I know not every girl has a Daddy like mine.

I’m such a lucky little girl. My Daddy’s been taking care of me since my mama ran away with another one of her boyfriends ten years ago.

Technically, he’s not my real Daddy. My mama met him when she was getting her oil changed. I was eight at the time, and we all lived together like a real family for almost an entire six months. It was the best six months of my life.

Then mama ran off and left me behind. Daddy tried to find my real father, but he was in prison and Daddy says that my grandparents are trash.

So for the past ten years it’s been just me and Daddy. Us against the world. Daddy didn’t even have any other girlfriends. He says he was too worried that other women wouldn’t understand that I’m the most important person in his life. He says they even might get bad ideas about how he loves me too much. He says that the police might come take me away if they hear any of these dumb ideas.

I’m so glad that Daddy always does whatever he has to do to make sure we can stay together. I don’t know what I’d do if the police came to take me away. Maybe I’d have to go live in a group home or something.

I don’t think they’d treat me like a princess in a group home. Not like Daddy does. Daddy says I’m his pretty princess and I deserve to be treated like one. He takes me to ballet lessons every day and buys me all the toys and pretty dresses I could want.

The other girls in my school are jealous. Daddy says that’s why they pick on me. They think that 18 is too old to wear pretty dresses and play with toys. They say that I look and act like a baby because I’m not allowed to date boys or go to parties.

Well, that and I’m tiny. I’m only five feet tall and my breasts are barely existent. I wear a bra every day, but I don’t need one. I don’t wear one under my leotard when I practice ballet. None of the professional dancers do.

My small frame might not make me very popular in school, but it certainly does help with my dance career. I want to be a prima ballerina one day and I practice every single afternoon. Daddy takes me to all my practices and watches from the sidelines. My teachers don’t like it, but he’s always there to cheer me on and correct my postures.

If I do well, he lets me sit on his lap to cuddle afterwards when we get home. I love sitting on my Daddy’s lap. My Daddy is big and strong, just like a Daddy should be. I love to wrap my arms around his neck and smell him. He smells like motor oil and sweat, since he works in a garage. He tells me what a pretty girl I am and how much he loves me.

I like to wiggle and squiggle on Daddy’s lap because it gives me a funny feeling in my tummy. Daddy says that’s very naughty, but he doesn’t make me stop. Sometimes he leans back and lets me wiggle and wiggle until I feel like I have to pee. He doesn’t always let me though. Only when I’ve been a very good girl.

Don’t tell Daddy, but lately I haven’t been very good. In fact, you could say that I’ve been pretty bad. You see, I’ve been having naughty dreams about Daddy.

It all started one night when I just couldn’t fall asleep. My legs were sore from dancing and I couldn’t find a comfortable position. I tossed and turned, but it was no use. I got up and padded over to Daddy’s room wearing nothing but my little cotton panties and a tank top. Sometimes, when I can’t sleep, Daddy let me crawl into bed with him.

I thought that Daddy would already be asleep since he had gone to bed at the same time I had, 10PM, but the light was on in his room. I could see it pouring out under his door, which was just slightly ajar.

I knew that it was wrong to spy on Daddy, but I just had to see what he was doing in there. Why was he still up so late? I crept along the wall and pushed the door open just a tad further so I could peek inside.

I could see Daddy sitting on his bed, leaning against the wall behind him. He wasn’t wearing his pajamas and I could see all of his big, strong muscles. He was covered in tattoos that he got before he met my mama. I could just make out the only one he got after we met, a heart that said my name in it, “Lotte.”

I was so proud of that tattoo because I knew that it was proof that Daddy would love me forever. I smiled at him from my spot behind the door, even though I knew he couldn’t see me there.

Daddy was watching TV. I had to adjust my position a little bit to see what he was looking at. When I finally found a good spot, I was in for a shock. Daddy was watching some very bad girls on his TV. These bad girls were dressed like ballerinas, but they definitely weren’t doing ballet. They were touching and licking each other’s private parts.

I knew that Daddy wouldn’t be very pleased with me if he knew that I was watching him, but I couldn’t stop. I was in for an even bigger shock.

Daddy started stroking his thing. He rubbed it and it kept getting bigger and bigger. I watched and he rubbed it slowly until it was finally all hard and about the size of my arm.

The longer I watched him, the stranger I felt. My little pink nipples hurt, and I could only relieve the pain by rubbing them between my fingers. It helped if I licked my fingers a little bit and got them wet, then rubbed. The more I rubbed, though, the more wet I got in my panties.

It was the strangest thing. I knew I hadn’t peed myself, but my panties were just a mess. I touched the outside of them and they were slippery. I put my finger in my mouth and it tasted good, kind of like a peach. My finger went back inside my panties and I felt my hot, wet slit. I knew I wasn’t supposed to touch myself there, but it felt so good.

