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  As the park was closing down for the night, Peter and Julie stopped in the gigantic gift store right before the exit. It was obvious to Peter what Julie was going to want: there was a line of tiny stuffed kittens that were the right size for cuddling, each wrapped in a pastel-colored blanket. When Peter told her she could pick out something to take home with her, she immediately went to grab one. She spent a while studying the faces of the different stuffed cats, as if she were assessing their personalities. He shook his head as he watched this. She was just too cute. He couldn’t stand it.

  When they had purchased the kitten and the clerk had wrapped it up in a pink bag with a big bow and handed it to Julie, who was still bouncy despite the late hour of the evening, they turned to head back to the car. As they were about to leave, Julie noticed something else of interest.

  “Daddy,” she said excitedly, “look at this!”

  Peter turned to see what Julie was looking at. It was a shelf full of cat ears and tails, each color coordinated to match a different character.

  “You’re always calling me your kitten, aren’t you?” Julie asked, looking up at her daddy with big eyes.

  Peter had to agree. He did think of Julie as being kitten-like much of the time. Tiny, cute, mischievous: they were all kitten traits. The way that she nuzzled him with her face reminded him of a cat. The strange positions that she fell into when sleeping were catlike, too.

  Peter picked up one of the tails. It had a wide pink ribbon attached to it. It was obviously meant to be laced through belt loops or tied around the waist, but Peter had other plans for it.

  “Yes. You are my little kitten, aren’t you?” Peter said with a grin. “Why don’t you pick out the ears and tail that you like the best?”

  Julie happily busied herself deciding on what color cat she would be. Ultimately, she decided on the white set, with pink bows. Peter took them to the counter and paid for them.

  As they walked to the car, Peter leaned in close, telling Julie that they were going to have to make one more stop before they went back to Palm Oasis.

  “And remember,” he told her as they stood on the escalator, “you have a surprise when we get home, since you’ve been a very good girl today.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Julie knelt on the floor in front of Peter, still dressed in her lavender dress from earlier in the day. She felt like she should be tired and spent from having run around the park all day today, but she still felt like she was pulsing with energy.

  She could not remember a time in her life when she had been happier. Peter took care of her and kept her safe, but more than that, he knew her. He knew what she wanted and needed and he didn’t think less of her for it. Instead, he seemed to love the parts of her that she used to think of as weaknesses: her childishness, her vulnerability.

  She looked up at her handsome daddy. His face seemed younger now than it had when she first met him. His eyes seemed to have some sparkle in them that wasn’t there before. She realized that she felt the same way about Peter as he did about her. That there wasn’t anything about him that didn’t make her smile. The things that used to seem annoying about him, how he was such a stickler for rules and cared about things that just didn’t matter to Julie, now seemed like an endearing part of his personality.

  I guess this is what love actually is, she thought. It mattered to her that these feelings had flourished in a private place, where it didn’t matter what her friends thought of the relationship. She had never felt the need to show off to the world how good he was. She had never Instagrammed a picture of the two of them kissing or made a status update about how wonderful Peter was. Kneeling in front of Peter, she was aware that they both knew what they meant to each other. And that was enough.

  Peter reached out and traced the edge of Julie’s face with his finger. “What is my pretty little kitten thinking about?” he asked.

  Julie looked down coyly. “I’m just thinking about how much I love you, and what a lucky girl I am that I found you,” she told him, staring at the carpet as she spoke.

  Peter used one finger to lift her chin, making her meet his eyes. They were filled with so much affection. A smile spread across Julie’s face.

  “I never knew that you were exactly what I needed,” he began. “My work had always been the only thing that gave me a purpose. I wanted something to take care of, so I took care of the town. And I’m still going to keep doing that, but I’m so glad that now I have my beautiful little girl to take care of, too.”

  He kissed Julie gently on the forehead, then stood up. As he stood, he offered her his hand and helped her to her feet.

