RP 2: Fingerpainting
Otkromance
M/F, ageplay
Finger-painting (M/F, Ageplay)
Sami was delighted one Saturday afternoon when her Daddy brought home a big
tablet of paper and a new kit of colorful finger-paints. Samantha, who was a
thirty-two year old successful business woman, would never even have considered
sticking her manicured nails into the gooey paints. But Sami was quite a
different story.
David grinned as he watched his Sami - his wife of ten years, his "little girl"
of the past three - putting out the paints he'd bought her. He would probably
never understand what made his fiercely independent and strong willed wife
crave her little girl moments. Maybe it was her strength and independence, day
in and day out, that she just had to find a break from from time to time. He
didn't really care what the reasons were. David had always been a caretaker,
something he didn't get to practice much with Samantha. But with Sami, he got
to play the Daddy role all he liked. It was a break from the real world for
the both of them.
"Here, pumpkin, let's put some newspaper down on the table before you get
started." David spread the newspaper over the table top as Sami fidgeted
impatiently beside him. "Okay, all set."
She surprised him when, instead of launching herself at the paints, she jumped
into his arms instead and gave him a tight hug. "Thank you, Daddy! You're
the bestest daddy in the whole wide world!"
David smiled into the soft head of hair pressed against his neck. She smelled
like baby powder and he felt himself growing hard as she wiggled her sexy
little woman's body against him. She was wearing one of the outfits he'd given
her for her Sami days: short red tee shirt with the word "Princess" in
sparkling letters and a short denim skirt with lace trim along the hem. Her
long red hair was pulled back into two pigtails and her bare toes and normally
manicured fingernails were unpainted and unadorned.
He gave her skirted bottom a playful swat that brought a mischievous grin to
Sami's face and another hard tug to his nether regions. She flitted away from
him and occupied herself with making a mess at the table.
"Daddy, aren't you gonna paint too?" she pouted a few minutes later, looking up
to see him starting downstairs to the basement with a hamper full of dirty
laundry.
"No, baby. You paint me a nice picture, though, okay?"
"Okay!" She giggled and swung her feet from the chair as Daddy disappeared
below stairs. One of the best things about being a little girl was not having
to do laundry!
Sami worked on her painting for over an hour. Daddy came back upstairs and
read the paper in on the couch, watching his little girl from time to time.
She sure was cute in that get up, with more paint gathering on her face and
arms by the moment, and her little nose all screwed up as she concentrated. He
was glad the finger paints were washable. He'd bet Sami had as much paint on
herself as she did on her picture.
He saw her when she sat back and looked over the painting one last, critical
time. Then, her face lit with a hundred watt grin and she called, "Daddy! I'm
all done my piture! Here..."
"Wait right there, little lady," David said, stopping her just in time before
she charged onto the cream colored livingroom carpet with her still wet
painting. He pointed her back to the table where she waited impatiently for
him to join her.
She grinned up at him the whole time as he looked over her shoulder and gasped
at the picture she'd painted. There were two stick figures, one in red and one
in blue. The red one had long waves of orange hair as well as two very large
circles that were obviously intended as breasts, while the blue figure sported
a rather impressive shaft that shot straight up in the air.
"Sami, what a naughty picture you've drawn!" David scolded, barely managing not
to grin back at the little imp who was still so shamelessly smiling up at him.
"Wherever did you see a naked man before?"
"Nation'l Geographic," she answered proudly.
At this he did laugh, which only gave Sami more reason to fidget proudly and
grin all the broader. David schooled his features back into his stern Daddy
face and frowned at her.
"Nice little girls do not draw pictures of naked people, Sami," he scolded.
The sound of the dryer buzzer in the basement carried up the stairs. "Now, why
don't you see if you can draw a NICE picture for Daddy, okay?"
"Okay, Daddy!"Sami watched her Daddy disappear down the basement steps again
and looked back at her picture. She didn't see what was so bad about it,
really.
She sat back at the table and tried to think of something NICE to draw for
Daddy; while she thought she stared at the blank white wall across from her.
Samantha was always telling David they should get a picture for that bare wall.
