Her Shameful Confession

by Emily Tilton

  When she had asked for big girl time after her first spanking, Rick had known that he had at last found the little girl for whom he had searched for the last few years. The need shone through the tears in her eyes, and when he had stood her up in front of him, still between his legs, she had closed her eyes and put her arms up over her head, for her daddy to take her pretty blue dress off.

  Rick had taken the hem in his hands and swept the garment over her slim body, then laid it aside. Lindsay had stood, her arms still up, with her polka-dot panties just above her knees and her modest white halter top that looked so girlish that it made Rick’s cock give a little leap just to look at it.

  He hadn’t resisted the urge to keep his little girl’s charms fully at his disposal: Rick had reached for Lindsay’s wrists and gently placed her hands atop her head. Her lovely eyes snapped open and went wide.

  “What...?” she had asked, a crease appearing on her forehead.

  “Shh, pumpkin,” he had replied, knowing his smile had grown hungry and enjoying the way it made Lindsay’s eyes go even wider. “Daddy’s going to touch you now and make sure you’re completely ready for him.”

  Then, as his little girl watched him do the wicked thing, Rick had lifted his right hand from his denim-covered thigh, where he had placed it after arranging Lindsay’s arms as he wanted them. With his eyes fixed on her face, to see her bite her lip as his fingers moved slowly toward her little breasts, he had closed the distance between his skin and hers. She had trembled as he pulled up the bottom of the halter top so that he could see the shameful sight of her stiff pink nipples, jutting out at the older man who meant to put his hardness inside her so very soon.

  Then he had moved his fingers again, slowly but steadily. Lindsay had given a sharp, needy little cry when at last her daddy’s fingertips touched the nipple she couldn’t help offering him. Rick had placed her in this disciplinary position; he had chosen the arrangement of her limbs so that she must allow her daddy his naughtiest desires. Now he would explore her young body just as he pleased.

  She had swayed a little, and then Rick, rock hard at the sight of her lovely body demonstrating such need for his own, hadn’t been able to keep from progressing things more rapidly. He had steadied her in the way he knew would make his little girl need her daddy most: as he carefully took the tiny bud atop her left breast between his thumb and his middle finger and squeezed it very gently, he had reached his left hand around and down.

  Lindsay’s daddy had taken Lindsay’s bottom into his hand, and he had held it firmly, to remind her that he had just spanked her. Lindsay had cried out, and her hands had flown up, off her head, and onto Rick’s shoulders, as if she couldn’t bear not to touch the man who made her feel at last all the naughtiness and all the pleasure she had hoped sex might one day bring.

  “Shh, little Lindsay,” he had said. “Put those hands back where they belong.”

  “Little Linnie,” she had whispered, looking wide-eyed into his face.

  Rick had smiled. “Are you little Linnie when we play?”

  Lindsay’s brow had furrowed, and her lips had made a tight little line. Then she had given a quick nod, her cheeks pink with embarrassment.

  “Alright, little Linnie, you’d better put your hands back on your head if you don’t want Daddy to spank you again.”

  A tiny whimper had come from Lindsay’s throat as she hastened to obey. Rick had rewarded her as soon as she had reassumed the chosen position: with his left hand he had urged her thighs to open, and he had taken her whole pussy in his firm grasp from behind, his two middle fingertips seeking out her clit and spreading its wrinkly hood so that he could press gently on the tiny bud itself.

  “Oh, God...” Lindsay had whispered in an adorable high-pitched voice. “Daddy, please. Please.”

  “Please what?” Rick had asked, knowing how very important the question would be for little Linnie, even if she couldn’t ever answer it a way that truly captured everything for which she had asked in that essential syllable.

  She had closed her eyes again, then, as the blush in her cheeks intensified, the color seeming to come in waves, almost as if with his delicate caresses between her legs he could control the arousal that went all the way to her pretty face. She had gotten so very wet down there that he didn’t think he could keep himself from moving things along in a moment, as delicious as these little steps felt.

