Allie Is Daddy's Princess

"Find me when your school work is done," Daddy said, setting a cup of tea down.

"Yes, Daddy," she said, turning a page in her book.

When she turned the last page, she glanced at the clock, starting. It was nearly 5:30 and she was going to be late making Daddy's dinner.

When she came downstairs, Daddy was in the kitchen, cooking, even though it was her night to make dinner.

"Sorry, Daddy, I read more chapters than I needed to, I got sucked into the book," she explained.

"It's no problem, honey," he said. "Tell me about the book. How did Elizabeth and Jane end up?"

She launched into a descriptive ending of Pride and Prejudice, describing her favorite parts in great detail for him.

"I'm glad you liked it, sweetie," he said. "Now, taste this sauce and tell me what you think."

He dipped his finger into the plum sauce for the pork. She sucked his finger off, making sure not to miss any on his finger. Daddy would be cross with her if she left any on his finger. He grunted and she thought about the flavors.

"What do you think?" He asked.

"It's delicious, I wouldn't change a thing," she said.

"You sure? Try it again. I think it's a little runny," he said, getting another scoop on his finger, letting it run down. She had to take more of his finger in her mouth, sucking it clean.

"I think it'll be nice, it means you can soak it up with the bread," she said.

"Alright," he said, taking the sauce and pouring it over the pork, then plating up some homemade mashed potatoes and green beans.

She frowned at the green beans, but she didn't want to be in trouble with Daddy, so she didn't complain.

"I know the green beans aren't your favorite, but if you're good and eat them all, I'll let you have some ice cream after your bath tonight," he promised.

Allie nodded eagerly.

"Want to eat out on the deck? We only have a few more weeks of warm weather like this," he said.

"Yes, please!" She said.

"Grab our plates, and meet me out on the deck," he directed.

She grabbed their plates while he poured himself a glass of wine.

"So, what are we doing to celebrate your birthday, kiddo?" He asked as they ate dinner on the covered porch, looking out over the hundred acres her Daddy owned. "Turning nineteen is a special year!"

"I was thinking instead of cake this year, we could do a fruit tart," Allie suggested.

"Alright, I'll add the stuff for that to the grocery list," he said.

"And maybe I could stay up late and watch a movie?" She asked, biting her lip.

Her Daddy tilted his head, considering. Daddy was very strict with her rules: making sure she went to bed on time, and making sure she always ate and slept enough. Some Daddies made their girls grow up, but her Daddy let her stay his princess, always taking care of everything she needed.

"I know it's important to have an early bedtime," she said, biting her lip as she plead her case. "But maybe just for my birthday I could stay up? Pretty please?"

"Alright," he conceded.

"Thanks!!!" She exclaimed. "Can we go swimming now and do the dishes after dinner? Please?"

"The sun's getting low," he said, frowning a little.

"Oh, we can turn the lights on!" She begged, jumping up and down, clinging to his hand.

"Asking for an awful lot tonight, aren't you?" He teased.

"Swimming is good for me," she said. "It's good exercise! I'm just trying to take good care of my body, like you do, Daddy."

"Alright, but we should get your hair wet before you get in, you know how sensitive your hair is to the chemicals in the pool. Remember last summer when your hair got green?" He said.

"Oh, okay Daddy!" She said, standing and stripping her t-shirt off.

"Not gonna et your swim suit?" He asked, his voice suddenly deeper.

"Nah," she said. "It's no different than a bath, it's just colder outside."

"Mmhmm," he said. "I'm glad the pool is heated for you, baby girl."

She stripped out of her clothes and skipped over to the hose, turning it on and dousing her dirty blonde hair, shivering and wiggling when the water dripped onto her warm, bare skin.

"Is this good, Daddy?" She asked.

He shifted in his seat, nodding.

"You look fine, baby," he said.

"You sure? You made a face," she said, frowning.

"It's nothing," he said. "Go swim, baby. I need to take care of a problem inside, but I'll be back in a few minutes."

"Okay! Will you watch me jump in first?"

"Sure thing," he said, his smile strained.

She ran and jumped into the pool, coming back up for water, looking for his smile of approval.

He winked.

"See you in a few," he said, standing up with his back to her.

She swam laps, enjoying the last of the warm summer weather while it lasted, eventually settling into the pool lounger her Daddy sometimes used. While she waited for Daddy to come back, she felt her nipples tightening. She dripped water on them, enjoying how they got tight and little when they got cold.

