Becoming Daddy’s Good Girl 6: Good Girl’s Naughty Bath

Becoming Daddy’s Good Girl
Chapter Six: Good Girl’s Naughty Bath
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

I trembled as I faced my mother. She stood in the entrance to the house, her arms folded beneath her breasts, her long hair gathered in a braid that was a twin for mine. She wore her typical, conservative dress, looking like a fifty’s housewife.

I was naked. My eighteen-year-old body was covered in the silvery streaks of dried cum. Daddy stood behind me. We had just returned from the private dungeon owned by one of Daddy’s friends. There—before a dozen other Master’s and their slave girls of various ages, including a few my age—I had been flogged, canned, and spanked before every man there fucked me and came on me.

It was all to prove I was Daddy’s good girl. In the two weeks since Mom had left to take care of her aging parents, I had fulfilled all her roles in the house. I cooked all the meals, kept the house clean, and performed her wifely duties.

I fucked Daddy and I loved it.

I was his sex slave now. I proved it today. I was good and finally had earned the right to wear a choker, my slave collar. I was supposed to get it when we returned home. But all my joy had evaporated when I saw Mom.

She was home a week early.

She knew Daddy was my lover.

She would be furious. It was incest. It was cheating. She would be furious with Daddy. She would call the police and file for divorce and everything would be ruined. Why couldn’t she just stay with Grandma and Grandpa and my stupid sister Alice. Why did she have to come back?

Tears beaded my eyes. I trembled. I should say something, anything, but what could I say?

“Well, that’s it?” Mom asked, arching an eyebrow. “That’s how you greet your mother after not seeing her for two weeks?”

I blinked then my jaw dropped.

“I thought I raised you better than that,” she said.

“So did I,” rumbled Daddy.

I glanced back at him. He wore a pair of blue jeans and a leather vest that left his bare chest half-exposed. He was muscular and covered in barbwire tattoos. Fiery tattoos covered his arms like sleeves, and a naked woman, kneeling, a collar about her throat adorned his arm. He was so sexy and handsome. I loved him so much.

And there was disappointment in his eyes.

I swallowed. “I-it’s nice to see you, Mom.”

“No hug? No kiss on the cheek?” My mom shook her head. “I’m sorry, Sir, for not raising her better.”

“You’ve done a fine job,” Daddy answered. Then he gave my ass a smack.

I yelped. My ass was a mass of bruises from being spanked and caned. My entire back hurt from the flogging. I took a step forward, trembling, then swallowed and approached my mom. I glanced at her, biting my lip, afraid she would turn into a monster, that this apparent acceptance was all a ruse to trick me.

I hugged her, stood on my toes, and gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek. Her arms went around me, resting on my lower back. When I tried to break away, she wouldn’t let go. I squirmed, swallowing, wondering what she would do to me.

“I think you can give me a better kiss than that, all things considered.” She had a wicked smile on her lips that definitely was at odds with her fifty’s housewife look. “I mean, you’ve sucked your daddy’s cock after all.”

“Mom,” I gasped and blushed. Hearing her say it was so embarrassing. I squirmed in her arms.

“I heard you and Sun enjoying his cock last weekend.” She gave a wicked giggle. “Mmm, it was so hot fingering my cunt while hearing you suck and bob on his dick. And it was such naughty sounds the two of you made.”

That was last Saturday. Sun, my best friend and now lover, had spent the night. Daddy showed us his dungeon Friday night then on Saturday, he took us to the mall were he teased us with vibrators and fucked me in the ass in public. But before we went shopping, we sucked his cock while he had phone sex with Mom.

“I can’t believe you heard us,” I groaned, even more embarrassed.

“Oh, you blush prettily. Now give your mom a proper kiss.”

Before I could move, her lips bent down and seized mine. I stiffened. Her lips were so soft yet hungry. Her hands tightened on my burning back, pulling my naked, cum-stained body close to hers. She moaned, her tongue brushing my lips. I squirmed more, so aware that Daddy watched us.

My pussy boiled with excitement. My arms tightened about my mom and I kissed her back. Our tongues met. My eyes closed. I became so aware of the swell of her large breasts through her blouse. I sighed, my pussy growing hotter and hotter, my hips undulating, pressing against her.

