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A Brown Bunny

This is a bdsm story between two consenting adults. 

Everything was ready. I triple checked. I had my bag packed, I had my list of rules, I had my diary, I had my pictures that I spent so long painting for Daddy, I had my little outfit, my hair was in pigtails, I tied my shoes all by myself. I gave Papa a kiss goodbye and he swatted my butt for good luck. I was out the door ten minutes early. I was going to arrive with a few minutes to fully let it sink in: Daddy was coming to see me, and I was going to have an extended scene with him today. My tummy did a low hard flip. I was so nervous. Deep breaths! Time to go be big so that I can then go be so small for him. As I am walking to our meet spot, I received a text message, “Uh oh, don’t be late.” How did he know that I was worried I was late?? I told him that I am in fact 4 minutes early! I sat at our meet spot waiting. Fidgeting. Holding my cherished diary. The diary he bought for me. The diary that holds every thought in my head that relates to him. I cross my legs and uncross my legs. Then I look up because I feel like I am being watched and there he is. Daddy. I squeal hello and skip over to him. We hug. He smells good, like outside and rain and a bit more human than everyone else. I am surprised, and also not surprised, that he arrived extra early and had been waiting for me. 

We go back to my house to say a quick hello to Papa. My two Daddies hug and have some quick small talk and clear up any little details with each other. I will check in with Papa 4 hours from now. We all hug and then Wolfgang and I leave to the hotel. 

As we are driving I can’t stop fidgeting. Does he notice how incredibly nervous I am? I keep taking deep quiet breaths in, holding them for a few seconds, then slowly releasing… trying to calm myself down. I’m a little embarrassed that I am so nervous. I keep rambling and then saying, “I’m sorry, I am nervous.” To that he gently smiles and calmly steers the conversation for us. We go to our room. I’m shaking as I walk through the door. I feel him everywhere already and he hasn’t even touched me yet. He is so calm. So sure of himself. It makes me a little braver. We take off our shoes and socks. The carpet feels nice. He puts on a playlist and sits down in a cozy chair, then has me kneel in front of him. We stare at each other for awhile. His intelligent eyes are soft, yet hard. Questioning. Knowing me down to my toes. I try to calm my shaking by lightly bouncing. It’s hard to meet his gaze. So many layers to those eyes. My lips clamp shut, scared to break our silence. He allows his leg to rest gently against my side and I am thankful for his touch and lean into him a bit. Fully aware that I am between his legs and just a breath away from his lap. This little touch is initiated by him first. Everything is initiated by him first, at his pace. 

He stands, then has me stand. He inspects my body. Touching me but it doesn’t feel warm, simply inspecting me and my clothes. I feel my body tighten and I am trying to keep my breathing level. My back aches into his touch. “I like your outfit.” His voice has changed. Deeper yet more level than before. “Thank you.” My voice is barely above a whisper. Tiny. Not wanting to draw any more attention to myself but I have all his attention already. He sits again and has me kneel between his legs once more. I lean into his leg again. A small comfort. He has no nervous ticks. No telling signs that he is at all unsure of himself.

“Read your list of rules to me and we will see if you have everything in order.” He keeps trying to get me to meet his gaze and I flinch. Oh no. I just realized I didn’t pack my hairbrush. Oh no, oh no, oh no. 

