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By davidb234
I guess it all started when Sam was about five years old. I'd
been stuck with babysitting one Saturday and had missed a good
deal of the ball game I was trying to watch on TV because I kept
my eye on her so diligently. I had to do this of course as she
was my only daughter, and the apple of my eye, and to be honest I
didn't really mind sitting for her as it meant I got a lot more
of her time. All of a sudden I heard her yell a little louder
than usual, and jumped up to find her laying on the floor holding
on to her knee and crying with pain.
Quick as a flash I scooped her up into my arms and returned to
the sofa where I'd been sitting. There I laid her across my lap
and inspected her legs to see what injury she had sustained. When
I found nothing I surmised she had just bumped her knees hard and
was reacting to the shock rather than to any specific pain. I
smiled down at her and said "No real damage baby, shall I kiss it
all better for you?" Sam looked up at me through her tear laden
eyelashes and said softly "Please daddy". I bent my head, touched
my lips to her knees one by one, then gently stroked my hands
over the affected area as I smiled down at her. "All better now?"
I asked with a loving smile, and she grinned up at me and nodded,
"Yes thank you daddy." The next think I knew, she rolled off my
lap, landing on her knees on the carpet then scampered away to
resume playing whatever game she was involved in before her
accident.
Kids learn very quickly, and Sam was no different to any other
girl of her age. The one thing she learned fastest was that she
could get virtually anything she wanted from me just by standing
in front of me, looking up into my eyes and saying "Please
daddy." About the only exception was if her mother had already
said 'NO', then I stuck to our agreement not to undermine each
others parental authority. This meant that Sam never got to the
stage where she could ever play one of us off against the other.
This was a good thing especially when it came to me finding my
wife in a compromising situation with a family friend. I came
home early from an out of town meeting, due to the fact there was
a power failure in the building we were in, and the company
called it off until another date. I walked into the house and
went straight upstairs to shower and change for when the wife
would get home with Sam, only to find she was already there, in
our bed, getting herself well and truly fucked silly. That she
had one of her co-workers, who was also our oldest friends cock
firmly lodged in her cunt didn't make me feel any better. I
showed my appreciation of the situation by grabbing a handful of
his hair, pulling his head back as far as I could and smashing my
fist into the middle of his face with all my might.
I felt so good about what I'd just done I didn't feel the pain of
my broken finger for almost half an hour, by which time he'd
scrambled into his pants and shirt. He'd then dashed out into the
street carrying the rest of his clothes and clambered into his
car which was parked halfway down the block. He then drove away
like the hounds of hell were chasing him. In a way he was right;
as I'd allowed him to escape from the house without further
injury I told him in no uncertain terms what would happen to him
if ever I saw him again, anywhere, any time. By the time I got
back upstairs my wife was dressed and sitting on the bed in
complete silence. I'd rather expected her to be screaming and
shouting at me for what I'd just done to her lover, but I think
she got the message I was pretty pissed off with the two of them
and it wasn't in her best interest to say very much. I spent half
an hour trying to discover what had made her do such a thing,
then ending up asking her politely if she wouldn't mind packing
her things and leaving the house while I went and collected Sam
from school. By the time I returned she was gone, having left a
note on the kitchen table saying she would send for the rest of
her things when she had somewhere to stay on a long term basis.
I spent the rest of that afternoon and evening explaining what
had happened to Sam, most of the time being spent with her in my
arms crying as I tried to comfort her. Sam was ten at the time,
and really felt the loss of her mothers presence in the house,
especially for those things a girl needs to talk to a mother
about rather than a father. The one thing I was glad of was the
fact that Sam has started her periods a few weeks ago, having had
two monthly cycles, and being almost an expert in looking after
herself with regard to her sanitary arrangements. All I was going
to have to do was make sure she didn't run out of the towels she
was using, and everything was going to be OK! HA HA HA, just how
naïve can a guy get? I suppose it was about twelve weeks after
Sam and I were alone that I had my first inkling of what was to
come, and I didn't recognise it for what it was, or I'd never had
done what I did. I'd just been told by my lawyer that I would
finally be divorced by the end of the following week, and that I
would be granted custody of my daughter. As this was the only
condition I placed on my soon to be ex-wife for me not making it
very messy and extremely embarrassing for her, she agreed not to
get us involved in a painful custody battle. She would have as
much access to Sam as she wanted, so long as Sam also wanted it
too. There was to be no fixed access schedule, all that would be
needed was a telephone call giving a couple of days notice and
they could have as much time as they wanted. Sam was happy with
this, and as she was just coming up to her eleventh birthday she
felt she was being given a little 'Big Girl' responsibility for
her own actions.
It was Saturday afternoon, and I was laid out on the sofa, a beer
in my hand and a packet of manufactured junk food on the floor
beside me as I settled down to watch my favourite team play ball.
Sam came into the living room, sat beside me and said in a hushed
voice "My tummy hurts could you make it better for me please
daddy?" I looked up at her and saw she had tears running down her
cheeks as she cried with the pain she was in. I immediately put
my beer down, pulled her down to lay beside me on the sofa and
held her to me, her back pressed up close against my front.
"What's the matter Sam darling?" I asked, suddenly worried as I'd
never seen her like this before. "It's my periods daddy,
sometimes they hurt so much I don't know what to do." Not knowing
what on earth to do, I placed my hand on her abdomen and held her
tight for a moment or two. As I felt her give a deep sigh I also
felt her press back slightly as she said "Will you rub my tummy
better please daddy?" and she then lifted her T-shirt up,
allowing me to be in contact with the naked flesh of her abdomen.
As requested I began to move my hands in circles over her tummy
until I realised she had drifted off to sleep in my arms. Giving
a sigh of relief I covered her up once more, reached for my beer
and turned the volume up slightly so I could catch up with the
action. To my amazement Sam slept right through the game, only
waking up when I was forced to move to relieve the pressure that
had built up on my bladder due to the beer I'd consumed during
the game.
That was the start of what was to become a regular event, and
over the next three years I got used to having Sam come up to me
and giving me the 'please daddy' routine when she was having
period pain. Despite my fears Sam didn't take advantage of me, at
least no too much. As far as I could work out, she only came to
me for a treatment when she actually had a painful period, and
she never tried to get one just for the pleasure, which I know
she derived from having it done. I got so relaxed about it that
the first evening she came into my bedroom holding her tummy and
saying "Could you make my pain go away please daddy?" I simply
pulled back the covers and allowed her to snuggle up to me as I
stroked my hands over her soft smooth abdomen. As I lay on my
side, Sam cuddled up close to me with her back against my front
and my arm over her side I suddenly felt her relax and her
breathing slow right down as she drifted off to sleep. I leaned
down, pressed my lips to the cheek and said "Come on Sam darling,
you can't sleep here you know, you have a bed of your own to go
to." Sam wriggled round until she was facing me, smiled up at me
and said softly "Can I sleep here tonight please daddy, I feel so
comfortable now all my pain has gone away." I grinned, kissed her
tenderly on the forehead and said in a firm voice "No darling,
you're too big to sleep with daddy now you know. If the pain
comes back in the morning, come and see me and I'll rub it better
for you, OK darling?" she pouted a little, and pleaded with me
one more time, but in the end she shuffled across the bed, got
out and went back to her own room after wishing me goodnight.
