Rent-A-Daughter – Part II
When I came out, I found Maddy lying on the very top of my couch, arms outstretched, like she was flying. It was adorable, and I smiled genuinely. She grinned back at me. “It’s too bad I can’t really fly,” she said.
An idea struck. “I could probably lift you up and carry you around in the air,” I suggested. “It wouldn’t quite be flying, but it’d be closer…”
“Really?” I nodded. “Then let’s do it.”
I approached her cautiously, suddenly nervous and unsure about how to approach it, but Madeline must have sensed my confusion, because she helped. She slid off the couch into a standing position, and put my hands on her waist.
I’m not a gym nut or anything, but I do like to keep in shape. The heart problems that led to my dad’s death were in no small part due to his weight. As a teen, I wasn’t as bad as him, but I already tended a little towards the pudgy, and when he died, it was a wake-up call. I became determined to get healthy and stay that way. Throughout college I tried to do a light workout in my room every morning, and it became a regular routine. I’d lapsed a little in recent years, dropping down to a couple times a week, when I remembered, but ever since Maddy started coming over, I’d gotten back in the regular habit again.
And she was a wisp of a thing, looking so light and fragile that I was sure I could lift her. So I hefted her up and raised her as high as I could. It couldn’t have worked out better, I could look right up her skirt and see a thin strip of blue the only thing keeping her butt-cheeks apart, and the little wider spot of fabric that covered her pussy. I couldn’t maintain her in that way for long, so I steadied her with one hand on her stomach and slid the other down her skirt and over to her legs, giving me a wider stance and letting me lift her over my head in a lying down position, although she did step on my head briefly in the changeover. I didn’t mind. “Ready?”
I couldn’t run, I didn’t want to risk running her into a wall or something, and she was getting heavy enough without trying to move fast as well, but I walked around the apartment a little, while she made an exclamation of excitement, not unlike a “wheeee”. I couldn’t keep it up for very long. My estimates of my strength proved to be a little overambitious, and before long my arms were beginning to feel like they were on fire.
“I think we’re going to have to come in for a crash landing,” I said. Luckily the couch was right in front of me and I half-dropped, half-tossed her onto it, and took a deep breath. “Whew. You okay?”
Her giggle told me she was before she spoke, and to my surprise, the force of the impact caused her skirt to fly up at an indecent level, over her waist. I could see the panties I’d bought on her, in full light of the apartment instead of the dark under her skirt. The classic red and yellow S-Shield emblazoned right over where her pussy mound made a little bulge. I drank it in for a few seconds, while she said, “I’m fine. That was fun, Daddy.” She suddenly seemed to notice the way her skirt was, although from the casual way she adjusted it, she either didn’t realize or didn’t care that I was looking.
“Yeah. Sorry, I guess I’m not as strong as I thought.” I had what I wanted, my little perverted look of the day, and decided I’d try to be good the rest of our time together. “Now, what should we do next. Do you want a snack, or maybe I could help with your homework, or, well, there’s always the next book of Ultimate Spider-Man…”
We did a little of all three, as it turned out. First she had me help her a little with some math questions for homework… I think she was doing it deliberately for me, to give me the ‘experience’ of helping a daughter with her homework, rather than actually needing it for herself. She seemed to be pretty smart. After homework, I brought her a plate of store-bought cookies and sat beside her while she read comics.
It was when she almost finished the comic when I reached over for another cookie, which turned out to be the last on the plate. Maddy shook her head at one of the developments on the page, and then announced, “Wow, Spider-Man’s really not that great at having a secret identity. People keep taking his mask off or finding his costume!” With that observation, Maddy leaned forward to grab one just after I snagged it, and then, finding the plate empty, eyed me suspiciously. “Did you take the last cookie?”
“Maybe,” I said. It was curled up in my hand, hidden from view.
“You thief,” she said lightly. “Those were supposed to be for me.”
Of course, I bought the cookies and felt I had every right to take them, but I knew she was joking and so I played along. I revealed the cookie and said, “What are you going to do about it?”
“You do know I’m Supergirl, right? I fight crime and, like, aliens and stuff. I’m sure I can take down a cookie thief.”
I launched myself off the couch. “You’ll have to catch me first.”
Maddy tossed the book aside and chased me around the room. She had more energy, but I had longer legs and knew the apartment intimately, so even when she tried to hop over the couch, I was always a few steps ahead of her. “No fair,” she called out, laughing, as we paused on opposite sides of the couch. “I’m supposed to have super speed!”
“Maybe I do too. Come on, if it was easy to catch all your foes, you wouldn’t be much of a hero, would you?” But I decided it was time to let her catch me. So, after a few more times around the familiar circles in the apartment, the next chance I had a free place to run I took a detour into my bedroom. A deliberate mistake, for, once she followed me in, there was no room for me to run, I’d have to try to push past her and pretend to be ‘caught’ by her super strength.