Daddy rubbed and rubbed his thing harder and faster and I could hear him begin to moan softly. I hoped that he wasn’t sick. He looked like he was giving himself some kind of massage. The more he rubbed his thing, the more I wanted to touch myself. I was getting that same feeling I got when I wiggled on Daddy’s lap and I liked it.

Before I got to my favorite part, I was in for the biggest surprise of my life. Daddy was rubbing his thing had and fast, and suddenly he thrust his hips and moaned “Lotte!”

I froze stiff. Did he know I was spying on him? He didn’t look in my direction. Instead, some white stuff came out of his thing in several squirts. I didn’t move a muscle. I watched as he grabbed some tissues from his nightstand and cleaned up the mess he had just made.

He collapsed back onto his bed and turned the TV off. I scampered back to my room as quietly as possible so that he wouldn’t know I was out of bed.

Once I got back to my own room, it was even more impossible to sleep. I just kept thinking about Daddy rubbing his thing. I wanted to massage it for him. Actually, I wanted to sit on it and wiggle. Like we did after ballet, but with no clothes.

I knew what a bad girl I was being, but I couldn’t stop myself. I got Peanut Butter, my huge stuffed bear that Daddy won me at the carnival a few years ago, and laid him down on his back on my bed. Peanut Butter wasn’t as big as Daddy, but he was almost as big as me.

I straddled Peanut Butter and pretended that the bear was my Daddy and I was giving his thing a massage with my privates. I grinded and grinded, but it didn’t feel quite as good because Peanut Butter was too soft. I was making a big mess, though, smearing my wetness all over his fur.

You might think this is gross, but the smell of my messy slit was filling up my entire room. It didn’t smell bad; on the contrary, I thought it smelled nice. It was weird, though. I kept rubbing myself on Peanut Butter even though he wasn’t really doing the trick.

Then I got an idea. I switched positions so that I was straddling Peanut Butter’s face. I rubbed and rubbed and rubbed myself against his hard plastic nose until it hurt. It hurt, but in a good way. I rubbed and rubbed until I felt like I was about to pee, just like I felt when I sat on Daddy’s lap. I imagined his big strong arms around me, and I imagined him kissing me all over and telling me what a pretty girl I was.

Suddenly, I couldn’t help myself. I cried out “Oh Daddy,” and my entire body felt very, very hot and shaky. I hadn’t meant to make a sound, but I couldn’t stop it. It just felt so good. I rolled off Peanut Butter and laid down beside him, feeling very guilty.

Then I heard it. Daddy’s footsteps in the hall. me…”

“Baby?” he asked, opening my door all the way. “I heard you call

We looked one another in the eye. “Sorry, Daddy, I guess I just had a bad dream.”

He didn’t answer. Instead he looked around my room, then noticed Peanut Butter in my bed. I hoped that he hadn’t noticed the weird smell, but that would have been simply impossible. Maybe he wouldn’t know what it was. I was so embarrassed.

Daddy just looked at me and my bear, sighed, and nodded. “Okay Baby. Go back to sleep. Call me if you need anything.” He shut the door and left me alone, feeling like a very bad girl.

The next morning, he greeted me with a kiss when I came downstairs for breakfast before school. I could tell that something was on his mind.

“Sweetie,” he began. “I need to apologize to you.” “Daddy, that’s silly…”

“No, let me talk. You know I love you, right baby?”

I nodded, feeling scared of whatever he was about to say.

“You’re the most important person in the world to me,” he continued, looking very conflicted, “and I’m afraid that I haven’t raised you right.”

I shook my head no. This was crazy talk! He was the best Daddy in the world! I didn’t interrupt him again though.

“You’re 18 years old, honey. I treat you like a baby.”

Now I really didn’t know where he was going with this conversation.

I sat down on one of the stools at the kitchen counter and waited for him to continue. He looked nervous too. He kept starting to say something, then stopped. I worried the lace hem of my dress with my fingers and turned my gaze downwards while waiting for him to tell me what was going on.

“You see,” he explained, “you’ve turned into a beautiful young woman right before my eyes. Soon you’ll have men vying for your attention.” He took a deep breath. “I’m afraid that I haven’t prepared you. I haven’t taught you anything about what men want, or even about your own body.”

“Daddy, I don’t want any other men! I want to live with you forever!” I didn’t like this nonsense about men. I was never leaving my Daddy.

“Well, honey, Daddy’s a man too.” The look on Daddy’s face changed. He looked hungry. He was always handsome, but something about the expression he wore made my tummy have butterflies.

“Is there something that you want, Daddy?” I whispered, feeling the hairs on the back of my neck stand on edge.

“Yes, Baby,” he replied in a soft voice. “Daddy has been so busy taking care of you that he hasn’t really taken care of himself.”