Under the bleachers - Sex Stories

Under the bleachers

... was obviously unequipped to deal with them. "You expect me to believe all this Jamie," Bill said with a look of astonishment. "and even if I did how do you expect for me to deal with what happened today?" His little girl responded feebly, "I'll do whatever you tell me to, I know I was bad... but I'm not lying!" Bill wondered if she could really live up to her promise. "Even if what you're saying is all true... It is still your responsibility to control yourself Jamie. You are not a c***d anymore honey." "Maybe..." She was unsteady in her words, "maybe you could help me?" He thought about what she'd said for a minute, and knew that he wouldn't be too harsh on her in the end. Bill decided to skip some tongue lashing and a whole lot of back and forth arguing between he and his unruly teen. She'd asked him for help, though he wasn't sure of what kind. Jamie was finally looking at him more than down her fidgeting feet. For the past few minutes since she'd kicked off her shoes she had been wiggling her toes in the carpet and staring downward. Now she was looking remorsefully at Bill with her pretty brown eyes. She never thought that she'd end up here, involving and disappointing her father. So when he responded to her much more lovingly than she'd expected, she listened closely. "Here is what I'm going to do..." Bill said assertively. Jamie listened, wide-eyed. "Jamie I have got to ground you, I won't have any argument." He put his hand to his forehead and rubbed his temples as ...

... he said, "And not a word to your mother about this, I'd be in as much trouble as you if she found out.." Jamie knew she had lucked out, though her father wasn't done. "You are definitely not going to that concert this weekend." "Uhh," Jamie let out involuntarily, her mouth was open in frustration. "Oh you better believe it. If your mother asks you'll tell her it is because of the call she took last week about your clothing." Jamie nodded. "And that last thing, about your... feelings." Jamie's eyes widened. "Maybe you ought to think about, you know..." he was speaking quieter now, "taking care of yourself before school..." Jamie blushed and looked bashfully away with a smile. "...And if you get any more feelings like that, come to my office right away and we'll figure out a way to take care of you." Bill definitely didn't miss the grin that formed momentarily on Jamie's face just after his last words to her. He hadn't meant it that way, but looking at her in her adorable outfit and innocent posture, the smile provoked an inappropriate fantasy of working through Jamie's arousal in the privacy of his office. He decided to let it go. "Okay daddy, I promise." Jamie shrugged. He actually believed her; she sounded sincere. They looked at each other wordlessly for a moment, searching for something in the other's eyes. "Now go to your room, I'm still mad about all this, and your grounding starts now." Jamie scampered off to her room, but not before catching her father off guard with a ...