Chapter 1

Difficult is a mild word. A single dad looking after a young girl who has recently reached puberty is neigh on an horrendous task.

Maybe I should explain the circumstances. When I (Ben Walters) became a single dad I was an average looking, 33 year-old guy, who had a reasonable job. I had a 13 year-old daughter (Sara) who has her mother’s slender body, blonde hair and good looks, although Sara had yet to develop those feminine curves that looked so good on her mother.

My then wife (Alice) left us in the May and a month later the divorce papers arrived in the post. Fortunately my wife didn’t make a claim for half of everything and I strongly suspect, but couldn’t prove, that there was another, rich, man involved. I was also very pleased that she gave up all her parental rights so that poor Sara wouldn’t have to keep going from one parent to the other.

So, I was left to raise Sara all on my own. Fortunately my job allows me to work from home quite a lot, but I often have to drive to construction sites across the UK.

Life for Sara and I changed immediately but it affected Sara more than it did me, well, at least for me it was only (only - ha) the trauma of looking after a troublesome teenage girl. She started being very moody and would flip from one mood to another almost instantly. Sometimes she would just cry, sometimes she would throw tantrums, sometimes she would act like it was all my fault and other times she would become very clingy. Sara went from being a well balanced girl to a lazy, untidy, almost unbalanced girl who even had to be reminded to shower and clean her teeth.

The poor girl really missed her mother and couldn’t understand why she had left us, nor why she wouldn’t come and visit her. On top of that Sara’s best friend, Eleanor, had moved to another city and just to make things even worse, Sara was just starting puberty. The torment that she got from the other girls in her class for being such a later starter was also taking its toll. The poor girl was being treated like some sort of freak.

My ex had told me that she too didn’t start puberty until she was 13 and I wondered if the trauma of her mother leaving triggered the start of Sara’s puberty, but how should I know, I’m only a man.

My first major hurdle was when Sara started having her periods. We both knew what it was and at first I went out and bought some tampons and gave them to her. She told me that she knew what to do so I was happy to leave her to it. Unfortunately, after hearing 5 minutes of cursing, Sara shouted from the bathroom that she couldn’t get a tampon into her vagina and she asked me to show her how to do it.

Well, a 33 year-old man, a 13 year-old girl, a tight vagina and a tampon is not a combination that any normal guy would want to be in but I had to do something. Sara had taken her skirt and knickers off and was perched on the edge of the bath with her legs spread wide.

Amazingly, Sara wasn’t at all embarrassed, but I was.

“Get a grip Ben.” I said to myself, “you’re probably going to have a lot of problems similar to this.”

I picked up the package and was pleased to see some instructions printed on it. Giving Sara an unopened tampon I read the instructions whilst Sara followed them and between us she got the tampon in place. I then continued reading the information about frequency of replacing them and when to stop using them.

It was a relieved me that left the bathroom but it wasn’t over because Sara started getting period pains. That evening I spent a good hour on the internet researching a subject that I never imagined I would ever need to know much about.

The next couple of days was spent feeding Sara the maximum recommended dosage of Calpol and even adult pain relief...

Sara’s school work suffered and when she brought home a letter from the school I went there and explained the problem. Although the teachers understood there wasn’t much that they could do. The teacher did say one thing to me that at the time I thought nothing of, but later on I thought about it,

“What Sara needs is a good firm hand.” The woman teacher had said.

Did the teacher mean that I just had to be strict with Sara, not let her get away with anything, or was she suggesting that I should spank Sara when she was being naughty? If that was what the teacher meant she couldn’t have just told me to spank her when she was naughty because spanking, or even hitting a child has been illegal in the UK for years.

As I mentioned earlier, Sara was moody and when she was down and clingy she would come and sit on my lap and get me to cuddle her whilst she cuddled her favourite cuddly toy. The need to be cuddled wasn’t restricted to the daytime and I often woke in the middle of the night to Sara laying beside me with an arm and a leg over me. Fortunately I had started sleeping in just my boxers and Sara always wore just one of her nighties, all of which were old, too small for her and threadbare. In fact they had become slightly see-through.

Sara’s laziness, or ‘couldn’t care less’ attitude soon spread to her clothes and if she wasn’t going to school she frequently couldn’t be bothered to get dressed and would spend all the weekends wearing just a nightie.

I frequently saw sights that a father shouldn’t see, especially when I demanded that she let me have the nightie that she was wearing so that I could wash it. If that happened when she was in a bad mood she just took it off wherever she was and threw it at me leaving her standing there totally naked until she stormed off to her room.

Now those nights when that happened Sara would still come into my bed sometime during the night and it would be a totally naked Sara that was laying half on top of me when I woke up.