For some reason I had difficulty sleeping that night, but
eventually drifted off into a fitful sleep that gave me no rest
whatsoever. When I did wake properly I went to the bathroom to
relieve my morning erection, then came back and lay back down
until it was time to get up for breakfast. That plan was thwarted
by Sam knocking on the door and coming in looking like death
warmed up as she clutched her tummy once more. A moment later and
she was cuddled up to me, my hand on her tummy and her low moans
of pleasure coming one after another as I stroked away her
misery. "That better darling?" I asked softly, and got a low
"Mmmm.. thanks daddy, it feels wonderful now." I just lay there,
Sam cuddled up in my arms as she slowly drifted off to sleep once
more, with me following close behind her. How long Sam slept, I
don't know, I do know she woke before me, but how much before me
I never discovered. When I did wake up it was to find Sam still
cuddled up close, with her hand holding mine in very close
contact with her right breast. It wasn't the feeling of my hand
on her small mound that woke me, it was the fact that she was
moving my hand over her hot swollen breast and having her hard
nipple scraping against my palm. The first Sam knew about being
caught was when my hand stopped moving under hers, then her
feeling it being pulled away from her body to lay behind my own.
"And what do you think you were doing young lady?" I asked as
sternly as I could manage. Sam blushed fire engine red, averted
her eyes and said "Sorry daddy, but my boobies were hurting and I
wanted to see if I could rub the pain away like you do with my
tummy." She was silent for a brief moment, then, before I could
say anything she looked me in the eye and said "It was working
too daddy, until you took your hand away. I don't suppose you
would do it for me would you please daddy?" I smiled lovingly at
her, gave a tiny shake of my head and said softly "No darling,
that's one thing that daddies definitely don't do for their
daughters, otherwise they can get into a lot of very serious
trouble." When she glanced up at me with a most forlorn look on
her face I chuckled then said "Just think of it as growing pains
darling, all girls get them, and boys get other sorts of pain
too, so you're not alone my love." That seemed to do the trick,
and I heard no more from her about the subject for some months
during which time I'd forgotten all about the incident. Things
came to a head one Friday evening when Sam came home late after
going to a movie with her mother. As usual she returned full of
the film, as well as all the junk food she'd been able to get
inside her, the only thing was she didn't look quite as happy as
she usually did after such events. As she made no vocal complaint
I didn't say or do anything apart from giving her her usual
goodnight kiss before she went to bed. I suppose I'd been in bed
for half an hour, and was just beginning to drift off to sleep
when I felt the bed move and opened my eyes to see Sam climbing
in beside me. "What's this then young lady?" I asked quietly.
Sam jumped, gave a gasp of surprise and said "I'm sorry daddy, I
didn't mean to wake you. It's just that I'm in a lot of pain and
I was hoping I could snuggle up to you and try to make it go
away." It was then I noticed the tears filling her eyes, and
being unable to resist offering to help her I threw back the
covers and allowed her to fall into my open arms before I covered
us up once more. "Where's the pain baby?" I asked, and she
blushed before saying softly "It's my boobies again daddy, I know
you wont rub them for me but Mom said it might help if I could
press them against your back just like she used to when she was
carrying me." I couldn't help smiling when she said this, as it
was her mothers favourite pastime, getting me to stroke her tits
when they began to hurt during her pregnancy. If I was asleep she
would press them against my chest or back and gently move around,
rubbing them against my warm skin. That's when I made the most
momentous decision of my life; "Is it really that bad darling?" I
asked gently. Sam nodded, and again I saw tears forming in her
eyes. "Well, OK my love, lets see if I can do something about it.
There's just one thing though darling, and that's that you must
never tell anyone what I'm doing, especially not your mother,
otherwise I'll be going to prison and you'll be taken away from
me and never be allowed to see me ever again. Understand?"
Sam looked up into my eyes, nodded and said "Yes daddy, I
understand. I just don't understand why." I grinned ruefully then
said "Well darling, many people think that if a daddy is touching
his little girl in a certain way, he's going to be hurting her.
They take the daddy away so he can't hurt her again." Sam looked
at me, frowned and said, with all her years of worldly wisdom,
"But that isn't what you're going to be doing for me daddy,
you're going to be helping me, not hurting me, so it doesn't
matter, does it?" I gave her a kiss and a hug, "No I guess not
baby. But I still don't want you to tell anyone about it. Let's
keep it our own special secret shall we?" Sam stretched up,
kissed me on the lips and whispered "OK daddy, it's our special
secret and I wont tell anyone, not even Mom." With that she
turned on to her back and opened her pyjama jacket before taking
my hand and placing it on her left breast. As soon as my
fingertips touched Sam's breast I could feel how hot they were,
and looked down to see that they were suffused with blood. This
flush was what was making them hot, and probably caused the pain
as pressure was placed on the mammary tissue. Whatever, I gave
Sam a shy smile and began to gently caress her breast mound with
my fingertips, working in a spiral from the base up to her
suddenly hard swollen nipple. I grinned inwardly as I saw she had
puffies, stroking her aureole as it slowly swelled up making a
cone shaped topping to her breast. It was all I could do to stop
myself from lowering my head and taking her nipple between my
lips and sucking it to a new rigidity. I only managed it by
imagining what Sam's mother would say if she knew, and what my
cell mates would be likely to do to me when they found out what
I'd done.
Despite these thoughts I continued to caress Sam's breasts one by
one, both with my fingertips and with the palm of my hand,
despite them only being the size of a large Lemon. With a little
shuffling about Sam was very soon laying with her head on my arm
that I'd slipped under her neck. This gave me access to both her
breasts and I was able to caress them together, my idea being
that I could get this over and done with in half the time. A fine
idea, but not quite as clever as I'd thought. Even when I stopped
for a moment to ease the position my arm was in, with her head
laying on it, all I could hear was gasps of pleasure issuing from
between Sam's tight clenched teeth. All of a sudden she gave a
long low groan and a tremor rippled up and down her tender young
frame; the little minx had had an orgasm. I lay there, completely
stunned, and wondering if she knew what had happened to her, and
why it happened. By the time I'd convinced myself that Sam didn't
really understand what had gone on I found that she'd recovered
and had turned on to her side, pressing her breasts against my
chest, one arm thrown over my chest and her legs wrapped round my
thigh as she made herself comfortable before drifting off to
sleep. Not wanting to disturb her, and inwardly enjoying the
position we were in I lay quite still and very soon followed her
example by going to sleep myself.
