Daddy’s Naughty Little Lesson by Penny Snoak

CHAPTER EIGHT

Epilogue

A year later finds I’m back in Oxford, where I belong, and where she’s slowly being tailored to fit in.

I sit in a leather armchair in a private salon off the high street. Meghan is having her measurements taken for her fall wardrobe in the dressing room, a sensible suite of skirts, blouses, and cardigans against the autumnal chill. I’ve taken a position at the college here, and she spends her days happily at home, waiting for me to return. We are not father and daughter, but no one who sees us about our daily routine would know it.

“Daddy?”

Her voice hasn’t lost its American accent, but I’ve worn away the worst of the brashness, the tarnish of the colonies brought sharply to heel. The tone of it has grown higher, more girlish, and she steps lightly out of the dressing room, in a tweed skirt and pale blue blouse, both pinned to her measurements by the tailor who’ll be cutting them to her measurements.

“My darling,” I say, generous now with my affection and approval, as she’s come so far and flourished so brilliantly with my careful guidance and care. “How lovely you look.”

She beams, flushing prettily, as her hands clasp the front of her skirt, and she spins slowly on the spot, seeking further praise. “Do you like it?” she asks, coquettish.

“It’s perfection, my dear. Very suitable.”

“I do, too. I think—oh! Ah, ow!”

She’s pricked one of her fingers on the pins and cries out softly as blood beads on her fingertip, one hand clasping the other. There’s a brief tremble of her lower lip, and I rise to my feet, already pulling my handkerchief from my pocket.

“There now, sweet girl, do be careful.” I wrap the cloth around her finger and then wrap my hand around hers. “I hate to see you hurt.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she apologizes and leans against me as I give her a brief hug and a gentle kiss on the forehead.

“Never mind about it. Change back into your clothes, and we’ll go home. My friend Bertie has sent me a beautifully bound volume of Gower that I want to read to you.”

Unlike a year ago, when a coarse, objectionable little whore would’ve cringed at this prospect, who would’ve found it boring instead of beautiful, dull instead of deep. I’ve fixed that now, and my sweet little girl gasps with delight and pleasure and scampers back into the changing room.

I fold my handkerchief, still stained with her blood, back into my breast pocket. My hand pats it twice, lightly, where it’s been returned for safekeeping.

Thank you for reading Daddy’s Dirty Little Lesson. Sparks flew between Nigel and Meghan, but did you expect the story to end where it did? Do you think Meghan will be happy to live far from home, as Nigel’s Little Girl, or will she grow bored and tired of her new Daddy?

Meghan’s friend Bethany doesn’t understand this weird fetish. Older men don’t interest her, not even the hot new neighbor who just moved in. Max seems like he keeps to himself, but for some reason, Bethany still likes to watch him from her bedroom window as he works on the classic car parked in his driveway. To find out what she does about it, order the third book in the series “Possessive Daddies Little Series” by clicking HERE.

Daddy’s Naive Little Neighbour book description:

She’s the sweet, innocent girl next door. He’s the hot new neighbour looking for a fresh start.

- Bethany -

My parents are the worst.

I’m home from college for the summer, alone.

My best friend found a Daddy and he treats her like a princess.

I’m stuck here and I’m grounded.

The only interesting person is the hot new neighbour.

He’s old enough to be my father.

I wonder what he’d think if I wanted him to be my Daddy?

- Marshall -

I bought a house after my divorce.

I’m making a fresh start in a new city, but I don’t know anyone yet.T.

Not even at a University, where everyone involved is an adult.

The neighbours are nice enough, but I wasn’t interested until their daughter came home.

She’s young and beautiful and I’ve seen her watching me from her bedroom window.

Fucking the girl next door has always been a fantasy of mine.

Maybe when her parents go away from the weekend, we’ll find out if its her fantasy, too.

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