The Entertainer/Stopping the game
He rolled over his eyes, and pressed a hand on her cheek. "Are you sure you want to stop...?" She nodded. "Sorry, Daddy..." She pressed down on her dress, looking sad over what happened. He then pet her head, feeling her hair on his hand. "It's okay, sweetie. We can do that later if you want." The King moved behind her, taking his daughter into his hands and letting her sit on his lap. Making sure she was comfortably set on his poking tent. With a hug he kissed her head. "Such a shame you don't want me to continue, i could make you feel better but you don't want to!" She stayed silent for a moment.
They kept themselves in that position before she leaned her head on him. "It's just that...It's wrong! It's really wrong!" While keeping her in a hug, he couldn't help but let his fingers rub onto her. "Really? What makes you feel that way?" She tried to turn, but he kept her locked. "Hm...You always told me that it was wrong! Everyone told me it was wrong! But why are you doing this?!" He kissed her head once again, and rubbed his cheek against her hair. "Well...Because you're a cute girl! You're kind of small to do any of the fun stuff grown up do, but I'm allowing you!" "...But it feels forced!" He rolled up his eyes once more. "And how did i force you...?" "Well...Just now you're not allowing me to move!"
"There!" With that he released her, she turned up, pressing her two hands on his crotch without realizing it. His smile widened as she did so. "See? I've released you!" "But if i had a choice you wouldn't have locked the door!" She continued. "And...And...All i wanted was to hear you say you want to go with me meet my favorite author!" Frowning with somewhat teary eyes, she awaited his words. "It's okay, I've wanted to see how you'd act...That's all!" "Can i go now?" He posed for a moment. "Pleeeeeeaaaaase?"
..."Look, sweetie. Daddy is very sorry. If I've hurt your feeling, then you can hit me in the chest oka-" She did so. A neat fist straight where the heart is. "Okay, that felt good, right? But Daddy didn't push you to do stuff you didn't want to do, right?" "It felt like it." "Okay...But it did felt good, right?" "It did. But I don't like it either." An awkward silence got placed between the too. She was glaring at him now. "Okay...What if i tell you that you can pick my clothes? I'll allow you to come see this author you talk of in town!" Her glare seized, and she had a wide smile instead. "Really?" "Yep! Daddy's allowing you to do so today! Weren't you the one saying you wanted to learn something about fashion or two?"
She quickly got off the bed and rushed toward the drawers...The Queen's drawer to be exact. She pulled off a dress. "Daddy! I want to see you wear this today!" The King couldn't help but stifle a laugh...Then loudly release it pressing his sides and turning himself on the bed. "F-For real...?" He ask, he was hit by the dress. Looking into another drawer she also got a pair of panties and threw it on him. "That too!" He took it to inspect it, not sure of what it was but...He slump back onto the bed, muffling his laugh with it. "Is that your way of giving a punishment now?" He ask. "Yes!" She had a smirk while crossing her hands. She was pretty adorable doing so. He thought about it for a second.
He then got on the side of the bed, sitting up. "Okay, but you have to make me take off these boxers, deal?"