Daddy's Second Chance Little (Wounded Daddies 6)

“Nope. I’m gonna watch you, and I’ll be damned if you’re gonna be all covered up,” I say with a smile. She blushes and lets out a little giggle. “Let’s go get to work,” I say. “Actually, lets go and you get to work and I’ll watch that perfect little body of yours working.”

That first afternoon is remarkable. I watch her go about the work in her studio, naked. She’s giggly and silly the whole time. It takes almost a week just to get a good handle on things. She works on it every day and whenever I arrive, I make her strip and do the work, naked. That makes her giggle and laugh all over again. Over the next several weeks, she completes the inventory and then she works on the nearly completed pieces, as well.

I don’t think I have ever seen anyone sexier than my little girl working on her ceramics, wearing nothing but a smock. Of course, most of the work she does, she does in normal clothes. It’s only when I arrive that she dutifully strips and gets to work in the buff. There’s no real reason for it other than its fun and it distracts her from worrying about her abilities or her chances of success. After two and a half months, she has a good inventory finished.

It’s time for her to launch.

After some research, she suggests that putting the articles on her gift site might be the best first step. I know, at least in part, she thinks that because if it fails she will be the only person seeing her items don’t sell. I wrestle with that as I don’t want her to hedge herself against failure. On the other hand, it is the fastest path to being live.

So, I tell her I think it’s a good idea, but I also want her to look at other avenues as well, for a second phase, especially for the more artistic pieces. We come up with a list of galleries for her to contact and some online fine art sites. Everything is going wonderfully, and I feel very proud of her and proud of myself. I don’t know if it would be fair to say I’m a good Daddy, at least not yet. But, I am definitely doing the right things.

I feel thrilled when everything is done and ready, and I am determined for her to feel as self-confident as I am in her.

Everything is set. Everything is good to go.

Nothing happens. All of the preparation went perfectly, and her inventory has grown and keeps growing. She needs to get started on the part that scares her. However, she afraid to do that.

I arrive at her house after a shift. It’s close to midnight and after she hugs me, I tell her to strip. She does so quickly and happily. She thinks we’re about to sleep together.

God, I want to! Instead, when she’s naked, I walk her to the studio and I say, “Now, I want you to list your items on your gift site.”

“Right now?” she asks. I can see the fear in her eyes.

“Right now, Little Girl,” I reply.

She’s as nervous as hell, but then she smiles and comes closer, pressing herself against me. “But, Daddy,” she whines. “I need you so much! I’ve been so horny thinking about you.”

God, I want to sleep with her! Instead, I turn her around, give her a hard swat on her ass, and say, “Get those items online, Little Girl. Right now!”

She gasps, not from the spank, but from the no-nonsense tone of my voice. She knows arguing will be useless. She stands there and I land another swat.

She yelps and says, “Yes, Daddy!” and then hurries to her desk and opens her laptop.

I watch as she nervously takes pictures, uploads them, and sets up the listings. She works until about four, when I carry her to bed. When she wakes at ten, I take her back to her studio to finish the listings.