Teaching Daddy's Girl
She was sitting cross legged in front of the television in her pooh bear
pajamas, her big stuffed bear in between her legs, her chin resting on
its head. Her small, nimble fingers manipulated the game controller
expertly. Every so often she took a bite of the sandwich and fries
sitting on the plate on the floor beside her. Her long black hair hung
straight down her back, neatly combed and still wet from her bath. The
sounds of him getting ready to go out carried out to where she was
sitting.
Soon he walked out to where she was sitting, doing up his tie. He was
dressed up in a nice suit and had taken special pains with his
appearance. He looked down at her and smiled, "I should only be gone
three or four hours honey."
She looked up at him with her big, baby blue eyes, "OK Daddy. I can stay
up until you get home right? You promised, remember?"
Shrugging into his suit jacket he chuckled, "I remember honey. Yes, you
can stay up until I get home since you got all your chores and bath
done." He looked in a nearby mirror to make sure everything was straight
and in place then turned back to her, "I have to leave honey so give me
a hug and kiss goodbye."
Pausing the game she bounced to her feet and wrapped her arms around his
waist and stood on her tip toes to give him a peck on the lips. "Have a
good time Daddy."
Giving her a tight hug he said, "I'll try angel. Now, you be good. You
know the rules so make sure you follow them. If I'm going to be late
I'll call." He gave her a kiss on the top of the head and a soft pat on
the bottom before grabbing his keys and walked out the door.
She went back to playing her game. About ten minutes after he left she
saved the game and shut off the consol. After taking her plate into the
kitchen and putting it in the dishwasher she walked back into the living
room. She looked out the front windows up and down the street a couple
times. Nope, no sign of him coming back. If he had forgotten something
he would have been back by now. A knot of apprehension twisted her
insides and her mouth was dry. What she was going to do wasn't strictly
forbidden but she didn't think Daddy would like it if he knew.
Standing at the window, she watched the street fro another 15 minutes or
so, butterflies loose in her stomach and shaking slightly. When she was
positive he wasn't going to return she stepped over to the entertainment
center and knelt down. Daddy had never forbidden her to look in the
bottom cabinet but it was always kept locked. Last night, it seemed, he
had forgotten to lock it up after he was done watching the movies he
kept in there. With shaking hands she opened the door and started to
pull the movies out. She examined each box carefully before setting it
aside. Each of them showed people in some kind of sexual position and
was very graphic. Her stomach was in a tight ball and that place between
her legs tingled and itched as she looked at the men and women doing
things she didn't know they could do. She stared particularly hard at
the naked mens' genitallia She had seen her Daddy naked before but it
seemed to be different then these pictures. In the pictures all the
mens' 'things' were long, hard and stuck out or up. When she had seen
Daddys' it was small, kinda' shriveled and just kind of hung down.
After looking carefully at the boxes several times, to build up her
courage, she picked out one called 'Bad Girls'. Carefully, she put the
cases back just the way she had found them then put the movie in the DVD
player and sat in Daddys' chair to watch.
Setting in the chair with her feet flat on the cushion and her toes
clutching the edge of it, arms wrapped around her legs, she stared
raptly at the screen, mouth hanging slightly open. Before this moment
she had never really been exposed to sex except what was on TV, so
seeing men and women having sex in various positions was shocking to say
the least yet exciting as well. That itchy/tingle between her legs had
increased and she seemed to be a little wet down there as well.
When the first movie ended she quickly found another one and settled
back into the chair to watch it. She was so intent in watching the movie
that she completely lost track of time.
He pulled the car into the garage and shut off the purring motor. When
he got out he stretched and yawned. It had been a long and boring
business dinner and he was glad it was over. When he let himself into
the house it was quiet and the lights were off. He could hear the TV
playing softly in the living room. He assumed she had fallen asleep on
the sofa in front of the TV like she usually did. Taking off his suit
jacket and draping it over the back of the kitchen chair, he made his
way to the living room, loosening his tie as he went. When he stepped
through the doorway he stopped cold and stared, his jaw hitting his
chest. He could see her sitting in his chair mesmerized by the people
fucking on the screen. He had never forbidden her to watch his movies
because up to this point she had never shown an interest or had even
asked questions about sex. But here she was so engrossed in a hardcore
porn movie that she hadn't even heard him come in.
He stood there for a couple minutes, eyes flicking back and forth
between the TV screen and her face before stepping behind the chair and
clearing his throat.
The sound startled her and she about jumped out of her skin. She looked
up at him, wide-eyed, a guilty expression on her face, then she lowered
her eyes to the floor, "I'm sorry Daddy."
He grabbed the remote and shut off the movie then looked down at her and
smiled.
She peered up at him through her long, dark lashes, holding herself
tightly, "Am I in trouble?"
He picked her up and sat down; holding her in his lap, "Look at me
Angel."
She looked up at him, biting her bottom lip, eyes shimmering.
He smiled at her and stroked up and down her back, feeling her tremble.
"Have I ever told you that you couldn't watch those movies?"
She shook her head, eyes never leaving his face, "No Daddy."
"Then why should I get mad at you for it? It was my mistake for not
telling you you couldn't watch them." He stroked her hair gently.
"Answer me this though angel, why did you want to watch them? Was there
a specific reason or were you just curious?"
She lowered her eyes again, "I was just curious. You always have that
door locked and I was wondering what was in them that was so bad that
you had to keep them locked up."
Nodding he said, "I can understand that angel. I keep them locked up
because they are Daddy only movies that little girls don't need to
watch. But you're not in trouble angel." He peered down at her again,
"Since you did watch them do you have any questions about them or what
you saw on them?" He figured this was as good a time as any to get a
dialog about sex going with her. If she was curious enough about it to
watch those kinds of movies then she surely had questions about it.
She blushed a bit and looked over at the blank TV screen. "Well, yeah, I
kinda' have a couple questions." Her cheeks burned with embarrassment.
Somehow it felt wrong to talk to Daddy about this.
Sensing her embarrassment and reluctance he pulled her into a hug and
kissed her on top of her head. "Samara, look at me."
Reluctantly she raised her eyes and looked up into his face, two red
spots burning on her cheeks.
Giving her a reassuring smile he said, "Do you remember after Mommy died
that we talked about how I was going to have to do some things that
Mommies usually have to do?"
Licking her dry lips she nodded.
"Well, this is one of those things that Mommies usually do. I know it's
embarrassing angel. I was embarrassed when my dad talked to me about it.
But it's the only way to get the right and accurate answers to your
questions. Have I ever done or said anything to make you uncomfortable
or nervous about talking to me about anything?"
After thinking for a minute she looked at him and shook her head, "No
Daddy."
"I try not to angel. Have I always answered your questions honestly and
truthfully? Even when you don't always like the answers I give you?"
Again, she nodded.
"That's right. I have always made sure you could talk to me about
anything. Sex is one of those things. If you have questions about it it
means you are becoming a young woman. When everyone first starts getting
those feelings they get uncomfortable and apprehensive like it is
something only they feel and that it's wrong, but it isn't. Everyone has
those feelings and has questions about it."
Looking up at him she asked, "Even you Daddy?" That was hard for her to
understand.