Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
Daddy’s shop has a lot of rules. Like a lot. “Don’t touch the buttons on the lift,” “Don’t mess with the air compressor,” “Put the tools back where they belong.” On and on; seriously, how is one little girl supposed to know and remember all of Daddy’s silly rules every time she wants to visit his workshop? He says the shop can be a dangerous place for curious girls, and all of the rules are to protect me and keep me safe, but honestly, I just think he makes them up so he can spank me whenever he feels like it.
For example, the day I waltzed into his shop and stopped in my tracks. A colorful eruption of sparkles exploded in front of Daddy as he hunched over the bench. The sparks were so bright they made him look like a dark shadow as he worked under a big helmet. My feet started bringing me closer, mesmerized by how the bright lights danced off every surface around him. Because I wasn’t looking where I was going, my foot kicked something heavy on the floor, and the clang caught Daddy’s attention. His helmet-covered head snapped in my direction, and the sparks stopped immediately. I could tell just by his posture I was in trouble.
Upsetting The Welder
I blinked over and over, trying to clear my blurry vision as the upset welder grabbed me by the elbow. I’m pretty sure it was Daddy. Who else would be in his workshop, using his equipment? But because of the heavy mask covering his face, goosebumps tingled along my skin as I wondered if maybe it was someone else. “I’m sorry!” I started to apologize without really knowing what for as the big welder man pressed me into the dirty workbench. I could feel the grubby surface smearing grease and things across my tummy and tiny crop top. He pinned me in place with his thigh and yanked off his heavy gloves. As soon as I saw his hands, I knew, yes, this was Daddy, and Daddy was mad at me for some reason!
Quickly, he pulled free a zip tie from a bag on his workbench and cinched my elbows together behind my back. “What did I do?” I whined as he squatted and pulled my ankles apart to zip-tie them to the legs of the bench. My feet were now so far apart, and without the use of my hands, I had to rely on my ribs pressed to the edge of the bench to hold my weight.
“Do you know how dangerous it is to be around spatter without proper eye protection? Not to mention clothing that covers your body?” I couldn’t tell where he was looking because of the mask still covering his face, but I felt his calloused hand rub up my bare inner thigh. The tiny skirt I wore barely covered my panties, never mind my legs.
“But I missed you and,” SMACK! Pain bloomed in my ass cheek and shocked straight to my clit. The workbench bit into my skin as I flinched and yelped from the shock of the spank.
“I think Kaykay needs a lesson in patience,”
“I think Kaykay needs a lesson in patience,” Daddy spoke low, making his voice husky and dark. “When I’m welding, you can’t be here without the right gear.” His hand kneaded the handprint he’d left in my ass, and looking over my shoulder; I watched his other hand unzip his coveralls. He shrugged till the coveralls fell to his hip, and I was shocked to see his bare chest under them. Daddy fisted his cock and pulled it free to stroke it behind me. I struggled against the zip ties, wanting to stroke him or to suck him. I wanted to do anything but be forced to watch.
“Untie me,” I demanded with a pout, eyes glued to where he was stroking his now rock-hard cock. “Please?” I blinked up at the dark mask in time to see Daddy shake his head.
“I don’t think so. You should have closed the door and come back later, but you have no patience.” I fought not to roll my eyes, but I failed. He must have seen because his free hand gripped the top of my panties and yanked them high up my asscrack and between my poor soaked pussy lips. The fabric ground against my throbbing clit with every struggle I made. Moans and whines fell from my lips as Daddy chuckled and stepped back, still stroking his now-dripping cock. “No, I think I’m gonna just leave you right there and use you as my little muse. Jerking off on your tight ass every time you distract me till I finish working for the day.”
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