It was a sunny day with just a few clouds in the sky, and Tim was driving home with a growing lump in his pants. His wife had been out of the picture for a long time, but he had a good life raising his only child, Isabelle. As the years went by, he enjoyed watching her grow up more and more. They had been unusually close for a father and daughter; even when she reached her teen years, she didn't push him away; instead, she always listened to Daddy and took his advice. They had wanted to move from their old house for a while as it was filled with old memories, some of which weren't very pleasant. It was never explicitly said out loud, but they both wanted a place that was only theirs. However, it was difficult to leave their old town, as Isabelle didn't want to lose contact with her good friends, most of whom just so happened to be girls who had also spent many years without a mother.
While looking for a new place, Tim always kept an eye out for an opening in a nearby gated community named "Fertile Valley." It looked beautiful and was in a prime location, but it was as if nobody who lived there ever wanted to sell. Families who lived there stayed there. A couple of his work buddies lived there with their daughters, but he hadn't thought much about that coincidence until the community invited him for an open house visit. His friends had recommended him to the seller as a prospective buyer, which seemed very odd. Tim and Isabelle were required to attend at the proper time, or else the offer would default to somebody else, which also seemed strange. The open house ended up feeling like a long interview. Both father and daughter answered many questions, some peculiar and others oddly personal.
However, when the questions ended, the selling agent was extremely welcoming, practically tripping over herself to convince the two of them to move in. Even the price was haggled down a little too easily, which aroused suspicion in Tim, but when the house inspector's report came back all clear, the choice was a no-brainer: this father and daughter were moving to their new home!
Today was going to be a good day. Every day has been good since his daughter's 18th birthday, just last week, and things looked like they would only improve from there. The car lurched up to the community entrance, and Tim waved to Hank, the security guard sitting in his booth. Hank waved back and pressed the button to allow entry but was unusually quiet. He usually had something friendly to say or a comment on a game from a sport that Tim didn't even follow, but right now, he stayed silent as he leaned back, and his face looked somewhat strained. After a few seconds, the top of a head covered in long, brown hair with a beret clipped on appeared and sank back onto Hank's lap.
"Happy birthday, Krystle!" Tim yelled out to the girl in the booth with her father.
"Thmmph, ymmph, slurp!"
"I think she said 'thank you,'" Hank puffed out. Looking down at her, he said, "Oh God, that's good. Better than your mother ever was." Hank turned his head back to the car and mentioned, " It was yesterday, but she doesn't seem to want to do anything else; she even turned down having a party and convinced me to call her in as sick to her school, not that I'm complaining."
Tim's cock was straining in his pants now. He needed to get home. "Well, have fun, I'll see you later!"
Before the car got 20 feet away, a loud groan bellowed from the security station as a daughter greedily drank down daddycum.
Tim was anxious to get home and drove a bit faster than the speed limit. He couldn't help but do a double-take at the dark-haired girl washing her dad's car in a sting bikini as the father sat back on the porch with a beer in his hand. It looked like something other than suds was dripping from her chin. That was Emily, one of her daughter's friends. She was a grade ahead and had already graduated high school, opting to attend the local college instead of breaking her father's heart, just like Isabelle had planned.
Tim continued to drive, and as he approached his house, he saw his neighbor Jim had recently gotten home and had walked in the door to the greetings of his daughter Kristen, who was on her knees in front of him. Tim chuckled as he considered recommending his neighbor install a rail he could hold onto when he walked into the door.
Moving to Fertile Valley was the best decision in Tim's life.
After driving into the garage, walking in the door, and throwing his jacket aside, Tim yelled up the stairs, "Isabelle, it's time for practice!"
The fact that he even had to say that was disconcerting. His daughter should have been ready. Isabelle could hear the garage door and knew Daddy would be home around this time, so she should already be on her knees and waiting.
"Just a sec, dad!" Isabelle replied, "I'm talking to Katie on the phone!"
Unacceptable.
"Now honey, I'm home, and you know what that means. It's time for practice. Get off the phone and come downstairs. I shouldn't have to wait for you."
"I'm sorry, Dad, but I'll be right down!"
Tim had looked forward to his daughter's practice all day. It was practically all he could think about. His cock was rock hard in anticipation, and if his cock kept leaking precum at its current rate, he'd die of dehydration. He was a very patient man, but sometimes daughters require a strict hand to be raised right.
"Get off the phone and get down here NOW!"
"OK, fine! Geesh, I'm coming down!"
Tim sat on the family room couch and let his legs hang wide open as he leaned back. There was a prominent bulge down his left pant leg. His eyes were closed as the sound of a teenager walking down the steps reached his ears.
"Now listen, young lady, when you have an appointment, you need to... WHAT ARE THOSE?"
Isabelle stood before him in the jeans she wore to school and rolled her eyes.
"They're just pants. I had them on for school, and when I got home, I got on the phone with Katie and forgot to change them."
"Listen here, you little slut, you know my rules, and you DO NOT wear pants in this house! Get them off, NOW!"
The booming voice of her father took Isabelle aback. She knew his house rules, as Daddy explained them in great detail on her eighteenth birthday. She had agreed to follow them, even enthusiastically. She should know how to behave, and there was no excuse for her disobedience.
Isabelle looked down, blushing, "I... I'm sorry, Daddy, I'll take them off right away."
As she took them off, Daddy told her calmly but firmly, "You need to remember how to act. There are certain rules to follow. You agreed to those rules. Good girls listen to their Daddies. Now, you need to be punished. Get on my lap."
Isabelle bent over and laid down on her father's lap, and then Daddy grabbed the back of her panties and pulled them up, drawing them into and exposing her milky white cheeks.
"And what are these? You don't even put on the right panties for Daddy? These are not for wearing around the house! Where are your panties for Daddy?"
"I'm sorry, Daddy..."
"What's gotten into you?"
A firm hand came down with a smack and hit one cheek, which started to redden.
Daddy said in a stern voice, "Count to ten."
"Yes, Daddy... One."
*Smack*
Isabelle squeaked, "Two."
The fatherly voice continued, "You were late to your daily practice."
*Smack*
