Daddy Loves My Clothes Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Daddy Loves My Clothes Pt. 01

... view of the fabric covering my little mound.

Finally, he says, "Okay, perfect. Got it in the records here for the tally. Probably best I do the math soon and get these out of my phone, huh? I have a gallery full of my daughter's underwear."

I giggle and say, "Yeah, probably. Mom would probably think it's a little weird."

I walk into the closet and crack the door close to closed again. I strip out of the little thong and the top, now completely naked. What would Mom think if she saw those photos? How would he explain it to her?

I hear him laugh as he admits, "Yeah, she might, huh? Or, God forbid I accidentally post one to social media... 'Proud father posts half naked daughter.' I can imagine the headlines."

I giggle as I pull up the little bikini bottoms. They are a green and white checkered pattern, high waisted, and are very skimpy.

I add, "Hey, at least I look good. Maybe we would get famous. Like the Kardashians! Except without the... video."

The swimsuit is comparable to one of my thongs as the fabric hides between my cheeks. There are bows on the sides of my hips from where the strings have been tied together. I then pull over the matching bikini top, tying it on behind my back. I make a few adjustments and then walk over to the door.

"Okay, I'm ready. Have you done the tally on the others?"

I listen and hear him say, "looks like it's about... Jesus. About six hundred dollars. Your Mom is going to kill me for this."

I giggle behind the ...

... door and suggest, "Or, you could just keep it between us. I won't tell if you won't!"

He chuckles and asks, "Are you suggesting we lie again, young lady? You know I can't reward bad behavior."

His question brings me back to being bent over his lap. Him pulling up my skirt and exposing my warm cheeks, and my soft mound wrapped in the black silk fabric. There's a sick part of me that was curious about how that would have played out had he spanked me harder and shared the same lapse in familial instincts that I felt in the moment.

I then ask, "So... what do you guess? It's two colors, and one of those colors is white."

He thinks for a moment, likely surveying his mind for memories of me in a bikini. I then hear, "I think I'll go with... green?"

I open the door and let out another defeated breath as I show him he's correct. "Seriously, how did you know?!" As I walk over to him, I see he has a picture pulled up on his phone. It's a photo of me from last year in the same little bikini. Even from that photo, the progress made from my workouts shows in the way I have made this bikini shrink in all the best places.

I walk towards him and playfully punch his shoulder again as I say, "That's no fair! You cheated! Where did you even get that photo?!"

He laughs as he says, "Maybe it is cheating a little bit. I took it when we went to the beach last year. Remember? We all went to the beach, and then I had to watch men, old and young, gawk at my eighteen year old daughter? ...