New School, New Life

"I don't know how you're going to get flannel nighties if you can't take your own credit card with you."

"What? Don't you like them, Daddy?"

"I think you're going to be sleeping in something much more sexy, tonight."

"OK, you're the boss!"

"Yes, I am..."
Shopping was hell. I thought it would be fun, and it really should have been, but I was desperately horny, and Daddy was teasing me. I'd brush up against him at ever chance. I'd stroke his cock when we couldn't be seen, and eventually even when we could. Apparently, though, the fact that he'd come three times more in the past day than in the past two years had given him more staying power than I now had. He knew what I wanted, and he was dragging it out. We had to go to a dozen stores, we bought two more dresses, a pair of skirts, half a dozen tops, two pairs of shoes, stockings (holdups and the type that needed suspenders), suspenders, a corset, panties and bras, and a couple of baby doll nighties.

I finally had an idea.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, sweetie."

"You know you told me that I couldn't get myself off?"

"I had to to get my clitty back in my panties this morning."

"You disobeyed me?"

"Yes Daddy."

That was the end of shopping. He dragged me back to the car and we made it back to the hotel in record time.

In our room, he dropped all the bags on the floor, and ordered me: "Come here."

"Take off my belt."

I did, fumbling at the buckle.

"Give it to me." I did. "Now turn around and put your hands on the bed."

I obeyed, and he moved up behind me. "Straighten your legs." He started to stroke my ass.

"You disobeyed me."

"Yes, Daddy."

"You need to be taught a lesson."

"Yes, Daddy."

"I'm going to strap you, and I expect you to count the strokes."

"Yes, Daddy."