Amanda’s Park Lesson

“Do we have to do this, Daddy?” Amanda asked as they walked the paved pathway through the park. Already she felt ogling eyes fixing on her body, barely covered by the tiny sundress Daddy had insisted she wear today. She liked dressing like a whore sometimes—plunging necklines, tight gym shorts to highlight her round ass—but that was on her own terms.

“You brought this on yourself,” her Daddy replied. He gripped her wrist gently as they walked abreast. She knew better by now than to force him to tighten his grasp.

“But it’s normal, Daddy!” She sounded exasperated.

“Normal for a girl to touch herself to dirty smut? Normal for her to gag herself with her own panties while reading about getting molested in the principal’s office for breaking the dress code?”

Amanda was silent. She felt her face flush. What if someone overheard her? What if one of the men or women leering at her bouncing tits heard her Daddy talk about how she played with her pussy thinking about being disciplined? She hated how the thought made her nipples harden.

“And worse,” Daddy continued, “you did it while I was home. You tried to keep it a secret from me. You can’t even keep yourself quiet.”

He shook his head as his hand moved from her wrist. Still walking side by side, his fingers traced with a tingling gentleness across her forearm, up to her exposed shoulder, and then down the side of her dress to her covered, flared hip. He gripped her there.

“Daddy,” she gasped. His fingers dug in tighter.

“You’re going to be a good girl today,” he said. She looked up at him, but he was still facing forward. “Learn to stay quiet if you can.”

She felt herself dripping into her panties. She hated that this made her wet.

When they neared a field Daddy liked, he took them off the path to a spot just under the shade of one of the park’s tall trees. He released her hip and set down the bag he carried. He unfurled a picnic blanket.

“Grab the corner,” he ordered. She complied and helped him set the blanket down unwrinkled. He sat and she sat down across from him, making sure to pull her sun dress down over her thighs as far as she could. From this spot, she could see an occasional person or two walking on the path, but they were far enough away that she couldn’t make out their facial expressions. Still, she felt exposed.

She looked back from the path when she felt her Daddy grab her sandaled foot. She watched him study the length of her leg as he caressed her toes, before removing the sandal from her foot. He did the same thing with the other and set them down just off the blanket. Her legs and feet tingled at his touch. She squirmed and looked back at the path. She saw a couple passing by, a man and a woman. The man gazed at her before walking out of sight.

Amanda felt her Daddy’s hands grabbed her waist. “D-Daddy?” She looked back at him just as he pulled her toward him.

“Not there,” he said. “Sit with me.” He lifted her slightly and turned her around so she was sitting just in front of him, right between his legs. Her dress rode up, exposing the bottom of her ass to the contact from his crotch. She pulled it down again, trying to cover her panty-covered pussy. Amanda knew she was soaked.

“We can’t sit like this.” No one was around, but someone could walk by at any time and see her. “What if someone sees?”

“Then they’ll see how lovely and affectionate you are with your Daddy. They’ll see that you want to be a good girl.”

She knew she didn’t have a choice. She tried to stop squirming. She didn’t want move her ass against him. Not like this. Not where any passerby would see her.

His hand grasped her bare thigh. “You’re so pretty, baby,” he said. She felt his breath on her ear, on her neck.

“D-Daddy,” she panted.

“Shh, honey,” he comforted her. His hand was caressing her exposed flesh, up and down her thigh. “This is part of being a good girl. If you want to stay quiet and hide what you’re doing, then do it. Clearly you need to learn. Daddy is just helping you be better.”

His hand moved upwards. To her upper thigh, to the hemline of her dress. She felt her face flush.

Then his hand passed around to her inner thigh. Amanda froze.

“You’re drenching your thighs,” he growled smugly. “You like this.” His fingers were now under her dress, just below where her panties covered her.

“No, Daddy, I—ugh!” She grunted as he tugged her hair, forcing her to look up at him.

“Don’t lie.” She felt him pressing her sodden panties into her, still not right on her pussy, but so close. “A horny slut who plays with her cunt thinking about being punished I can handle. But I will not tolerate a liar.” He squeezed her thigh. It hurt. But it was the sort of hurt she touched herself thinking about.

“You’re right, Daddy, I’m sorry,” she whined.