When I opened my eyes once more it was morning, the sun was
streaming through the partially opened drapes and I could feel a
soft warm body snuggled up against mine. This time though we were
laying on our sides, my arms were wrapped round Sam's front and
my hands were cupped over her firm young breasts once more. After
the previous evening that didn't really upset me, what did though
was the feeling I suddenly had of my hard throbbing cock being
pressed between my daughters upper thighs. Knowing it was
unlikely to have got there by accident the thought occurred to me
that maybe Sam had engineered the position we were in. As gently
as I could, trying hard not to wake her, I moved my hips back and
began to draw my cock from the soft warm haven in which it was
laying. What happened next gave me pause for thought; as soon as
she felt my manhood moving Sam clamped her thighs together as
tight as she could and moved her tight young butt back towards
me, holding tight, unwilling to let me go. "Sam darling" I said
softly "We have to talk, let me turn over please darling, I need
to go to the bathroom before we start." "Right'o daddy" she
murmured and slowly opened her thighs, allowing me to roll out of
bed to go and relieve some of the pressure on my bladder. When I
returned it was to find Sam sitting up in bed, naked to the
waist, and from what I'd felt, below it too. I had to admit, much
to my own chagrin, that Sam did have a very nice pair of tits.
They stood firm, with none of the sag that would very likely
overtake them in a few years time, especially if she took after
her mother and ended up with the same 38DD. I got back into bed
as quick as I could, not for any venal purpose, just so I could
hide the erection that was rapidly returning, from Sam's sight.
Even with the cover of the robe I'd put on in the bathroom, I
wasn't too successful, and I saw Sam grin as I shuffled back
under the covers, sitting as far away from her as I comfortably
could. "What are we going to talk about daddy?" said Sam, as she
turned to face me, pointing her nipples at me like artillery
pieces. "Just exactly what you're doing right now darling" I
replied, "It really isn't a very good idea for you to be sitting
like this especially in my bed." "But why daddy?" she said softly
"You're not doing anything I don't want, you're not doing
anything to hurt me, and I'm certainly not going to be telling
anyone that my daddy made me have an orgasm when he was rubbing
my painful boobies." SHIT!! That blew my theory that she didn't
understand what had happened. "Err.. well yes darling, that's
something else I have to say. I shouldn't have done that, and if
that's what happens when I try to take away your growing pains,
I'm afraid I won't be doing it any more." While I expected an
argument, and eventually a heart rending appeal, I got neither.
All I got was tear filled eyes and a quiet acceptance as she said
"I understand daddy, and I'm sorry if I embarrassed you, but will
you still rub my tummy when I have painful periods, please
daddy?"
Seeing her sitting there like that almost broke my heart. I held
out my arms to her, and a moment later she was sitting on my lap,
wrapped in my arms, with hers tight round my neck, kissing me
over and over again as she pressed her naked body to my chest.
What also happened of course was that my bathrobe had fallen open
as she straddled my lap, and with her being naked it meant that
her soft warm hairless pussy was suddenly pressing down on my
hard throbbing manhood. It wasn't that I didn't notice what was
happening, I just wasn't paying attention. Sam was however, and
as she laid her head on my shoulder she began to move her hips to
and fro so gently that it took me a moment or two before I
noticed what was going on. That's not quite accurate; what
actually happened was that Sam was rubbing her clit against the
underside of my erection long enough for her to climax once
again. That was immediately followed by my own orgasm as I shot a
truly massive amount of semen against both our abdomens before I
could do anything about it. I was truly mortified by this and
threw Sam off my lap, wrapped my robe round me and dashed to the
bathroom where I ripped the robe off my back and got under the
shower before I turned it on, disregarding the icy cold blast
that hit me as I tried to scrub myself clean.
I stood there for a long time, the water from the shower head
washing away my tears of shame, and I was so deep in
concentration I didn't hear the bathroom door open. The first I
knew of Sam's presence was when she said "Are you going to make
me have a cold shower daddy. Maybe I should get in with you while
there's still some hot water left" and before I could reply she
was standing between me and the water jet washing herself clean
of the drying cum that coated her lower abdomen. When that was
done Sam turned round to face me, pressed her wonderful naked
body close to mine and reached up to kiss me tenderly on the
lips. "I think we need to have a little talk about what has just
happened, don't you daddy?" she said softly, and when I nodded
dumbly she gave me a loving smile, turned off the shower and
reached for a towel. I just stood there while she patted me dry,
back and front, ignoring the erection that had re-appeared as she
knelt in front of me drying my legs. When I was dry she did the
same for herself, hanging the towel on the heated rail when she
was done, then taking hold of my hand as she led me back to my
bedroom. Somehow I allowed her to push me down on the bed so I
was sitting with my back against the headboard, completely naked.
To make things worse, for me at any rate, Sam sat in front of me,
Indian style, with her hands on her thighs. This of course
displayed her wonderful smooth, almost hairless pussy to it's
very best advantage, as well as allowing her breasts to stand
proudly as she held her shoulders back, and her back up straight.
"I guess from what you did, that you didn't feel too comfortable
about what happened, did you daddy?" she said softly, and with a
tiny smile on her lips. I just shook my head, still unable to
bring myself to speak to her. "Hmm.. I didn't think so" she
continued, "I suppose I should apologise for what I did. It
wasn't very nice of me to take advantage of you like that,
especially when you had been so good to me. I'm sorry daddy, but
I didn't really expect to have quite that much of an effect on
you." I shook my head, "No Sam darling, it wasn't your fault, it
was mine. I should have been able to control myself better, and I
promise it won't happen again darling, no matter what." Sam sat
there, her original grin slowly fading as she realised what I'd
just said. She frowned for a moment as if she was thinking hard,
then she smiled and said "Daddy, how old am I?" "Well baby, I'm
quite sure you know it's your birthday in a weeks time, and that
you'll be fourteen. Why do you ask?" She shook her head slowly
"Oh, I was just wondering if you thought I was still a little
girl that needed protecting from learning about sex, that's all
daddy." I blushed at this reminder of what had happened, and Sam
grinned as I said "Well, as far as I'm concerned darling you are.
The one thing I have to do is protect you until you're able to do
it for yourself." "But who are you going to protect me from
daddy, no you surely?" "Yes, if necessary, even from me. I'm the
one person that you should always be able to trust to look after
you, not have to watch out for so you don't get abused."