I hold my journal in my lap and read aloud my rules, “No socks or shoes, barefoot unless permitted otherwise.” My voice is braver than I feel. I meet his eyes. He nods. I continue. “Have a hand draw picture for Daddy upon arrival.” I ask if he’d like to see the pictures I painted for him. He nods and I get them from my bag. Hyper aware of him watching me the entire time. Can he see up my skirt when I bend down? I open my sketchbook and show him the flowers I drew him. Then I turn the page and show him the drawing I did of us together. Daddy & bunny. I go to the last page and show him my self portrait: a tiny fluffy bunny surrounded by flowers. He smiles and nods. I set the sketchbook aside and refocus on my rules. “No makeup, I am not mature enough for make up.” I look up at him now, bare faced and open. He looks approving and proud. I feel pretty. I continue, “Pigtails only, I am not mature enough for a braid.” I love putting my hair in a braid. Having it in pigtails makes me feel like a different person. I feel his hands gently stroke my hair, and push my pigtails behind my shoulders. I am looking at him like he is the sun. He cups my face. I am so starved for his touch. I close my eyes and lean into his hands. Savoring. He pulls away and I continue, “No bra, I am not mature enough for a bra unless permitted otherwise.” He says I am no longer allowed to wear a bra and tells me to remove it. I am terribly shy all of a sudden but do as he asks. He inspects my breasts. My face flushes and body feels hot. He nods and I continue, “Check in with Papa at 7pm, no phone the rest of the time.” He already has my phone. I continue, “Bring a hairbrush so Daddy can groom me.” I can barely read this out loud to him. I admit that I don’t think I packed my brush. He looks disappointed and asks me to check my bag. I am so nervous. I don’t have it. He says we will deal with that during my punishment. I remember that I already have a punishment for not writing the rules down correctly. I already have two punishments and we are only 10 minutes into our time together. I fidget some more. He nods and I continue, “Bring my camera.” I show him my camera and he nods. I continue, “Pack or wear my little outfit.” I gesture to my outfit I am wearing.  He has me stand and spin. I have on a pink blouse with a peter pan collar, with little lace details on the shoulders. I have on a short black skirt that has suspenders. The skirt zips up in the back and has a pearl on the zipper. He thoroughly inspects my outfit, noticing all these little details I picked just for him, and I blush. He gently pushes my pigtails behind my shoulders again and cups my face. My tummy does a low hard flip and I know with complete certainty he is going to kiss me finally. I get on my tip toes for him, and lean into his touch. Our lips touch and I sigh into his mouth. Daddy consumes my every thought. We share some more eye contact, I wouldn’t dare look away from those eyes now even though I am so nervous. He sits again and I kneel in front of him, leaning fully into both his legs, I pick up my journal this time with one hand so my other hand can rest on his leg. A brave touch for me. I continue with our rules, “I won’t order any food or drink while with Daddy, I am too little.” He nods and I continue, “No hair… down there.” I can’t meet his eyes. I stop moving, and try to make myself invisible. He calmly asks, “Can I trust that this is done or do I need to check you myself right now?” I meet his gaze finally and hold it. “I’d like you to check, please.” I lift my skirt and he doesn’t hesitate to push my panties aside and feel my smooth pussy. I push myself against his hand and my breath leaves me in a rush. He feels how wet I am. I grind against him. Greedy. With my eyes closed I hear his smile as he says, “Good bunny.”

His hand is gone before I know it. “Now it is time for your punishment.” He is impossibly calm for just having his hand on my pussy. I can barely grasp what he is saying. Thinking is difficult. “Go to the bedroom. Inside there is a set of drawers under the TV. Open the middle drawer and pick one toy. You have 30 seconds to do this.” He starts counting down from 30… 29… 28… and what he said finally catches up to my brain and I jolt up and see a series of doors. I try the one that has straps hanging from the top, and it leads me to a closet. I groan. Not the bedroom! He tricked me. He counts louder. I nervously open the other door. The bedroom! I see the tv, and the set of drawers. I open the drawer and see an array of sex toys. Wide eyed, I try to take them all in. My goodness. I hear him counting. 18… 17… 16… I have never been hit by any of these, I am scared and don’t know which one will do the most damage. 12…11… 10… Frantically I grab the paddle made of leather that has fuzzy material on one side. Fuzzy is good, right? Fuzzy is safe. 8…. 7… I quickly shut the drawer and run to him. He says, “Don’t leave the door open.” He sounds so upset! I yelp and run back and shut the door. He is still counting. I run and quickly kneel, holding the paddle out to him. I smile and say, “I choose for you to use the fuzzy side!” He laughs at me and tells me, “You don’t get to choose what side is used.” 