  Peter then leaned in and whispered in her ear, “And now it’s time that you get rewarded for being such a good girl today,” he told her.

  “I feel like this whole day was a reward!” she giggled.

  “Well, what can I say?” Peter teased. “I enjoy spoiling my little princess.”

  Standing behind Julie, he started to fondle her body through the thin material of her dress. Her nipples hardened immediately, as his teasing touch caressed them through the fabric. She squirmed, trying to will his hands to travel lower on her body.

  And they did. They ventured down her lithe form, gently handling each part of her. Finally, they reached the line of her panties. Peter lifted the skirt of her dress and gently ran a teasing finger across the front of them, working its way down to the area between her legs.

  Julie instantly spread her legs, welcoming his touch, but he didn’t explore further. Instead, he took a step back from her.

  “Arms up,” he instructed.

  Julie lifted her arms in the air over her head as her daddy lifted her dress away. Being dressed and undressed by Peter made her feel so young and taken care of, but it also made her feel embarrassingly exposed, no matter how many times he saw her naked. Her face was always warm, and she always felt a conflict between whether or not she wanted to wantonly spread her legs, since she so desired his touch, or if she wanted to curl into herself and shyly hide her most intimate areas.

  Peter didn’t give her much of a choice, though. “Turn to me,” he said.

  Julie did as she was told, letting her pert little breasts come into view.

  His hands reached out and gripped them, gently pinching her nipples between two fingers. Julie felt a surge of heat in her pussy as her desire for Peter’s body grew stronger.

  Casting her eyes down, she could see the outline of his cock through his jeans. It was hard as a rock, and practically begging to be freed from the tight-fitting denim.

  “Lower your panties,” Peter told Julie, “slowly.”

  Julie obeyed the sheriff’s orders, teasingly rolling down her cotton kitty-printed panties to expose her pubic mound. She kept her legs spread a bit so that her pink pussy was properly displayed as she did.

  “Good girl,” Peter told her. He turned around and came back with something. It was her kitty ears from the theme park. He removed the pink bow from her hair and replaced it with the fuzzy white ears.

  Julie trilled her tongue, attempting to purr. She looked up at her daddy and balled her hand into a fist, like a paw and pretended to lick it, letting her tongue teasingly suggest what else it could do.

  Peter grinned at her. “I got you a tail today, too, didn’t I?” he asked.

  Julie nodded, feeling the ears move slightly as she did.

  Peter turned away and returned with a paper bag. “I don’t think that tying this around your waist is going to be the best way to hold your tail in place. So, this is what I ran into the sex store for.”

  On the way back to Palm Oasis, Peter had stopped at a sex toys superstore. Julie had stayed in the car, because she wanted to be surprised by what he was going to buy. Peter had agreed to this, only if she kept the doors locked and promised not to go anywhere. She wasn’t worried, though; the likelihood of anyone she knew showing up at a sex shop parking lot on the edge of Los Angeles was extremely unlikely. Besides, all her old frie
nds had really boring sex lives.

  Julie was pretty sure she knew what would be in the bag, but she couldn’t wait to see, anyway.

  Peter reached in and pulled out a sparkly pink butt plug with a loop on the end.

  Just seeing it made Julie’s pussy throb. She had loved the feeling of Peter’s fingers when he had bathed her and explored her bottom hole, and she had craved it ever since.

  “Do you like it?” he asked.

  She smiled. “Yes, daddy. I like it a lot.”

  “I’m glad,” he told her. “Now get down on your hands and knees.”

  Julie knelt down, then bent forward so she was on all fours. She arched her back to thrust her bottom back toward Peter.

  “Good girl,” he praised. “Stay.”

  Julie remained in position, apprehension building as he left the room. He returned with the bottle of lubricant from the bathroom.

  Julie tried to keep her eyes forward as she heard Peter doing something with it behind her. Finally, she felt his slippery, lube-covered finger rubbing the outside of her bottom hole.

