Kinda like it when you call me daddy

[grinded]

Doesn't everyone like to be pampered and spoiled? You could certainly understand the desire. How about receiving the benefits of experience and knowledge...through someone else, someone older than you and more distinguished? Be good, then, and you'll be rewarded. Be bad - well, remember: a punishment isn't off the table for someone with your youth.

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They're so young - yet so, so tempting. But you know what they say. The more forbidden the fruit, the sweeter the juice. They're absolutely off-limits. And wouldn't you love to taste them, no matter if you feel guilty or not? Look at yourself. Do you feel like a pervert? This person could be an outlier, or maybe you've always had a weakness, even if you didn't realize it before. At least you can take care of them like few others chasing after them could. You know exactly what they want and need.

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[palindrome]

[Sounds great! Would you like to start us off or shall I?]

[doubleimpact]

[ I'll let you do the honors. thanks in advance ]

[palindrome]

[Isn't it difficult with just the two of you? Don't you ever get lonely without a mother to talk to?

These are the kinds of questions Hannah has to deal with, always posed to her out of pity and good intentions by people when they find out her mother died when she was four years old. People who have no clue how, as far as Hannah can really remember, it's always been the two of them, Hannah and her father, together. Sure she has a few memories of her mother, and pictures, and videos, and the like, but she's always thought of her more as a concept, her father's ideal woman and wife. After twelve years he still hasn't remarried, hasn't even considered other women as far as Hannah knows. She would like to think she knows everything there is about her father, that he wouldn't keep secrets from her unless they're for her own good. In the very least, she knows how much she looks like her mother, and ever since she's been old enough to try, she's helped out around the house and tried to be there for her father in her mother's place.

Even at sixteen she's still very much daddy's little girl, and the other kids in her high school tease her for being so filial and proper. She almost never goes out with friends after school, preferring to come right home and get dinner started, so she can win one of her daddy's charming smiles when he comes home weary after a day of work to a home cooked meal and Hannah waiting for him. There are bad days too, of course, like any teenager has, but she can always count on her daddy to cuddle her in his arms when she's upset, and brush her tears away, and call her his little sweetheart, so she's always smiling and happy the next day.

Recently she's had a couple of bad days, most of them caused by the boys at school. It's obvious to anyone that Hannah is starting to blossom, and she's developing quickly into a voluptuous figure. It feels like her boobs get bigger every day, and when she smooths her skirt down over her hips while getting dressed in the morning, she's noticed more curve in her hips and her ass. It's embarrassing to be so well-endowed, especially when the boys tease and sometimes harass her at school. She's even gotten a few catcalls from older men when she's walking home in her short school uniform skirt. They confirm what she's always known about men - that none of them will ever be as kind and gentle as her daddy. Nor as handsome, but that's a thought she tries to push to the back of her mind when it surfaces.

Today she gets home at the usual time, but there's something off about her manner as she slowly prepares dinner. She spends the next hour fighting back tears, wondering how she'll be able to tell her daddy what happened after school, and if she can do it without getting too upset. She puts on her best smile when she hears his key in the door, though, and rushes from the kitchen to greet him, her eyes just a bit brighter with unshed tears.]

Welcome home, Daddy.