Free Caroline's Rocking Horse by Emily Tilton, Blushing Books

even think about looking at him now, but my moisture, as usual, was flowing.
    I shrugged the blouse to the floor. I was in my pink bra and panties and nothing else. "Stop a moment," said George. "Come here."
    I was only perhaps four feet away from the couch, but I shuffled towards him.
    "Closer," he said. I shuffled forward a little more so that my pink panties were only a few inches from where he had leaned his face forward.
    I heard him breathe in deeply through his nose. I bit my lower lip in an ecstasy of embarrassment. My eyes found an upper corner of the wall and rested there, both hoping and not hoping that this would go on forever.
    "Oh, young lady," George said, "I am afraid that the way you smell down here is very naughty indeed."
    "Oh, Daddy, please," I said, "don't punish me for that. It's not fair. You're the one who makes me feel that way."
    Then I felt his fing ers on the front of the panties. I felt him running them down the sides of the gusset and pulling it aside to expose me to his view.
    "Oh, no, plea se," I moaned. I really felt it. I really felt the shame and the fear that he was going to make me feel pleasure I shouldn't feel—and then punish me for it. That feeling by itself made me so wet that I was afraid I would actually begin dripping right in front of George's eyes.
    Then I felt his tongue.
    "Oh my God, George," I screamed. I couldn't help pu tting my hands on his shoulders to steady myself—otherwise I would simply have fallen down.
    I felt the tongue withdraw, and George said, "Young lady, you ought to know that a little girl who has a pussy this swee t is always liable to have her daddy taste it."
    "Oh, please ..."
    "Don't make a fuss now, Caroline. Daddy is going to taste your little pussy as much as he wants."
    And he did: he tasted me, and tasted me, and tasted me. All the while, he kept saying "Hush, hush." Sometimes he said it gently, and sometimes he said it sternly. Sometimes, when he said it strictly, he emphasized the word with a sharp spank to my bottom.
    I tried desperately t o hush. I clamped my mouth shut so that what would have been screams came out as strangled little cries, building and building and building until at last there was one long moan, and with the explosion of my climax I would have fallen down, even with my hands on George's shoulders, except that with his left hand he seized me around the waist as he made his final attack with the tip of his tongue.
    After that, he picked me up and carried me to bed. I still had not had my first real inspection, I realized , as he laid me down on the bed and covered me up. I had a little flutter of anticipation of what the next night might hold.

Chapter 10
    We woke up Saturday morning at almost the same moment; at least we became aware of one another, lying face-to-face in bed, at the same time. Our smiles seemed to mirror one another, and then, before the slightest doubt could re-enter my mind, George reached out his hand and put it gently around the back of my neck, possessing my face once again, and I cooed at him—positively cooed.
    He said, "My little girl."
    I said, "Daddy."
    He drew my face towards him, the dominant husband and protector, and kissed me to show me I was his.
    "Tonight," he said, "will be your first inspection."
    "Yes, Daddy."
    "You remember that I said I would test your body's responsiveness when I inspect you?"
    "Yes, Daddy."
    "Well, we need to go shopping this morning for the things I'm going to use to do that testing."
    I thought I knew exactly what store he meant, and I blushed—my first of the day. "Couldn't you go shopping for those things by yourself, Daddy?" I asked. "I don't think that's the kind of shopping a modest little girl should be a part of."
    "I could, but it's important to me that you be there because I want to show off my little girl at the shops."
    Oh, no. Being shown off at that store ... honestly, even entering that store. "Oh, no, Daddy, please..."
    He moved his hand from my neck