Sitting in the study working I hear the door open and in you walk with your eyes to the floor. I raise an eyebrow and see you carrying a glass you must of broken. You set it on my desk with a pouty face and hold out your hands. I take them gently to look for cuts, none. I rub them lightly. “Accidents will happen, you are not hurt. I told you to be careful, that is the third glass this week.”
As my gaze lifts from your hands to your face I see the slightest little smirk trying to hide behind your hanging locks of hair. “Now baby, is there a chance, a possibility that you dropped that glass on purpose for Daddy’s attentions?”
You fought that smile back, turned and lifted your dress to show me your little cottons tucked under your cheeks already. “Tell daddy you need his corrections.” a soft little “mmmmm hmmmm”. I turn my chair square to you as you offer your soft little behind to me. I lean forward and kiss it, give it a quick little bite, then run my large hand over it. I know how you love daddy’s hand.
Exploring Desires 