Easter Egg Hunt

I can hear the key click in the door and gently slide Daddy’s desk chair in front of me. I am hiding and waiting to see what happens when he sees what I have done. 

“Bunny?” I hear his voice call out with a heightened inflection. 

I’m sure he is raising an eyebrow and rifling through his back of tricks. The bag is now empty of his favorite implements and full of pastel-colored streamers and small plastic eggs full of “clues.” I clasp my hand over my mouth as I try to stifle a giggle. I can hear him opening the eggs with a sharp pop. Then I hear the sound of his footsteps approaching down the hall. He opens the door to his office and I can see through the small crack of the desk as he looks over the small slip of paper in his hand. 

CLUE #1: It’s time to BRUSH up on your study skills.

I watch him turn and approach the desk. Above my head, I can hear him move some of the items around. 

“Study? Well, it’s not on my desk. Maybe the bookshelf?” His voice is trying to hide a smile and I wonder if he knows where my hiding place is. He turns and walks slowly to the bookshelf and moves an array of treasures around to find the oval-shaped hairbrush. He gives the brush a few sharp slaps on the palm of his hand and I bite my lip. He gives it a few swishes in the air and places the brush into the bag. In his big hand, he pops another egg, a powder blue one, and reads the little slip.

CLUE #2: I always check this place when I am STRAPPED for cash.

I am particularly proud of that one. He has watched me on more than one occasion fish in the couch cushions for hidden coins or missing dollars. I watch him contemplate what this one could possibly mean and I hold my breath. When he leaves the room, I let out a soft sigh and strain my ears. His footsteps disappear and I can’t hear anything. I begin to wonder if maybe this clue was too hard. That maybe I am the only one that loses money down the back of the couch.

THWAP!

I hear the thick leather strap strike the couch cushions and let out a high-pitched squeak.

His footsteps barrel down the hall and stop in the doorway. The strap hangs in his fist and I curl into a ball.

“Hmmmm. I’m pretty sure I heard a naughty little Easter Bunny.” He steps deliberately across to the desk. “It must be my imagination. Only a very, very silly little Bunny would be hiding from her Daddy.”

In a flash the chair is pulled away and I crumble in a cascade of squeals and giggles. His hands find my ribs and he pulls me from my hiding spot.

“Oh my!” she kisses my lips softly. “You really are a cute little Easter Bunny.” He sits me on his desk and admires my outfit. Today I dressed in my pink bunny bodysuit and pink thigh high tights. I cover my face and blush.

“Daddy! You haven’t finished your egg hunt.” I pout and try to be stern.

“Oh?” He leans forward and whispers into my ear. “But I found a very special egg for my Bunny.”

He opens his hand to reveal a thick silver egg that begins dancing in his hands. “Open your legs.”

I obey and feel the vibrating egg tickle between my legs as a small wet patch appears through the fabric. His deft fingers pull the pink material to the side and he pushes the egg inside me. The vibrations intensify.

“Daddy…” I whine. He lays me down on the desk and holds my ankles in his hand. My legs stretch high into the air.

“Yes Bunny?” He reaches into the bag and pulls out the hairbrush. “You didn’t think I’d just put all my toys away after you so carefully hid them, did you?”

My breath catches as he gives me six soft swats with the hairbrush. Each one punctuated with a soft rub of the cool wood on my naked thighs and the bottom of my cheeks.

“Ooooooow!” I give an exaggerated whine. Play swats are softer, but still tingle.

“Hold those legs up.” She chuckles and strokes the length of the strap before laying it across the crease of my thighs. He gives me three quick smacks with the strap. Each strike makes me jump and grip the egg as it vibrates inside me.

“Mmmmmm. Daddy...” I swallow and arch my back. Then the buzzing suddenly stops.

“Silly girl, I still have two clues left.” He cracks another egg and reads.

CLUE #3: I love when Daddy cooks with fresh CROPS.

This one makes him chuckle. It will be hard to miss my old dressage crop hidden behind the herb pots on the window ledge in the kitchen. He turns around again and heads to the kitchen. I stay still on the desk and catch my breath. Daddy is so good at teasing me and making me needy for him. Just as I calm my breath the buzzing starts again and I roll onto my stomach. Turning to see him walk back to the desk I look up at him with big pleading eyes and my mouth open. He smiles and puts the dial back into his pocket. The long riding crop flicks in his hand. I press my thighs together and feel them shaking as I try to hold my orgasm.

“Uh ah little girl.” The crop snaps between my shoulder blades and traces down my back. “Not until I say so.”

I whine and feel the crop line up across the center of my cheeks. “Daddy…please.”

The crop whips against my cheeks and I feel the burning stripe. I squeal at the sharp crack of the crop and hold onto the desk.

“Hold it, Bunny.” He swishes the crop again and the sting is enough to stop me from spilling over the edge. The buzzing stops again, and he rubs my bottom. I can feel six stripes form and welt under the fabric as it starts to rub.

“One more clue Daddy…mmmmm.” I put my head on the desk and pant. I hear the final egg pop and sigh.

CLUE #4: This water is not deep enough to PADDLE in!

“Oh. The paddle.” He strokes my back and kisses my shoulder. “Why don’t you do lay on the bed and I’ll go find the last one.”

I stand up on shaky legs and a well spanked bottom. “Yes Daddy.”

We leave the room together and go different directions. Then the buzzing starts again. I skip to the bedroom giggling and moaning as I struggle to hold the egg in place.

On the bed, there is an Easter basket full of chocolate, candies, a big coloring book, and brand new pencils. I feel like the most spoiled girl in the world.

I don’t touch the basket and lay on the bed as instructed. The egg makes me grind my hips and rub myself against the mattress. I can feel my onesie bunch between my cheeks and I am grateful for the friction on my sensitive bud. I am becoming lost in the pleasure when the sound of a hard smack brings me to my senses.

“Looks like someone is getting desperate.” He smiles and rubs the paddle against his hand.

Approaching the bed, he pulls the onesie between my cheeks and forces me up off the mattress and onto my knees.

“Owie!” I whine and wiggle in his grip. “Please Daddy.”

He lays the paddle across my cheeks. “Please what little bunny?”

“I’m close and wet and needy…mmmmm.” I twist my face in the sheets.

“Oh?” He spanks me with the paddle. The heavy thud positioned in the perfect spot. “Needy for what?” Another swat makes me jump and shake my thighs.

“Please…please may I cum?” I am writhing in his grip as the fabric is pulled tight.

He swats me again. “Please may I cum….” He trails off and gives me another.

“Please may I cum, Daddy!..uh…ah!” I press my face into the mattress as the swats come faster.

“Yes Bunny. Cum for Daddy.” He groans and keeps a steady stream of swats with the paddle.

I moan and whine and then I am silent. A few seconds pass and I let go. The fabric pulled tight stops the egg from slipping out as I grip and buck in his hands. He knows the perfect spot to stop the buzzing and lay me down on the bed. His weight on top of me is a welcome pressure as my thighs spasm with the pleasure.

“Thank you…thank you Daddy…” He kisses my cheek in response to my good manners.

“You are very welcome, my sweet Easter Bunny.” He rolls onto the side and scoops me in his arms. “Lets cuddle and then I would like you to color me a picture from your new book.”

I am already drifting into a happy pink bottomed wet onesie nap.