A broad smile spread over Sam's face, and she unwrapped her legs,
crawled on hands and knees up the bed until she was once more
straddling my thighs and sat down firmly on my slowly swelling
manhood. When I went to push her off she resisted, saying "Daddy,
let me sit here while I say something, please daddy." I nodded
resignedly, and allowed her to sit on my erection, once more
feeling the length of it pressing against her warm wet pussy
lips. "Now then daddy" she said "What you have to understand is
that despite me only being fourteen, I do know what sex is all
about, at least I think I do, never having experienced it yet.
Not only do we have sex-ed at school, a number of my friends have
lost their cherries, and are enjoying themselves on a regular
basis with their boyfriends." She smiled at the look of horror on
my face then said in a whisper "Don't worry daddy, I'm still a
virgin, in fact I haven't even let any of the boys at school get
their hands inside my bra, let alone my panties." My relief was
so visible that Sam burst into a fit of the giggles, and this
somehow lightened my mood for a moment or two. "The thing is
daddy, that you've been giving me orgasms for a long time,
especially when you were rubbing my painful boobies for me." She
grinned as I nodded my head in acknowledgement of the fact, then
continued, "Well, don't you think I might have enjoyed being able
to do the same for you, even if it was so very quick, and I
didn't even get to see what it looked like, or how it happened?"
Sam paused for a moment, then she hit me with it, "The thing is
daddy, I really would like you to teach me all about sex, at
least the bits I don't already know. I'd like to see what a mans
penis looks like close up, and I'd like you to show me what it
feels like to be made love to by the only person that I know
really loves me."
"I can't darling" I said in a whisper, "Surely you'd rather have
someone your own age show you that sort of thing?" Sam shook her
head, "Not if my friend Melissa is anything to go by daddy. I saw
her in the shower after gym one day, and she had bruises all over
her boobs, and scratches on her thighs. When I asked her what had
happened she told me her boyfriend got a bit too enthusiastic on
their last date. Daddy, I don't want that to happen to me, I'd
much rather have you show me how it should be done. Besides" she
said with a grin "I know it's going to be a lot more comfortable
here than in the back of a car or out in the woods somewhere." At
that point I said that we had to get up and have breakfast, and
that we could continue our discussion later. In fact Sam was
bombarding me with arguments all morning, and when we were
sitting down after having our lunch I decided to tell her a big
lie for the first time in my life, hoping it was going to be the
one thing that closed the subject. "I'm sorry Sam darling, but
even if I agree with everything you've said I still can't help
you out for medical reasons." "Oh, what's that then daddy?" she
asked suddenly confused. "Well darling, it seems I'm allergic to
something they use to make condoms, and we can't take the risk of
you getting pregnant, can we?" "Oh, damn" said Sam under her
breath, but not low enough for me not to hear. I smiled inwardly
as she looked up at me and said "Is that the reason you can't do
anything for me daddy?" I nodded once, and she continued "But, if
that wasn't a problem would you do what I asked?" I may as well
have hung myself, but I just nodded and said "Yes darling, I
would, after all you are a very desirable young lady, and I agree
that you might get hurt doing it with an inexperienced boy."
"Would you even have popped my cherry for me on my birthday?" she
persisted, and like a fool I smiled lovingly at her and said "Yes
of course I would my love. I do think it might be a good idea to
stop talking about it though, don't you darling, I'd hate for you
to feel bad about not being able to go any further." Sam nodded
slowly, "Well OK daddy, it is a bit of a bummer, I don't suppose
there's anyway we can not get me pregnant so you don't have to
use a condom, is there daddy?" I shook my head "No sorry darling,
I'm afraid there isn't. If there was I'd start showing you right
now." "Is that a promise daddy?" Sam asked with a cheeky grin
spreading across her face. I nodded "Yes darling, it's a promise"
I said, and sighed as she slid off my lap and kissed me tenderly
on the lips. "OK daddy, just wait a moment, I have to go to the
bathroom, I won't be a moment." With that she dashed out of the
room, and up the stairs making as much noise as a herd of
Elephants. Less than two minutes later Sam was standing in front
of me, her hands behind her back and a big grin on her face
"Daddy, I think the expression is 'Read them and weep' isn't it?"
she asked and brought her hand from behind her and handed me a
flat strip with days of the week printed by each bubble. SHE WAS
ON THE PILL!! "How.. When.." was all I could get out before Sam
leaned over and kissed me passionately on the lips.
"Mom got me started on them almost a year ago daddy. She thought
I might have some trouble with boys, and wanted me to be safe in
case I got outnumbered. You see daddy, we don't just go to the
movies when I see her, we also have nice long girl to girl talks
about all the things girls need a mother to talk to about."
Having never consciously broken a promise to Sam I got very close
to it now, but stopped myself and resigned myself to the
inevitable. "I don't suppose you want to wait until tonight, do
you baby?" I asked with a grin on my face. "Not a minute longer
than necessary daddy, I've worked too hard to get this far, I'm
not going to let you find an excuse to change your mind." With
that she grabbed my hand, pulled me to my feet and almost dragged
me up the stairs to my bedroom. I was about to start removing my
clothes when Sam stopped me, took hold of the buttons on my shirt
and said "Let me do this please daddy, I've waited long enough."
My shirt pants and shoes came off in a flash. Sam then knelt down
in front of me, her face inches away from the bulge in my shorts
as she looked up into my eyes and smiled. Having hooked her
fingers in the waistband she began to pull downwards very slowly,
enjoying watching every inch as it was uncovered. When my pubic
bush was in view she paused as she ran her fingertips through it
say in hushed tones "WOW, I didn't know it was so hard, almost
like wirewool, doesn't it scratch you at all daddy?" "No love, it
just soaks up a lot of perspiration when I get hot" I said as I
gently ruffled her hair. By now I had a stonking great hard on,
and Sam had to pull the waistband out as she pulled my pants down
further so she could free it from it's confines.
As my cock flew free and gave a couple of bounces Sam knelt there
enthralled, still holding on to my shorts which were only half
way down my thighs. "Oh, WOW, it's massive" she gasped, not true,
as I'm only of average size, but if it was her first look at a
male member anything is likely to look impressive. After a moment
staring she remembered what she was doing and whipped my shorts
down my legs and off my feet as I lifted each one to assist her.
"Can I..?" she started, then grinned as she decided the answer
was going to be 'Yes' anyway, and wrapped her hands round my
shaft, holding it quite still and also quite firmly. I would have
to show her just how gentle she will have to be in future, I
thought, but for now I just enjoyed the feeling of her soft warm
hands as they held on for grim death.
