Daddy Shark by Maren Smith

after another about Daddies who were loving, caring, nurturing, and mentoring. Daddies who fixed meals, provided toys and things called ‘stuffies,’ braided hair, picked out what clothes their Littles would wear, and who, basically, took care of their submissive’s every intimate need on a day-to-day basis. Daddies who said things like ‘good girl’ and ‘young lady, what did I just tell you’ and who grabbed hold of nipples, butt cheeks, and sometimes the ‘princess parts’ right between their Little’s legs before growling, ‘Who owns this?’ The answer in every sample he read was always ‘You do, Daddy.’ Daddies who comforted. Daddies who caressed. Daddies who took away cell phones, washed out mouths with soap, gave corner time and spankings, and who dispensed sexualized punishments that included oral, vaginal, and even anal penetration. These were some of the most educating stories he’d ever read in his life. So much so that by the time he got to the out-and-out porn, all he could see in his mind was Britney coming home from work, with that shy blush stealing up into her cheeks as she took off her coffee-stained blouse and handed it over to Daddy to be cleaned. He could see her sitting on the edge of her bed in nothing but a pair of bikini panties, hugging one of those so-called stuffies and chatting about her day while Daddy picked out pajamas—no, not pajamas. Those covered too much and were too hard to get into. Any Daddy of Britney’s would definitely put her in a nightshirt. Somet