  “Mmmmm,” she moaned.

  Peter began to trace circles around it, applying a little pressure. Then he began to nudge against the ring of muscles there, until finally his finger slipped inside of her.

  “Oh!” she squealed, suddenly feeling filled.

  Peter began to gently move it back and forth, making Julie feel hornier and hornier as he did.

  She felt relieved when Peter’s left hand reached around and found her clit, rubbing gently there. It relieved some of the pressure that was building and made endorphins rush to her head.

  “Ohhhhh, daddy!” she whinnied, caught up in pleasure.

  Peter began to finger her bottom a little bit more quickly, and she found herself rocking back and forth, grinding herself against his finger.

  Then, suddenly, he withdrew it. Julie’s body took a second to get used to the emptiness there. Her bottom hole still felt slippery inside.

  Then, she felt something else gently probing against her.

  “This is going to feel different than my finger,” Peter warned her as he positioned the plug against her closed hole. “It might hurt a little.”

  “I’m ready,” Julie told him. She wanted to know how it would feel.

  Peter began to gently insert the lubricated tip of the plug into her hole. It felt so much larger than his finger, and the feeling of being stretched there was surprising.

  The plug had looked small when she had seen it held in Peter’s hand earlier, but now it felt so much larger as it seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, stretching her bottom hole further and further.

  She felt her pussy grow dripping wet as the stretching feeling started to hurt a little bit.

  Julie let out a whimper.

  “It’s almost in, kitten,” Peter comforted her. “You’re being such a good girl!”

  Then, with a little bit of a burning sensation, the widest part of the plug made its way into Julie’s tight little hole. Her muscles clamped down around the neck.

  She had never felt so filled in her life.

  “I own this little hole, don’t I, little girl,” Peter growled into her ear as he pushed against the base of the butt plug, pushing it even deeper into her.

  “Yes, daddy,” Julie whimpered.

  “Lean down on your elbows. I want your bottom high in the air and on display,” he instructed.

  Julie did as she was told, feeling very exposed and vulnerable as she did. And horny. It took all her willpower to keep her fingers away from her clit.

  She felt Peter gently lace the ribbon through the loop on the butt plug, tying her tail in place. “There,” he told her, “my kitten has a tail. Give it a little wiggle.”

  Julie blushed, but she shook her butt, trying to make the tail move. It did, swaying back and forth, but the plug inside her felt a little bit funny as she did.

  “You’ll do better if you grip the plug when you do it, I bet,” Peter suggested.

  Julie crinkled her nose. That didn’t exactly sound like fun to her. Still, she did as she was told, tightening the muscles in her bottom hole around the plug. It made it feel so much larger in her, and just the motion made her pussy even wetter. She could feel wetness starting to work its way down her leg.

  She again swayed her hips, wiggling her bottom. Her tail moved back and forth. It obviously pleased Peter.

  “That’s so cute, I don’t know what to do with you,” he told her. “Well,” he added. “I do have a few ideas.”

  “Do you?” Julie teased, wiggling again, her bottom still thrust high in the air. She knew what she wanted, and what this position would be very good for.

  “You look so cute with your pink hair and your pink bow on your tail,” Peter told her. “But there’s another part of you that would look good pink, too.”

  “Are you going to spank me?” Julie asked quietly. Usually, she dreaded being spanked, although some part of her also craved it, knowing that she needed it. Now, the thought of Peter’s strong hand against her bare, vulnerable, upturned bottom was delightful.

  His only response was to give her a hard smack.

  She yelped with surprise. The smack jolted the plug inside her just a little bit.

  Another slap landed, making her gasp this time. The feeling of being spanked with the plug inside and while in this exposed position made everything feel different. There was nothing punitive about this. It simply felt erotic, the pain immediately accompanied by a wave of pleasure that coursed through her body.

  She wiggled her bottom, inviting more.

