Daughter Training Ch. 02

"Sorry, I gotta go, my dad's home."

Isabelle's words rattled around in Katie's head all night. It was a simple statement but there was a lot of meaning behind those words. No explanation was given, not that Katie expected one by now. She was the youngest in her group of friends, and over the last year, the other girls began acting strangely. Each of them changed their behavior not long after their 18th birthdays. Every one of them disappeared on their actual birthday for about a week, delaying any celebrations. They weren't in school, they weren't online, they didn't answer texts or calls. They simply ignored the world for a time, then came back happier than ever and usually dressing differently.

Every time she asked another girl about what why they were acting different, her friend would only talk about how they are a lot closer with their fathers than before. Sometimes she would hear about "practice" or "training", but she'd never get a straight answer about what any of that was. "Your daddy will take care of everything," they said. "Listen to your daddy and everything will be wonderful." What did that mean? Why did they smile so much now?

Katie had to know more about what would happen on her birthday so she texted her friend Emily, but after several minutes of no reply she called her up. Right before it went to voice mail Emily picked up with a muffled "mmph", followed by a "Hello?" which sounded like the person talking wasn't closing her mouth.

It was apparent from the sounds Emily was making that Katie interrupted her while she was eating. She said her dad got her a big lollipop, and she didn't want to put it down because it might get ruined. Nevertheless, Katie thought, there's no reason to lick and suck and smack your lips that loudly while eating anything. Emily was even interrupting herself, shoving the candy in her mouth mid-sentence! A few times it even sounded like she gagged.

"Take it easy, it's just candy, don't choke on it," Katie said.

"But it's so delicious and I can't get enough of it," Emily said between licks.

"I never knew you liked suckers that much."

Emily only replied with a muffled laugh. Katie asked her questions but the conversation continued much like the previous talks with her friends, with the exception of being interrupted repeatedly by the noise of licking, sucking, slurping, and gagging. "That candy sure lasts a long time even with all that munching," Katie thought, "it must be a big one."

Katie would have been offended by her friend's behavior if she hadn't already noticed so much strange behavior from everyone else. SOverall the conversation lead to no new knowledge and Katie couldn't understand roughly half the words her friend spoke, asking her to repeat herself several times. The conversation ended like the others, though, with "Listen to your daddy and everything will be wonderful!" At least she thought that's what she thought Emily said, with her mouth full of a big lollipop.

So many emotions ran through Katie. She was envious of her friends but nervous about the change that was coming. She sensed that in the morning, something would be different and her life would be more like her friends'. They were keeping something back but had trouble concealing their excitement. Katie knew her friends wouldn't hurt her, or let something bad happen to her, so she knew she would be fine. She also knew that whatever it was, it would involve her Daddy, so it really must not be bad.

There were other things she wondered about, too. There was a church located inside their community that everyone attended. The pastor had been living there with his family for many years (and he had a really big family). There were two sections for seating in the sanctuary, the ground floor, and the balcony. She was never allowed up onto the balcony because she was too young. She frequently looked up there, wishing she could see everything from up high and could see the happy family members listening to the sermons on family love as daughters sat on their fathers' laps, sometimes facing the wrong direction. Her friends started sitting up there with their fathers after each of their birthdays, and she knew she would start doing it too.

Last week Katie was bored while listening to the pastor drone on about family togetherness for the millionth time when she looked back and up and saw her friend Kristen sitting on her daddy's lap just like all the other daddies and daughters sitting in the front balcony row. From down below, she could see no more Niğde Escort than the upper half or so of anybody sitting on the balcony. Soon Kristen leaned over, firmly gripping the railing with a look of intense concentration; she must have been very interested in the sermon. When Katie looked back a minute later, Kristen had turned around, hugging her father. Katie gave her attention again to the sermon for a couple more minutes before looking back and noticing that her friend was missing. Glancing around the balcony, Katie saw the other families enjoy the sermon together, but didn't see her friend. She was just about to give up when Kristen got up from the floor. "She must have dropped something important and took a while find it," Katie thought. Just then, Katie wiped her mouth and licked her fingers for some reason, which seemed really weird, and sat right back down on her dad's lap.

Katie loved her daddy with all her heart. Her father told her that any boy she wants to date has to be brought home for him to see before she is allowed to date him or especially spend any time alone with him. She had a feeling that no boy would ever meet his standards, so she never even tried. She knew this because her daddy would be even more selective than she was, and she already hadn't met a single boy that measured up. As the years went by, she realized she was comparing them all against her father, and thus didn't stand a chance. Mom had been gone years ago and it was daddy who loved her and raised her and Katie appreciated everything her daddy did for her.

Not that the boys didn't try to get her. Her blonde hair framed her face with stunning blue eyes, which her dad always complimented her on, encouraging her to wear skirts that match them.

Before going to bed her father hugged her close and whispered to her, "I love you, Katie."

She closed her eyes as her soul lifted and all her worries lifted away as she replied, "I love you too, dad."

"Call me daddy instead from now on, I like that more."

"OK daddy," Katie replied, realizing she liked it better as well.

Katie's father moved his hands up under his daughter's shirt to cup her breasts, which more than filled each of his hands.

"Very good. No bras at night, they just get in the way."

Tim's faced changed to a more stern expression as he started to outline his plan for his daughter, "These pajama bottoms won't do, however, they are even worse than a bra. Stop using them. And let's take a look at your panties." He started pulling on his daughter's pajama bottoms, and Katie found herself instantly raising her ass to make it easier.

Katie saw her daddy's expression change to look like he was almost insulted. "What are these? Take those off too. In fact, throw them in the bag. We'll get you all new clothes today. You're my beautiful angel, and you'll dress up how I say you will."

Katie looked at her father.

"What are you waiting for? Obey your father."

There was a spreading wet spot on Katie's panties and it was already strange and sexy to see her father see that. As she stood up and pulled her panties down a string of her cream stretched and connected from her panties to her pussy until it snapped after it was drawn out too far.

"And that!"

Katie immediately knew her father saw blonde hair where it shouldn't be.

"Too much hair. Your pussy needs to be bald. I see you shave it already but you need to do it more often. Always remember, don't cut the hair on your head too short, but make your pussy nice and smooth."

"But it's only stubble, I shaved it not too long ago."

"Did you shave for a boy?" Tim asked, worryingly.

"No Daddy, it was just to see what it was like. It's nice to be bare around my vagina."

Tim looked relieved. "Good girl. Shave it regularly to keep it nice and smooth. And don't call it a vagina, use other names for it, like pussy."

"Yes, Daddy." Katie stepped out of her panties, walked over to the trash bag, bent over and placed them inside. As she bent over her shirt uncovered her ass and she found herself posing herself just right so that her daddy could see her pussy.

"Good girl. Now come back to bed. Daddy has been waiting a long time for this day and I'm very backed up." With that, Daddy's jeans fell to the floor, leaving a big, pointy lump pushing against his boxers.

Tim guided his daughter to lie down as Katie's pussy leaked. She knew what was going to happen.

"Do you know what's going Niğde Escort Bayan to happen, Katie?"

"I'm not sure, Daddy. Something fun?"

Tim smiled, "Yes, my love, the most fun thing of all. I'm going to breed you."

The bluntness of that statement almost took Katie's breath away. She had always wanted brothers and sisters, and her father had always told her she would have them someday, but he never remarried.

"The reverend keeps his daughter BP