Slowly Sam removed one of her hands from my cock and I saw her
touch one fingertip to the tip, then felt her rubbing round and
round the head as if finger painting. I opened my eyes which I'd
closed in ecstasy, and saw that she was spreading the oozing
drops of pre cum all over my glans. She then took me by surprise
by opening her mouth and engulfing my cock in a single motion,
almost making me cum as I felt her tongue lapping it's way all
round the head. After a moment or two I touched her head and
gasped "Not too much darling, I don't think I'd last very long,
and we have so much more to do." She pulled her head back,
smiling as my cock left her mouth with a loud 'plop', then she
stood up and pressed her body close to mine and said in a whisper
"I've waited so long to do that daddy, it's one of the things me
and Mom talked about. She said most men and boys liked it, and it
was one of your favourite ways of being aroused." Oh god, she'd
been discussing our sex life with my ex wife for fucks sake. I
suddenly wondered what else she'd been instructed in.
"Do I have to undress myself daddy, or are you going to do it for
me?" Sam's voice brought me from my reverie, and I grinned at her
saying "Sauce for the Goose baby" and began to remove her T-shirt
from the waistband of her Levi's as she lifted her arms above her
head. As this brought her breasts into focus, and slightly closer
to my lips I paused as the hem of the garment reached her wrists
and she was now naked from shoulder to waist. More importantly
for me, her breasts were inches from my face, and all I had to do
was lean forward so I could take one between my lips and suck it
into my mouth. I thought for a moment that Sam was going to
collapse. Her knees suddenly relaxed so I had to release her arms
and grab her by the waist to stop her falling over. As this also
removed my lips from her nipple I made sure she wasn't going to
do it again and spun her round, laid her on the bed and quickly
stripped her clothes off, throwing them on to the floor out of
the way. Remembering what had just happened, and how much she
enjoyed it, Sam held her arms above her head once more, bringing
her breasts into profile once more, and making them both
available to my lips and fingers. As I took one in my mouth again
I trapped the other nipple between finger and thumb and began to
gently tweak and roll it, as I suckled and tongue lashed the
other one. I didn't know if this was part of her mothers course
of instruction, but I do know that Sam enjoyed what I was doing.
So much so that, after just a few minutes, and only one change of
nipple by me, she was suddenly crying out in ecstasy as her
latest male induced orgasm exploded inside her, sending ripples
of pleasure out to every nerve ending in her tender young body.
After a few minutes of laying quite still, gasping for breath Sam
opened her eyes, turned her head to look at me and said
breathlessly "God, daddy, that was the most awesome thing I ever
experienced, can we do it again please?" I reached over and
kissed her tenderly, "Of course we can darling, but I thought we
might try something different first. When we've done everything
once then we can start repeating ourselves. What do you say?" She
said nothing, just nodded her head vigorously, then rolled on to
her side and pressed her firm naked breasts against my side. This
of course made my cock twitch as it lay against her hip, and she
giggled as she looked own, saying, "Does that thing have a will
of it's own daddy?" I grinned and nodded, "Oh, believe me
darling, it does. You can be sure it'll find a way to embarrass
me every opportunity it can. You just think back to when I used
to give your tummy a rub to get rid of your period pain. Better
still, think what happened when I used to rub you breasts when
they were growing." Sam smiled at me, then she blushed prettily
as she said "Oh, believe me daddy, I do, quite a lot. In fact
that's one of the things I think about when I try to get myself
off at night." She paused for a moment then said softly "What I
can't understand daddy, is why you never did anything else. After
all most men would love to get their hands on a pair of boobs
like I had, and all you did was rub them 'til the pain went
away." "Because I was your father darling, and even though I
didn't dislike what I was doing, I certainly wasn't going to do
anything else to you in case I caused you to feel abused."
Sam giggled into my chest, then looked up, smiled at me and said
"Well daddy, the only way you could abuse me now is by saying you
won't carry on with what you're doing. What do we do next?"
"This" I said, and rolled her off me. Laid her on her back and
began to kiss my way down her face, over her chest, round each
breast and down her abdomen until I came to her firm swollen
mons, and the tiny patch of soft golden fur that was sprinkled
over it. Almost instantly Sam spread her thighs and bent her
knees as she opened her sex to me. I spent a moment or two
kissing and licking my way up and down each soft tender thigh,
only stopping when I was an inch away from the centre of her
femininity. The odour of her secretions was driving me mad with
lust, and I had a hard job forcing myself to take my time. In the
end though I had to do it, and slowly I lowered my face until my
lips were touching her pussy, and my chin was getting soaked with
her female emissions. The instant my tongue touched Sam's pussy
lips she screamed out loud and tried to clamp her thighs
together, being stopped only by my arms that were placed each
side of my head. I'd been trapped there before, and almost lost
an ear once as a girl with strong thighs almost crushed my skull.
Over and over again Sam cried out as orgasm after orgasm hit her.
Eventually it was all too much for her and with a final withering
cry of ecstasy she slowly collapsed into a limp panting heap. It
was some time before Sam was able to take notice of what was
happening around her, and by that time I'd been to the kitchen,
made myself a cup of coffee, and fetched her a soda. By the time
Sam was half way down the bottle she'd recovered enough to speak,
and her first words were "Can we do that again please daddy?" I
grinned and nodded, "Of course darling, just as soon as you
like." In a flash she put down her drink, slid down the bed and
opened her thighs as I shuffled down the bed and lowered my lips
to her sopping wet pussy. This time I pressed my tongue as far
into her love tunnel as I could, pressing the tip of my middle
finger to her tight puckered rose hole. This made her gasp, but
she didn't stop me, mainly I think because she was enjoying what
I was doing to her pussy. There I was moving up her slit,
pressing my tongue between her labia, and wiping the flat of it
against her sex. When I reached the top of her slit I began to
flick my tongue against her suddenly hard pulsating clit. It
wasn't long before I felt her tense up as she reached her climax,
and just as she began to cry out once more in ecstasy I pressed
my finger through her tight anal pucker and as deep as my hand
would allow. This took her one step above ecstasy, and once more
she passed out with sensory overload.
I'd managed to clean us both up by the time Sam opened her eyes
again, this time she saw me leaning against the head of the bed
looking down at her as she slept. As she lay there in silence I
bent down, placed my lips on hers in a soft tender loving kiss
and said softly "Well, darling, how do you feel now, well rested
I hope?" Sam sighed, smiled and said "I feel wonderful daddy, a
bit tired, but wonderful nevertheless. I guess it's my turn to do
the same to you, isn't it?" I grinned and shook my head, "Not
necessarily baby, this isn't something you have to repay you
know, it's done because you want to do it, and because it's
something you enjoy doing." I chuckled softly "I guess you know I
enjoy eating you out, don't you?" with a shy giggle Sam said
"Well, I did sort of get that idea daddy, was this something you
and Mom did a lot of?" Before I could answer Sam was sitting up
on my lap, her arms round my neck and her lips next to my ear as
she said "Don't answer that daddy. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have
ask so stupid a question especially right now." Suddenly she gave
a wiggle of her butt and said "Damn, look what I've done with my
stupid mouth. I better see if I can do something about it before
it goes to sleep permanently." With that she rolled off my lap,
lay on my legs and took hold of my flaccid cock between finger
and thumb.