That was the intention, at least, although it worked out a little differently. “Ha, I have you now,” she said from the doorframe, and then jumped me. If I’d expected the sudden attack, I could have held my ground, but I hadn’t, and we tumbled backwards onto my bed. When we landed, her legs were on either side of mine, and Maddy pulled herself upright, and then crawled on her knees over my body until she was straddling my hips. She put one hand on my chest, lightly encircling my neck and applying slight pressure, not enough to hurt but enough to be play-strangling me. “Now return that stolen cookie,” she said. She was a little out of breath and inhaling and exhaling rapidly.
I’d forgotten the cookie. I had an underage Supergirl on top of me, on my bed, in a dominant position that echoed sex… the only things separating our genitals were my pants and our underwear. If those three layers of fabric were absent, it would practically be the exact same thing I’d fantasized while holding those panties. “So? Are you going to give it up?”
Naturally, it moved. My dick, I mean. It stiffened rapidly, like it wanted to tear through those three layers and the barrier between fantasy and reality, and plant itself. My rigid cock was lying back, up against my chest, pinned under her weight, but I imagine she must have felt the bulge right on her crack.
She didn’t say a word about it. I didn’t know if she didn’t feel it or just didn’t know what it meant, or maybe she knew and just didn’t want to say anything. We stayed like that for what felt like five minutes but must have only been a few seconds. “Well?” she said.
I finally opened my hand and revealed the cookie. It was one of those round ones with the sugary raspberry jelly in the middle, a little broken from being mistreated. Maddy grabbed the cookie and snapped it in half, smiling as she pulled the jelly apart. “See, because I’m such a good girl, we can share it.” One half, she thrust towards my mouth, and I opened, accepting it. Somehow that sugary sweetness only made me harder.
I felt my hands drift towards her legs, as though under some supernatural control, and landing on her bare flesh, and I struggled to keep them from sliding upwards. “Okay,” I said. “You won. What now?”
“I don’t know, Daddy,” she said, and one of those eternally long moments happened again as my dick swelled once more. “But I still have to find out how Gwen’s going to react to finding out.” And, just like that, she was off me, and I struggled quickly to turn to my side and hide the tent in my pants, but she didn’t look back. I needed a couple minutes before I could follow her.
It wasn’t long after that that she went home, after changing back into her normal clothes, of course. We parted the way we usually did, with me paying her and her giving me a hug, no discussion about anything unusual having happened.
I masturbated the moment she left, clutching her Supergirl thong in my hand and convincing myself I detected a spot of now-dry wetness, but after I blew my load, I lay back on my bed full of shame. I’d always convinced myself I could play the “look but don’t touch” game… aside from completely innocent touches, but, even though I hadn’t intended her to straddle me, I came awfully close to touching. My hands on her thighs might have looked innocent, but it wasn’t, and I knew it. And maybe the whole thing wasn’t as accidental as I wanted to believe, either… maybe I’d subconsciously arranged it to happen just like that. However it happened, I was on the slippery slope, and I knew it.
So I made a decision to end our arrangement. I could thrive off the memories I’d already had for years to come, and I could lock that dark part of me back in the Phantom Zone where it could do nothing but fantasize.
The decision made, I felt good about it, with only a little reluctance. I knew I’d miss Maddy, and not just sexually, but it was for the best. She was the sweetest kid I’d ever known, and I genuinely cared about her. I loved having her around, treating me like a father, and rediscovering Spider-Man’s adventures through her eyes was a joy, but the last thing I wanted to do was hurt her, even accidentally. I had no serious second thoughts, and was determined to make the next session of Rent-A-Daughter my last.
That resolve lasted until I actually tried.
“What do you mean?” Maddy exclaimed sadly, her mouth hanging partly open like I’d just done something inexplicable.
“I just think we shouldn’t do this any more,” I said.
“You don’t like having me as your daughter?” Her face had crumpled, like I’d just actually hurt her.
“No,” I said, trying to sound soothing. “You were a wonderful daughter. It’s just… I think it’s run it’s course. There’s only so much we can do… I mean it’s not like I can take you anywhere so we wind up doing the same things.”
“But it’s fun, isn’t it? I thought you liked it.”
“And you said you wanted to share your love of comics, and we’re still doing that, right? I still haven’t read all of that Spider-Man series and you said you were going to get me Spider-Girl and some Teen Tritons and X-Men.”
“Teen Titans,” I corrected automatically.
“See, that’s why you still need to teach me, cause I don’t know this stuff yet.”
“I can give you a bunch of comics if you’d like, like a going away present, it’s just…”
“What… you’ve got to have a reason. Did something happen? Did I do something wrong?”
It was breaking my heart. And it exposed my biggest weakness in the whole plan… I didn’t come up with an idea for what I was going to tell her, I just assumed she’d take it professionally that I wanted to end it, like it was just a business arrangement for her.
“You didn’t do anything wrong… it’s just…” Inspiration struck. “I can’t really afford it any more. I had some financial difficulties and…” I hated lying to her, but it was for the best.
It didn’t work. “I can cut the price if that’s what it is,” she said earnestly. “How about $10 an hour?”