  Peter responded with a flurry of swats, covering every part of her bottom. He cupped his hand and let it land over her pussy, making a dull thumping noise as it did. It made her writhe with ecstasy, and made her grip hard against the plug in her bottom.

  “Ohhhhh,” she whined.

  In her current position, the crease between her bottom and thighs was perfectly exposed, and even though it was a sensual spanking, Peter didn’t spare it.

  Those swats stung and burned, but she didn’t try to get away. She wanted more. Everything in her body was heated. She felt buzzing and overloaded with sensation. Arousal, soreness, fullness… she felt like she was slipping away into some other place where there was nothing but these feelings.

  “You’re my little girl, aren’t you?” Peter asked. It felt less like a question and more like a reaffirmation.

  “Yes, daddy!” Julie squealed as he rained more spanks down on her hot little bottom. “I belong to you.”

  “You’re my naughty little kitten, who needs a hot, red bottom,” he told her. “Your little butt was made to be spanked. I love turning it red and knowing that it’s sore. And I’m going to love fucking you soon.”

  He reached back and gripped the plug, giving it a twist.

  Julie yelped when she felt the plug moving inside her.

  Peter continued to spank her. Remembering that she was dressed as a cat, she mewed as she whimpered, riding the waves of pleasure and pain.

  Finally, Peter stopped. He rested the back of his hand against her bottom cheek.

  “You feel nice and warm now,” he told her, “and your bottom looks nice and pink. Get up on your knees and face me.”

  Julie rose to her knees, stretching as she did.

  Peter cupped her face in his hand and she nuzzled against his touch.

  “Are you ready to show me what a good kitty you are?” he asked.

  * * *

  Peter stood, looking down at Julie. She knelt in front of him in only her kitty ears and tail, the white fur highlighting her bright pink bottom. He felt his cock twitch when he thought about how the tail was being held in place.

  Peter had been hard as a rock since they had gotten home. Now, Julie was looking up at him with her big eyes and a coy smile. She reached out toward him, gripping at his jeans.

  “May I?” she asked, her words flirtatious.

  “What do you want?”
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  “Your cock,” she told him, biting her lip.

  “What do you want to do with it?” He knew what he wanted her to do.

  Julie smiled. “I want to suck your cock, daddy. Please let me be a good little girl for you.”

  Peter reached for his zipper. He undid it and freed his cock.

  “You are a very good girl,” he told Julie.

  Her small hands tenderly stroked the shaft of his rod for a moment before she opened her mouth to take it.

  Her tongue teased him, caressing his length as he slowly slipped into her mouth for the first time. It felt wonderful. “Oh, kitten,” he moaned.

  She began to move her head back, moving up to the head, which she teased with her tongue before sensually moving back down.

  Peter felt his balls twitch as the pleasure grew. He gripped Julie by the hair and guided her head, helping her to find the rhythm that was most pleasing to him. When she obeyed, bobbing her head in a way that felt impossibly good, he didn’t remove his hand. He liked to feel in control of her movements. He felt pre-cum leaking from the head of his cock and into Julie’s mouth.

  She pulled back for a moment, taking his cock out of her mouth. She started to stroke him with her hand again, using her own spit to lubricate the motion.

  “Am I doing a good job, daddy?” she asked.

  “Ohh, yes, you are, kitten,” he told her. “You’re such a good girl.”

  “You like it when I suck your cock?” she asked teasingly.

  “I do,” he told her. “You’d better get back to work at it before I spank your little bare bottom again for neglecting me,”

  She obeyed him quickly, going right back to bobbing her head up and down on his cock, gagging just a little as she struggled to take his full length each time.

  Peter tried to hold back, but it just felt too good. It wasn’t long before he felt like he was ready to explode. “Okay, princess,” he told her. “Time for you to stop.”

  Julie looked a little rejected.

  “It wasn’t good?” she asked meekly.

  “No! It was wonderful. I just didn’t want to come yet, that’s all.”