Molly was sitting on the kitchen floor tapping a wooden spoon on some pots and pans while Daddy roamed around the room planning their dinner. She sat cross legged, wearing nothing but a nightie and her favorite matching cotton panties. Daddy was very distracted and she didn’t like it.
“Daddy can I have some ice cream?” she asked him as he opened the same cupboard for the third time.
“No, honey, I’m about to make us dinner,” he replied. “You’ll have to wait till after.”
“But Daddy, want ice cream for dinner!” she insisted.
“Silly baby, ice cream isn’t an appropriate dinner for a growing girl.”
“I don’t care! I want ice cream!” Molly demanded.
“Hey now, young lady. Don’t you take that tone with me!” Daddy spun around looking her dead in the eye.
Molly stuck out her tongue and rolled her eyes. She knew she could get a rise out of him.
“That’s enough, little girl!” And with that he turned back around and began to chop vegetables.
Molly was dissatisfied by this response. She decided to get the ice cream herself. She was a big girl; she didn’t need permission. As quietly as she could, she tiptoed to the fridge and opened the freezer. Daddy heard the door open and turned just in time to see her pulling out the carton of ice cream.
“Molly!” he snapped, shocking her and causing her to drop the ice cream on the floor, sending a little of it to scatter onto the wood floor. “God damn it, young lady, put that away and clean this up right now!”
Molly was immediately miffed. How dare he! It’s his fault the ice cream spilled in the first place. She grumbled to herself as she stuffed the carton back into the freezer and wiped the spill up with a paper towel, all under the watchful eye of one very fed-up Daddy.
“Now sit your butt back down and don’t let me hear another peep out of you until dinner is ready.” Daddy commanded. Her temper was boiling slowly. She knew exactly how she’d get back at him.
She sat down carefully, as he’d asked, on her knees with her feet tucked under her bum. As soon as Daddy turned back to preparing dinner, she spread her knees apart as far as she could until her butt was on the floor and her feet were behind her. One last glance at Daddy before she began her plan confirmed that he wouldn’t be turning round at least long enough for execution. She lifted up the top of her nightie, taking a moment to admire how cute her panties looked against the fabric of the night gown underneath her. She wanted to have a good view of what she was about to do.
It took a few seconds and a tiny bit of concentration, but after a bit, a gentle flow of warm liquid spread over her little kitty. It soaked through and onto her nightie beneath her. Before long, a pale yellow puddle was expanding outward from between her legs.
Noticing the suspicious compliance with his request for silence, Daddy glanced back to see his little girl willfully peeing herself all over the kitchen floor.
“Molly, stop that right now!” Daddy yelled, scaring Molly’s stream to a torrent, quickly emptying what little was left in her bladder. “Get up!” He moved to her, grabbing her arm and pulling her up in one swift, rough motion. Once she was standing he jerked her panties to her thighs and delivered three solid smacks to her bare ass before pulling them back up and spinning her around to look at him. “Go stand silently in that corner until dinner is ready or so help me you’ll be going to bed hungry.”
Molly touched the front of the now cold fabric of her panties and walked to the corner, trying not to cry. She almost immediately regretted messing with Daddy now. She decided to obey, and didn’t make any more noise until he finished cleaning her mess and making dinner, and came back to tap her on the shoulder.
“Are you ready for dinner, Pumpkin?” he asked her tenderly, gently rubbing her red and stinging booty through her wet panties. She nodded. “Would you like to get changed first?” He moved her panties to the side and slipped a finger in what he knew would be a soaking wet kitty, and not just with pee. She nodded.
Daddy took her hand and guided her to their bedroom. He quickly chose her a new set of pajamas, and a different kind of panties. The kind of panties she and Daddy refer to as her “little girl panties.”
“Little girls who can’t keep their panties dry go back into pullups, right sweetie?” Daddy taunted her playfully, laying the clothes out on the bed. He helped her out of her wet undies and nightie, then hoisted her onto the bed to admire her soft, naked body. His hands found their way back between her thighs, playing with the silky wetness between her folds. Molly squirmed at his touch.
Daddy felt his pants grow tighter around his erection. He probed his finger inside her while fumbling to undo his pants with one hand, unwilling to stop touching his little girl. His cock fell out of the opening of his boxers, ready to bury itself deep inside Molly’s quivering sex. His dick soon took the place of his fingers, forcing tiny, shy moans out of Molly’s lips. This encouraged him to pick up the pace.
“Do you like this, Princess?” he cooed to her. “Do you want to cum for Daddy?”
“Y-yes,” her words came out broken. Daddy felt so good inside her.
He placed his thumb right above her clit, massaging her gently. “I want you to apologize to me first, little girl.”
“I-I’m sorry,” she breathed.
“Tell me why you’re sorry, baby.” Daddy started thrusting slower, but harder. “Tell me what you did to be such a naughty girl.”
“I’m sorry I wet my panties, Daddy.” Molly’s words sounded small and bashful. She was humiliated, in the best way.
“That’s right, baby. You’re a dirty little brat who loves to piss her panties, aren’t you?” Daddy quickened the pace again, feeling her muscles clamp down, close to climax.
She couldn’t even respond. The urge to cum overwhelmed her, and ecstasy washed over her as she came, feeling Daddy fill her up shortly after.
“That’s my good girl,” Daddy praised her. They caught their breath and got dressed to go enjoy the dinner Daddy had made. And of course, some ice cream after.
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