Lessons With My Daddy

What a manipulative, spoilt little girl I was…

I am not scarred or anything, I don’t regret my past, I enjoyed it. My mum left us when I was four, so I don’t really remember her at all. I don’t mind because I don’t think I missed out on anything. It was just me and Dad. He carried on working and I carried on going to school and the lady next door would look out for me until he got home. He was probably upset but I was way too young to know about it.
He called me his princess and he spent all the time he could with me. He taught me things, he helped me to learn to read and we would do stuff together at the weekends. He didn’t seem to have any girlfriends or anything and didn’t seem that bothered. He probably did, but I never met anyone.
He liked washing my hair. I would get in the shower with him and he would make sure it was really well looked after. When I got out the shower he would dry it and brush it for me and kiss me on the forehead and tell me I was beautiful. There was nothing weird about him washing me or doing my hair.
One day, I was in the shower with him and I must have been about ten, I guess, I’m not too sure, things are a bit hazy now! I had a sudden urge to touch his willy. I don’t know why, I’d never done it before, I just wanted to. I mean, I didn’t have one and I didn’t really know what it was for. We’d never spoken about such things and I didn’t know anything about my own body really. So, I just prodded it with a finger and he sort of flinched and I giggled. His willy sort of jumped as well, so I did it again.
“Becs, what are you doing? You shouldn’t touch that bit of me.”
“It’s funny Daddy. What is it for? Why don’t I have one?”
“It’s mostly for weeing out of.”
“Why did it move?”
“‘Cos you surprised me. Please don’t touch it, Becs. If you keep touching it, I shall have to stop having a shower with you.”
“Why? I like our showers, it’s nice with you, Daddy!”
“Just don’t touch it, ok? It’s not good for little girls to do that with their daddies.”
So I stopped prodding it, but I was curious about it and why I shouldn’t touch it. I mean, we cuddled and I held his hand and stuff, it seemed a bit strange to me. I kept it to myself and didnt say a thing and we carried on as normal for two or so weeks, I guess. Anyway, whenever it was, one weekend, my curiosity was burning inside me.
We were on the sofa watching TV and I just blurted it out, “Daddy, remember me touching your thing? You said not to touch it any more. Why did you say girls shouldn’t do that with their daddies?”
“Look, Becs, do we have to talk about it?”
“Yes, Daddy. I want to know.”
“I thought this was a few years off but ok. It’s a thing for helping make babies and for weeing out of. It has go in a lady and then some special stuff called sperm comes out and goes into the lady and it meets a tiny egg inside the lady and sometimes it makes a baby grow inside her.”
“Oh.” I do recall this bit because it was important to me. I was quiet for a while and then I said, “So how does it get in the lady? You’re not joking with me are you?”
“No, Becs, it’s not a joke, this is serious stuff. You know you don’t have one, right, well you know your pee place is different don’t you? Well there’s a special hole down there which my willy goes into and then everything I said happens.”
“Willy?” I giggled.
“It’s proper name is ‘penis’ and you have a ‘vagina’, but willy is easy to say.”
“I have a vagina.”
“Exactly. I have a penis, you have a vagina.”
“You have sperm, I have eggs?”
“Yes.”
“Do I have them now?”
“I think so. I think you have lots of them stored for when you meet a special man, when you’re older and grown up and you can make babies together.”
“Daddy, that’s silly. I have a special man already! I’ve got you!”
“Yes, Becs, but one day you will meet the man who can give you babies. That’s not me because I’m your Daddy. You can’t have babies with your daddy.”
He thought that was the end of it, I’m sure. But my febrile brain hadn’t finished with him just yet. I was upset I couldn’t have babies with my ‘special man’, I already had him, he was sat right next to me.
I went up to bed, thoughts still going round my head, I’m sure. The next morning, Sunday, I went and climbed into bed with him. It was our Sunday thing. We would sit together and talk about what we were doing that day. I liked sitting with him and chatting, but today was different.
“Daddy, can I look at your penis again? I want to touch it and make it move again. If it isn’t a surprise maybe it won’t move.”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea, Becs.”
“Well, I didn’t believe you so I was feeling my vagina and you’re right, there is a hole. But when I was touching it, it was nice. I liked the funny feeling. It made my tummy feel nice. My finger goes inside.”
“Becs, that’s a private thing for just you. You don’t need to tell me about it…”
“I want to, Daddy. You’re my special man. I want to touch your penis again. I’ll be grumpy if you don’t let me. I might cry, even.”