I tried to get Sara more involved in the running of the house. She done it before her mother left and she used to be keen to help but getting her back into the habit seemed to be impossible.

Sara’s fourteenth birthday was at the start of the July and I tried to bribe her back to normality by buying her 2 expensive things that she wanted and did actually need, a new laptop and a new phone. I had frequently heard her cursing at how slow her laptop was and I was surprised that she hadn’t thrown it out of the window. Although her old phone was a smart phone it was so old that it wouldn’t run some of the apps that she wanted to use.

The bribe lasted for a couple of days then it was back to unpleasant girl that she had become.

Then on the evening that the school summer break started I sat Sara down and gave her a long, stern talking to, explaining that her mother wasn’t coming back, that we were on our own and that we really did need to settle into a life of jointly surviving which meant sharing the household chores. At first Sara appeared to accept reality and she came and sat on my lap and cuddled up to me as we talked. We were having a really good, sensible conversation and when I explained to her that there would be days over the holidays that I would have to go to work.

“That’s okay daddy, I’ll be okay at home on my own.” Sara said.

“No can do Sara, I know that you are quite capable but you’re too young. If someone came to the house and discovered you on your own I would be in serious trouble with the law. Besides, you have to admit that your behaviour recently has been up and down hasn’t it?”

“I know daddy, it’s just that...”

“I know honey, you’re having a really rough time at the moment. It’s tough enough being a girl your age but your best friend moving away and your mother leaving us has only made things worse for you. Tell you what, let’s have a fresh start, starting right now, if you be good I’ll buy you a whole new wardrobe and we’ll go on holiday somewhere nice.”

“And if I’m naughty?”

“Then I will punish you.”

“How will you punish me daddy? Will you spank me like Eleanor’s dad spanks her?”

“What? No, that’s illegal.”

“It worked with Eleanor, she used to be a right bitch to everyone in the class and she even swore at one of the teachers but she’s real nice to everyone now.”

Whilst Sara was saying that I thought back to what that teacher had said to me. Maybe she was hinting that I should spank Sara if she was naughty. Without thinking about the consequences of me spanking my own now 14 year-old daughter I said,

“Okay I really don’t want to ever spank you but we’ll give that a try, see if it works with you Sara.”

“Okay daddy, I’ll do my best to be a good girl. Err daddy, I need a lot of new clothes, all the ones that I have are for a little girl. I’m growing into a young woman now and I want to wear clothes like the other girls in my class do. Oh, and I’ll need a new school uniform as well.”

“Hmm, very true, and you’ll need to to get some bras as well, you’re starting to sprout breasts young lady.”

“I don’t ever want to wear a bra, I tried one of Eleanor’s on. It hurt me and I just couldn’t see the point of it.”

“Okay,” I replied feeling happy that that was one problem that wasn’t going to happen soon. “Tell you what, we’ll ignore bras until you decide that you need one.”

“Good, can I have some new knickers as well please, some G-strings like the other girls at school wear.”

“Are you sure that the other girls wear G-strings you seems too young for those.”

“I’m 14 daddy, and yes, G-strings and thongs are very popular, some girls don’t even wear any knickers, and will you help me with a little problem please, well 2 little problems.”

“Sure honey, what problems?”

Sara got to her feet and took her school dress off leaving her wearing just her too small knickers in which I could see a little camel toe.

“Sara, what are you doing?” I said.

“Showing you my 2 problems. Daddy, you know that I’m growing up, changing into being a woman, well my nipples are hurting, can you rub some cream or something onto them please?”

“Err, I don’t think that I should be doing that Sara, can’t you do it yourself?”

“Why not daddy? You’ve rubbed my chest and put that smelly stuff on it when I had a bad cold and I often lay my bare chest on yours in your bed, what’s the difference?”

“As you just said Sara, you are becoming a young woman and men can’t just put their hands on a young woman’s bare breasts.”

“But you’re my father and you don’t count. PLEEEEEASE daddy, they really do hurt. Besides, you’ve got bigger boobs than I have.”

“Thanks for reminding me Sara.” I replied, thinking that I really must start going to the gym again.

“Pleeeeese daddy. Hang on a sec, I’ll go and get some cream.”

Sara ran off with her dress in her hand and seconds later she was back, minus the dress, and carrying a bottle of moisturiser. During those seconds I was desperately trying to think of reasons why I shouldn’t massage her tiny breasts.

Sara held out the bottle of moisturiser and I instinctively took it from her. Then she lay on the sofa lengthways on her back with her head on my lap.

“Right, I’m ready daddy.”

I looked down on her chest and saw 2 reasonable sized, dark nipples that looked hard, mounted on little, dark areolae which were on little lumps of flesh no bigger than half a walnut.