  “Big girl time,” she had squeaked. “Please, Daddy... I want to find out about big girl time.”

  He had looked his little girl up and down, his cock leaping at the sight of her breasts with the halter top pulled over them, where he had put it, and the view of her smooth, bare pussy with her polka-dot panties down at her knees, where he had left them when he spanked her for the first time.

  “Are you ready to see how hard your daddy is for you?” he had asked in a teasing tone, giving her a little squeeze on her nipple and down below between her legs. Lindsay had sobbed with pleasure at her daddy’s naughty touch, and nodded her head sharply, a deep crease appearing on her brow.

  “Kneel down, then, little Linnie. Daddy’s going to take his clothes off too, so we can be naked together.”

  The wickedness of the idea, of a little girl being naked with her daddy, had seemed to take Lindsay by surprise. She had given a little gasp, as Rick stood up and took her hands off her head so that she could steady herself as she obeyed him, kneeling at his feet as he had started to unbutton his white Oxford.

  He hadn’t believed how he wanted her then, or in how many ways—some of them lewd and some of them sweet and tender. Looking down at her pretty face, as she watched him undress, and seeing the apprehension in her eyes as he dropped the shirt on the bed and began to unbuckle his belt, he had felt the moment had something almost solemn about it. A little girl had been about to see how big and hard her daddy’s penis had gotten as he thought about putting it inside her private places and using her for his pleasure in that grown-up way.

  Rick had wanted to mark the moment with a new idea—a very special idea—for his little Linnie, so he had said. “Do you see this belt, pumpkin?”

  Lindsay had nodded, wide-eyed, looking up at him.

  “Do you know what a daddy does with his belt, when his little girl is very naughty?”

  Lindsay’s lips had parted, and her little breasts had heaved up and down. Her blue eyes still fixed on his, she had shaken her head though her face said, very clearly, that she did know exactly what Rick meant.

  He had pulled the broad, thick jeans belt from around his waist, doubled it, and rolled it around his fist the way he would when the time came, as he had felt quite sure it would, to whip little Linnie. Lindsay’s eyes had flicked from her daddy’s face down to his big hands and the belt she evidently found both fascinating and frightening.

  “Your good behavior is very important to your daddy, Linnie,” Rick had said. “You need to understand that Daddy will discipline you as he thinks best for you. Sometimes that’s probably going to mean I need to punish you more severely than a simple spanking can do. Sometimes, if you’re very naughty, you’re going to get the belt.”

  A tiny whine had come from Lindsay’s throat as Rick said those last three words, as if the three simple syllables in succession, none of them scary or arousing on their own, had when put together made her whole body respond. He had almost been able to read her thoughts, in her sweet blue eyes.

  Get the belt. Little Linnie will get the belt on her little bottom until she can’t sit down, if she does something very bad.

  “Why, Daddy?” she had whispered. “If I do what?”

  But Rick had wanted her to think about him whipping her bare bottom for a while without her knowing exactly why he might do it. He had seen that the idea had taken an instant hold of her, had aroused her so much that the best course of action lay in letting her think of herself as simply subject to his belt, whenever he decided she should bend over and receive it across her pretty young backside.


  “Hush, now, little Linnie,” he had said, putting the belt on his bed and then starting to unbutton his fly as he spoke. “Daddy will tell you later about his rules, Right now, he wants to have big girl time with you.”

  Lindsay’s eyes, still very wide, had descended again, so that when her daddy dropped his jeans and briefs with a single downward motion of his hands she saw his hard cock spring up right in front of her face. He had taken the long shaft in his hand and pumped it gently to show little Linnie how stiff the sight of her breasts and pussy, with her halter top up and her panties down, had gotten her daddy’s big penis. Rick had watched thoughts of embarrassment and desire flit across her face in quick succession, and then, with a deep crease in her brow, she had looked up expectantly, and said, “What is it, Daddy?”