And then she broke the kiss. “Ooh, that’s more like it.” She pressed her forehead against mine, the tips of our noses brushing. “I missed you. I’m so glad you took care of your daddy while I was gone. I’m so proud of you, Melody.”

“You are?”

“She needs a bath, slave,” Daddy said, walking up beside us. Mom broke away and then threw her arms around Daddy’s neck and kissed him.

My eyes widened at the passion of it. Mom melted against Daddy. She clung to him like I did, with all the desperate desire of a schoolgirl. And Daddy responded. He kissed her hard. His hands seized her ass, squeezing it like it was his property.

It was. Mom was his slave. She wore a choker around her neck, a heart-shaped pendant dangling from it. She had worn it every day that I could remember. Sometimes I wondered if she took it off to sleep. It was the symbol of her submission.

And soon I would get my own.

Disappointment soured through me. I hoped I would be Daddy’s new slave, replacing Mom, but it was clear that he loved her so much. I blinked away tears as they kept kissing and kissing and kissing, Mom grinding on him like a wanton whore in heat.

Finally, the broke the kiss. Mom panted. “Two weeks. I missed you so much, Sir. So much.”

“I know.” He stroked her braid—Daddy liked braids, he used mine as a leash. “I missed you, slave.”

“Even with Melody here?” Mom had a mischievous smile on her lips.

“Even with Melody.” He glanced at me. “Though she was such a sweet distraction.”

That was it? Just a distraction? I squirmed, fighting tears.

“Oh, don’t say it like that,” Mom said. “Look at her, you’re breaking her heart. You loved every second of her submission, didn’t you, Sir?”

“Careful,” Daddy said, his voice stern.

“Sir,” she said, her voice tight. “Show your daughter how much you love her and how much her submission has meant to you.”

“Are you giving me an order, slave?”

She flashed a sweet smile. “Never, Sir, just wifely advice. But if you felt I went too far, I will go fetch the belt or cane or paddle and you can discipline me right now.”

Daddy groaned then broke away. He walked over to me and lifted my chin, staring into my eyes. “I love your mother.”

I nodded my head, tears built in the corners of my eyes, crested, then fell down my cheeks.

“But that doesn’t me I don’t love you as much.” His strong thumb brushed away my tear. “Watching you obey, watching you transform into my good girl has been wonderful. I cherished every second of it. So don’t cry. And don’t think it ends. You and your mother will both serve me from now on.”

“Together,” Mom said, her voice as excited as a teenager’s. “I’ve been dreaming of this since I delivered you and Alice.”

“Alice, too?” I gasped. “But she’s so…”

“Bad?” Daddy grinned. “We’ll straighten her out.”

Then he kissed me. And it was as wonderful as the kiss he shared with mom. I could tell. Just as much passion. I trembled in his arms. He held me. So strong. His lips were rough, the opposite of Mom’s. I closed my eyes and let myself get lost to his love.

Daddy still loved me. I was still his good girl.

Daddy broke the kiss, a hint of a smile on his lips. “June, I believe I commanded you to bathe my new slave.”

“You did, Sir. And it was horrible of me to delay.” Mom took my hand. “Come on, sweetie. You are covered in cum. Lucky slut.”

I blushed again. It was so weird. I let Mom lead me away from Daddy. I threw a look over my shoulder at him. He watched us both, his cock straining his jeans. He wanted this. Mother and daughter sharing incestuous passion and serving him.

What a wicked Daddy.

My pussy grew hotter, juices trickling down my thighs, as Mom led me by the hand upstairs to the Master Bathroom. I had come to think of it as mine, just like the Master Bedroom. She nodded in approval when she saw how clean it was.

“Boy, Daddy really spanked you hard,” she said in the bathroom. She admired my ass. “What a delicious shade. Purple and red. I bet it hurts.”

“So much.”

“And you love it, right?”

I nodded my head. “It reminds me that I was his good girl and submitted.”

“And you’re a masochist just like your mom.” She smiled. “Two weeks and not spanked once. It’s been torture. And your sister…”

“Where is Alice?”

“At Donna’s. She’s spending the night. Out of our hair.” My mom paused. “We’ll need your help to break her in.