As Sam touched her lips to my cockhead it began to swell once
more, and as she kissed and licked her way up and down the
growing shaft it got longer and harder, until at last it was at
it's fullest length, and was throbbing in her hands to the beat
of my heart. Opening her mouth wide Sam engulfed my cock and
wiped her tongue round the head as she closed her lips behind the
ridge and began to breath through her nose. After a short while
Sam came up for air, still not having mastered the art of
breathing through a half blocked air duct. As she lay there I
slid down the bed, making her turn round when she went to
continue with her task. That's when I surprised her and lifted
her hips over my shoulders, placing her knees either side of my
head. In a flash she understood what was happening, and dropped
her head over my cock again, this time only holding the head in
her mouth sucking like a Hoover as I attached my lips to her
pussy. With all the stimulation I'd received, almost coming to
climax twice as Sam exploded, it wasn't long before the sight,
taste and smell of what was just above my face took it's toll,
and I was suddenly crying out "I'm cumming Sam darling, I'm
cumming nooooow.." and I exploded in orgasm before she had a
chance to remove my cock from her mouth.
It turned out she wouldn't have done that anyway, but even though
she was aware of what was happening, she just wasn't prepared for
the flood of hot sticky semen that erupted into her mouth. Before
she knew what was going on the first wad of cum spattered against
the back of her throat making her start to gag, then swallow as
the next, and the next, followed up in quick succession. Time
after time she gulped down a mouthful of my seed laden semen,
only stopping when she felt nothing more shooting from the end of
my throbbing penis. With a final slurp Sam drew her head back,
releasing my cock, before licking up and down the shaft as she
found where some had leaked out between her lips and trickled
down my cock. As I lay there totally spent I felt Sam roll off me
and sit by my side as she reached over to snag the rest of her
soda. I opened my eyes and smiled as I watched her rinse it round
her mouth before swallowing, wondering if it was the taste or
texture she wasn't sure about. She must have seem me out of the
corner of her eye, because she turned to face me, grinned
sheepishly and said "What! I'm just finishing my drink, your cum
seems to make me thirsty, just like it did Mom." Once more she
blushed at her faux pas, and I smiled up at her as I said "It's
all right baby, I understand. I guess you spend a lot of time
talking about sex when you're together." Sam giggled, shook her
head and said "Well, not really daddy, just when I see or think
of something that makes me curious, that I don't feel I can ask
you about" she smiled wickedly, "I don't think that's going to
happen in the future is it daddy, at least I won't be shy asking
you anything about sex from now on."
For the first time in hours I looked at the clock by my bed, and
saw it was almost six in the afternoon, time for our evening
meal. Despite all the exercise we'd both had, we didn't feel like
eating too much so settled for a well filled Salad sandwich.
While I was putting them together Sam made a pot of coffee, and
we took them both into the living room and pigged out on the
sofa. I have to say that we were both dressed, and in a way that
very soon became the standard for the times we didn't intend to
leave the house at weekends. I had on a set of sweats I'd been
using when I had a jogging fad, while Sam just wore a short skirt
and an undersized T-shirt. The thing about her skirt is that if
she stood still, or sat with her knees close together, it looked
perfectly respectable. If, however, she turned too quickly, bent
over with her legs straight, or sat with her thighs relaxed and
knees open, I was given a wonderful view of her soft down covered
pussy. This of course became her standard way of getting me
aroused, and I always knew if she was horny because she would
come down from her bedroom wearing it, and with a cheeky smile on
her face.
This first evening though all she did was snuggle up close to me,
my arm round her shoulders and my hand resting lightly on her
firm breast. After a while Sam slipped down my body and lay with
her head on my thighs, her legs hanging over the arm of the sofa.
My hand followed her down, and ended up resting on her tummy
where she held it for a moment before lifting the hem of her T-
shirt out of the waistband of her skirt and pulled it up to her
chin. This exposed her breasts once more, and she smiled as she
gently pulled my hand up to them and pressed it firmly on her
nipple. "Do I take it you'd like me to caress your breasts Sam
darling?" I asked with a smile on my lips. Sam nodded, smiled and
said in a soft sexy voice "Please daddy." What else could I do? I
actually spent the next hour caressing her breasts, rolling her
nipples between finger and thumb, and rubbing the palm of my hand
over the tip of each hard pulsating nipple turn and turn about.
All this time Sam just lay there with her eyes closed, and gasps
of pleasure coming from her open mouth as she enjoyed the
sensuous feelings my actions were engendering.
As I caressed her breasts I also noticed that Sam's knees were
starting to bend, and her skirt was slipping up her thighs as
they got higher and higher. Eventually it was laying in a bunch
across her hips, displaying her hot swollen pussy lips laying
glistening with her sexual emissions between her wide open
thighs. Before she knew what is was doing I'd moved my hand from
her titties and had placed my palm over her vaginal mound,
pressing my middle finger between her lips and rubbing the side
of my thumb against her swollen clitoral bud. Moments later her
back arched, she went rigid as a board and she cried out loud as
a massive orgasm exploded inside her. I watched carefully for
when Sam recovered and opened her eyes again, taking it as a sign
for what I did next. That was to run my index finger around her
cum soaked pussy lips and then wipe it clean on her hard
pulsating nipples. As she watched what I was doing I saw a
mystified look on her face, until I lowered my head and covered
each one with my lips, sucking them both clean, and flicking them
with the tip of my tongue.
Sam just lay there, her tender young frame quivering with
pleasure as echoes of her orgasm rippled up and down her body,
reaching out to the furthest extremities and returning to the
core of her sex. After a few minutes she struggled to her knees,
with which she straddled my thighs, settling her sopping wet
pussy atop my hard throbbing erection still contained inside my
loose pants. Despite what I expected, Sam just sat there, resting
her head on my shoulder, gently rocking to and fro rubbing her
pussy against the length of my hard cock. "Come on baby" I said
softly "I think it's time for bed, I'm tired even if you're not."
