Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. TITLE: Ivory Author:Ophelia's Fever Word Count: 1529 2016 Contact me at: opheliasfever(at)gmail.com Codes: MF, Ds, humil, oral, DDlg Summary: In the Darling household, little girls of course are not allowed to say bad words. But sometimes, a little girl slips up thereby triggering consequences for bad behavior. Please make sure to check out the first in this series, "Bourbon, Baby, and Me" Disclaimer: This is a literary work intended for adult (18+) audiences. By reading my story you consent to the understanding that this is a work of fiction for adults. All characters are a figment of my imagination for entertainment purposes only. *************************************** "Goddamn it!" she says, watching the bowl slip from her wet fingers and shatter to the ground. The artisan-fired clay exploded on impact, sending shards in all directions throughout the kitchen floor. "Shit!" she says angrily, thinking of the work it will take to find and sweep up every shard. Not to mention the nostalgic value of that piece, one made for her from her Mother, now deceased. Carefully winding her way to the broom and dustpan, Darling hops and skips over the pieces, cursing all the while. She could not believe how "fucking clumsy I am." She picks up the broom and begins to angrily sweep up shattered pieces. As she clears the floor foot by foot she passes by the entryway and in fright, jumps and squeals, dropping her broom which clatters to the floor. Standing a foot back from the pool of kitchen light, stands her husband and Daddy. Apparently, having been standing there for some time. "Daddy! You scared me! You are home early. Why didn't you let me know you were on your way? I would have prepared for you," Darling said, flustered and nervous. "The only thing I am concerned about," Daddy drawls unhappily, "is the disgusting, potty mouth my Little Girl has. What are the rules concerning bad language, Darling?" he says, stepping into the light, obviously having just returned from work. At first, Darling looks defiant, "But... you weren't supposed to be here..." Daddy moves closer to his wife and Little Girl, dominating her with his presence, "So the House Rules are only obeyed when I am around to catch them? Is that what you are telling me?" Daddy takes the dustpan out of Darling's hand and lets it clatter to the floor. "No." Darling says, stepping back a foot or two to gain some ground, "But look, my bowl! You know what that meant to me, Daddy." "I've heard enough. First, I have heard enough of your disgusting mouth. Second I have to listen to your excuses and manipulation. That's it. Upstairs, Little Girl, put on your Discipline Dress and meet me in the bathroom in 5 minutes." With that, Daddy leaves the kitchen without a backward glance. Darling blushes furiously. She hates the discipline dress, loathes every single thread it is made of. But, trained to obey, she stomps upstairs loudly, making sure Daddy is hearing her displeasure and unhappiness in every step. Entering their special `play room' Darling begins shedding her dress, her stiletto heels, her undergarments, and naked, reaches for the Discipline Dress. The Discipline Dress is moniker for a whole outfit. On the peg against the back of the door hangs a very short, sheer, pale, pink dress. The kind of thing a toddler would wear, actually. Peter pan collar, puffed up princess sleeves, and pink tulle reaches to just below the crease between her ass and her thigh. Darling is not allowed to wear anything else under the dress unless instructed. Completing the outfit, Darling dons lace anklet socks, mary jane shoes, and braids her hair into pigtails, her head topped with a headband which has an oversized pink bow. Darling feels so exposed and stupid while wearing the dress of a very little girl, and that is the point. Her place in the house needs to be reinforced once in awhile. The cool, house air winds itself around her thighs and bottom as she makes her way to the master bathroom down the hall. Though the house is cool, Darling is hot: flushed with dread and fear about whatever punishment is to be meted out by Daddy. Pushing open the door to the ornate master bathroom, Darling creeps in quietly and closes the door, facing Daddy who is still in his work clothes. Without preamble or introduction he tells Darling, "Little Girl, go sit on the toilet." "Yes, Daddy." She says, sitting her bare rump on the cold toilet seat top. "What is the house rule, Little Girl?" Daddy asks quietly. "House Rule #8: Little Girls are not allowed to say bad words, or adult-only words." "And... are you an adult?" "No, Daddy, I am a very Little Girl." "And what