  Chapter Five

  In the airport’s cellphone lot, waiting for Rick to text that his plane had landed, Lindsay couldn’t stop thinking about her panties. Before he had left for his trip, Rick had specified that his little girl should wear very grown-up underwear to meet him at the airport. He liked to have little Linnie see what it felt like to wear lacy thongs for her daddy.

  Before she had met Rick, Lindsay had worn real lingerie once or twice on dates that she thought might go somewhere. One of them had in fact progressed all the way to sex, and she had gotten to show the guy that she was wearing a matching red lace bra and panties, but he hadn’t seemed to care very much, and the underwear had come off in the usual way, with Lindsay herself removing it to get into bed with him.

  Lingerie hadn’t seemed like a big deal, really, until she had seen it from the perspective of little Linnie and her daddy. When Rick had given her her first lacy white bralette-and-panty set, she had turned crimson, because little girls weren’t supposed to wear that kind of thing, were they?

  She had looked up at him, where he stood over her at his dinner table, the third night after he had spanked her and had sex with her for the first time. Her eyes had gone wide, and her face felt very hot. The box with the lingerie sat on the table where he had put it next to her dish of vanilla ice cream.

  “Daddy would like to do something very special with you tonight, little Linnie,” he had said with a grave smile on his face. “Something very grown up.”

  Part of her had known immediately what Rick meant. The whiteness of the bra and the panties had almost given it away, the moment she opened them. She had told him, the morning after their first night, about the thing she had never done.

  “What, Daddy?” she had asked, though, pretending innocence.

  “I think you should get into your new lingerie and then we can talk about it. Go on into my bedroom and get ready for me. Nothing but the bra and the panties.”

  The panties were a thong, and the thong had a bow on the back, right over the place where the strip of fabric that went between her bottom-cheeks joined the waistband. The sight of the bow had made Lindsay swallow very hard.

  When Rick had come into the bedroom, he had found her standing by the bed in the lingerie, and in his smile she had seen him remember—just as she did—the moment three nights before when she had earned a spanking for not following very similar instructions.

  “Turn around and bend over the bed, pumpkin,” her daddy had said softly. “Hands flat on the comforter.”

  Lindsay had bitten her lip. “Are you goin’ to spank me, Daddy?” she had asked, sure of the answer but wanting to ease herself back into playing with her wonderful boyfriend. She still hadn’t gotten used to spending the day as an adult and the night as a little girl.

  “No, little Linnie,” Rick had said, standing exactly where he had stood that very first night, when he had come in to find Lindsay—not yet, really, his little girl—still in her clothes. “No spanking tonight, unless you disobey me.”

  Lindsay felt her nose wrinkling, going up and down, as she thought about it. She found herself shifting her weight from foot to foot, too, like a little girl whose uncertainty expressed itself through restless bodily motion. She knew—she knew she knew—what her daddy wanted to do with his little Linnie tonight. To his little Linnie.

  In his little Linnie. In her... her most private, her naughtiest place. That had to be why the thong had the bow there, why it was made of white lace.

  In her little bottom. Daddy wanted to put his big, hard thing in her tiny bottom-hole. He had dressed her pussy and her bottom in grown-up panties because it was such a grown-up thing, for a little girl to have to take her daddy’s penis there. Men liked to do it, Lindsay knew, because a girl’s bottom felt very tight on their thrusting cocks, and maybe just because it seemed so very naughty, even for a grown-up young woman, to have to have a penis in her narrow ring.

  Lindsay—real, adult Lindsay—had thought about it sometimes, though she had never thought about talking it over with any previous boyfriend. She had thought maybe she might like to try it, with the right guy. Now her daddy, who had made it clear he would make the decisions in the bedroom, had decided that Lindsay would receive his cock in her virgin anus, the white thong around her knees, or even with the strip between her bottom-cheeks simply pulled aside while Rick’s massive sex enjoyed a tight ride in a young backside.

  It had made her breath come in little pants, her chest heaving as she looked at her kind daddy, his smile now a very hungry one.