"Allie! Time to come in!" Daddy called. Allie started guiltily, knowing Daddy didn't like it when she played with her body.

She wrapped herself up in a towel and walked in the house, gathering her clothes in her arms. She deposited them in the laundry room and made her way to her Daddy's bathroom.

"Bath time?" She asked.

"Mmhmm," he said, tossing a hand towel in the laundry basket.

She let him run the water, checking to make sure it was the right temperature for her like he always did.

"Alright, climb in," he said.

When she climbed into the deep water of Daddy's extra-big tub, she sighed happily.

"Today was a good day," she said.

"It was," he said, but his face didn't say that he agreed.

She frowned.

"Daddy? Is something wrong?"

"Well, I think tonight you should wash yourself," he said.

Stunned, Allie could only stare at her Daddy in confusion. Daddy always washed her, to make sure she was totally clean.

"Why?"

"Because soon you're going to be a big girl and you'll have to take care of yourself," he said.

"But... you're my Daddy. It's your job to take care of me," she said, her lower lip trembling a little as tears pooled in her eyes.

"After your birthday, you'll be a real grown up, and it'll be your job to take care of yourself," he explained.

"You won't take care of me anymore?" She asked, her voice small.

"Well, you might want to move out and live on your own," he said.

Allie's eyes went wide, and tears spilled over. She couldn't imagine living without her Daddy. Daddy did all the grown up things so she didn't have to.

"You mean, I won't be able to live with you?" Allie whispered.

"No, honey. Grown up men and women don't usually live together. When you're not a little girl anymore, things change," Daddy explained patiently.

She nodded, looking at the bottles Daddy usually used to wash her body and her hair, her breath coming in little gasps as she tried to stay calm. She grabbed the body wash, but it slipped from her fingers and fell into the tub. She started to cry harder.

"Oh, honey," he said, reaching for the bottle, fishing it out.

"I don't want to be a grown up," she whispered. "I don't want things to change."

"Well, we don't have to do everything tonight. How about you can do your hair and I'll wash your body?"

"Yes, please," she said, not meeting his eye.

She took care of her hair, then he washed her body, moving over her body with practiced ease.

"Thank you, Daddy," she said.

"Of course, baby. Now, let me wash your titties," he said.

"Daddy," she whispered, guilt rising in her as she remembered how she'd played with her nipples outside by the pool.

"Hm?" Daddy asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I did a bad thing," she confessed.

"What did you do?" He asked, his hand pausing with the wash he used for her titties and her special girl place.

"When I was naked in the pool, I..." she sucked her cheeks in, biting them.

"Allie?" Daddy prompted, his voice low and stern, a puddle of the special wash in his hand.

"I played with my nipples," she said. "I didn't mean to! The wind blew and it made them all hard, like they get sometimes, and it was fun. It made me feel nice, sort of tingly and kind of hot in my special girl place."

Her father was silent, his expression unreadable.

"Show me what you did," he ordered.

"Well, I used the cold water, and-"

He grabbed the cup he kept to help rinse her hair, filling it with cold water and holding it hot for her to demonstrate.

"I dripped it like this until they were all hard and small," she said, showing him. Her nipples puckered at the cold water, just like they did outside.

"Mmhmm, and did you do anything else?" He asked, his voice tight.

"No, Daddy," she said.

"Nothing else?" Daddy raised an eyebrow, his expression hard.

"No, I promise," she whispered, drawing in a stuttering breath.

"Alright, baby girl," he finally said, sighing with a funny look she didn't understand.

"So, I'm not in trouble?" She asked.

"You probably should be, but no, I guess I can let it slide this once. I have a surprise for you after your bath and I don't want to spoil it with a punishment," he said. "But I'm going to have to inspect you and make sure you didn't hurt your titties by playing with them in the pool water, okay?"

"Okay, Daddy," she said.

She leaned back. Once she'd turned eighteen, Daddy had insisted that he inspect her titties to make sure they were healthy, usually or twice a month in the bathtub. He cupped one of her breasts, massaging it in his big hands, making a thoughtful noise as he rubbed and squeezed her gently. She held her breath, waiting for him to tell her if she'd injured herself.

"It didn't feel bad, daddy," she said timidly.

"You know that girls aren't supposed to touch their private parts unless their Daddy is there to supervise," he said, his voice tight and funny. He kneaded her titties, closing his eyes, growling a little.

"Tell me, does this feel good in your special girl place too, baby?" He asked.

"Yes, Daddy," she said.