Guessing I wasn’t going for it, she said, “$7.50. That’s my final offer.”
It was less than she said she could earn babysitting, and that was what made me wonder… maybe I wasn’t the only one getting something out of this relationship, and I don’t just mean the money. Maybe she liked it, as strange as it sounded. I’d have thought she’d have relished the chance to spend time with her friends after school, and assumed she was just doing this to earn some extra money. By now, she surely had enough for the iPhone.
Still, I had her best interests in mind. “You’re worth much more than that. I’d feel like I was taking advantage of you.”
“It’s okay,” she said. “Take advantage of me.” If only she knew how that sounded. “I mean, it would be so much more work to find another wannabe Daddy who wants to hire me.”
That stopped me cold… if I was no longer her client, then she might go out and find another… whoever she found might be better at talking her out of this dangerous plan, but they also might be like me, but without my restraint. “You shouldn’t look for one,” I said.
Because the only people who’d hire her are pedophiles like me… but I couldn’t say that. “You should just spend time with your friends. A girl your age doesn’t need to be working every afternoon, you should be enjoying life. You must have earned enough by now.”
“No, I still need the money,” she said. “I’d rather you still hire me, even at a discount. I like you, you’re a good Dad, you’re fun. But if you don’t want a daughter anymore…”
She left it hanging, and I was weak. I could have scared her away with the truth, but I convinced myself that she liked me, that for some reason she liked spending time with me, even though she had a father of her own. Maybe she even had a crush on me… that was possibly the most dangerous option, for it could lead to me taking advantage of it while telling myself that she wanted it. Or maybe she just really needed the money for some reason. But I was afraid to tell her the truth, and more afraid that, without me, she’d run into somebody worse. I could control myself, for Maddy’s sake, I wanted to believe that. “Ten dollars an hour?” I said.
“I said seven…” she stopped herself. “Yeah, ten dollars.”
I had to laugh. “I didn’t forget. But I said you were worth more than that… and if you need the money that much, I wouldn’t want to short-change you.”
“So you still want to be my Daddy?”
“For a while longer. We’ll see how it goes.”
She rushed forward and hugged me, more intently than she had before, then let go, and rushed into my living room area. “So, let’s decide what to do today.”
Our relationship resumed, and I was much better about it. I didn’t buy her any more racy outfits, or touch her inappropriately, although sometimes I got a nice peek when she wore a loose shirt that revealed her budding breasts when she leaned over too far, or a flash of panties under a skirt. One thing did change, other than the price. Maddy took to heart the idea that I was getting bored doing the same things over and over again. At first she suggested I take her out, but when I gave that idea a firm no, she came up with the idea of, every so often, doing “theme days”, to give me a fuller range of the father-daughter experience.
The first of those was Movie Day. I’d take my daughter “out” to a movie… really it was just watching Raiders of the Lost Ark on the couch, but we’d dim the lights like it was a theatre, and make microwave popcorn (which Maddy brought with her), and Maddy said she’d do her best to pretend we were out at a movie.
Next there was a School Talent Show Day, where we pretended we were at a parents night type event, and she showed off her talent… and to make it realistic, made me sit through a bunch of other kids with their talents, dressing up in different outfits and talking in different voices to pretend to be different people, and demonstrating various talents from dancing to juggling to singing, with varying degrees of success. The singing was particularly bad, but she insisted she was pretending to be one of her friends who thinks she’s a great singer but wasn’t.
I didn’t know her friends, but Maddy probably could have done “impressions” as her talent, if it were a real talent show, they all seemed to come to life with their own quirks. The actual talent she did for her own role was a surprising one. I expected something to do with her love of history and archaeology, but instead, she took out a few green tennis balls and began juggling. She managed three at a time pretty easily, and when she moved up to four she was still pretty good, although she did drop one once.
I clapped for that one enthusiastically, because that’s what I was supposed to do as a father… she’d coached me that I could just pretend to clap for everybody else, but for a daughter I had to stand up and act like she was the best, even if she wasn’t. She was the best, but then, she was also all the worst performers, too. “How’d you learn how to do that?” I asked, after the ‘show’ concluded.
“Oh, my, um, other dad used to do it with grenades,” she said simply. I stared, and she laughed. “Not real ones, of course, but fakes. It would freak people out.”
“I bet,” I said nervously. If I needed any incentive to be good the rest of that day, the reminder that her actual father was ex-military and could probably fuck me up in all sorts of ways provided it. “Don’t try that at the school talent show,” I joked, to try to dispel the tension that only I felt.
She laughed. “Nah, I don’t even enter the real one.”
She shrugged. “It’s just juggling. People would think it’s dumb.”
“Well, I thought you were wonderful…”
Her eyes shone. “Really?”
I nodded. “Don’t worry so much about what other people think. You’re great. If you ask me, and…” I fake-looked around, then continued, “I seem to be the only judge here, you totally won that talent show.”
