Daddy Knows Best 8

Amelia dragged the heft of her backpack along the ground as she walked towards her front door, rhythmic thumps accompanying her sigh as she climbed the steps and reached for the front door handle. As par the course for her recent routine, the teenage girl kicked her bag through the open doorway, pushing off her shoes and walking the handful of steps into the kitchen, socks padding her walk on the cool tiles. Well into her brat faze, she had started pushing the dress code in her black pleated skirt, button up, white shirt and matching socks, looking just shy of the prep school girl she wasn't. She managed to get as far as grabbing a glass from the cupboard and pulling a fresh carton of juice from the fridge before she turned around, startling at the sight of her father sitting at the kitchen table. Watching her.

"Jeez, ugh!" The girl huffs, shaking her head, proceeding to fill her glass with a frown.

"Amelia, I'm glad you're home, it seems we need to have a talk." Her father rasps, his voice stern, almost disappointed. Turning around, Amelia spared her father a glance, putting the juice away and taking her time about it and she considered how easily she should escape.

"Do we really, Sirr?" The girl drawled, dragging out the word, one she used sarcastically. It wasn't until she finally gave her father her full attention that she noticed what was on the table. On the table in front of her very protective father! The box of condoms she had brought two weeks ago with her pocket money, open and still missing one.

"Oh I think it's pretty clear what we need to discuss." His voice carried a hint of disdain. "Why don't you start by telling me where you got these and who you used it with?" This time, his voice edged with a growl.

Amelia's eyes went wide, slight panic bubbling up low in her belly as she shook her head, desperate not to reveal what she had done. "Th..they aren't mine!" She tried, the first thing in her mind rolling off her tongue. "My friend asked me to ahh, take them so her mom wouldn't, you know, find them?" Her voice got higher at the end, making her lie sound more like a question as she tried her best pout. "I swear!"

Daddy wonders if his little girl thought that would even remotely work. Maybe she was just at that age, moody and in need of a reminder that girls don't lie to their fathers!. "Try again."

"I found them!" Amelia frowned, realizing that one was a little far fetched.

Daddy tskd, tapping a finger on the table twice before standing, forcing her wide blue eyes to track their way up to his as he spoke. "Don't think you can worm your way out of this little lady, you are far too young to be having sex with some...little boy!" The growl was back, eyes searing into Amelia's as she felt the nerves, the embarrassment of her secret creep up her chest.

"I don't have to tell you! What, are you going to read my diary next? Court marshall me?" She threw back, trying to look tougher than she felt. Amelia crossed her arms over her chest and stared back, resisting the urge to poke out her tongue for good measure.

Daddy chuckled, the amusement not reaching his eyes. "Should I?" The question made her shift on her feet. "Will I find the answers in there or should I just teach you a lesson now, young lady?" It wasn't really a question, the idea quite appealed to him actually. His little girl might be growing up, but this attitude was getting old, and the idea of her being taken from him was displeasing to say the least.

Amelia was already standing close to the table. With a firm grasp on her upper arm, Dady shifted behind her, caging her smaller frame between his own body and the table. "What are you-" Her sentence stops short when she feels the warm ghost of Daddy's breath against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine that's not entirely unpleasant.

"You stopped calling me Daddy." His deep voice rasps against her ear, replaced by cool air before a large hand presses down on the middle her back, firmly pinning her chest down against the table. "You stopped watching movies with me." Another rumble, this one coupled with the shift of his body before a foot gently kicks her feet apart.

Amelia puffed out air as her feet stumbled apart, pressing the weight of her body against the wooden surface as a flush crept up her cheeks, her fingers spreading as she caught herself with flat hands on the hard surface. It had been a long time since she had misbehaved enough to earn a spanking, though this time Amelia was a bit more focused on her Daddy and the warmth emanating from his body, than ever before. "Sir is a term of respect!" She counters, the sarcasm dripping in her light voice. She didn't really want to be snarky, but she didn't know how to stop.

"You're being petulant!" The bite in Daddy's voice mimicked the pinch of pain that burst against her right ass cheek, skirt doing very little to soften the firm impact of his large hand. "Disrespectful and irresponsible!" Spank, spank. Two more times, alternating cheeks with one clap after the other. The slaps sounded worse than they were. Then they felt.

