laundry. Daddy would be home soon. So i hurriedly put all the groceries away, hung up His jacket in the closet and set about finishing the rest of my daily chores. I set about my cleaning at a record pace, finished the dishes and anxiously awaited for my Daddy to get home. At 4:30, Daddy walked in. I greeted Him and apologized because i still hadnt quite finished putting all the laundry away, explaining about the accident on the way to the store. He kissed my forehead and told me to finish up. While i was putting away the last of the socks, He called me into the kitchen. Daddy stood there in the kitchen facing me, and He did not look pleased. I asked what was wrong, and He slowly turned His gaze from me to the stovetop... ...where there sat the dirty pots and pans i was supposed to have had cleaned. I had forgotten all about them being right behind me when i had been doing the dishes in the sink. My heart began to race as i tried to plead with Him, but He wasnt having it this time. He put His index finger against my lips, indicating He wanted silence. He told me to stop what i was doing and to get those pots cleaned immediately. He paused briefly, and then told me as soon as i was done cleaning them that i was to remove all my clothes. "Coffee table," He said over His shoulder before disappearing into our room. "Oh boy," i muttered under my breath and shuddered. He had something in store for me. I used the chore boy on the pans and finished drying them. I removed all my clothes and placed them in the hamper. Then, i went in to the living room, cleared the coffee table, placed a small pillow kept nearby on the couch, and put it on the coffee table. I then lay on my back on it longways, my feet and calves dangling off the edge, assuming my position. My hands and arms lay perfectly straight by my sides, head on the pillow, my legs close together, feet straight and pointed to the ceiling. I lay there, awaiting His further instruction. About 10 minutes later, Daddy came back out. He was completely naked, except for his shoes. In His hand was Pinnochio and my mouth speculum. I knew what was coming. He sat on the couch next to me and we had a discussion about what i did wrong, that i needed to be more responsible, that i needed to continue to work on being more mindful of my assignments. I agreed, thanked Him for His guidance, apologized profusely and promised i would. Sometimes i needed to be put in my place and reminded who i was to Him. He got up and moved above me. Turning around, facing me, He told me to raise my head. "What happens when you lie to me?" He said to me as His hand connected to my face. It wasnt a completely hard slap, but enough to remind me of His dominance. "But Daddy, i didnt lie, i just forgot-" "Forgetting to do your chores after promising to complete them is the same as lying, little ," He said to me as He smacked my face."What happens when you lie to me?" "You get angry?" "Wrong answer." He slapped the other side of my face. He asked me again. "My nose grows?" "Good girl," He smiled and nodded, breathing quietly. "Your nose grows." "Open your mouth and eat my asshole," He said as He squatted over my face. I could smell His scent. I loved it. It made me wet and it made me want to touch myself. My right hand twitched, thinking about touching myself. "You dont get to touch yourself today, bike seat," He said to me, as if reading my mind. "Yes Sir," was what i tried to mutter but failed as He continued grinding His ass and His taint all across my mouth, in a circular back and forth motion. "What was that, bike seat?" He let up for a quick second. "Yes Sir," i managed to get out just before He continued using me. He let out a barely audible moan as i stuck the tip of my tongue in His asshole. "Good girl," he breathed as he began jerking off his cock as i continued to worship and service His sphincter. "Suck," He said as He bent over and pushed His ass over my mouth as hard as He could. I did my deed as ass slobber began to build up in my mouth. I tapped him three times on his right leg. "What." He asked as He raised His legs up above me. "May i swallow your ass slobber, Sir?? "No," He said as He smooshed my mouth with more asshole. "Spit it all over." I placed my hand back at my side, knowing that was the proper question to always ask first. "Spit," He commanded as He raised Himself up again. I did as i was told, His asshole now drenched in ass slobbery spit, wet and glisteny from the daylight coming from the living room window. If somebody outside happened to be close enough, they would be able to see everything. This went on for several minutes, Him stroking His cock and me being His bike seat until finally He got up and grabbed Pinnochio. Pinnochio was the name given to a modified strap on dildo that he made by converting the headpiece into a prostate massager. He found a big enough prostate massager and figured out a way to hollow out the inside base so that it fit snugly enough over my nose. He told me to raise my head as He adjusted and shortened the leather straps to where it would fit snugly enough around my head as opposed to the waist it was originally designed for. The plastic circular piece on the bottom where my nose went in it supported the base and kept it from moving around while i was being used. He finished affixing the toy to my face and began applying lube to the prostate massager. The smell of silicone permeated my nostrils. I lowered my head back down on the pillow. "I didnt tell you to lower your head, ." "Yes Sir." I kept my head in place, above the pillow, waiting for Him. He took a finger and scraped some of my ass slobber inside of Him. "Lay your head back down, and open your filthy mouth." He affixed the mouth speculum to me, enlarging my already gaping mouth wide open. He raised his legs and mounted my face again, this time lowering the entire length of my long nose into the depths of His ass. The length of my nose measured a good 4 inches or so. He began fucking my nose as he jerked Himself off, His balls resting in my wide open mouth. "Lick," he commanded as he kept fucking my nose. I moved my tongue all over and around his ballsack, with just enough room to breathe out of my mouth. "That's one good thing about having a big mouth, huh?" He once joked. My own nose was completely occupied with my newly extended one, busy tickling his button inside. Lube began to run down my cheeks, my face a mess. He removed Himself and bent over so i could clean up His asshole for a little bit. I tasted the faint hint of something resembling alcohol from the lube as well as His own familiar scent. He let out an "Ahhhh," followed by a "good girl," my indication that i was doing my job, and a good one. My legs began to shake uncontollably and i could feel it all begin to build up inside me. "Such a good little girl," he continued cooing. I knew he was getting close. He lowered Himself back on my nose and wiggled Himself against my face as i kept servicing His balls. "You see what happens, little , when you mess up and lie to Daddy?" His thighs towered over me like twin tree trunks. "You get your cute little face fucked in ways you never imagined, dont you?" The switch from nose to mouth continued until finally he grunted and got up and squirted His hot milk of approval into my wide open mouth. "Yeaaaah.....there we go," His eyes closed, His mouth open. Daddy was cumming hard. I began climaxing, my pussy getting just as wet and messy as my Daddy's ass, because i knew i officially made up for my mistake. I could feel it dripping down towards my own ass. I wished Daddy would bend me over and have some cum left to shoot up inside of me, as deep inside of me as He could go. "Now swallow it down, like a good little girl," as He took away the mouth speculum. And down Daddy's milk went, right where it belonged, in my little belly. He took off Pinnochio and we went and had a nice shower. My jaws were a little sore. "Get the onions, carrots and celery out of the fridge for me and peel the carrots when were done," he told me as He rubbed each cheek in the shower with His hand while he stood behind me, gently kissing on the other, and on my neck. "Yes, Daddy," i beamed. In this lifestyle, even the dings could mean rewards in the end. |
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