Daddy Thoughts: The Confession

Dad makes her wait while he finishes his work, slowly reading a stack of paperwork and making quick notes with his pen while she stands to one side of his desk in her school uniform, struggling to stay silent with her heart pounding in her chest.

She was a big girl now, 18 years old, but when he made her wait like this, it made her feel like a little girl again.

Every slow flick of his pen is like torture, drawing out the wait. By the time he finally sets it down on the papers and turns to face her, she's practically shaking with anticipation.

"Now," he says, calmly. "You wanted to speak with me?"

"Y-y-yes, Daddy," she stammers, fighting to hide her nervousness.

"You're not in trouble, dear," he says. "At least, not yet. What was it you wanted to talk to your dad about?"

"I've been having those thoughts again, Daddy."

He settles back in his chair and crosses his arms, one hand against his lips, contemplatively. "I see."

"I'm sorry, Daddy," she mutters, the flush rising on her cheeks. "I tried not to have them, but they just keep coming."

"You understand what you have to do now, don't you, dear?"

"Yes, Daddy."

He rolled his chair back away from the desk, leaving room for her to kneel down on the rug in front of him. She dropped to her knees and sat on the back of her heels, looking up at him with her arms behind her back the way he'd taught her.

"Now," her dad says, once she has settled. "You're going to tell me the thoughts you've been having."

"Yes, Daddy."

She swallowed, her throat dry. Starting was always the hardest part, but she had no choice.

"After school yesterday I was trying to do my homework, but I kept thinking about you coming into my room."

"That's not such a bad thought, dear. A dad checking on his daughter."

"That isn't what I was thinking about you doing, Dad."

"And what were you thinking about me doing, sweetie?"

Her cheeks feel even hotter now, the thumping in her chest getting stronger. "Bending me over my desk and fucking me, Dad."

"That was a very naughty thought, little girl."

"I know, Daddy. I'm so sorry."

He waves it away. "It's just a thought, dear."

"It's more than that, Dad. I... I... I got so squirmy thinking about it that I had to start touching myself. Right at my desk when I was supposed to be doing my homework."

"And how did you touch yourself?"

"Under my skirt and through my underwear."

"I see," he says, tapping his finger against his lips. "That's much more serious."

"I know it is, Daddy."

"Show me how you touched yourself," he says. "Right now."

Her cheeks are burning now, but she does as he says, reaching down, one hand pulling up her skirt, her other hand moving down between her legs, fingers sliding over her white cotton panties to find the wet spot she's been making in them while telling her dad about her dirty thoughts.

Slowly she starts rubbing herself through her underwear.

"That's how you touched yourself?" her dad asks, like he was asking her if she'd finished her chores.

"Yes, Daddy."

"Did it feel good?"

"It did, Daddy."

"And does it feel good now, too?"

"Yes, Dad."

And it does. It always feels good when she has to do this in front of him. Even better than when she does it alone in her room, though she would never admit that to anyone, except her father.

"Did you make yourself come, dear? Doing this to yourself yesterday?"

"I did."

"Thinking about your dad fucking you bent over your little desk?"

She hesitates for just a moment, afraid to say more.

"If you want to be forgiven for all of these filthy thoughts you're always having," her dad says, "you have to tell me everything. Understand?"

"Yes, Daddy. I understand."

"Then tell me what were you thinking about when you made yourself come."

"I thought about you grabbing me by the hair and dragging me to my bed and then holding me down while you made me take your big cock, Daddy."

"And is that all?"

She shakes her head. "No, Daddy. You called me terrible things while you did it."

"Like what, sweetie?"

"You called me a dirty little whore."

"Are you, dear?" he asked. "Are you a dirty little whore?"

"No, Daddy," she whimpers, rubbing herself faster. "I'm a good girl. I'm Daddy's good girl. It's just sometimes I have this dirty thoughts and they make me want to touch myself and it feels so good."

"Are you going to come right now thinking about those dirty thoughts you've been having?"

"Can I, Daddy? Can I come? Please?"

He thinks for a moment, finger tapping his lips again.

"Come for me," he says, simply.

She begins to grind her fingers on the wet spot in her panties, rubbing at her clit while he watches her, his eyes bright.

It isn't even a full minute before she whispers, "I'm going to come, Daddy."

"Then come," he says. "Come for Daddy like a good little whore."

She jerks on her knees and cries out, feeling her orgasm explode between her legs. She comes so much harder when her dad is watching her, when he makes her do it in front of him.

When it's over and the shuddering has past, she looks up at her dad in his chair.

"Thank you, Daddy," she whispers.

But he's already beginning to unbuckle his belt. "You're not finished, yet," he says.

Belt unbuckled, he unbuttons his pants and undoes his zipper, taking out his hard, thick cock. Her little pussy tingles at the sight of it, like it always does.

"If you really want to be absolved of your sins, dear," he says, "you know what you have to do."

"Yes, Daddy."

She rises up on her knees, leaning forward, her face over his lap, and lowers her mouth down onto his waiting cock.

Her dad moans as she wraps her lips around it and begins to slide her mouth up and down his shaft.

"That's right," her dad says. "Show me how eager you are to be forgiven. And you've been such a dirty girl thinking those filthy things and touching yourself."

She moans softly in agreement as she slides her lips all the way down his shaft, taking him as deep as she can, her fingers wandering back between her legs and slipping into her panties so she can rub her little pussy even more.

Daddy calls it her penance, but she has always thought of it as her reward for confessing all of her sins. Daddy making her suck his cock or bending her over his desk to spank her and then fuck her or even dragging her back to her room and tying her to bed and taking her with his big cock.

It feels to good to be a punishment and every time she thinks about her penances she has to touch herself, which only gives her something else to confess.

Her dad moans, cock twitching in her mouth, about to come.

She never feels like her sins are completely forgiven until Dad's cum is inside her. And it feels like tonight he has so much forgiveness to give her.

And soon she will be completely forgiven.

Until the next confession.