She hugged me briefly but fiercely, and, although the image of her father with a military rifle pointed at my face kept me from hugging her as tightly as I wanted, I gave her a light pat on the back and later presented her a mini-bust of Batman (who I described as the most talented human in the DC universe), as a trophy. She didn’t get to keep it, of course, but she never asked. I guess we both knew it would lead to questions if one of her parents found it.
But it was the next theme day that caused me to get into more trouble.
After Talent Show Day Madeline had some trouble thinking of things we could do. We couldn’t exactly build a fire in the apartment for a camping day. Then, one day, she came up with, “How about Beach Day?”
“How exactly would that work?”
“Well, we pretend we’re at the beach. We get a blanket, and pack a picnic lunch in a cooler, and pretend we’re sitting out under the sun, and maybe fill up one of those beach balls with air. I can get one at the dollar store. I don’t think we can do sand, but we can use the bathtub as the water.”
“So, we just sit around in swimsuits that afternoon?”
“If you think it’s dumb we don’t have to do it, but I’m trying here.”
Swimsuits. The word echoed in my head, accompanied by images. “No, that sounds fine. Do I buy you a swimsuit?”
She shrugged. “If you want. Or I could bring one from home.”
I chose the safer path. “Maybe that’s for the best. If I bought one I’d probably screw up the size again anyway.”
She laughed. “Yeah, that’s true. So, what do you say? You can make the lunch, I’ll bring the beach toys.”
“Okay,” I said. “Beach day. Let’s do it.”
I was conscious at the time that I might drift once again into forbidden territory, but I had no idea how much I’d wind up slipping.
She showed up at her usual time, with a little pack under one arm. “So, Daddy… are you ready to go to the beach?”
“You bet. I packed us a lunch and everything.” Well, I made two sandwiches, and a couple of sodas. I didn’t want to spoil her appetite when she went to her real home.
“Let’s see if we can find a place to set up.”
I’d done that already, pushing my couch up against one wall and table next to the TV, there was a wide open space in the middle of the room, where two towels lay. “Oh, well, this looks like a good place,” Maddy said. “I’m just going to go into one of the change rooms.” With that, she disappeared into my bathroom. I decided to go into my room and pull off my shirt and pants while I waited. I had a pair of trunks underneath, not that I expected to do much swimming, but I wanted to get into the spirit of the day. I’d forgotten about Maddy’s suggestion of using the bathtub as the water, but she hadn’t… I could hear a torrent of water running as she changed, filling the tub.
Finally, the water stopped, and shortly after that, Maddy came out. She wore a blue two-piece swimsuit that clung to her little body. There was nothing indecent about it, but it made my breath catch all the same, seeing her body on display. It was hard to believe there was any fat on her, although some clearly hid underneath the silky fabric of her top. I allowed myself a few seconds to stare, but then looked away and sat down on the towel. With no cushioning sand, it was a lot less comfortable than a real beach would be, but I tried not to complain.
“So, what do we do first?” I asked. I usually let Maddy set the agenda, especially on her theme days, because she had an idea in her head about what the “Daughter Experience” was all about. Moreover, I couldn’t trust myself not to suggest something inappropriate.
She had a pair of sunglasses in her hand, one of the type that doesn’t actually have any glass in it, just a series of horizontal strips with spaces between them wide enough to see through, and put them on. “I don’t know about you, but I’m going to soak up some rays…” She pointed to the ceiling, where a light mounted in the fan served as her imaginary sun. Maddy reached into her bag, pulled out, to my surprise, a bottle of suntan lotion, and squirted a small amount into her palm. She then rubbed the oily liquid up and down her legs, making her skin glisten. Then she turned to me and said, “Can you rub some on my back?”
It was like asking an alcoholic if he’d like to go to a wine tasting. How could I refuse? Maddy squirted some goo in my hands and rolled on her stomach, and I worked it into her skin, caressing it lightly, feeling the warmth of her body. I wanted more, I wanted to slip beneath the strings, to massage it all over her body, front and back, but I restricted myself to a few seconds of enjoyment of the physical contact, and then lay down on my stomach… mostly so my erection would bang against the floor instead of tenting my trunks.
“Aren’t you going to put any on?” Maddy asked.
“No, I think I’m okay.”
“You’re going to burn,” she warned, uselessly. You couldn’t burn on lights, after all.
“I’ll risk it.” Although I wanted her to return the favor and rub some on me, my mind was already racing to places it shouldn’t go. I actually thought about suggesting she might want to avoid tan lines by sunbathing topless. If I got more turned on, I might have convinced myself that I could say it as a joke, and that if she took it seriously, it wouldn’t be my fault… but I knew better, and wanted to stay knowing better. I bit my tongue, literally for a few seconds, but after that, just metaphorically.
We lay there, on blankets in my living room, pretending the ceiling light was a sun, and that we were tanning. It was a little dull, at least until we started talking. Mostly, I let her talk, and I just got her started. I could ask her about her friends and she’d tell stories of some of the kids at school. At one point I asked her what got her interested in archaeology.