I chuckled as Sam moaned "Noooo.. I'm too tired to move, I want
to stay here all night. Can I please daddy?" "Not when there's a
perfectly good and comfortable bed upstairs my love" I replied
and wrapped one hand under her almost naked butt, and the other
round her back, then standing upright in a single surge of
effort. Instinctively Sam wrapped her legs round my waist and
held on tight with her arms round my neck as I carried her
upstairs to her bedroom. With her still holding on tight as a
limpet I bent over, turned her bedclothes back and tried to lay
her down. When she refused to let go I whispered "Samantha my
love, if you don't let go by the time I've counted to five, I'll
take you into the bathroom and hold you under a cold shower,
understood?"
Sam shook her head as she giggled, then I started to count
"One... Two... Three" "OK daddy I give in" she cried, knowing in
her heart I would do as I said. I stood upright, looking down at
her as she lay with her skirt up round her hips, and her T-shirt
rolled above her breasts, completely unable to prevent my
erection from appearing and causing a bulge in my sweats. "Right
then baby" I said softly "I want you undressed and in bed by the
time I've been to the bathroom. If you are, I'll give you a
goodnight kiss and tuck you in like I used to when you were a
little girl. OK?" "Yes daddy" she said with a beautiful smile on
her lips, and I turned and stepped quickly out of her bedroom and
headed for the bathroom where I had a hard job emptying my
bladder due to the strength of my erection. I managed it
eventually and slowly returned to Sam's room where I found her in
bed, the covers up to her neck and a smile on her lips. I sat on
the edge of her bed, bent over and touched my lips to hers in a
soft tender loving kiss. "I love you Sam darling," I said softly
as I looked lovingly into her eyes. "I love you too daddy, I just
wish, sometimes that it wasn't just the two of us though, and
that Mom was back with us." I winced at the thought, then said in
a whisper "Well that's all very well my love, but if Mom was
still with us, none of what we've done recently would have
happened. You'd also have gone for a very long time having to put
up with painful periods and painful boobies when you were growing
up." Sam grinned, took her arms from under the covers, showing me
her naked breasts once more, then pulled me down into a hard
passionate kiss. "I guess you're right daddy, but it's a nice
thought anyway."
As I was about to leave the room Sam called me back and said
softly "I don't suppose you would consider popping my cherry
tonight, would you daddy?" I grinned at her across the dimly lit
room, "I don't think so my love, I think it best of we leave it
until you're birthday next weekend, don't you?" Giving a sigh of
resignation she grinned up at me and said softly "Oh, I guess so
daddy, it's just that after this evening I can't wait to see
what it feels like to have you deep inside my body, filling me up
with your penis and squirting me full of your hot creamy cum."
With a final chuckle I closed the door behind me and made my way
to bed. I suppose what happened next was inevitable, and I should
have tried to prevent it. As it was I didn't, and things began to
happen far quicker than I really wanted them to.
I slept well that night, and, not having to get up early the next
morning drifted off to sleep thinking about how I would be able
to enjoy a lay in. I was used to waking up with a boner, usually
because I had taken too much liquid on board the previous
evening. This morning was no different, apart from the fact I'd
not drank very much before going to bed, therefore my erection
must have been of a sexual nature. This wasn't too surprising
considering what had transpired over the past few days. What was
surprising was the feeling of having my cock squeezed in a hot
wet tubular vice. I opened my eyes and gave a loud yell of
"Noooo..", then bucked hard as I tried to dislodge Sam from her
position seated on my hips, by cock buried deep in her tight
virgin pussy. This of course was pretty stupid of me, as all that
happened was that I drove myself deeper into her that I already
was, if that was possible, considering where she was sitting to
begin with. When I tried to push her off with my hands I found I
wasn't able to move them more than a couple of inches. She'd tied
them to the bed, my feet too, as I found when I tried to move
them.
One thing my old granddad taught me was not to fight the
inevitable, and bide my time when wanting revenge as my turn
would come sooner or later. Most of this was a load of garbage of
course, but as I didn't want to hurt myself by fighting the ropes
that held me, I decided to relax and see what Sam was going to do
next. What she did was cum. Almost as soon as I stopped trying to
buck her off me, she settled down with my cock buried balls deep
inside her and suddenly screamed out loud as her climax overtook
her, and she collapsed on to my chest totally spent and gasping
for breath. Being unable to do much else, I lay there enjoying
the feeling of having her firm breasts, with their hard nipples,
pressing into my chest, and the pulsating aftermath of her orgasm
massaging my still hard throbbing cock. It took some few minutes
for Sam to recover, and that had given me time to work out my
response to her unseemly actions. It wasn't the fact that she was
no longer a virgin, nor the fact that I hadn't been aware of her
having destroyed her maidenhead on my cock. It was the fact that
she thought it necessary to prevent me from refusing to help her
do it all, by lashing me to the bed. I knew what I planned was
going to be difficult for me to carry through, and would also be
painful for her in the short term, but I felt I had to make a
very serious point to her, for her own long term good. I'm sorry
if that sounds a little pretentious, but that's the way my mind
was working; Father Mode, in overdrive.
As Sam slowly pushed her hands against my chest and sat upright,
she looked down at me with the most beautiful look of ecstasy on
her face. I doubt if she had ever, or would ever, feel quite as
good as she did just at that moment. What she didn't know was
that her moment was going to be shattered, and really quite soon.
"Oh, WOW daddy, that was simply the most amazing thing I've ever
experienced. If I'd realised having sex was going to feel that
good I'd have done something about it years ago" she said ending
with a giggle. I looked into her eyes, my face as blank as I
could make it, then said softly "Well Sam darling, I'm glad you
enjoyed it so much. I'm just so sorry you felt you had to rape me
now, instead of waiting for a few more days when I was going to
make love to you as a special birthday treat. Still, I guess it
was your decision, and I'm afraid you're going to have to live
with the consequences for a long time." Sam froze for a moment,
then her face dropped and I saw tears appear in her eyes. "What
do you mean daddy, I didn't rape you, this was just a bit of fun
for you to wake up to, that's all." "Oh" I said softly, "I see.
Well do you think you could complete the fun part, then untie me
please. I have to go to the bathroom."
Getting untied would have been really great under normal
circumstances. What Sam did was shuffle herself up my body, her
thighs still straddling me. Then lean over to reach for the ropes
as she undid the knots. This of course meant that her newly
violated pussy was being held a few inches away from my face, and
I almost succumbed to temptation and reached out with my tongue
to lick at her glistening pussy lips. I didn't, but determined to
remember this as something to try at some later date. As she
moved back down, having freed my hands, I could see Sam wasn't
looking too pleased with herself. In fact she was looking pretty
miserable, and close to floods of tears. She also wasn't thinking
too clearly, as shown by the way she turned round to face the
foot of the bed and crawled on hands and knees down the bed to
get to the ropes holding my feet. This gave me and even better,
if different, view of Sam's pussy, and seriously tempted me to
get to my knees behind her and take her doggie style. I managed
to resist, but again held on to the memory for future reference.
