Alex walked into his bedroom and saw Lexi sitting on the floor, a worried look on her face.

He put a stern look on his face and said, “Alexandra: what are you doing in my bedroom again? And,” he added, looking closely at her legs, “are those your mother’s stockings?”

“Oh, Papa, Daddy, I’m so sorry,” she replied, sounding pitiful. “I was just looking for a shirt Momma used to have, and I was looking through her drawers and I found these, and I just had to put them on ... and...” Her words ran together until she ran down.

“And what, young lady?”

“Oh, Papa, Daddy, when I put them on, they felt soo good and comfortable, and they made me feel so sexy. I felt like I was getting wet, so I sat down to feel myself, and I was getting so wet, and when I sat down, I touched myself and I started drooling some more and it was overflowing my little cunny, and it started to drip down, and it tickled my butt-hole, and I touched it, and I almost came. Oh, Papa, Daddy, what am I going to do?”

Alex turned away from her and heard her sob. “Get up,” he snarled, not looking at her. “Get up and stand over by the bed.” He heard her scramble up from the floor and heard the clump of the shoes she wore as she quickly did as he’d ordered. He opened another drawer of his wife’s dresser and pulled out another garment. He turned to his daughter.

“OK, you want to play dress-up, you have to do it right,” he said, and he came over to where she stood trembling beside the bed. He held up the garment. It was red, the same color as the stockings. “To make these stockings stay up and comfortable, you need this.” He sat on the edge of the bed.

He motioned her to come closer, and when she did, he took one part of the garment in each hand and reached around her. She was amazed that he was able to catch the little hooks she had spied on the edges of the garment. “This is called a garter belt,” her father said. He pulled on the top edge, saying, “This is the belt, and these dangling bits,” here he flipped one the strips of ribbon, “is called the suspender, and these,” he continued, “are the garters. They snap into the top of the stocking.” He proceeded to show her how to hook the stocking onto the garter. He had her turn and he hooked the back of the contraption into the back of her stockings. “Now, you should be able to sit and stand without the stockings falling down.”

She looked down at her legs, encased in the beautiful stockings and she felt a strange feeling come over her. “Papa, Daddy, these stockings and belt make me feel so ... grown up. So like ... a woman. Hold me, Daddy!”

He stood up and put his arms around her. “I noticed you weren’t wearing panties or bra, Alexandra. Why?”

She snuggled into his shoulder and her voice was muffled. “I was looking for the top, and since you weren’t home, I didn’t think I needed to get dressed. I like running around without clothes!” she declared, pulling her head away from her daddy’s chest.

He leaned down and kissed her on the nose. “No,” he said, “you never did, did you?” She shook her head. “Well, I think you need to finish getting dressed. Wait here.” He went back into the drawer and rummaged around until he found two more matching wispy garments.

He put the panties on the bed and then motioned for Lexi to come closer. She held out her arms, anticipating what her father was going to do, and he slipped the bra up to her shoulders, making sure her small breasts were in the cups. He then, once again, reached around her and clipped the two hooks into their eyes to hold the garment close to her skin. As he brought his hands forward, he hooked his fingers into the shoulder straps, straightening them.

He sat back again on the bed. “Come here, you little vixen,” he growled. “You need to wear panties with a garter belt and they should always go over the top of the suspenders! Pick up your foot, please.”

She did and leaned forward, putting her hand on his shoulder for balance. He surprised her when he grabbed that hand and pulled her down across his lap. “You’ve got to stop just waltzing in here any time you please, Lexi! This is going to hurt me more than it hurts you!”

She was sprawled across his lap, her ass up in the air, a perfect target for his upraised hand. With his left arm he held her there, and then brought his right-hand crashing down on her right butt cheek. The resulting smack resounded in the small room and Lexi let out a blood-curdling yell of pain.

Alex was resolute and smacked her ass again and again, alternating the parts he smacked. After about ten good swats, he wound down, his hand throbbing as he gently rubbed her reddened cheeks. He rubbed her ass lightly as he bent over her, his head near her ears, cooing little nothings, trying to soothe her. She trembled beneath him, her breath ragged.

She turned her head to him as she struggled to sit up properly. “Why, Papa? Why did you spank me? Because I was wearing Mommy’s stockings?”

He pulled her up to sit on his lap, her bare, wet pussy touching his leg. “No,” he said, pulling her close. “Not because you wore Mommy’s things, but because you came into my bedroom without my permission. What if I had been in here naked, getting dressed?”

She leaned in close to his ear, saying, “I would have come up to you and kissed you like this,” and she proceeded to kiss him. He responded by pulling her closer, running his hands all over her exposed skin. He could feel her responding to his touch, as she wriggled deliciously beneath his hands. As she squirmed, he could feel the moisture from her cunt spreading along his bare thigh.

“Oh, Daddy,” she sighed as she parted her lips from his to catch her breath. “I’m sorry I barged in without permission. Please forgive me.” She leaned in to kiss him some more.

He was the one to break the kiss this time, pulling her face away from his. “Forgiven,” he said. “I’m sorry I lost my temper and spanked you. Can you forgive me?”

Her answer was short and sweet, a kiss, her lips pressed to his, her tongue coming out to lightly touch them. He responded by opening his mouth and their tongues dueled with each other for a moment or two. He pulled away again, whispering, “Thank you.”

“Now,” he said, a bit more forcefully, pushing at her so that she had to stand. “You came in here to borrow one of your mother’s shirts, right?”

She looked crestfallen, her eyes holding to the floor in front of her father’s feet. “Yes, Daddy. I was looking for her deep green one. You know, the one with the long sleeves.”

He went to the dresser and rummaged around in a drawer that hadn’t been opened. “You mean this one?” he asked, holding the garment up by its shoulders. It was a deep forest-green, with long sleeves.

“Yes!” she squealed. “That’s the one. I was going to wear it for my date with Joey tonight. Can I borrow it?”

“May I borrow it.”

“May I borrow that blouse?”

He laughed. “Sure. Are you going to wear a skirt, too?”

“I have a green tartan skirt that should be OK with that. When I’m done, I’ll come and model it for you.” She took the blouse from his hands and scampered back to her room. For his part, Alex dug through the drawers of his late wife’s dresser, coming up with a few things he thought Lexi might like.

Soon Lexi was back in his bedroom, decked out in the blouse and skirt. The shirt clung to her like a second skin, just as Alex knew it would, and the skirt was short enough that Alex was sure Lexi would be tugging at it all night long, making sure her underwear wouldn’t show. Alex looked at her sternly. “You forgot to knock,” he growled. “Do I need to spank you again?”

She looked sheepish. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’ll try to be better.” She brightened and said, “Well, what do you think? Do you think Joey will like it?”