happens to Little Girls who break House Rules?" "Punishment." "Excuse me, Little Girl, but is that a full sentence?" Daddy asks leaning over trembling Darling, sitting there on the cold toilet seat. "No, Daddy. I am sorry, Daddy. Little Girls who break house rules get punishment from Daddy." "Yes, that is correct, Little Girl. Let me see, today I heard you say, `dammit', `shit', and `fucking'. Are these appropriate words for Little Girls, Darling?" Daddy says while unbuckling his belt. Darling trembles harder, "No Daddy, those are not appropriate words for Little Girls to say." "Even when Daddy is not around to hear it?" Daddy says, unzipping his pants. Darling begins to relax, thinking that punishment might just be a blow job. Even this far into their marriage, Darling still does not understand the full extent of her Daddy's creativity, and control. "Little Girls are not allowed to say bad words even when Daddy is not around to hear it." Daddy frees his hardening cock from his pants and taking one hand, grabs his Darling by the jaw, using strong fingers to force the jaw to hinge open and roughly impales her face on his cock. Pushing his dick firmly and completely all the way into the gullet of her throat. Now taking the hand that was at her jaw, he swiftly moves to pinch her nose shut, thereby cutting off her oxygen supply while he continues to lecture her. "Daddy wants a clean, pretty mouth for his Little Girl. But since you have decided to use nasty words, naughty words that Little Girls should not use, then, Darling, you will take my cock and choke on it if you like nasty things in your mouth so much. I had better...not ever" and with each sentence, each `ever, not ever,' Daddy pushes his dick and slams it down her throat again while her face reddens in suffocation. Daddy releases his grip from her nose but does not withdraw his dick, forcing Darling to rapidly inhale much needed oxygen only through her nose. Without a beat, Daddy begins fucking her mouth in earnest, roughly and meanly, without any regard to her pleasure or experience. "Nasty little baby girl. I am displeased with your potty mouth, you little naughty bitch." He says, pounding into her face, grabbing her pigtails with both hands like reigns, forcing her to take more of his cock than he knows she likes, deep throating her again and again, slamming her face and body onto his cock and pulling back, sometimes almost all the way and then again, forcing his dick deep into the recesses of her throat. With a low groan, Daddy begins to feel his cum boiling to the surface and into his Little Girl's mouth. "Ah, ah, ah, little nasty girls do not deserve Daddy's cum." And with that, Daddy pulls roughly out, cumming in long, ropey spurts all over his Little Girl's face, her hair, her eyes and her chin. Darling closes her eyes and attempts to lick from her lips whatever lands there, but there isn't much that actually gets on her mouth. After some time, Daddy jerks his cock a few more times onto his Little Girl's face, pushing the head of his dick against the only dry spot to clean the rest away from the tip of the head. Daddy takes a moment to center himself then instructs, "Don't move a muscle. Your punishment is not over, not by a long shot." Daddy pulls up his pants, zips them up, and buckles his belt, slowly and carefully, heedless of the now cooling and congealing cum all over Darling's face. Reaching over to the sink counter top, Daddy grabs a fresh bar of soap, unwrapping a new one. Slowly peeling off the layers of wax paper, Daddy makes one command, "Open your mouth." Fully cowed, Darling opens her mouth only to jump and squeak when she realizes a bar of soap has been placed there. Making faces of disgust and moaning in dismay, Daddy's Little Girl is quite the sight in her pink, frilly dress and pink bow, with cum on her face. The cum is dripping onto the outfit below in addition to a bar of soap poking out from between her nasty, little lips. Her lovely little face is a ruin of misery and abject humiliation. "You sit there with that soap in your mouth, and if I ever hear another nasty word come out of you, you will be eating soap morning, noon, and night." Daddy says, roughly tugging on a nipple to Darling's chagrin and embarrassment. "Five minutes with the soap, and after I give you permission to spit it out, you may go back to the kitchen and clean up the mess you caused. Do you understand me, Little Girl? Are we on the same page now?" Darling can only nod, thinking to herself that it will be a very long time before she says any bad words, indeed. *************************************** Your feedback means so much to me. Please reach me at: opheliasfever(at)gmail.com