It was a Monday evening, around 8 o'clock at night. Jason and Rosalie resided on the East Coast and a storm was coming in. They lived in a large, one story house, painted in a lovely light maroon, in an area suited to Rosalie's likes (a small area located off the coast of Rhode Island). It was also decorated to her liking, having a vintage, pastel feel to it-- as if it were still in the 1970's. Jason always treated her daughter like a princess, loving her so. Rosalie never acted as if she were spoiled and always wanted her father happy, knowing that he has already faced many hardships in life. They were an upper-middle class family, not having any problems financially, but emotionally.
Getting out of school for summer break recently, sixteen year-old Rosalie was laying in bed and reading one of her books. She also had a song playing on her record player. She heard some thunder coming from outside. She sat in the middle of her bed, facing the large window to her left and watched as the waves of the ocean would partially end up hitting their backyard and as the sky kept turning into a melancholy grey, with only thunder bolts lighting up the sky.
Her father, Jason, soon arrived home with some groceries from the local market. He slowly closed the door, but it still made a loud slamming noise with creaks, carrying and echoing across the house. Rosalie heard the door close, and slowly walked down into the kitchen and sat down on the kitchen counter.
Her father greeted her with a nice hello. She simply just waved.
He said, "Can't you say hello to your father?"
She sighed and said, "Hi, Daddy." She poked her father's cheek as he walked by.
He sat himself down next to her and then there was a quiet pause.
Breaking the silence, he asked her, "What have you been up to?"
"I've been reading a small book I got when I went down to the library last Saturday. I've also been listening to one of your records. I hope that's okay with you, Daddy."
"That's not a problem at all. Do you have any other plans over the summer?"
"Not really. I plan on going to the beach sometime soon, though."
"That sounds nice, dear."
He leaned in to lay a soft, sweet, but quick kiss on her extremely luscious and desirable lips. Before he could, she put her palm right in front of his puckered lips and shook her head.
He got up, stood right in front of her and looking sternly at her, just like any adult would do show authority to a younger being.
"Why am I bad, young lady?" He asked.
She could never take a serious stare, well, seriously. She giggled and looked at the floor, keeping him peered in her sight.
She said, "Well.." "Because, uhm.."
There was a short pause and it was shortly interrupted by him.
She held another short pause.
"Well, I didn't get my cookie."
She was awfully quite fond of cookies. The sugar cookie, to be exact.
He took a great big sigh of relief, having made her some sugar cookies the afternoon earlier. He walked over to the fridge and took out one of the largest cookies she's ever seen. He came back over and stood back where he was.
Handing it over to her, he softly smacked her butt and finally kissed her on the lips. He always loved her daughter and was protective of her, but he loved her on further level. He loved her absolutely stunning appearance. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, even far more beautiful than her mother. She also had nice assets: a round, firm ass that he found to always be exotic and her beautiful, large tits completed the package. They were so luscious and soft, he could see himself resting on them.
She softly screamed and looked at him innocently.
"Why'd you do that, Daddy?"
"You're a naughty girl, Rosalie. And that ass is just too spankable."
She gasped, also wondering what she did wrong.
"I'm sorry. I promise that I'll do better, Daddy."
He lifted her up and started carrying her up to his bedroom. She wrapped his arms around him, in precautions to not fall. She actually enjoyed the warmth and the feel of being in her father's arms. She felt rather comfortable. He sat her down on his bed.
"Maybe I like it when you're naughty."
He started to rub her thigh, getting closer and closer to her pussy, slipping his hand under her dress and touching her panties with the tip of his fingers.
She looked down at his hand and just stared at it.
"What are you doing, Daddy?"
She looked into his eyes shortly after she finished speaking.
He leaned over to get to an eye-to-eye level.
"Should I stop?"
He smiled at her.
"Well, I don't know. You're the boss, right, Daddy?"
He showed his authority again and said, "I guess I am."
He picked her up again and threw her onto the bed. He pinned her down and started to kiss her. She started kissing him, in hopes of doing the right thing. He noticed that she was still a bit confused. He then placed his hand on her cheek, caressing it.
"You're doing absolutely fine, now..." He said, pausing to finish his intentions.
He started lifting up her dress, soon after he took it off and threw it across the room. She looked a bit surprised, him knowing that it was one of her favorite dresses and that it was fairly new. He kissed her again on the lips and started kissing down her neck and then down to her chest. He then started biting and licking her nipples teasingly. She put her arms above her shoulders in a non-resistant fashion. He put his hands onto her palms and then strongly pushed on them, with the feeling of her hands and wrists being sunken into the mattress. She started to breathe heavily and then watched his every move.
"Relax, baby. Daddy loves you."
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