The Loving Daddy

All people in this poem are at least 18 years of age.

Alone,
there's an empty feeling in here.
She's not used to being on her own.
She sits by the window
waiting.
He pulls in the driveway.
The relief floods her body, she runs
to greet Him at the door.
He scoops her up in His big strong
arms.
Oh, how she missed Him!
He kisses her eager mouth, her body,
slightly trembling.
He's here, she feels secure again, warm.
He sits in His chair as she curls in his lap, wrapping her arms around his
neck.
She listens about His day, her eyes shining with devotion.
She knows what time it is, laying across His knees.
He delivers her daily spanking, firmly,
pausing to rub her tender bottom after every lick.
She thanks Him for each one, tears sliding silently down her little cheeks.
She knows He must remind her every day, to be a good girl.
Although it hurts, she knows its purely for her own good, because He cares for her.
When He's finished, she kneels before
him.
She reaches for his pants, pulling out His rigid manhood, kissing it tenderly in worship.
He pushing her down onto it, loving the sound of her gagging, sounding like music to Him.
He pulls her up, watching the strings of her sweet saliva attached to his tip.
Her tear stained face never being as beautiful as when they do this.
He picks her up , impaling her on His thick rod.
She squeals with pleasure, begging Him for more.
Her world is consumed by her need for Him to be deep inside her, filling her completely.
Their feverish consummation, reaching its peak, she pleads for release.
He allows her and her body explodes with sensations of the sweetest pleasure.
Her climax pushes Him over the edge,
His seed erupting into her furthest reaches.
They collapse together, and slip into oblivion, her head on His chest.
This is beautiful, truly a pair to be envied,
a loving Daddy, and his adoring Little Girl.