Ted Leonard - Discipline for daughter

Marsha's face flushed but not with embarrassment. Her bedroom mirror often told her exactly the same thing. To hear him saying it thrilled her and deep in her heart she loved to hear it. Since she didn't have any boyfriends to admire her, any male admiration was lovely to her.

Even so, she concealed her warmth and appreciation. "You shouldn't say things like that to me."

"I know, baby," her father agreed, looking pained about it. "I can't help it. Hell, you live right here with me. I see you in your nightie going to the bathroom. I see you at the breakfast table in your sexy little school clothes. And your body is so developed. You're so beautiful and luscious and exciting. Oh, I know a father shouldn't put it quite like that, but damn it, Marsha, you're an eyeful!"

A tremor of excitement rushed through Marsha's pussy and she swallowed hard. How she ached to hear a boy say things like this to her! How good it was to be admired, appreciated, even desired!

But she couldn't let her dad know what she was feeling in her tits and cunt. She looked at him sternly. "I wish you wouldn't talk that way."

He looked properly chastised. "I know, honey," he said contritely. "You're a good girl. I just want you to understand how it is with a man. Let me put it this way. I promise not to touch you ever again. That was rotten of me. You helped me so much last night. And today with you feels so good. But you are a sexy little thing. You must know that. You do, don't you?"

"Well – yes, I guess so."

"Of course you do. Men must whistle at you on the street. Boys must go crazy over you. I know you drive me nuts, that's for sure! But, all I'm saying is, wear your dress for me without undies so I can at least think about you naked. It would give me great pleasure just to know you have nothing on under the dress. That's all. And I won't talk about it again. I just wanted you to understand how it is between a man and a pretty girl like you. You can do that for me, can't you?"

"And you won't touch me?" Marsha tested.

"Right."

She mulled it over for a second, then got to her feet. "Okay," she said. "I guess that won't hurt anything."

"Good girl," her father encouraged her.

Marsha went into the bathroom and washed up. When she came out, her father went in. He showered and shaved and got into clean clothes. When he stepped into the living room, Marsha was ready.

She looked delicious in her short blue dress, so tight across her pointed tits. It pleased him to know she was absolutely naked underneath it.

Marsha averted his gaze and muttered, "Would you like me to fix you some breakfast?"

He smiled at her, glancing at her tits. "No. Let's go out and eat."

Right from the start, Marsha tested her father's sincerity. When she got into the car beside him, she deliberately leaned over so he could see the tops of her lovely tits. She wanted to see if he would break his promise and say something or touch her. He didn't.

It was hard for her to fully relax around him. She could feel her nipples press hard against the soft fabric of her tight dress and she was very conscious of being naked under it. When a breeze blew, she could feel it swish round her pussy and ass. She was always aware that her dress could flip up any minute and give her dad a look at her nakedness.

She didn't really relax with him until much later, after many tests of his sincerity. They went to the amusement park first and there she subtly and cleverly cock teased him, just to see what he would do. Getting on the Ferris wheel, she let him peek under her dress, knowing full well that he could see her naked, round ass before she sat down. During the ride, she glanced at him to see how he was taking it. He seemed normal and there was no bulge in his lap.

In the tunnel of love, she sat close to him in the darkness. Her heart raced slightly because this was a dangerous place to be with a man like her dad. He could easily take her into his arms and run a big finger right up her cunt. But he didn't. He didn't even touch her. When the light came at the end of the tunnel, he helped her out of the boat like a gentleman and Marsha felt happy.

Then she started to relax near him, realizing that he was keeping his word. He took her on lots of rides and she started feeling happy again. He bought her candy and soda and won some small prizes for her in the gaining booths. By two in the afternoon Marsha was smiling brightly and feeling delirious, giggling often.

After the park, they went to a matinee in town. Her father asked her what she'd like to go see and she picked a R-rated movie. In the theater he bought her popcorn and more soda. During the movie Marsha grew a little warm. For an R-rated movie, it sure was sexy!

Halfway through the picture, she dropped the empty popcorn box on the floor, along with the drained soda carton. She snuggled into her chair and watched the torrid scene on the screen as the beautiful actress exposed her luscious, creamy tits for a handsome man who had just entered, her apartment to rob it.

Marsha glanced at her father. His eyes were riveted to the screen. He looked totally absorbed in the movie, as if she weren't even there with him. She licked her lips and nibbled her lower one for a second. Then she leaned over and touched his shoulder.

Ralph bent his ear to her and she whispered, "You can put your arm around me, you know. There's nothing wrong with a father putting his arm around his daughter."

He slipped his arm across the back of her chair then onto her shoulders. Marsha leaned against him and fastened her eyes on the screen. She was profoundly aware of his hand against her upper arm. It felt warm. She sighed peacefully and watched the movie, proud of him. He kept his hand right there all the while, even though her rising and falling tit was right next to his fingers.

When they left the theater, Marsha was quite impressed with her father. He was like a different person. He was so kind and considerate, so gentle and caring. As they drove home she wondered if he knew how different he was sober.

She got lost in her thoughts during the ride. Gazing unseeingly out the window she realized that her father was a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. When he was drunk the beast came out in him. And what a beast! She trembled to recall how violently he had raped her, the way he had fucked her so brutally and the savagery of his lust.

She cupped her chin in her hand and wondered what it would be like to make love to him now when he was sober. She immediately hated herself for such a thought, but she couldn't suppress the slight thrill that passed through her pussy.

"Did you like the movie?" her father asked. His voice startled her and she blushed, as if he had caught her fingerfucking herself or something.

"Uhh, yes," she murmured.

He looked at her and smiled. "What are you thinking so hard about?"

"Nothing."

He gazed at her. Her face was turned away, so he let his eyes roam over her soft hair and thrusting tits and naked thighs. Her dress was high up on her pretty legs and it took every ounce of his resolve to keep from reaching out and petting the cute pussy he knew was just under the edge of her dress. He swallowed hard and forced his eyes back on the road.

Marsha felt a tension in her body which she didn't understand at first. Then she realized she was tense because they were nearing the house. Ernie would be at work. She would be alone with her father again. What would happen? Was he really repentant? Was he sincere? She worried about it.

But when they got home, her father stretched and yawned. "I'm beat, honey. Still hung over. I need some rest. I think I'll take a nap."

Marsha watched him move toward his room. "Okay," she murmured.

She stood in the living room for a long time without moving. She heard his bed creak, heard him turn a few times. He hadn't even gone after the many bottles he had stashed around the house. He really did go to bed. The tension began to leave her body.