I knew my precocious, 18-year-old daughter was stealing from me. But I wanted to catch her in the act before punishing her. Here, honey, here are those diamond-studded earrings you’ve always wanted. Now put them on and… What’s that? You feel funny?
I can’t fathom why…
"Daddy," I whined, trying to put on those innocent puppy eyes.
"Melanie, you know the rules."
My eyes fell onto his crotch area. I saw a slight-- no a nice bump from his thick cock. Damn, daddy must've been packing. And I had such a nice view from the floor.
"Sorry, Daddy. I was just-- Looking for money for our fundraiser at school."
Thank you valid excuse.
"All right, then get out of that closet. You should've found enough by now."
I was off the hook? Yes! It worked. I slid out from the closet, my hands gripped around messy crumpled cash.
"Thank you, Daddy!" I said, hugging him.
I had to admit, it felt good to press myself up against his strong chest.
I got past daddy and sprinted to the door before he could say anything else. I didn't want the one two punch from him. As in, it seems like you're off the hook, but then something happens and you are grounded for like the rest of your life.
"Melanie, wait," dad said, turning around and digging in his pocket. I was sure this was it. The grounding I was bracing myself for. How could daddies be so mean? "I wanted to give these to you. I saw them while I was shopping and bought them for you."