“Come on daddy, they’re hurting, what are you waiting for?”

Up until that second I didn’t know if I was going to do as asked or not but I found myself taking the cap off the bottle and squeezing some onto her tits.

“Ah, that’s cold.” Sara said as I put the cap back on the bottle and put it to one side.

Still not sure that I was doing what was best for her, or me, my right hand went to Sara’s tiny right tit and instantly discovered that the nipple was indeed quite hard. I slowly started massaging the lotion onto her tiny tit and Sara said,

“Oh daddy, ohh, that nice, don’t stop.”

I’d heard similar sounds from her mother in the past and I thought,

“Surely Sara can’t be getting aroused by this, she’s only a little girl, no that’s not possible, she’s too young.”

I got a similar response when I moved to her other excuse for a tit but by then I was getting less apprehensive. The poor girl was apparently in pain and I was doing something to alleviate it. Her slight moans must have been caused by the relief from the pain.

“Thank you daddy, I feel a lot better now.” Sara said as she was getting up after I had finished. Sara just stood in front of me looking at me.

“Now, where were we, oh yes, knickers,” I said, “are you sure that you want some G-strings, some girls say that they are uncomfortable.”

“Yes I do daddy. I heard some girls talking at school and they said that they really liked them, and look at these, they’re too small for me, it’s a struggle to put them on and take them off.”

With that Sara put her thumbs in the sides of her knickers and slowly eased them down to her knees.

“Look how difficult that was daddy.”

I looked alright, her near naked body was right in front of me. I could see the front of her slit with her clit protruding, and a few hairs sprouting above it. She was definitely growing up. It had been years since I had bathed her and her pussy was getting a little meaty flesh around it. I was surprised by the size of her clit, it was easily the size of the end one of her little fingers, way too bit to be covered by her hood and I thought that she was going to get a lot of pleasure from that when she gets older.

“And another thing daddy,” Sara said as I snapped out of the short trance that I’d been in, “can you buy me some tweezers please, I need to pluck out these horrible hairs.”

Sara’s right hand had gone to her pubes and was pulling on a couple of the hairs.

“Why would you want to remove those Sara, they’re a sign that you are growing into a woman.”

“They’re ugly daddy and all the other girls at school pluck theirs out or shave them off.”

I couldn’t argue with that and I knew that the next time I went to the supermarket I’d have to buy some tweezers, and some lady shaving items, no doubt that Sara would be wanting to shave her arm pits and legs soon. Just to emphasize that her knickers really were too small for her she pointed to the indentations around her waist and the top of her thighs and said,

“Look daddy, look at the marks that they leave on me.”

“Okay, okay, you’ve proved your point Sara, we’ll go into town on Saturday and get you some new clothes, including G-strings if that’s what you really want, but it’s on the condition that you start being a good girl all the time, and I WILL spank you if you start behaving like you have done way too often recently.

“I will daddy, I will.” Sara replied as she stepped out of her knickers and jumped on me, facing me with her knees spread and outside of my thighs.

Sara spent a couple of minutes kissing me all over my face then when I was able to I said,

“Okay, but the first time that you fall into your old ways you will be over my lap, dressed just like you are right now, and your cute little butt will get very red, understand Sara?”

“You’d spank me when I’m naked daddy? Both Eleanor’s and Ellie’s fathers makes them strip naked before they spank them.”

“Do they now, but I’m not interested in what Ellie’s nor Eleanor’s fathers do, I’ve decided that it will be your bare butt that gets spanked if you are naughty so you be good from now on okay Sara?”

“Yes daddy.”

“Now off you go to bed and don’t forget to clean your teeth.”

Sara jumped off me and ran towards the stairs. I looked down to the floor and saw her knickers still there. As I picked them up I couldn’t help noticing a little wet patch on the crotch.

“Maybe the threat of a spanking made her wet her knickers a little.” I thought as I took them to the washing machine and threw then in.

As I was doing that I thought about what Sara had said about those girls, Ellie and Eleanor, getting spanked. She’d already told me that her friend Eleanor had been spanked so that was 2 other girls Sara’s age that were getting spanked. Maybe a spanking was a good idea.

Sara was as good as gold the next couple of days and when I looked at her I realised that she was right, she did need some new clothes. She still wasn’t over all that changes that had happened to her because I still found her laying half on top of me when I woke up each morning, and each time I noticed that she was naked. When I asked her about her nighties she just said,

“I’ve decided that I don’t need to wear them any more.”

“So do you want some new ones Sara, or maybe some pyjamas?”

“No thanks, I don’t like things wrapped round my legs.”

“So you don’t want some new jeans then Sara?”

“Nope.”