"Hm," he said, squirting more body wash on his hand and moving his attention to her other breast, rubbing and kneading her with tender care, making a few deep noises as his big strong hands inspected her.

"It looks like you're okay, baby," Daddy said, shaking his head. "But you are lucky, you could have done damage to your titties, baby."

"Sometimes they feel achy, and tight," I say.

"If they do, you come to Daddy for help and I'll show you how Daddy can help you with the achy feeling," Daddy offered.

"You could show me now," Allie said.

"Not until after your dinner," he insisted.

"Okay," she pouted.

"Allie, don't pout," he said sternly.

She nodded, sticking her lip out.

"Legs," he directed. She obediently spread her legs for him, propping them up on the side of the tub to make sure he could see all of her.

"Good girl," he praised.

He used the special wash, using just a little bit. She barely kept from making a noise when his hand moved over the soft spot that always made her shivery and tingly, rubbing it for a few moments. She liked this part of the bath best. If she held very still and didn't make any noise, sometimes Daddy would make sure she was very, very clean, but if she made too much noise, Daddy would stop and tell her she was all done. This was her favorite part of being a grown up girl. Ever since she was eighteen daddy took over cleaning her special place to make sure she was healthy.

Tonight, he took special care to make sure she was very clean. Her special girl place had that hot, empty feeling she got sometimes, and the soft part that Daddy touched felt so good. She made a little noise and he sighed heavily, moving his hand.

"Get off and dry yourself off," he ordered, leaving the room again.

They had a quiet dinner, then when she was dry and dressed in her jammies with her hair neatly braided in the two braids Daddy liked best, she presented herself to him. Daddy smiled at her, fingering her braid.

"I'm not going to show you anything tonight, baby girl, Daddy has a friend coming over," he said.

"What friend?" She asked.

"A lady friend," he said. "She's going to help me with a problem."

Daddy hadn't ever had a lady friend over before. Allie frowned, confused and a little jealous that she had to share her Daddy with another person.

"What friend? And what problem?" She asked, biting her lip with concern.

"No one you know, baby. Now, I let you stay up late, head off to bed," he said, pulling her into a hug. He did an extra long hug, one where he squeezed her bottom a little like he did sometimes with a little moan.

Allie pouted, but went to bed. She heard the front door open, and a woman's voice spoke to her Daddy, following him to Daddy's bedroom. The bedroom door shut with a soft thump, and her heart sank, feeling left out.

She strained to listen, but she couldn't hear what they were doing. Why had Daddy shut the door? It was against the rules to have a door shut, unless you were using the restroom. Allie's chest tightened with green jealousy when she heard Daddy's deep laugh. Daddy was having fun without her!

Allie strained to listen, but she could only hear a little bit, so she tiptoed down the hall.

"Daddy," the woman moaned.

"Tell Daddy how good your cock feels," he ordered.

"Your cock feels so good, Daddy. I love it in my pussy," the woman said.

Allie opened the door. She didn't know who this lady friend was, but Daddy was her Daddy. She stood, confused, to see Daddy laid out on his bed, the woman was sitting on top of him.

Allie had seen Daddy's thingie, of course, she knew it was made for boys and men to pee. But Daddy's thingie was inside of the woman's special place. She frowned in confusion as she watched. He flipped the woman so she was on the bed, throwing her legs back, his hand reached down between the woman's legs, touching her soft spot, just like he did for Allie when he washed her. But when the woman made noise, he didn't stop. He praised her, telling her she was Daddy's good girl.

Allie felt herself get big mad, with big mad tears. She sniffed hard, and her Daddy turned shocked, moving off the woman, his thingie swollen and red, jutting out and bobbing.

"Allie, get back to your room!" He shouted.

Daddy never shouted. Allie was frozen, looking at her Daddy's thingy, which was red and wet. She couldn't move, staring at Daddy.

"Allie! Now!" He snapped.

She ran to her room, crying. Daddy must have made the woman leave, because a few minutes later he came in, sitting on the edge of her bed.

"Allie, baby," he rubbed her back.

She ignored him, burying her face in her pillow as she cried.

"Allie, please come out and talk to me," he said. "You must be so confused."

Allie brought her head up, glaring.

"You called her your 'good girl' Daddy," she accused. "You let her call you her Daddy, but you're not her Daddy, you're mine!"

Allie felt all of her anger boil up.

"I know, I'm sorry, baby," he said, his hand stilling on her back.