She hesitated, as though worried it was something she shouldn’t say. “I guess ’cause of my dad at first. I mean my real dad. He was stationed in Egypt and would send home postcards and stuff and always said he’d take us to see the Pyramids one day.”
I knew from before she hadn’t been. “Well, I’m sure sooner or later you guys’ll go.”
“Yeah,” she said softly. “Anyway, my mom used to tell me about the pharaohs and Pyramids and I just got really into it. And then I learned about other places and how they found out about them. It’s really interesting how they piece things together.” She shrugged and abruptly said, “Anyway, I’m going swimming.”
Swimming consisted of Maddy running to the bathroom and jumping into the water. A few seconds later, I heard her high-pitched voice. “Daddy… come watch… are you watching?”
I smiled and got off the towel… she really was determined to replicate the experience of having a daughter of the beach, at least as close as she could, although she sounded a little like a clichéd kid trying to get their parent’s attention. Then again, maybe it was a cliché because it was accurate.
Inside, she was lying in the tub, her face the only part poking out of the water. With her volume displaced, the tub was close to overflowing. “Look,” she said. “Watch how long I can hold my breath.” With that, she closed her eyes, inhaled deeply, then submerged. It was only about thirty seconds before she came back up, gasping. “See?”
“Yeah,” I said, then joked, “Just don’t swim out too deep, I don’t want to have to swim out and save you from sharks.”
She giggled a little and then pushed towards me, through the water, splashing me and more importantly depositing a large amount of water on the floor. “Oops, sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean to get your floor wet.”
I shrugged. It was nothing towels wouldn’t fix. “It’s not the floor, it’s the beach, right?”
That wide, gap-tooth grin that was becoming so familiar to me appeared again. “Right. You want to swim? I can get out.”
I couldn’t really come close to swimming, and the idea of lying in a tub didn’t appeal to me, even if I was sharing bathwater with beautiful little Maddy. “No, it’s okay,” I said. “I’m going to have a sandwich, though.”
“Yeah, I guess I could eat too. Here, help me up.” She held out both hands over the edge of the tub and I grabbed them as she got to her feet, and then stumbled out towards me.
We ate our sandwiches and drank sodas on the towel in the living room, Maddy had another towel draped around her shoulders. Sitting casually, in a bikini, partly covered, hair still wet, I think she was the most beautiful I’d ever seen her. “So what next?” she asked as she drained the last drops of cola from the can.
“I don’t know, you could go swimming again.”
“No, I can’t,” she said. “I have to wait a half hour after eating, don’t you know anything?”
“Oh, right, I’d forgotten… I don’t know, you have any ideas?”
She held up the deflated beach ball she’d bought from the dollar store. “We can play ball.”
I agreed, and she tossed it in my lap and asked me to blow it up. “Me?”
“It’s a daddy job,” she said.
Well, I couldn’t deny that. I had more air in my lungs, she would have taken forever to fill it. It was still a pain in the ass, but I got it into a ball shape, and we played an impromptu game where we bounced it back and forth to each other, trying not to let it hit the ground.
No matter how much we pretended, we weren’t at the beach, with comfortable sand and lots of room to run around and nothing that could get damaged. After only a few minutes into our game, Maddy started getting more reckless, waiting to catch the ball when it was close to hitting the ground, and she couldn’t control exactly where it went, and, one time, when one bounce sent it into my home office, she followed it.
I heard a sudden impact, then dead silence, followed by the words, “Oh, shit.”
“What?” I asked, walking into the room. “Are you okay?”
“I am so sorry,” she said, and when she did, I saw what had fallen. Wolverine. Or rather, a statue of him that was on one of my shelves. “I bumped into it and it just fell off.”
Wolverine might have unbreakable bones and adamantium claws, but the statue was made of resin and wasn’t so durable. The arm had snapped off. I swore softly.
“It’s not expensive, is it?”
“A little.” It was a little shy of a hundred dollars when I got it, and that was when it was new in stores. Now I’d have to find it on eBay or something and that could get much pricier.
“I am so sorry,” she repeated.
“It’s okay,” I said, trying to feel it. I was mad, but I knew deep down I shouldn’t be. It was just a statue, after all. A stupid, geeky thing. I tried to press the break together, trying to see how easy it would be to glue back together. It seemed to be a clean break, at least. When I looked back to Maddy’s face, she still seemed worried, almost scared. My concerns over the statue faded, and I just wanted to reassure her. “Don’t worry, it’s not like I’m really your daddy and you’re in danger of me spanking you, or anything.”
That comment hung out there between us for a few seconds, as I looked back at Wolverine, checking for any damage I hadn’t noticed. Finally, in a small voice, she said, “You can, you know.”
“You can spank me, if you want. That’s what some dads do.”
“Does your dad spank you?”
She shrugged and, with her expressionless face, I thought she was trying to put on a tough front, but she said, “When I was littler, he did sometimes. He hasn’t in a while.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t even really know if I’d be the kind of dad who spanks.”