“Look, I’m Daddy, I am not meant to let you touch my penis even if you cry.”
I just sat looking at him. I was probably pouting and looking like I would start crying any moment. I was such a little bitch!
“Oh, Jesus, alright then! Just touching, we can say it’s a lesson!”
He pushed the duvet down and unveiled his cock. It was soft and just laying in his hair. It was uncut and not massive. It wasn’t one of those twelve inch cocks you read about, it was just a normal cock.
“Daddy, what’s that?” I was pointing at his ball-sack.
“Those are my testicles, my balls. That’s where the special stuff is for helping make babies.”
I prodded his willy again and it didn’t seem to move but something was happening. You know when you see a caterpillar walking? I can clearly remember seeing his cock doing something like it. It looked like it was getting longer.
“I think we should stop now, Becs, don’t you?” His voice sounded different, like he was scared?
“No, Daddy, it’s doing something. I want to see.” I touched it again and this time it definitely moved, it was getting longer and then it suddenly moved round and was resting on his tummy! Oh my! “Daddy! It’s got bigger! Look, Daddy! It’s really big now!”
“We have to stop. Please, no more, honey. Seriously!” He went for the duvet but I put my foot on it and giggled.
“No, Daddy, I want to see what it does. It’s got something coming out of it. Is that the stuff for making babies?” It was precum, I know that now. But this was the first time I had ever seen a penis. I looked at Daddy and he had his eyes scrunched shut. He wasn’t smiling or anything, he looked sort of scared. I touched the precum and my finger came away sticky. It was only a tiny amount, for some reason I touched it to the tip of my tongue. It didn’t really taste of anything, probably because there was so little of it.
“No, Becs, that’s not the stuff I was talking about. We have to stop, now.” He went for the duvet again and I stopped him again.
“I want to see it, Daddy. You have to show me now! It’s unfair if you don’t let me see it.”
“No, Becs and that’s final. This stops now. Get up and get dressed. We have to stop. It’s not right.”
I jumped off the bed. I didn’t like when he got angry with me. For the next week, we barely spoke. I didn’t want to talk to him and every time he tried to say something I ignored him or stuck to the bare minimum.
Friday night came and he said I needed my hair washing. I obediently followed him to the shower, but he didn’t undress. He stood to one side and helped me undress and I stepped under the water. I was still upset with him. He was upset with me. He didn’t want to shower with me and I didn’t understand. He washed me in silence. While he was drying me, he finally spoke.
“Rebecca, this has to stop. I don’t like you being angry with me. I don’t like being upset with you. It must stop. OK?”
“Yes, Daddy. Ok.” I went and put my giant t-shirt on ready for bed and we went downstairs. When I got there, he was already there and he just had a bathrobe on. He hadn’t showered or anything, which was weird.
“Right, come sit down. I am going to show you the special stuff. Hopefully you’ll stop being so miserable. This is a big thing for me. We shouldn’t even be doing it, but if I get my little princess back… well, yes.” He patted the sofa, next to him and I bounced over and sat down. He undid his robe and said, “Well, touch it again and make it bigger like you did before.”
I touched him and he was already half-hard. In a second it was resting on his tummy again. He grasped it with one hand and began stroking it. I knew we were going somewhere I had never been before, now. There was more stuff on the end of his cock and I watched, mesmerized as his foreskin slipped back and forth over his glans.
“Daddy? Can I do that? Like you’re doing? Please?”
“Will it make you happier?”
“Yes, Daddy. I want to do it for you. Will the special stuff come?”
His voice was weird again, “Yes, Becs, it will. Soon.”
I wrapped my hand round his cock and started trying to do what he had been doing, working it up and down. I looked at his face and he had his eyes shut again. It was warm in my grip and where the precum was running onto my fingers it was getting slippery. I gripped tighter and carried on and in a few seconds loads of his cum shot out like a fountain! Oh my fuck, there was loads of it and it was cascading over my fingers and Daddy was making funny little noises!
“Daddy! Is that the special stuff? Is that the sperms? Shall I put it in my vagina now?”
“Yes. No. Yes it is, no” Don’t do that! Don’t put it in your pus… vagina. No, sweetie, you mustn’t.”
“It smells funny. Is it ok? Did I do it properly? Was it right?”
“Oh Becs, yes, you did. You did it right. Oh god yes. You lovely little princess. that was very good.”

That was the first time I jacked off my Daddy. It was amazing to see and do.
I am thirty now. Daddy died of cancer five years ago. I miss him dreadfully. If your comments are kind, i will write more about us.

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