A few weeks later, I managed to make another visit to my step daddy, while he was still in the same care home.
Readers will remember that he came into my life when I was a young child.
He had married my Mom, following her divorce from a father I never knew. However, a few years later, she got involved with someone else and left home. So, that meant he was saddled with the task of looking after me. A task he carried out very well, until, I left home to go to College. I will always be grateful to him for that and the love and care he gave me, as his stepdaughter.
We seemed to drift apart during the time I went to College and we gradually lost touch with one another. A gap of nearly 20 years, since I am now in my late thirties with a teenage daughter of my own. It was only through a stroke of luck that I found out he had taken seriously ill and was in hospital.
I had been determined to visit him, despite the distance involved. At one point, I was convinced he was going to die, but, happily, the doctors had assured me that wasn't the case.
He was pleased to see me again, when I got there and although still a little pale, he looked a lot better than on previous visits. "You look so beautiful and elegant my darling," he said, appraising me from head to toe. His eyes settling on the generous amount of leg I was showing beneath my short skirt.
We kept up some small talk, mostly on the subject of my family and the current state of his health . While we talked, I caught him still ogling my long smooth tanned legs while I sat across from him in a chair. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off them. However, that didn't bother me at all and to tell you the truth, I would have been disappointed if he hadn't been looking.
I was wearing a short summer dress, the shortest one I could find in my wardrobe, knowing he was a connoisseur of women's legs, mine in particular, as he loved it that they were especially long and sexy.
Looking back, I suppose I was desperately keen to have him scrutinising and admiring me. I had spent a good hour at home deciding what to wear for my visit, choosing clothes that emphasised my breasts, legs and sexy figure.
Although I hated to admit it to myself, it was one of the main reasons I had come all that way to see him.
Then he got back to his favourite subject, my legs, and how much he admired them. For my part, I was longing to lift up my dress to show more of them to him. I suppose that would be a quite unusual thing for a daughter to do for her father. But that's how it was.
"They are amazing, as ever, my sweet," he told me. I'm glad you wear high heels though, they do sort of accentuate the effect of their loveliness. I've so been eagerly looking forward to your visit so that I could see them.
I purred inwardly with delight, now knowing that my long car journey had not been a wasted one. Also, I was glad to have left my 18 year old daughter, Amy, at home on this occasion, as last time, he had drooled over
her
lovely legs for an inappropriate length of time, making me so jealous.
"How about hiking your dress up to let me have a better look?" he growled.
I rolled my eyes and sighed, as if I was reluctant to do so. But, I was secretly pleased at his request. being as it was one of the reasons I had come here. So, at his request, I started to slowly and teasingly tug up the hem of my dress.
He sat back on his bed and gawped, open mouthed, as more and more of my legs came into view. He was positively drooling over them.
Fortunately, there was no one else around as I was doing this, as the staff and other people might have wondered what a daughter was doing, giving her hospitalised father a sexy leg show. They would probably have been shocked, but, I was happy to do it.
Inevitably, he wanted to see more. (what a surprise) His hand gestured upwards and I kept on with the slow progress accordingly. As on my previous visit, he was testing my patience as to how far I would pull up my dress.
Since his illness, I didn't have the heart to refuse him his treat, and, eventually despite token protests, I was revealing my little blue panties and an inch or two of my flesh above them.
"Don't move!" he instructed, as I was about to release my dress. "I want a
good
look this time."
And with that, he came forward on his knees, to get close and stare hard for a full minute or two at what was on show.
It was a bizarre scene, as I watched my Step Daddy feast his eyes on his daughters, silky smooth, tanned, bare thighs. Not a normal thing in the usual run of things, but, by now, I was used to his unhealthy and vaguely incestuous interest. Would a married daughter really want to show her father what was underneath her dress? You might ask.
Well it seems that I did. Naughty daughter, wicked daddy.
Just then a nurse came in to change his towels and immediately I let my skirt fall. Daddy growled in frustration, but, her presence seemed to cool things down. Maybe, just as well given the sudden lack of privacy in his hospital room.
Seeing the nurse, he started to complain about how dowdy and unexciting their uniforms were, "I'm sure they could be fitted out with something a bit more short and sexy," he whined. "The old guys in here all say the same. We should get up a petition.
Say, I've got an idea, he went on. Why don't you and Amy get yourselves sexy nurse's uniforms for next time you visit, I mean really naughty ones like in the porn films. You would set this place alight."
"Well....we'll have to see what we can do about that," I teased. The look on his face said it all. At the same time, I mentally pictured Amy and I walking together side my side in those ridiculously short sexy uniforms, our hips swinging in unison, with our little panties visible to the randy old men watching and lusting.....I liked the idea.
