Daddy's Girl

It hadn\'t been easy bringing up my daughter single
handed after her mother died, though I never told Jackie
that her mother was leaving both of us when her car
crashed. I\'d been left with an eighteen month old baby
which forced me to give up my job, thankfully my wife\'s
life insurance money was enough to keep us if not in
style at least in decency.

My daughter had been a handful from the word go, by the
time she was five she had worked out how to get around
me most of the time. When she had started school I had
tried going back to work for a while, but I had spent
too much time away from people, all my energies having
been devoted to raising Jackie to the exclusion of all
else.

So I ended up at home again, I tried to get involved in
my daughter\'s school, but to my surprise I found myself
virtually rejected by the mother\'s that formed the
parents association despite all my efforts to help.
Despite this I made sure that I took an interest in my
daughter\'s schoolwork and her gay chatter about each
day\'s events. Gradually she grew up, her interests
turned to things other than dolls and I found myself
having to put my foot down on more than one occasion
where boys were concerned.

As for me I had no social life outside school functions
and events that I attended religiously, naturally as a
normal healthy male with normal healthy appetites this
was a great frustration and when the frustration grew
too much I would use the services of a prostitute. My
life had come to a virtual standstill since the death of
my wife and had remained that way while my daughter grew
up. Now here we were nearly seventeen years later,
Jackie had just turned a very beautiful eighteen while I
was thirty-seven and feeling every one of my years.

Across the room from me Jackie lounged on the couch, her
short dress riding up her legs as she smiled cheekily at
me, however, she had picked the wrong time to try her
cute little tricks with me. This latest trick of hers
was her most frustrating, she would wear skimpy clothes
that were designed to show off her body while she
wheedled me for something and she had a great body to
show off, but it was also a major source of frustration
and she knew it. It had been added to her arsenal of
tricks six months back and had fast become her favourite
method of \'persuading\' me to let her have her way and it
normally worked.

But on this day I was not in the mood for her tricks, I
was in a foul mood. Not that Jackie was to blame for it,
the whole day had contributed in one way or another, but
I suppose two things had really made my day for me,
first was being turned down for a job by being bluntly
told I was too old and second was receiving a phone call
from the woman I had been dating, the first woman I had
dated in nearly seventeen years, telling me that she
thought I was too boring and would not be seeing me
again.

These rejections on top of a number of small, niggly
frustrations had set me to drinking heavily throughout
the evening, which had made my mood even worse. Now my
daughter was trying to persuade me to let her go to a
party being given by a boy that the whole neighbourhood
knew was not only a drug dealer, but an addict as well.

\"C\'mon dad,\" Jackie wheedled in her best little girl
voice, \"I promise to be a good girl.\"

\"I said no and I mean no.\" I snapped.

I had to admit that it amazed me that at eighteen my
daughter still asked me for permission to go places,
even stranger was the fact that she generally acceded to
my decision. Mind you she generally managed to get me to
agree to what she wanted anyway so I suppose I shouldn\'t
be that surprised really, it was almost a game between
us. Only this time I had no time for her games, I felt
too frustrated both mentally and physically and was half
cut from the scotch I\'d drunk. In fact I was still
brooding on having been told that I was old and boring
and at that moment in time I felt like lashing out at
something, anything, to relief my frustration.

\"Is poor dadums in a bad mood then?\" she grinned
saucily.

\"You are not too old for a good spanking, young lady,\" I
replied sharply, \"and any more of your cheek you\'ll get
one.\"

\"Ooh daddy,\" she laughed, \"I\'m so fwightened.\"

It was too much for me, this, on top of everything else,
made something inside me snap and I pushed myself out of
my chair, crossed the room, pulled Jackie to her feet,
sat on the couch and pulled her down across my knee. As
she fell forward Jackie squealed then wriggled on my
legs, I was suddenly very aware of her young boobs
rubbing against my thigh then I raised her dress and
sucked in a sharp breath. The little minx was not
wearing panties; the globes of her bottom and the
pouting lips of her pussy lay open to my disbelieving
eyes as I raised my hand. Jackie was abruptly still
across my legs as I stared at her backside, my hand
hovering in mid-air as my anger melted away to be
replaced by something even worse, desire.