Each one sending a dull throb seemingly directed right to Amelia's core, breaking down her walls, and breeding an altogether new feeling with each impact. A soft whimper leaves her lips, the sound furthering her embarrassment. "I.." Amelia puffed out a breath, blinking her eyes closed as another spank warmed her skin.

Daddy was behind her, leaning over her prone body, his voice back against her ear. "Tell me who you had sex with! I am your Daddy, you will tell me, young lady!" It wasn't a request and the girl's will to hide had dissolved, instead she found herself leaning into his warmth with a shake of her head. Daddy clicked his tongue, disappointment stinging more than his hand had.

"I didn't Daddy I swear! I.. I used it by m-myselfff." She sniffs, pressing her forehead against the table's hard surface, attempting to hide her blush. "I was practicing.." She finally puffed out. It was hard to admit.

Amelia was growing more and more curious about sex, a subject she was far too embarrassed to talk about despite her more lewd, solo explorations. Including putting said condom on the handle of her hair brush. Daddy noticed the quiver in her voice, how she shied away from him and stepped back, pulling her small frame up from where she was bent before him and turning her around, grasping each of her shoulders. "Promise me babygirl?" He said, softer this time, eyes looking into the blue orbs before him, knowing he would spot a lie from his girl..

She nodded, licking her lips and a moment later she was crushed against his chest, big arms wrapped tightly around her back.

Amelia gave into the warm hug, relaxing and nuzzling her face into the crook of Daddy's neck as her arms wrapped around his shoulders, a huffed sigh leaving both their chests as the tension faded, leaving a cozy curiosity for both Daddy and his little lady, each basking in the closeness.

He lifted her into the air easily, and Amelia let her feet dangle as Daddy walked from the kitchen, an arm grasping the back of her legs and scooping her as he sat on the sofa, placing his short, sweet girl on his lap. Thick fingers brushed through her loose, soft hair, threading the strands behind her ear as Daddy simply watched her, eyes focused on her face, looking for what he hadn't seen before. He hadn't asked, but Amelia wanted to tell him, feeling a sudden draw to spill her secrets, like the scary part was over and she'd been left with only raw, unfiltered need.

Her mouth opened a few times, closing again when the words didn't come out, her soft cheeks flushing. She sat sideways in Daddy's lap, leaning into the crook of the arm wrapped around her, giving her the comfort she craved. She pulled her knees up, coyly plucking at an invisible thread on her skirt as a pout pushed out her lower lip. "I just.. All my friends have boyfriends and... I-I wanted to.." Amelia covered her face, muffling the words as they tumbled out. "I put it on my hairbrush and tried to..see what it felt like inside. But it didn't feel right and I threw it in the neighbor's trash!" Her words came out in bursts, the admission of her failed explorations, to Daddy of all people, too embarrassing as she buried her face in his chest, groaning.

Daddy's chuckle vibrates around his girl, the cage of arms circling her body and cuddling her close. "My sweet girl, I'm relieved. The idea of you with a boy who can't..." His hold tightened as his voice trailed off. Not quite sure where this more possessive, primal urge to keep this piece of his princess safe to himself comes from, he gives in, convinced he would be her guide, and a better one than males he doesn't know. "You're my girl. Tell me what you want to know? Did you hurt yourself?" He coaxed, pressing a finger under her chin and urging her to look up at him. "Use your words, darling."

As intended, he was met with timid interest. Their faces closer together now, giving her a sense of security as she spoke. "No I.. How... Um, how do you know if you have an orgasm, Daddy?" She asked, quite serious in her innocence even as Daddy felt a familiar tightening in his pants. He had ignored the swell of arousal earlier, choosing to shut out the submissive sound his little girl made, though the image of her bent over had never looked quite so lewd and the beast inside was well awake.

"Do you play with yourself, princess? Rub your pussy when you're alone?" Daddy asked, his thumb brushing over her cheek.

Amelia answered with a nod, slim thighs visibly clenching. "Mhmm, and do you keep going, rubbing your clit maybe? When you do it right, you will feel a big, warm burst of pleasure, and that's when you have an orgasm." His fingers brushed through her hair again, tugging gently as he shifted her on his lap to relieve some pressure as his thickening shaft kept bumping against her ass."It's good to explore sweetie, don't be shy about it."

"If I...keep going, it starts to ache Daddy, on the inside."She said, a little perturbed. "I just.. I don't want the other girls to make fun of me if I ask them and I... Will you.." She trailed off, looking away as she finished. "Help me Daddy?"

