Molly snuck in the front door and set her backpack down behind the door. She knew she looked guilty. She felt it was written all over her face, and she knew her father would be able to tell also.
Molly jumped when her dad came out of the kitchen. "Daddy!" She sighed with surprise.
"Hey sweetie, what's wrong?" he asked her. She looked stressed. His daughter was 20 and in college, and he just couldn't believe how she'd filled out in the past 2 years. She'd been a late bloomer. Her breasts were larger and rounder than her mother's had ever been and her ass was just begging to have his hands on it, among other things.
"Wrong? N-nothing," Molly lied horribly.
"Molly," her dad said sternly. His tone indicated he wanted the truth.
Molly blinked stupidly. "I--I--I--I was naughty today," she said quietly, her head down.
"Naughty?" Her father's interest peeked--and he felt a pleasurable twitch below his waistline. "How naughty? Did you skip class again?" That had been a problem when she was in high school.
Molly giggled. "No. I let a boy--well, I let him feel me up."
"Oh." He'd been expecting something worse. "Well--you know you'll have to be punished for that," he sat down in the chair at the dining room table. "C'mere," he beckoned her over and patted his lap, his tone of voice indicating her punishment would be now.
Molly took a few steps towards him. "Daddy, I'm too old for spankings," she told him as she sat on his lap anyway.
"Those kinds--yes. But you're getting a new punishment today."
Molly looked shocked. "Will it hurt?" She asked him naively.
"Part of it might," he shrugged, smiling at her. "Take your shirt off," he ordered her. Molly did as she was told. "Now, use my hands and show me what you let that boy do to you." He put his arms around her, his hands in front of her.
Molly took her bra off as well. She took her father's hands and put one on each breast. "Now squeeze," she said quietly. That's just what she'd let Derek do in his car when they'd gone out for lunch.
Her daddy happily obliged. "Is that all he did?" he asked, squeezing his daughter's tits in his hands.
"Mmmhmmm," she smiled, closing her eyes.
"He didn't do much," her father mused. "He should've done this," and he pinched her nipples between his a thumb and forefinger of each hand and rolled the nipple around. "Doesn't that feel good?" He asked, pulling gently on her nipples as he rolled them between his fingers.
"It does, Daddy, really good," Molly smiled and looked down, seeing her father's large hands manipulating her breasts.
"Turn around for me," he told her, letting go of her boobs. Molly turned around and straddled his lap.
"He should have also done this," he leaned forwards and engulfed his young teen daughter's hard nipple into his mouth. He sucked on her nipple, gently biting.
"Daddy," Molly sighed, it did feel nice, "we probably shouldn't be doing this."
"It's okay, someone's gotta teach you what you like," he said, switching to her other nipple. They tasted like baby powder, he thought.
Her father made sense, Molly thought. She looked down, and he smiled up at her with her nipple between his lips.
"Stand up, sweetie," and Molly did. Her dad reached over and unhooked her pants and pushed them down over her hips. He smiled. "You shave your pussy?" It was a nice surprise.