"I don't understand," she said, tears welling again in her eyes.

"Well, now that you're a big girl, you need to know. Your Daddy is a man, and men are designed to live with a woman who have to be able to help them," Daddy said.

"Like I help you with the chores?" She asked, confused.

"Sort of, but sometimes, Daddy's body has a problem. You see, you remember how Daddy has a penis, instead of a special girl place?"

Allie nodded.

"Well, baby, you may have seen that sometimes it gets big and hard," he explained.

"Yeah, and it sticks up?" She asked, thinking of how it had looked in the bed with the woman and how sometimes Daddy's pants would sit funny, like a little tent, when Daddy had her sit on his lap.

"Yes. Well, that hurts Daddy, and I have to take care of it or it's bad for me."

"What kind of bad?" She asked.

"Well, it hurts Daddy, sweetie."

"Oh, Daddy," she said, looking down at his thingie and back up at him with sympathy. "Does it hurt right now?"

"Yes, baby. That's why I had a lady friend over, to help me. You see, I can take care of my problem myself, but it's not as good. A man needs a woman's body to take care of his problem the best."

"I don't understand," she said, frowning.

"Well, you know how when you're really hungry I let you get a snack, but your tummy's still hungry?"

"Like when my tummy felt sick because I was so so hungry?" Allie says, frowning.

"Like that," he agreed. "Just like that. When I take care of my problem by myself, it's like Daddy's body is still hungry. I haven't had any ladies around you because I didn't want it to hurt your feelings, but sometimes Daddy needs a release."

"So you're not hurting?" She felt like she finally understood, she nodded.

"Exactly, so Daddy doesn't get sick," he said, nodding, his eyes gleaming.

"I want to take care of your problem, Daddy," Allie said. They'd always done everything together since Mommy left, and she didn't want any stranger women calling her Daddy that.

"You can't, baby," he said. "You're a grown up, so soon you'll be leaving to go get your own job and you'll be in charge of taking care of someone other man, and yourself."

"But who will take care of you?" She asked, her eyes growing wide with mingled jealousy and alarm.

"I guess I'll have to find someone, or I'll just take care of myself like I have been all these years since you were here," he said, sighing with apparent suffering.

"I don't want to leave," she said, tears in her eyes as she eyed the way Daddy's boxers were all tented. "I want to stay with you and be your good girl! I want to help you. Please, Daddy, don't make me leave."

"Daddy's had a lot of time without a lady friend, so I'll need lots of help with my problem, sweetie. I'll have to use your body to do it. Your titties, your mouth, even your special girl place. It's a hard job, I don't know that you can do it, baby," Daddy, said shaking his head, but he watched her closely.

"I can!" She insisted. "I like it when you clean me and touch me in the bathtub, especially on my soft place and my titties!"

"Sweetie, it takes experience to help a Daddy with his problem," he sighed, but his eyes glinted with satisfaction at her eagerness.

"I can learn!" She insisted. "Like when you taught me to play the piano, you can give me lessons!"

"I don't know, Allie," he said, shaking his head.

Allie looked down at the tent-ness of his boxers. The idea of her poor Daddy hurting because of her made her feel so sad, she knew she would do this for him. She loved him and she didn't want to get sent away to be a grown up and leave Daddy all alone to take care of himself.

"Please, Daddy," she begged. "I don't want to leave, I want to stay here and help you and take care of you. I'll do whatever you need."

"Sometimes you might not like it," he warned.

"I'll be so good and do whatever you say!" She insisted.

Her father looked at her and she looked down at his thingie. She cautiously reached forward and placed a hand over it. It was hot, and it jumped at her touch. Daddy moaned and she snatched her hand away.

"I'm sorry Daddy, I just want to help you," she said, tears coming to her eyes again.

"Okay, baby. I'm going to give you your first lesson. Take off your pajamas," he said.

"Right now?" She asked, excited.

"Right now," he said, his voice strained and husky.

"You've seen when I get hard already," he asked as he gestured to his thingie.

"Yes," she said, nodding confidently.

"Well, when I get hard, I need help to take care of it," he said. "It's supposed to go inside of a woman's special girl place, but when I have to, I can use my hand to take care of the problem."

"Okay," she said, trying to look like she understood.

"Like this," he said.

He pushed down his boxers so they sat under his thingie and the pouch beneath, spread his legs, and took his thingie in his hand. He gripped it in his fist, moving his hand up and down. She watched, fascinated, as a some liquid came out of the hole at the end.