He gets up from his chair and I nervously watch as he places a pillow against the coffee table. He tells me to bend over, and to place my face against the pillow. I crawl over and do as I am told. My bottom is slightly exposed, and I wiggle ever so slightly for him. My hair falls in my face and he places it back so he can get a good look at me. I breathe. He lifts my skirt up to expose me fully. He pulls my panties down and I wiggle out of them. He touches me briefly. He rubs the fuzzy material against me and I am so relieved that he is going to use the soft side! Kind Daddy. He swats my bottom and I yelp. That was NOT the fuzzy side. Okay. I can do this. He sounds very pleased with himself when he says, “You will get ten spankings. You will count them out.” I immediately say, “Okay, one.” He laughs and says , “That one did not count, bunny.”. I whine and hide my face.  He hits me. I yelp. I whisper, “One.” He pauses, “One, what?” He sounds upset. I am confused. My little head isn’t working. So I ask, “One… Daddy?” And he says, “Is that a question or a statement?” I huff and start to roll my eyes a little at myself and flatly say, “One Dadd–” He cuts me off with another hit. I yelp again. “Two, Daddy.” He hits me again, harder this time. I hold in my cry and pause… “Three…. Daddy.” He hits me again, and this time I wiggle after. “Four, Daddy.” He makes a moaning sound like he likes my wiggling. So I try to wiggle more and he hits me harder. The wiggling stops and the yelping starts again. “Five… Daddy.” I grab onto the table for support. He hits me harder. “Six, Daddy.” I can feel him watching my face. I try and push my leg up to cover myself from another hit and realize I am doing that and quickly put my leg back down and take a deep breath. He is patient. When I settle he hits me. “Seven, Daddy.” Our favorite number. Little facts about him all come rushing to me. His favorite number is seven. His favorite color is purple. He hits me harder. “Eight, Daddy.” I realize I am trying to distract myself and stop. I silently tell myself to be here, in this moment. This is Daddy. Daddy is here now. He hits me again. “Nine, Daddy.” I arch my back more and stick my ass out further for him. He hits me again. “Ten, Daddy.” He rubs his palm gently over me. He brushes my hair from my face. “Good, bunny.” He says, and I feel it. I feel so good. I want to be so good for him. I know down in my bones that I will do anything this man asks of me. “Thank you, Daddy.” He touches my pussy, and begins to rub my clit. I make eager noises and push myself against his hand. Fingers are inside me. Big fingers. Stretching me. I whimper and keep grinding against him. He rubs my clit in tiny quick circles. Skilled hands that I have been dreaming of work on my most sensitive spot, moving in ways I haven’t ever felt. I whimper and moan, and make sounds I haven’t ever heard myself make. Soon I clench around his hand and cry out. I am a mess and can’t breathe. As soon as I cum I feel his hands leave me. 