In fact she had a specific painting from the local artisan's gallery that she
especially wanted just for that spot, but David had said it was simply too
expensive. As she looked at the stark white of the wall, she thought of how
Daddy didn't like her bare people in the picture. And she suddenly got an
idea. She giggled.
It was awfully quiet, David thought, as he folded the last of the clean clothes
and carried the laundry basket upstairs. He had friends who joked about how
anytime their kids got really quiet, trouble had to be brewing. He wondered if
the same rule applied to his thirty-two year old "kid." And he wondered what
his friends would say if they saw him and Samantha playing Daddy/little girl
games.
He set the basket down near the top of the stairs and went to look in on Sami.
He found her in the dining room, still busy finger-painting - except this time
her canvas was the large, blank white wall across from where she'd been sitting
before.
"Sami!" he erupted, staring at her in disbelief, hands on his hips. He
sputtered for a moment, having no words to express his surprise.
Sami beamed over one shoulder and stepped back from her mural, arms spread wide
in presentation. She'd drawn a large red heart on the wall, and printed in her
Sami letters, "Sami luvs Dady." There were flowers and butterflies added as
well.
"How's this Daddy? See, I drew you a NICE piture!"
Recovering some, David reminded himself that the paints were washable. "Yes,
it's a nice picture, honey, but it's on the wall. You know better than to draw
on the wall, Sami!"
Sami's lower lip trembled. "I just wanted everybody to see it!" Her eyes
narrowed and she stamped one foot. " 'Sides, the wall was BARE - just like the
people in my other piture, and you didn't like them bein' bare, so I thought
you'd like the wall better if it wasn't bare!"
David studied her thoughtfully a moment. "That's some logic there, Sami," he
said finally. "But you still know better than to draw on walls. You're going
to clean all that paint off right now. And then you're going to go up to your
room for a good spanking and a long nap!"
"No!" Sami shouted. David's eyebrows shot up and he stared at her,
dumbfounded. Boy, she was really asking for it today. "I like my piture! And
why can't it stay on the wall? You won't let me buy the other painting I want,
so I'm keeping this one!"
So, that's what was behind this, huh? Samantha was breaking the rules of the
game here. The realities of Samantha's adult world were not supposed to cross
over into Sami's activities. What she was doing seemed to dawn on her as David
stood there, just staring hotly at her. Finally, he sighed.
"You have two choices, Samantha," he said. "You clean off this wall like
you're told, you go upstairs and get your spanking and take a nap. Or, you can
keep your little tantrum up, I'll spank you down here, THEN you'll clean off
the wall, and you'll go upstairs for a good licking with my belt. Choose."
Oh boy. Samantha swallowed hard. 'Sami' was suddenly gone from his
vocabulary, and he'd threatened her with a belt licking - he only spanked Sami,
he never used his belt. She'd crossed the line here and he apparently was
going to remind her of the parameters of their play.
"Look at me," he demanded and she forced herself to meet his hard eyes.
Suddenly his gaze softened. "Are you going to be my good little girl, or not?"
She nodded. Her throat was thick with emotion. He was giving her a second
chance.
She went into the kitchen and returned with a sponge and soapy water. It took
a while to clean the wall, and David sat behind her and watched her work. He
was silent and Samantha wondered what he was thinking.
When she finally finished cleaning, she returned to the kitchen and washed her
hands, arms and face. David was putting the finger-paints back in their box
and she tried not to pout; she doubted she'd be seeing those again any time
soon,
"I want you upstairs, nose in the corner, Sami," he said, not even looking up
at her. "I'll be up directly."
Sami trudged up the stairs and placed herself where David had instructed. She
felt so bad, and it was strange because their Sami/Daddy times almost always
ended with a spanking. This time was different though because she'd used their
scene to get a little revenge on David for something outside the Sami/Daddy
world. It hadn't been fair. He never punished Sami for things Samantha did.
When David came into the room, he paused to run one hand over her head.
"There's my good girl."
She sniffled and blinked back tears. She didn't feel like his good girl, not
the least little bit.
She heard the springs in the bed when he sat down. "Come on over here, Sami."
