Sara Jean
The morning starts like most of my mornings these days. I wake up overjoyed at the state of my life.
Seven and a half months of a wonderful Daddy and seven months of being a happy little girl make my mornings beautiful. So much has changed for me. My first semester in college ends in two weeks. I’ve been promoted to a shift supervisor at the diner and the manager is planning to train me, to promote me again when I’ve got my associates degree. It’s as if I’m living a dream and it’s all because of Jackson. I wake up and roll to my side. I see him there on the bed next to me and glance at the clock.
The alarm will ring in twenty minutes. I decide on a better way to wake him up.
I have my mouth on him for about two minutes, before he wakes up almost startled, as he always does, and then lets out a low moan and a gasp. I always feel such a delicious thrill when I wake him this way, which happens often enough to delight him, but not often enough for him to expect it. Usually, when he sleeps over or I sleep at his place, he wakes before me. I know part of the thrill has to do with me being in control, even though I’m the little girl. It’s fun to know that Daddy is sometimes putty in his little girl’s hands.
My mind wanders, though, as I think about everything happening in my life. I’m a homeowner now. Jackson finally got me to overcome my fear of taking the first steps in college. I’m not spending my life wishing I had a different life. I’m living the life I want and taking steps to accomplish things I’ve always wanted to accomplish. It’s wonderful and I owe it all to the way Jackson inspires me. It makes the blowjob a hell of lot more… Oh, I don’t know the right word. Maybe worshipful works.
When he finishes, I keep up the stimulation while he squirms and finally pushes me away. Then, I giggle like crazy and he grabs me and tickles me just as crazily. He’s merciless, and by the time he finally stops I’m almost crazy. Then, he carries me to the shower and a short while later, we’re both drying off and getting dressed.
It’s another wonderful morning with the man I love.
The man I love.
I… I love him.
The realization comes to me in an absolutely shocking way, and I don’t even know how to handle it. I am in love, and it is so much different from… Well, I have been in love with being in love for so long. The need consumed me and then Jackson came along and I am so fulfilled that need went away. Now I understand in a moment of powerful realization that the need went away because it is filled. I am in love.
My God!
I almost say the words to him but I can’t muster up the courage. Surely, after seven and a half months, it’s okay to say the words, but for some reason, though, I can’t. Instead, I’m just my normal sweet self, only a little distracted. When we’re both dressed, we make our way to the couch and sit for our morning ritual.
I guess some people might call it a morning routine. We go over the plans for the day. I’m doing my shift at the diner and then I’ll be studying. He makes me repeat nine or ten times that I’m worthwhile and I deserve to achieve my goals.
When it comes time to talk about things he thinks I need to improve he says, “Little girl, I’m so proud with your progress. I still need you to work on trusting yourself. I heard you doing homework last night and you kept saying mean things to yourself.”
He's right. I’m hypercritical of myself.
“Next time, before you speak, I want you think about something.”
“Okay, Daddy,” I say.
“If your friend… what’s that girl from the diner?”
“Tabitha?”
“If Tabitha and you were studying, and she messed up a question, would you tell her she was a stupid idiot?”
“Oh God, no, Daddy!” I say, “That would…” I realize the point he’s making and I finish with a flat, you-got-me tone, “would be cruel.”
He smiles. “Well, you shouldn’t be cruel to yourself, either. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir!” I say as I straighten up and give him a military salute.
He chuckles and says, “That’s cute, little girl but I’m serious. I want you to submit how you talk about yourself. I want you to make it one of the things I can encourage you with.”
I press my lips together. “And punish me, too, right?”
Jackson nods.
I don’t say anything for a long while and then I finally say, “Okay Daddy.”
“Good girl,” he says as he leans forward and kisses my forehead.
“I might never be able to sit down again,” I mope.
He chuckles and says, “I haven’t spanked you yet but this is definitely the kind of thing that would lead to a spanking.” A delicious thrill of terror runs through me at the thought of him spanking me.
He kisses me again and says, “Okay, darling girl. I have to head out now but what do you say when you get off work you come over and we’ll watch a movie, popcorn and candy and soda and everything right here in Jackson’s Super Cinema.”
I giggle and kiss him all over his face. “Yay, Daddy! Yay!”
I spend the morning excited about the rest of the day. I study, too, and I send him a proud text telling him I studied before work, so I could watch the movie without worrying about it. He sends me a text back telling me he’s proud of me and he’ll have to pick an extra special movie.
I fly through my shift until close to the end.
That’s when the police officer from my hometown arrives.
He’s off duty but I see his stack of papers on the table, and I see my name.
I ask my manager if I can work a double and he lets me. I send a text to Jackson saying I’m stuck at work and I try to be inconspicuous.
It doesn’t work. The officer arrests me at midnight after I leave the diner.