“Well, don’t you think you should find out?” she said. “You’re paying for the experience of having a daughter. If you didn’t know what kind of dad you’d be, I wouldn’t be doing my job, right?”
I didn’t answer, my mind thrown off-kilter by the offer, and my desire, and then I guess Maddy took my silence as an admission that I wanted to, but wasn’t sure I should. That was the truth, but I don’t think Madeline had any idea of the reason why. I was already a little hard. Since I hadn’t answered, she stepped forward, took my hand, and led me back to the living room, to the couch, up against the wall. I sat mechanically, and then Maddy submissively laid herself across my lap.
As if that wasn’t enough, she reached back, and pulled the bottom of her bathing suit down. There I sat, in my trunks, with a young girl exposing her perfect bottom just inches from my face. And it was perfect, it looked plump and well shaped, just small.
I still had Wolverine in one hand. I put it aside on the couch, face down so he couldn’t watch and judge, and took in the sight of Madeline’s beautiful rear. I tried, and failed, to will down an erection. I was only wearing trunks, she had to feel it, but she said nothing, and I was forced to wonder if she wanted this for some reason, or maybe her father got erections when spanking her and so she just thought of it as normal. “Are you going to?” she said, with what seemed like a quiver of fear. “Just try not to do it too hard.”
Well, she’d given me permission, after all. I raised my hand up to head level, and began to swing it down. At the last second, I stopped myself, removing much of the speed but being unable to prevent myself from making contact at all. I touched that sweet little ass, with the force of a firm grab. My thumb brushed between her cheeks, just slightly.
“It can be a bit harder than that,” she said. “That’s not really a spanking at all. Not that I’m complaining, you know, but you’re trying to make me learn my lesson, so it’s supposed to hurt a little.”
“No,” I said, scared, realizing I’d already gone too far. “Get up.”
She pushed herself up and then pulled the swimsuit up to cover her ass again. She looked at me, questioningly.
“I can’t,” I said. “I don’t want to hurt you at all.” And that was true, the only reason I moved to spank her in the first place was because it was a means to touch her, and I didn’t have it in my heart to do it in a way that would cause her pain, which was why I pulled back as much of my force as I could. “It was just a statue anyway,” I told her. “I guess I don’t have it in me to be a spanking daddy.”
Madeline impulsively leaned forward, and gave me a hug. “See, you really would make a good father.”
Hardly… my erection would argue otherwise. “I think the punishment’s just going to be that Beach Day is over, okay? You should just get dressed and go home. I’m going to see if I can fix the statue.”
She seemed a little disappointed, but nodded, and shuffled off to the bathroom to get dressed. I took the broken Wolverine and, after taking a few bills out of my wallet as her payment, hid in my room, not wanting to face her, the guilt for what I’d just done overwhelming me. When she returned, I told her through the door that I was changing, and that I left her money for her by the door. She said goodbye, that she’d see me tomorrow, and then left.
She didn’t see me the next day, because I wouldn’t let her. In the past, I’d told her that if I was called into work and couldn’t see her, I’d leave a little sticker on the door, so she knew she could just leave and spend the afternoon with a friend or something. I was home, but I put the sticker there anyway. At the usual time, I heard a soft little knocking, but then eventually she went into her own apartment, and I was left alone to think about what to do.
I had to end it, I’d decided. I’d broken my “look but don’t touch” rule, this time firmly, and in a way that was decidedly not innocent. I’d committed a crime, touched her bare ass, even grabbed a little. That was molestation, even if she didn’t realize it. I knew I had to stop, I had to remove the temptation.
The problem was, the last time I tried that, I crumbled, because I was worried that she would look for somebody else. I couldn’t see her until I’d thought of a way to end it, one that would stop her from selling her particular services to somebody else.
Unfortunately, there was only one way I could think of to do that… by telling her the truth.
The next time I let her in, I took her to the couch and had her sit down. She seemed a little wary, because I didn’t usually direct her to do anything specific, but she waited for me to begin. Even though I’d rehearsed what I said, I still felt at a loss. Finally, I said, “Madeline, I think it’s time we put an end to Rent-A-Daughter.”
Her eyes widened. “This is because I broke your statue, isn’t it? I’m sorry! I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
I kind of expected she might think that, but I shook my head and said, gently but firmly, “No, it’s not that.”
“You said it was okay, that you weren’t mad!”
“I’m not, it’s not that,” I assured her. “This isn’t about anything you’ve done. But it’s not good for you to be spending so much time here, you should be enjoying being a kid, out with friends…”
“You’re my friend,” she said.
That gave me a warm feeling, but I pushed it back. “I mean friends your own age.”
“I don’t have any friends my own age,” she admitted in a small voice, her hands plucking at the dress she wore nervously.
I didn’t understand that. “What? Of course you do, you’ve told me all about them.”
“They’re not my friends, they’re just people at school. They all think I’m weird though… but you’re my friend, I like spending time with you.”
