Camp Daddy by Ava Sinclair

Camp Daddy from Ava Sinclair.

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“Can you give me a bath, Daddy?” Those were her words when I’d walked into the living room after dinner last night, where I found her sitting cross-legged on the floor wearing one of the outfits I never got to give her at our Camp Daddy weekend. She looked absolutely scrumptious in her tight white shirt, short plaid skirt, and navy blue thigh high socks. Her thick dark hair was arranged in pigtails. I’d gotten an instant erection, seeing her in the middle of the floor, sprawled out over one of the coloring books she’d asked me for.

My voice had caught in my throat. “A bath?”

“I’m dirty,” she’d said, and she didn’t need to say any more.

“Wait right here. I’ll run the water and you come in when Daddy calls you, okay?”

“Okay.” She’d returned to her book, a smile playing on her lips.

I’d gone to run the bath, making sure to add a generous dose of the bubble bath she’d asked for the day I’d gotten the coloring books. She’d had a long list for me when we got back from the cabin. Coloring books. Bubble bath and baby shampoo. Barbies. And candy. She asked me to reward her with it, but sparingly. As I’d turned off the tap, I told myself she’d definitely earn it on this night.

“Elana!” I’d not had to wait long before she came into the bathroom. She’d stood there with her hands behind her back. I knew what she wanted, so I’d started the process of undressing her. First came the shoes-penny loafers. Then the socks, which I rolled down her soft, shapely legs. I’d reached up under her skirt to pull off the white cotton panties, checking first.

“Elana.” I’d adopted a slightly scolding tone. “Did you wet yourself?”

“It’s not pee, Daddy,” she’d replied. “It’s the good kind of wet. It means I’m excited for my bath.”

Easy boy, I’d told my cock, which was hard to the point of aching now. My little girl either didn’t realize what this was doing to me, or didn’t care.

“You are a dirty little girl, aren’t you?” My words were thick with lust as I reached behind her to take off her skirt. As I did, my finger brushed the top of her pubic mound.

“Looks like it’s time for your shave.”

“Will you do it, Daddy? I like to keep it smooth. For you.”

“You know I will.”

I stood and pulled her shirt up and off, then removed her bra. Her breasts, heavy and soft, tumbled free. I lifted them, feeling her long, dark nipples harden under my palms.

“My baby has the most beautiful breasts. They’re perfect, just like the rest of her.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“Let’s get you shaved before we step into the bath.” I’d turned away before I could get carried away with touching her. Elana had sat down on the edge of the bathtub, edging forward and spreading her legs wide.

When we’d discussed adopting this lifestyle, I’d made note that she’d kept herself shaved. She said it had always made her feel submissive, and there was something erotic about it. Then she confessed that she’d always wanted me to do it. I was more than willing. It’s now a weekly ritual.

I’d knelt between her spread thighs, lathering shaving gel on her labia, rubbing the plump mound and outer lips carefully until the gel thickened to a stiff foam. Elana has a beautiful pussy, with a prominent clit and deep pink inner folds. She knows I love eating her shaved pussy. I could do it all day, and I’d already decided that just before bedtime, I was going to suck her clit until she had a screaming orgasm to send her off to sleep. But at that moment, I was in full daddy dom mode, carefully shaving my little girl’s most private place before wiping the gel off with a washcloth.

“Into the bath you go,” I’d said.

“Weee!” She’d stepped in and sunk down into the bubbles, the ends of her pony tails just above the mounds of foam. I sat on the edge of the tub and squeezed body gel into my hands. As always, she’d squirmed, just so I’d scold her.

“Hold still, Elana.”

“Will you spank me if I don’t?”

“No.”

She’d made a face.

“But you won’t get your surprise if you do.”

“You have a surprise for me? Okay.” She’d frozen in place. “I want to hurry so I can get out and see what it is.”

“No, it’s a bath time surprise.”

“A bath time surprise?” She’d stared at me, intrigued. “What?”

“Hush.” I’d continue to bathe her, taking extra care to wash her nipples with the nubby terrycloth until she’s biting her lip to suppress the moans. I’d taken my time washing her, my fingers lingering between her legs.

“You’re being mean,” she’d said. “And you’re taking too long down there.”

“Well, you’re being petulant. And petulant little girls don’t get surprises.”

“Sorry.” She’d leaned back, letting her legs fall apart as I’d bathed her at my leisure. “Ready for your surprise?”

“Yes!” She’d softly clapped her hands together in a show of adorable excitement.

“Close your eyes.”

She’d obeyed, and I’d turned to fetch it from the cabinet.

“Open them,” I’d ordered, holding my gift out in front of her.

The smile on her face had disappeared. I could tell she was fighting not to show her disappointment.

“That’s sweet, Daddy. But I already have a rubber duckie.”

“Not like this one, baby.”

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Best friends Shelby and Elana have a lot in common. They’re both married to gorgeous ex-Marines. They both have high-stress jobs. And both their marriages are on the rocks.

When husbands Archer and Zane plan the annual couple’s weekend, the women expect another routine vacation. They couldn’t be more wrong. This year’s retreat has a theme: Camp Daddy.

From the moment they wake their wives with a whistle blast, Archer and Zane set about reminding Shelby and Alana what it feels like to trust their alpha men, both in and out of the bedroom. Disobedience won’t be tolerated, and hard, humiliating spankings are just a little of what’s in store as these Daddy Doms call the shots for a steamy, emotional weekend the wives won’t soon forget.

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Variety is the spice of life and Ava Sinclair writes a little something for everyone, from dark romance to menage to kinky AF age play. But the one thing that is consistent in her books are strong storylines, alpha males, and strong women whose hearts and bodies aren’t given up without a fight.

Ava lives in southern Virginia, where she enjoys hoarding books, hiking, running, spoiling her cats, and spending time with her Eurasian eagle owl, Lucius.

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