Maid

“Are you serious?” she asks, her head jerking away from me.

“Absolutely.”

“What a jerk! I just woke up and you’re treating me like the help,” she adds, pulling herself away from me. “I thought we…connected.”

I say nothing, relishing in my role as commanding Daddy and knowing that she has no idea what I have in store for her. It’s just another way of showing her that no matter how things appear, Daddy knows best. She’ll see soon enough, and when she does, she’ll come to heel for me and stop all the bratty testing…not that I’m against dishing out a good spanking from time to time.

I lie back in the bed like an asshole, putting my hands behind my head and give her a look as if to say, “the bathroom’s not going to clean itself.”

She shoots daggers at me with her eyes before she huffs and puffs off and moves toward the bathroom.

As soon as she opens the door and steps inside I quietly slide out of bed and move as quietly as a six and a half foot man packing nearly two hundred and twenty-fi