Those words came like a shock right to his heart, and his cock, which was no longer subtly thick with arousal. Amelia bit into her lower lip and Daddy hummed with approval, nodding once in what felt like a much deeper agreement. He would teach her. He would show her. Everything. "Yes, princess."

Daddys movements become slow, deliberate. The hand around her waist moved up and pulled her by the chin, moving her lips within reach as his eyes stayed on hers until at the last moment when his mouth met the soft, pouty crease of his little girl's lips. It was gentle, a sweet kiss before his tongue parted her lips, coxing her and taking the lead. He tasted her deeper as fingers curled into the hair at the base of her neck, eliciting a soft moan, surprising him with her responsiveness. Daddy hummed in reply, swiping his tongue across her pink lips, before giving them a soft peck. "Stand up for me princess. Take off your panties, and then get back on my lap. Facing me."

Despite being a daddy's girl for the better part of her life, the bubbling urge to obey filled her with a sense of pleasure and she slipped from her fathers lap, standing and reaching both hands under her skirt before she could even really think about it. One moment of hesitation and she looked up, feeling his gaze before she met his eyes. With thumbs hooked into the waistband of her panties, Amelia shimmied them down her thighs, stepping out of the plain white cotton before she picked them up. It only took a split second of the questioning look on his daughters face before Daddy grabbed the panties, stuffing them in a pocket and raising an eyebrow, silently indicating he was waiting for her to continue.

Amelia crawled back onto Daddy's lap, straddling his waist and sitting her butt down on his thighs, happily moving back into the cage of his arms. Large hands clasped around her smaller ones, stealing Amelia's attention as he moved them together, lower between their bodies. "Good girls always say please, princess." He said simply and she nodded, watching as his fingers pinched the hem of her skirt and pushed up. "Good girls also say thank you."

"Yes Daddy, please, help me..." She spoke, not daring to meet his eyes. Though she would find they both watched the space between her legs, revealing inch by inch of pale skin until there was no hiding the crevice of her thighs and the puffy, smooth mound of her pussy.

Daddy guided small hands to grip the material of her skirt, bunching it around her waist and silently instructing her to keep it there. "You have to take your time, be patient..." Daddy spoke, pressing his thumb on the soft mound above her clit. Puffy pusy lips kept the sensitive nub covered, but the sensation was no less intense and pleasurable as he dragged the pad of his thumb down the crease of her folds, and made his sweet girl shiver. "If you try to rush, you will hurt yourself." Thinking to himself he would be the only one to inflict pain on such delicate skin.

His thumb continued its swiping motion, up and down the smooth skin and slowly spreading her lips, feeling them grow slick with his little girl's fevered arousal. Amelia responded eagerly, her breaths becoming deeper, her hips rocking forward of their own accord and seeking the warm touch. She whimpered, feeling the first brush of his thumb against her clit. She arched her back, gripping her skirt and pulling it tight to her body, giving her hands something to do, to focus on even as all the thoughts started to fall away.

"Yes Daddy, slow..." Amelia mimicked, paying as much attention as she could while Daddy's thumb commanded her attention.

With the fingers of each hand wrapped around both of her spread thighs, Daddy parted his girl's pusy lips, spreading her open, exposing her sex to his hungry eyes. His cock strained against his pants, thick and hard, excited for the treat in his lap, though it would take time to get her there. So he continued his assult with now wet thumbs, rubbing up and down the soft give of her labia and massaging firm circles around the hood of her swollen clit.

"Daddy it's... Ughh!" She panted, blue eyes rounding as the sensation grew, quickly building pressure and spreading through her core as slim thighs clenched, straining where Daddy held them spread open. "It's too much!"

"Shhh it's ok baby girl." His voice soothed, but did nothing to alleviate the force growing within. "Let it happen, show me you can be a good girl, and just let it happen."

Daddy's thumb rubbed faster, pushing back the hood of her clit and gently tapping, presing, stroking her in time to the gentle thrust of her hips as she rocked back and forth. One thumb focused on her clit, the other moving lower to brush against the tight, pink hole that sat lower, adding another sensation as he circled her entrance.