That broke my heart, but it didn’t really change anything. “Look, Maddy, you’re a smart, beautiful girl, and a great person, I’m sure if you tried, you could get somebody at school to like you. Maybe if you didn’t spend so much of your after school time here you’d have better luck.”
“But I like it here. Don’t you like being a daddy?”
It was time to break out the big guns. “I do, but it’s not right, Maddy. You can’t do this Rent-A-Daughter thing, and not just with me, either.” I took a deep breath. “I’m going to tell you something I’ve never told anybody before. So you can’t tell anyone either, okay?”
“You know I won’t. Confidentiality, remember?”
“Right.” Another breath. This was hard, even when rehearsed. “Do you know what a pedophile is?”
She looked at me a little warily, drawing back slightly. “Yeah, it’s one of those creeps who hurts children.”
“No, not quite,” I explained. “Some of them do. But it’s like… Muslims and terrorists. A lot of people think all Muslims are terrorists because the ones who are terrorists are always in the news. But most of them aren’t. The same is true with pedophiles. All a pedophile is, is someone who’s attracted to young girls, even though they know they shouldn’t be. Girls your age, in my case.”
Maddy put her hands on her knees and bumped them together, while her face reddened and she wouldn’t look at me. “You’re saying you’re attracted to me?”
“Yes. I know I shouldn’t be. And I don’t want to ever hurt you, but it’s getting to be hard for me to spend so much time with you. When you’re nearby, my mind goes to places it shouldn’t, I want things that could get me in trouble, things a daddy definitely shouldn’t want.” She didn’t say anything, so I continued. “I’m sorry, but the truth is, Rent-A-Daughter can’t work, because the people who would want it most are like me, except some of them might be way worse.”
“So what do you want?” she said finally. “To like, see me naked and stuff?”
Thinking it would scare her, I told her the truth. “Yes.”
Another long silence, but finally she said. “I can do that.”
If I believed in the devil, I’d think he was there, tempting me by granting my wishes. “I can’t ask you to do that,” I said. “It’s not right.”
“No, it’s fine,” she said, standing up. “Look, some families don’t wear clothes around the house, right? We can pretend it’s like that.”
“This wasn’t what I meant… I’m not trying to get you to…” The rest of the sentence died on my lips, as Madeline reached for the bottom of her dress and, with just a moment’s hesitation, started pulling it over her head. Within seconds, it was dropped on the floor, and I saw more of her body than I ever had before. She wore only a pair of pink panties, and her socks and shoes. No bra. Her chest was almost flat, but there were the beginnings of bumps for breasts, topped with what seemed like an impossibly tiny nipple. I stared. I should have protested, told her to cover herself up, but when someone you find attractive is stripping in front of you, you can’t do anything else but look.
She wasn’t done, either. She bent down at the waist and slipped her panties downwards in a smooth motion, like this was an everyday thing. It was only when she stepped out of them that she began to look nervous, and her face darkened with a deep blush. “How’s that?” Her hands covered her pubic mound for a few seconds, and then swung apart, giving me a look at her slit. It was bare and closed in, nothing peeking out except a bit of clit at the top. It was the most beautiful one I’d ever seen.
“It’s… uh…” My tongue seemed to have lost its connection to my brain.
“So can I stay?”
I found myself nodding. I was weak, I knew it, and I also knew how ashamed I’d be later, but for the moment I felt high, like I’d just accomplished something wonderful without even trying.
“Do you mind if I keep my socks on?” she asked. “The floors make my bare feet feel all sweaty.” I nodded again, and she back sat down on the couch, beaming. “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it? All you had to do was ask.” I thought I detected a note of false cheer, like she was just trying to tell herself it was okay. “Can I have the next Spider-Man comic?”
I got up mechanically and went for it, then handed it to her and watched as she sat on my couch, naked except for socks, and read it. I sat on the far corner, taking in every glimpse of ass or pussy or breast I could get, as though I was in a dream and might wake up at any second.
Finally, when she was about halfway through the comic, she put it down and looked at me. “Are you okay?”
“Uh, yeah. Are YOU okay?”
She shrugged. “It’s kind of weird being naked in front of you,” she admitted. “But you know, if we really were a nudist family, you’d be naked too. Maybe that’s why it feels weird, because it’s just me, and it’s like you’re staring at me.”
“I’m sorry, I’ll try not to stare.”
She frowned. “So you’re not going to undress? Just leave me as the only naked person in the room?”
“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“It won’t make me uncomfortable,” she said. “I trust you. I know you’re not going to try to like grab me or anything, right?”
She had more faith in me than I did in myself. But I didn’t think I would.
Maddy was staring at me, expectantly, so, hardly believing what I was doing, I took off my shirt, then I stood and took off my pants. I was waiting for some kind of negative reaction, but she just watched, not with any obvious arousal, but with sort of a cool detachment, like she was an archaeologist watching as an ancient piece of pottery was slowly uncovered. So, finally, I took the plunge and dropped my underwear. My rigid prick sprang forward, up, alert, pointed towards Madeline as though it could see her.