“When you’re ready, pull your panties up.” He gets up and goes back to the chair. “Now it is time for your reward.” I am a wet mess. I pull my sodden and flimsy panties up with shaky hands. I crawl over and kneel in front of him. I press my hands against his legs. More brave touching. Greedy touching. I want more. And more is coming. “As we discussed, you will get a reward for finishing your diary entries to me.” The reward I asked specifically for. Am I brave enough to do this??? It is what I asked for and explained in detail wanting. I take a deep breath and move before I can think. I lift my skirt, and straddle his foot and leg. I start grinding myself against him. His hand comes in front of my face and I eagerly grab it and began kissing his fingers. I start sucking on his finger, kissing and praising his perfect hands. Humping his leg. One of my hands is holding his finger in my mouth, my other hand is on his thigh giving me support as I quickly rub myself against his leg. Daddy’s leg. My panties provide a nice friction for me. I rub harder and faster, and keep rhythm with my mouth on his finger. I hear him groan. I open my eyes briefly and see him staring at me and close my eyes again to focus on my reward. His hands. Humping his leg. I feel myself so close already. I pull another finger into my mouth, and suck on his two fingers eagerly. Saliva dripping down my chin. His hand inspecting my mouth. My mouth inspecting his hand. I pull another finger into my mouth. I moan around his hand. He feels so good inside me. My other hand rubs lightly against his thigh. I am still scared of touching him fully, even while I hump his leg with his fingers in my mouth. My hand boldly touches his inner thigh and moves up. I want to feel him more but I am scared. This is as brave as I can be for now so I enjoy his leg and his hand and how he tastes and listen carefully for each sound he makes. I feel him move, adjust his position, and I naturally pull myself on to his lap. Daddy’s lap. I straddle him and grind against him quickly, wrapping my hands around his neck. My mouth goes to his neck and I breathe him in while I kiss his skin. He smells so good, and tastes so good. He kisses me again, and it’s like my mouth doesn’t know how to take any type of control with the kiss, so he controls the kiss completely and my mouth lets his consume me. I haven’t let anyone kiss me like that before. All consuming. He leads everything, even each kiss. I am still grinding against him. When the kiss breaks, I start begging before I even know that I am begging. “Please, please, please… please.” My voice is breathy. Needy. So brave. So greedy. “Please, what?” He asks and it finally clicks that I am begging already. “Please, Daddy.” I whimper. “What do you want, bunny?” He already knows what I want, but my mind is still catching up. What do I want? “Please, Daddy…” I can’t think past my need to beg and grind against him… “Please, touch me Daddy…“ This all spills out of my mouth before I even realize what I am saying. I am lifting my skirt like a needy little thing, and showing him my wet panties that have my pussy lips spilling out the sides. He rubs a thumb over the wet spot and I take a big breath in, grinding myself against his hand. He rubs circles against me and I quickly feel another orgasm building. “Please, Daddy. Please, Daddy. Please, Daddy.” The begging has started and it won’t be stopping. Every single part of me is begging to be touched by him. I want to beg non stop. My mouth is at his neck, his cheek, his chin, his lips, begging between each kiss… I lose track of how much I’ve been begging and feel myself tighten against him and release every muscle, tiny tingles radiate from my little pussy down to my little toes. He tells me our time for rewards has come to a close and readjusts himself and me, so I am sitting on his lap with my legs tucked over his. 

He says big words and I can’t quite make my brain adjust to thinking. His mouth is moving and I am staring at it trying to keep up. I feel my tiny hands in his big hands, and I am mesmerized by our hands touching. Daddy’s hands. His veins in his forearms stand out and I follow the trail of them down to his hands and then back up his arm again. Wait, I am supposed to be listening to him. Only a few seconds have gone by, right? What is he saying? “…little activities. Time for little space. If you go to that cabinet and open it you will find two activities to choose from.” Eeeeeeeee!!!! He is so thoughtful!!! Okay pay attention.. what is he saying? “… Finger painting.” Eeeeeeeeee! I wiggle a lot and can’t stop smiling. “Or you can choose a book and I can read to you while you sit on my lap.” I already know I am going to choose to read solely so I can stay on his lap. Although I love painting and want to paint, I want his lap more. Maybe he already knows this. He tells me I can go choose now and I hop down and pad over and open the cabinet. A finger painting box set is to the left. A stack of books on the right. I start laughing because the first book is called “A Brown Bunny” which is me! I am a brown bunny!! I grab the stack gently, and look through the books. Almost every book is a book about a bunny!!! I love that so so much! I can’t stop smiling. I don’t think I have smiled this big in a long time, and feel myself wanting to shy away from loving this so much (because this month has been hard on my heart and I have been trying to heal, and I am scared of being vulnerable again), but I don’t let myself hesitate for longer than a moment. I collect myself again and let myself be adored by this good man. I deserve that. He deserves my adoration. He has already been more thoughtful than I could have ever imagined. I want this, and my heart needs it. I pick a book and bring it to him. “A Brown Bunny”. Time to be a tiny cute little bunny for Daddy. 💛

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