Amelia couldn't talk, couldn't do much more than grip onto Daddy's forearms and hold on for the ride as the blinding pressure suddenly broke, bursting with pleasure. "Ahh... oh! I..nfff Da-Dady it! It is! Ahhhh!" She slurred, struggling to form many words at all as she came for her Daddy, shuddering and shaking with the bursts of delight, hot and tingling all through her core. Slim fingers gripped his arms, pulling and pushing, holding on through the bucks of her hips as Amelia writhed through her first orgasm.

His hold on her thighs was strong, keeping her in place on his lap until the body shakes subsided and he pulled her in close, kissing her forehead, cheeks and nose. "Good girl, you did good baby, shhh, you're fine, just breathe." Daddy coed, rocking his girl in his lap, feeling the warmth of her pussy presing so tight to his covered cock, he let a groan escape.

Holding her in the cage of his arms, he felt her slowly come down, the shudders that wrecked her small body stopping after a few minutes and her slight frame arched, arms wrapping around his neck as she looked up with a sheepish smile.

"Thank you for my orgasm Daddy." She said, and grinned when Daddy rewarded her with a deep chuckle.

"Oh you're most welcome sweet girl." Absently as they cuddled, Daddy rocked his little girl, hands moving down her back and resting against her slim waist where he could keep her warmth pressed to and encasing his cock. "Mmmm and just look at what you did to Daddy." His voice was muffled as he dipped his face into her neck. "You made my penis so hard baby girl."

Amelia giggled, squeezing her arms tight and gaining purchase as she naturally followed his motions, feeling the hardness pressed where she was still throbbing. "Daddy, it's called a cock!" She stated, the wriggle of her hips telling him she was proud of her knowledge. "I know some stuff!"

Daddy let a burst of laughter escape before he schooled his features, growling and lifting her skirt to give her bare ass a firm spank. "Where did you learn that word, little girl?" He asked, returning to the gentle rocking motion, a slow hump against his cock to soothe the ache her sweet moans had caused.

"My friends Daddy!" She rushed, though a smile curved the corner of her lips and she felt the wetness of her slit soaking the material covering Dadys dick. Feeling much braver than before, she tilted her head, looking down between their bodies where her finger tugged at the waistband of his pants. "But I... I've seen one before." Amelia licked her lips, taking the opportunity while she seemed to be getting away with it and pulled down his pants enough she could wrap her fingers around the thick shaft hiding inside. Daddy didn't stop her, lest he curb her curiosity, and watched, letting his little girl ease his cock free from the confines of his pants. "I looked at porno's Daddy..."

"Oh, did you now?" Daddy sighed, remaining undisturbed on the outside while inside, he felt the wild beast flex with her touch. "And what did my little lady see?" Stomach muscles flexing, thick, hard length swaying with the taunt clench in her soft hands.

To Daddys surprise Amelia didn't answer with words; a flash of shy nerves crossed her face before she dipped it low, wanting to show him exactly what she learned. With her body held close in his arms, his hands made their way under her skirt so he could feel the soft, warm skin of her bare ass cheeks in each of his hands, pressing her crotch to his balls and wedging his cock upright where she gripped onto it like a handle.

It took a few moments for the gentle squeezes and stroking up and down his length to go from timid to firm and exploratory, the tip of her pink tongue lapping across his swollen tip like she was licking an ice cream. Long drags of her tongue teased over the swollen tip of Dadys dick, taunting, rallying a deep moan from his lips. "Oh god sweetie..."

But his princess was focused on the task between her hands, curling her fingers and squeezing, pushing her hands up and down the thick length of cock as her lips spread wider, suckling and slurping from different angles.

Daddy flexed his hands, kneading his princesses ass while he watched her little head bob up and down, melting at the way she eagerly wanted to please, to learn, to show her desire even as it grew. But his cock leaked pre cum and his balls were already tight; full of cum he was ready to spill for his greedy girl. "Breath through your nose sweetie... fuck yesss" Dady hissed, letting his head roll back and his eyes close for a moment before he was watching her again, listening to the slushy, wet sounds her lips made on his dick.

There wasn't time to teach her how to take him fully, but a hand came to rest against the back of her head as she sucked the full, bulbous head of his cock into her mouth, creating a tight, tormenting suction that made him growl and pull her off his dick with a firm tug of her hair. "You little tease, hold out your tongue and watch what happens pretty girl!" He panted out, fisting his cock, powerful thrusts up and down, squeezing out a bead of pre cum. "Babygirl, ugh!"