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."
