Daddys Lil Girl (II)

(This is a continuation of my life when I was younger.)

After the first incident where Daddy played a tickle game to molest me it became more frequent.

He got a job where he worked a lot from home. It was decided that I was to be home schooled which was less heard of in those days but becoming more and more popular. Dad was to be my teacher. Moms job, as a secretary, gave him ample opportunity alone with me.

After mom left for work, dad would sit down with me to do my math, spelling, and reading. My reward for doing well was fun and games...Daddy style. Failure however was punished, usually with a bare bottom spanking. Spankings were usually across daddy's bare lap with my pants pulled down to my knees. Usually it was his hand on my bare bottom, occassionally it was his belt. Afterward he would always hold me close and cry with me a lil and tell me that he didnt want to ever spank me but that he had to in order to teach me. I always forgave him. I wanted him to love me, be proud of me. It made me try so hard to please him.

When I did well though I was "rewarded". He would take me to the zoo or museums. Always he would finger me on the way there. I thought it kinda of strange but Daddy always said that it was his secret way of showing me he loved me. So I let him and eventually it became normal to me.

Occassionally he took me to the swimming pool. He always insisted I go with him through the men's locker room. He held his hands over my eyes and escorted me to a stall. hed then undress me and and play with me for a lil before putting on my swim suit.

One day he had me sit in the car while he went inside a run down looking place. I was scared. After about an hour...I guess since I didnt know time very well...he returned with a black bag. When we got home he pulled out movies and rifled through them until he found the one he wanted. He put it in the machine and sat with me on the couch.

He told me that I was to take my nap downstairs today on the couch. He had been in the habit of telling me to give him my clothes so he could wash them while I took my naps naked. He took our clothes and went into the kitchen to wash them.

He often took naps with me naked in my bed. He put some white stuff on his private place and directed me to lay on the couch with my head on his lap. Daddy told me to open wide like a good girl - so I did. He guided his cock with powdered sugar on it into my mouth and told me to suck. I sucked. It seemed very odd to me but I could tell he enjoyed it and while it smelled a lil funny the powdered sugar was good while it lasted. I heard the TV turn on and some really funny noises and talking from the TV but I couldnt see it cause I was facing daddy.

At first I thought he was just rocking me and I liked that.But it got faster and harder. He kept pushing his private thing against the back of my mouth. I could tell he was trying not to do it too hard but still I didnt know what to think and it was hard to breath with it down my throat. His hand was on my head pushing down. Daddy was groaning and I was not sure if it hurt him or what. It didnt take to long before I felt the hot gooey stuff fill my mouth. I had to swallow it cause there was too much of it and daddy's private thing was still in my mouth.

Finally he took it out of my mouth and I gasped for air...coughed a lil. Daddy wiped off my mouth and held me tight. He told me he was proud of me. That I made him very happy just then. I wanted to cry a lil but I was happy too for some reason...because my daddy really loved me and I made him happy.

Daddy took me to the park a lot. Sometimes we had picnics. Always I got to play on the playground...about the only time I got to play with other kids.

On this day though, Daddy bought me a long beautiful dress. I loved it. I was lacey and rippled in the wind, belled out when I spun around. It dragged on the ground just like I imagined a princesses long gown would. I loved daddy for buying me that dress. After lunch, he had me stand in front of him while he reached under and removed my white cotton panties with the pink silk bow on the waistband. He then had me sit on his lap, spreading my dress carefully over him.

He reached under my dress and undid his pants, I could tell he was taking his private thing out. He took a jar of something and was rubbing it on his private thing. Then he picked me up a lil and I could feel it at my bottom. He couldnt get it in easily but after a bit he slid it into my bottom. It hurt going in, too tight.

He didnt move or anything... just sat with me on his lap with his private up my bottom and started to read a story book to me. I was a more than a lil distracted by his hard and painful private thing up my bottom but I tried to enjoy the story.

Occassionally someone would walk by or drive a bicycle by. Dad would smile then keep reading. On one or two occassions he would have a conversation with a mother admiring my dress. Somehow I guess no one ever imagined that anyone would be so bold or crazy as to anally penetrate their own lil daughter in public but he did and got away with it.

I was so naive. So manipulated by love, need, praise and punishment. I was so isolated from everyone else, so sworn to keep secret my daddy's special love for me. I never gave it much thought at the time - it was how I weas raised and seemed natural.

Its odd. I know what he did was wrong. I know that I was used. I know that if he were alive today he'd probably have to face the consequences of his actions if anyone ever found out.

But to be totally honest with you. I miss it. I know I shouldnt...but you dont know what its like to be conditioned like I was. Even today, when I go out on a date...If the guy is anything like my daddy...I become my daddy's lil girl all over again. I dont think I can help it. I'm not even sure I want to.

And I can't even ask him why?