She practically tripped over her feet as she flew to his side and she hugged
him fiercely. "I'm sorry... I..."
"Shh, baby." David hugged her back. He knew she'd realized her mistake and
felt badly about it. "Shh, honey, Daddy's gonna make it all better. Okay?
You trust Daddy to do that for you?"
Without a moment's hesitation, she nodded.
"Okay, then. Up you go." Sami stood before David and watched quietly as he
unbuttoned her skirt, then pushed it off her hips, followed by her white cotton
panties. She stepped out of the puddle of clothes and obeyed his instruction
to lay over his knees.
"I think my little girl got a bit too big for her britches today," he commented
as he surveyed the full, rounded bottom of the woman he had married. "So, this
is going to be a long, hard lesson for you, Sami. So next time, you'll
remember that you are Daddy's little girl."
His large hand fell to her backside with a loud CRACK! and Sami jumped. He was
spanking so hard, no little warm ups or playful love taps. She squeezed her
eyes shut and willed herself to accept his punishment, knowing afterwards that
her mistake would be forgiven and forgotten.
David gave Sami a thorough hand spanking until her backside was an overall hot
cherry red. She'd been stoic at first but hadn't been able to stop her gasps
and jerks after she'd been over his lap for ten minutes. He spanked on at
least another five minutes, then only stopped because his hand hurt so badly.
He hadn't said anything since he'd started spanking her but now he broke that
silence. "Sami, go and get your paddle for Daddy."
She leaned back and looked at him and he could see that she wanted to protest.
Any other time she would have. The paddle was for punishment and Sami's
spankings were usually only for play, done with his hand alone. He met her
eyes squarely and waited. Slowly, she got to her feet and walked into the
closet to get her paddle from its shelf.
She returned to him a minute later and handed him the long maple paddle that
he'd had made especially for her. Her full name was on the back of it, along
with the date of their wedding.
David held Sami's chin up so she couldn't look away from him. "Daddy's going
to paddle you now, Sami. I want you to remember that Daddy loves you very
much. Next time you should remember this paddling and remember to be my good
little girl. Because our times together should be fun. Not like this. Okay?"
She nodded. He sensed she would have agreed to anything so she could just be
forgiven. He'd already forgiven her, of course, though he knew her well enough
to realize she needed this to forgive herself.
She climbed over his lap again and David looked down at her already very red
behind. He could see his own fingerprints there. "Your bottom's a
finger-painting all of its own," he commented and his heart felt lighter when
he heard her giggle from below.
He started paddling, eager now to finish this up. The paddle was long enough
to cover both of Sami's cheeks in one swing and she was soon squealing and
crying out with each swat.
"Whose little girl are you?" SMACK! SMACK!
"Yours, Daddy! Ow, Ohh!"
"Are you going to remember that next time?" SMACK! SMACK! CRACK!
"Oh! Yes, Daddy, I promise I will! Ouch! Ooowwie!"
"No more manipulating Daddy?" SSMMAACK! "No more trying to get even?" SMACK!
CRACK! CRACK!
"No! I promise!"
SMACK SMACK SMACK CRACK SMACK CRACK!!!!
"Oh! Daddy! Owwww! Please! Stop! I'll be a good girl!"
David stopped. The paddle fell to the floor. "You better be good," he
growled.
Samantha flopped over on her husband's thighs, screeching when her bottom met
his denim covered legs. David chuckled and helped her move so she was on her
hip. He cradled her in his arms and rubbed her hot, spanked cheeks.
"I love you, Samantha Marie." He kissed her forehead.
"I love you too, David. Thank you."
David cradled his wife until she fell into an awkward sleep. She'd had a busy
day and an exhausting session over his lap so he wasn't surprised when he
looked down to see her eyes closed. He laid her as gently as he could on the
bed and covered her with a blanket. He was about to go back downstairs to turn
on the game, when he looked back at her. Sleep sounded pretty good to him
right then, too. So he joined her on the bed, and cuddled her against him,
loving the feel of her breath as it fell against his neck. He sighed and
closed his eyes. Being the Daddy in this house could be a very tiring job.
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