  “You’re not going to disobey me, pumpkin, are you?” he had asked quietly, his eyebrows going up.

  “Daddy...” she had said, looking into his eyes, but then she had had to look down at his loafers. “I’m a little scared.” She had looked up again. “You wouldn’t give me the belt, would you?”

  The left corner of his mouth had quirked up. “No, Linnie. I told you what I would give you the belt for, didn’t I?”

  Lindsay had nodded slowly.

  “Is this it?”

  She had shaken her head even more slowly.

  “What did I say I would whip you for doing?”

  Lindsay had chewed on her lip for a moment, and then said, “For being very naughty.”

  “Or?” Rick had asked, one eyebrow going up.

  Her voice had come out in a whisper. “For playin’ with my little pussy.”

  Rick’s eyebrows had risen. “For doing it without permission,” he had said. “Have you done that since we talked about it?”

  Lindsay had shaken her head very rapidly at that.

  “Well, then,” her daddy had said, “you’re not going to get the belt tonight, are you?”

  No, she hadn’t gotten it that night, Lindsay thought to herself there in the car in the cellphone lot. But tonight, if she confessed, would be a different matter, wouldn’t it?

  She looked down at her red skirt, and thought of the panties underneath—the very same thong Rick had given her that night, and made her change into. The very same thong he had pulled aside, when the time had come, and Lindsay had obeyed him, and turned around.

  Her right hand crept downward across her lap, under the steering wheel of Rick’s gleaming Tesla, which little Linnie, very grown up, got to drive when her daddy went away on business. Her fingers tugged on the scarlet fabric. She wanted to see those panties—just to see them. A wealthy older daddy who let his little girl drive his shiny car, who dressed his little girl’s pussy in white lace for his pleasure, when he meant to teach her a difficult lesson in her young bottom... Lindsay had a daddy like that.

  He knew how to deal with misbehavior, and he made clear rules for little Linnie when he went away. He told his little girl what would happen if she broke the rules. He showed her the thick belt he would whip her bare bottom with, if she touched herself down there.

  The fingers pulled the skirt up, but Lindsay had to squirm her bottom around, in order to raise the red fabric high enough that she could get a glimpse of the naughty white lace over her naughty, thrillingly bare pussy. One fingertip traced the slight roughness of the lovely mesh, with the tiny dotted flowers. Lindsay wanted to see the bow, in back, suddenly—the bow
her daddy had seen, but of course little Linnie hadn’t seen, when she had turned around and bent over his bed. The bow he had touched with his forefinger, before he ran the forefinger under the thin strap of fabric that plunged down between Lindsay’s bottom-cheeks.

  Really, little Linnie shouldn’t ever see that bow, should she? That bow was for Daddy, so that Daddy knew his little girl’s bottom belonged to him, and he could enjoy it whenever he liked. Lindsay bit her lip, there in the car, and heard a little whine come from her throat, as the finger became terribly naughty. It ran under the lacy front of the thong. It touched the place where Lindsay needed it so terribly.

  She couldn’t... not here in the parking lot. She couldn’t.

  Lindsay’s head swiveled around. She had parked in a section of the lot where there weren’t any other cars, because...

  Had she known she might need to be naughty, again? For the third time today even though she had never, ever done it at all before?

  She didn’t see anyone, and that caused the finger to rub a little, then to go down further. Lindsay told herself that was just to see if she had gotten wet. She wasn’t really playing with herself yet, was she? Not really.

  Not that it mattered, though, really. Of course she already had two other times to confess about.

  If she decided to confess.

  She had gotten herself very wet. Little Linnie’s pussy had so much of the naughty, glide-y, special lubrication that got her ready for big girl time with Daddy inside that she started to worry she might get some on her skirt, or even on the car seat. She had gotten so warm and wet inside her pretty shaved lips that she couldn’t do anything except spread some of her neediness upward, onto the place where it made her whimper, deep in her throat, when she rubbed there.