By now I was able to sit up, and when I did I looked at Sam as
she sat back on her heels at the bottom of the bed and said
"Right Sam my dear, I have to go to the bathroom, I'll see you
downstairs for breakfast in a few minutes." With that I rolled
off the bed, found my bathrobe and walked slowly out of the
bedroom, quietly closing the door behind me.
By the time I'd finished my morning ablutions and returned to my
room, Sam had gone, and I heard the shower start up again as I
passed the bathroom on my way down to the kitchen. It was half an
hour later that a very subdued daughter joined me for breakfast,
so subdued that she hardly spoke a word all through the meal. The
only words she uttered were a soft 'please' and 'thank you daddy'
when I offered her something she was reaching across the table
for. Breakfast over I loaded the dishwasher, cleared up the
kitchen and made my way to my den to catch up on my e-mail, and
put some time in on a project I'd brought home from work. I
suppose it was a couple of hours later that I had to go to the
bathroom again, and as I passed the door to Sam's bedroom I heard
what sounded like her crying. I forced myself to resist the urge
to go and comfort her, feeling the need to have her come to me
and talk the problem over. Returning past her room on the way
downstairs I heard the sobs had ceased, and walked past, down to
my den, once more immersing myself in work, in an effort to hold
on to my resolve. This was hurting me, even after so short a
time, and I knew Sam wasn't feeling any better.
I was about to close down and go and do something about lunch,
when there was a knock on the door and Sam came in carrying a
tray with a pot of coffee and a plate of sandwiches, obviously my
lunch, and an attempt at a peace offering. "I thought you might
be hungry by now daddy" she said softly, "So I made you something
so you wouldn't have to stop working for too long." "Thank you
Samantha my dear" I said, "That was very thoughtful of you" and I
placed the tray on my worktable and began to eat my lunch in
silence. I saw the look of horror on Sam's face as I thanked her,
knowing I'd been far more severe on her than she ever imagined I
ever could. I'd called her by her full name, rather than the
diminutive version her mother and I had used since she could
talk, let alone walk. The only other times it had been used was
when we had been so angry with her she'd actually been spanked.
That had been almost eight years ago, yet she still held on to
the memory of that day. What had happened was that we'd been out
on a trip to a nearby Forest Wilderness Park, and allowed Sam to
run free on the understanding that she didn't stray from the
marked pathway. As might have been expected she got so excited
she forgot what had been said, and she suddenly decided to dive
into the underbrush beside the path. What she didn't know was
that there was a deep drainage ditch covered by underbrush, and
she started to slide down the bank as soon as she pushed through
the first few bits of vegetation. I caught hold of her just
before she hit the stagnant and very unsavoury, slime that half
filled the ditch, and dragged her back up by her T-shirt
scratching the two of us in the process.
Before she knew what was happening I'd knelt down on one knee,
laid her over the other one and given her four firm spanks on her
tiny Levi covered bottom. She was so shocked at what happened she
forgot to cry, not that I'd meant to cause her any pain, just
show her how angry I was that she'd disobeyed my instructions,
and put herself in danger. I'd explained all this later that
evening when she was put to bed, and I'd gone to give her her
customary good night kiss. "Why did you beat me daddy?" she asked
in a tiny voice as I sat beside her "Don't you love me any more?"
I smiled lovingly down at her and said "Of course I do darling, I
guess I spanked you because I love you so much, and I don't want
you ever to put yourself in danger again by disobeying something
I've told you to do, understand?" Sam looked at me for a moment,
frowning as she tried to reconcile a beating with me loving her.
She then gave a shake of her head and said "No daddy, how can you
punish someone, and still love them?" God I hate smart kids,
especially when they question something I consider simple. "Well,
try to think what would have happened if mommy and I hadn't been
so close, and you'd have slipped down into all that sticky smelly
mud. That was so deep I may not have been able to reach you
quickly, and you might have died." Apart from turning pale at the
thought, for a moment Sam didn't move or say a word. "I bet you
think mommy and me are pretty rotten some times, don't you" I
continued gently. "Especially when we wont let you do something
you want to do." She grinned slightly and nodded, "Well, what you
have to realise baby, is that all we're trying to do is keep you
safe, and stop you getting hurt." I grinned down at her and said
"We are so old that we have done everything you want to do, and
sometimes got hurt when we didn't do as our mommy and daddy told
us. That's why we know what can happen, and try to make sure you
don't do the same as we did."
"Did you fall into a ditch like I did daddy?" Sam said, her eyes
popping out. "Well, not quite like that" I replied with a smile,
"I fell down a high bank and into a river because I didn't do as
my daddy told me." I chuckled for a moment as I recalled that
day, then said "And I got a good licking from him too, harder
than I spanked you today, because I was a lot older, and should
have know better. I never did that again, and always did as my
daddy told me afterwards." This was probably the first lie I'd
ever told her, but thought it justified under the circumstances.
Sam sat up, put her arms round my neck and pulled me into a big
kiss for a six year old. "I'm sorry I didn't do what you said
daddy, and I promise I won't do it ever again." I laid her back
down, kissed her tenderly on the forehead and said softly "OK
baby, you're forgiven, please don't make me worry about you any
more." By the time I'd finished speaking she was asleep, gently
snoring as she slept the sleep of the innocent and the just. That
was the last time I'd laid a hand on her, and not because of any
ideological reason, but because she never gave me cause. Now she
was giving me cause, but the last thing I intended to do was
spank her, ideologically because of her age, and her blossoming
sexuality.
Sam came and cleared away my empty plate etc. leaving the
unfinished pot of coffee, and closing the door as she left the
den. I didn't see her again for the rest of the afternoon, and
then only to ask what she wanted for supper. With her lack of
interest, and my unwillingness to soften my demeanour I phoned
out for a Pizza, the two of us pigging out in the kitchen rather
than getting comfortable in the living room as we usually did.
Later that evening I locked up, poked my head into the living
room where I'd heard the TV was on, and said a stilted goodnight
to Sam, quickly closing the door and going up to bed. I'd had my
shower, and heard Sam climbing the stairs as I went into my room,
deciding to throw the lock on the door to ensure I wasn't
disturbed during the night. About an hour later I heard the door
knob rattle as Sam tried to open the door. I then heard her sobs
as she obviously leaned against the door. She stayed there for a
few minutes than I heard her own door close, shortly after which
I fell into a very disturbed sleep. I hardly slept at all that
night, and Sam was the same if the way she looked next morning
was anything to go by. Sunday we both got up early, it being one
of the days Sam was going to spend with her mother.
We had breakfast at seven, Sam still in her night things and
bathrobe while I'd showered and dressed already as I'd been awake
since five, and needed a cup of coffee. Seeing no sense in
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