“Wow,” she said. “You weren’t lying, you really do think I’m hot.” She looked up from my dick to my eyes. “That’s what that means, right? That you’re… turned on?”
“Yeah,” I said. “You thought I was lying?”
She shrugged. “I thought maybe you made it up, that you were just trying to scare me away because you didn’t want me anymore. I mean, I’m nothing special.” She looked down at herself.
“No, you’re very special.”
“Maybe to a pedophile,” she said. But there wasn’t any judgment in her voice, at least not for me… maybe for herself.
“Beauty is beauty. Even a pedophile is attracted to beautiful girls, the ones who will turn into beautiful women.” It was a lie, a white one, but a lie, because childhood is kinder on features. There are genuinely ugly kids, but they’re rarer than ugly adults… some percentage of kids just lose their cute when their features set. I don’t think it’s just because I’m a pedophile, I see the same thing in boys, and I’ve heard other people, people who probably aren’t pedophiles, refer to the same phenomenon with girls. Look at the kid from Home Alone, or Two and a Half Men. But forget the truth, Madeline seemed like she could use a self-esteem boost. I added a little extra truth on top. “And even aside from how you look, you’re something special.” She reacted to my compliment quietly, but the blush returned.
“So you don’t like women your own age at all?” she asked.
“No,” I said. “That’s not how it works. Some people are like that, I guess, but for me, it’s pretty much just that my interest starts at around your age.” She shuffled on the couch and her legs spread a little more than they had before, unintentionally giving me a good look between them. It was strange having a conversation like this naked with a raging and quite visible erection.
She noticed it too, looking back to it, which made it bob. “You want to have sex with me?”
It didn’t sound like an offer, just a question, so I answered it that way. “Part of me does. But I know it’d be wrong. Don’t worry, I’m not going to try anything.” And the weird thing was, I was suddenly absolutely confident about that. If she offered, that was another story, but I knew then, staring at her with the biggest hard-on I’ve ever had, I was absolutely certain that I would not try and force her to do anything. I just really, really wanted her to offer.
She seemed to relax, though. “Good, because I really think I’m too young for that.”
“I know. It’s not a really Daddy thing to do, is it?”
“Yeah,” she agreed. “I mean, I guess some do, but they’re the bad ones.” She stole another glance at it.
We didn’t speak for a while, just had an awkward silence full of looks, sometimes stolen, sometimes blatant. Finally, I excused myself to go to the bathroom. There, I pumped my shaft rapidly, trying to reach a climax, and, in some ways, exorcise my own demons. For though I knew I’d never force anything on her, some part of me was thinking of ways to try to suggest something, to manipulate her, to dig myself deeper in the hole. I knew that once I’d ejaculated, that urge would go down and I’d feel the shame I felt was appropriate. Maybe I’d find the strength to push her away, though with her admission about her own loneliness that seemed harder than ever.
It didn’t take very long, as aroused as I was and with vivid memories of Maddy’s slit in my mind, and I deposited loads of sticky cum into the toilet, then flushed and washed my hands.
When I stepped out, Maddy was back to reading the comic, but it didn’t take long for her to look up and notice the obvious. “It went smaller.”
“Yeah,” I said embarrassedly. “You don’t think guys walk around like that all the time, did you?”
“No, just… I guess you must have…” she lowered her voice, putting the book down again. “Masturbated?”
I guessed there was no harm in admitting it. “Yeah. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. Besides, we’re supposed to be Daddy and Daughter, right?”
I didn’t want to push my luck and so tried to return us back to the path of Rent-A-Daughter standards by asking her about her homework. She played along, and we played the normal game of Daddy and Daughter for about half an hour, except both of us were naked.
Then of course, I got hard again. It happened when she lay on her side, legs curled up towards her chest, while watching something on TV, giving me a perfect view of her ass and pussy, if I just leaned a little to the side. I couldn’t resist leaning. Who could?
She noticed it eventually. “You’re stiff again.”
“Yeah,” I said. “Sorry.”
She shrugged. “It’s okay. Umm…” she hesitated, and then finally said, “do you need to masturbate again?”
“Not right now,” I said. “I can wait until after you’re gone.”
Her eyes flicked towards the clock display on my cable box. It was almost the time she usually left at. “Oh, right.”
So we sat in more or less silence, although I think she tried to tease me, as she began opening and closing her legs, as though absently fidgeting, while I watched. “Okay, I think it’s probably time we got dressed and you went home.”
“Okay,” she said, and got off the couch, then began to dress. I did too, feeling much more comfortable when I had clothes on me, even though my erection was still strong. As she pulled her dress back over her head, she asked, “So did I give you what you wanted?” She eyed me hopefully. “I can come back tomorrow?”
I hesitated, but finally said, “Yes.”
She smiled then, and, since we were both dressed, I gave Maddy her “allowance”, and she gave me the traditional goodbye hug and said “Thank you Daddy.” I was stuck now, I couldn’t turn her away.