That little exchange of words reminded me of my ex wife, she too didn’t like jeans, nor trousers or shorts, she was, and probably still is, a skirt and dress only woman and it was looking like her daughter would be the same.

The rest of the week went quite well although Sara did come down to breakfast each morning totally naked and on one evening she went to get ready for bed early then came back down to watch a movie with me, again totally naked.

“It’s just a phase she’s going through.” I thought, “best not to make a big deal of it and she’ll soon grow out of it.”

The Saturday morning arrived and Sara was excited to be getting new clothes. She came out of her room wearing a summer dress that was a few years old and was quite short on her. It was also quite threadbare and I could see 2 little tents in the front of it.

As we walked into the shopping centre Sara hung on to my arm and pressed it against her. I was wearing a polo shirt and I could feel the heat of her body on my arm.

We headed to the shop that we’d mainly bought her clothes from before but Sara refused to go in saying that she wanted to go to a proper teenage girl’s shop. We soon found a shop that targeted teenage girls and Sara was like a little kid in candy store as she pulled lots of clothes from the racks and said that she was going to try them all on. Any suggestions that I made were discarded as she told me that I was way too old to know what a girl her age wanted to wear.

That put me in my place but I did want her to be happy so I let it slide.

As we went to the changing rooms a young, female shop assistant pointed us to a bigger changing cubicle saying that it was for parents with children. I was about to tell the shop girl that Sara was old enough to manage on her own but Sara said,

“Come on daddy, mummy always used to come and help me.”

Then to the sales assistant Sara said,

“Mummy isn’t with us any more so daddy has to help me.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that sweetie, you take your time, there’s no rush.”

I really wasn’t looking forward to having to watch Sara try on all those clothes but I knew that I had to do it, so, in the much larger than average changing cubicle I watched as Sara hung up all the clothes that she was going to try on then started to unfasten the dress that she was wearing.

I got a little shock when the dress hit the floor and I saw that Sara was totally naked.

“No knickers Sara?” I asked.

“No daddy, I didn’t want any VPLs so I didn’t put any on.”

“What the hell do you know about VPLs Sara,” I thought, “you’re only 14.”

But I didn’t say anything. A little fashion parade soon followed with Sara trying something on, looking at herself in the mirror, asking me what I thought, then taking it off leaving her naked again before she started with the next item.

On and on it went and I couldn’t help notice that all the skirts and dresses were quite short on her, all nowhere near as long as her old skirts, but I didn’t say anything because she looked to be that happiest that I’d seen her for months.

What I did think though, was how shops could sell clothes that were so revealing to teenage girls. The skirts were so short and the some of the tops were slightly see-through. Half way through the fashion show I suggested,

“Don’t you think that you should get skirts that are a little longer and the tops a little less brief Sara?”

“Daddy, haven’t you noticed that all the girls my age are wearing clothes like these, but I guess that mine are a little shorter because I’m so skinny and I have to get the smaller sizes which means that the skirts are a little bit shorter on me. Mummy used to say that I had nice legs and that I should be proud to show them.”

“Well you do have nice legs Sara, in fact you are nice all over when you aren’t being naughty.”

At that moment Sara had just taken a dress off and was totally naked. She turned to face me and said,

“Thank you daddy, but I’ll be nicer when I get rid of these.”

With that she took a hold of a few of her pubic hairs and tugged on them a little then spread her legs, thrust her pelvis forward and said,

“Look, I’ve even got one growing back here.”

I couldn’t help myself and I looked at her slightly spread pussy. Two things crossed my mind, firstly that her pussy was showing the first signs of developing, and secondly, yes, I could just see a hair growing on her outer labia just near her vaginal entrance.

“You are going to get me some tweezers when we go to the supermarket tomorrow aren’t you daddy?”

“Yes I am Sara, and I guess that if all the other girls are wearing clothes like that then it’s okay for you to.”

“Thank you daddy.” Sara replied as she gave me a hug with her still naked body.

Okay, I usually woke up these days to find my naked daughter half laying on me, but this was different, we were in a shop, and I could hear other girls getting changed.

“Jeez,” I thought as Sara stepped into another skirt, “how my life has changed, 6 months ago you could never have even got me to go into a teenage girls clothes shop but here I am with a naked 14 year-old girl who is trying on clothes right in front of me. I hate my ex.”

Sara moved around considering the skirt for a few seconds, then as it slid down her legs she said,

“I have been good lately haven’t I daddy. I haven’t given you any reason to spank my bare little bottom have I?”

With that Sara turned her back to me, bent over and twerked her bare butt at me for a few seconds.

“Sara, where on earth did you learn how to do that. You shouldn’t be doing that at your age.”