I could see what Daddy had in mind, The subject of sex never far away from his thoughts.
Speaking of which, on my last visit he had got as far as naughtily seeing and touching my pussy and I wondered whether he would get as far as that again before I left. Given how excited he got last time, I very much doubted that I would be leaving today without having to deal with that kind of intimate contact.
Fortunately, with the interruption, things had cooled down sufficiently for him to give me a more detailed summary of how things stood, medically. Also, I got details about his current life in the care home. That's when he told me he that he soon hoped to be discharged and find somewhere else to live. Preferably somewhere near me.
After that surprising news, we had a coffee in his room, while we talked about it.
Later, after I showed him some recent holiday photographs and some of his grandchildren, Kelly and Mark, he told me that the Care Home now had a kind of makeshift mini cinema room and patients were allowed to see films with visitors.
"I booked a session and we won't be disturbed," he assured me. "There's one film I particularly want to see with you," he said. "Hopefully, you will like it. It lasts less than an hour, then we can see what else we can do."
My eyes widened at this and I was curious as to what kind of film he was going to show me.
We walked along the corridor and found this cosy little room with a big T.V screen and an old sofa in front of it. As soon as we entered the room, he turned and locked the door. I was surprised at this, but, he explained that we didn't want to be disturbed, particularly when the movie we were about to see was a bit risqué. "On the other hand," he said, "I know you are pretty broad minded and will be alright with it."
"Oh, well let's see it then," I said, my curiosity being aroused by the minute.
"O.K." he growled with a dirty grin.
Then he produced the DVD from a bag he had brought with him. The room itself was sparsely furnished, but, it had everything we needed for our showing, which wasn't much. Apart from the sofa, there was a large table, a bed and a bamboo cane.
By now, I was nicely settled on the comfortable sofa in front of the large screen with Daddy sitting next to me, intimately, like on a date, which was a secret thrill.
I tried to imagine the content of the stuff I was about to witness. I had a feeling it would be x rated with lots of lovely legs on show. Mine were spread out before me, generously displayed and claiming his attention.
I was only partially right about the movie, because, it turned out to be an erotic little piece about spanking. I was stunned at first, but, found the subject quite fascinating and couldn't take my eyes off it, particularly, as the only characters were a father and daughter.
Let me say straightaway that it was professionally done with an excellent cast. And although in black and white, it was visually outstanding and utterly realistic. And as with all films done to such a standard. I watched transfixed.
The plot was quite simple. A young girl in her late teens was due to go to college and had a night out to celebrate with friends. She had drunk too much and there had been a rowdy scene outside her house in the early hours involving her friends and the neighbours.
As a result, the girl's Daddy was furious with her behaviour, and, as their household was one who were in the habit of using corporal punishment to resolve situations like this, the misbehaving young lady had been hauled off the street to face her fate with her Daddy's trusted cane.
This all seemed very real with my own Daddy sitting right next to me, with us the only people in the room.
I immediately identified myself with the naughty young girl, his daughter, thinking back to when I was the same age as her and the dubious mischief I had got up to myself. The difference being that I had got away with far too much.
Then we watched the intricacies of the actual punishment. How erotic it was. It was so painful for her, but conversely, I could see that in some way she actually enjoyed it.
Even, just watching it..... was doing something to me. There was distinct sexual undertone to it and one wondered what emotional link there was between the father and daughter. The father clearly enjoying doing his duty and swishing that bamboo cane across her bottom over and over again. The daughter with those rebellious flashing eyes and her proud curvaceous, stuck out, bottom, was in defiant mood, using her sexy body to try and mitigate what was coming to her. What I noticed and what he would have noticed as well, was when she took her skirt off, the girl had long shapely legs - just like mine. Coincidentally, the young girl also had the same name as me....Penny.
That just set the atmosphere alight in that small room, as my past with him all came back to me. I also remembered his additional confession, recently admitted, that he had many times wanted to come into my teenage bedroom, when I had been at that age, but never did. I squirmed in my seat. It all suddenly seemed so real. My heart beating, my throat dry.....my pussy moistening up, sensing that there was going to be plenty of sexual activity at the end of it. It was obvious really, but it didn't faze me, I just pulled my dress up a little higher.
I said to him, my voice shaking. "You let me off with far too much twenty years ago. I could have done with a smacking or two like that to bring me into line. You were far too easy on me."
"It's not too late for retribution," he growled. "You owe it to me.....Penny. It's kind of payback time."
His hand moved across and settled on my thigh, moving, meaningfully up and down my silky smooth skin threatening to go higher......
I gasped at the sensation of it. Me a 39 year old married woman letting her father get his hand away. It seemed so unreal.
He kept speaking, low and seductively....
"Will you let me spank
you
