She knew she wasn't supposed to touch Mummy's things, but she just couldn't help herself. All the jars and bottles and caskets on the dressing table would have been a magnet for any little girl, and Debbie was no exception. What's the harm, she asked herself? Mummy will be at work until late tonight and Daddy is hard at work in his study, and if I put everything back in the right places no one will notice.

First she tried on some of the bracelets and necklaces and earrings, admiring herself in the big mirror. Then she put the clips and bands in her hair and looked in the mirror again and finally she looked wistfully at the makeup. Better not touch that, she thought. Mummy would notice.

But there was one thing she could try just a tiny little bit of. It was the very expensive face cream that Daddy had bought for Mummy a few years ago. Debbie cocked an ear and heard the usual working sounds coming from Daddy's study.

She picked up the beautiful crystal jar, but it slipped through her fingers and fell to the tiled floor.

Crash!!!

Debbie couldn't believe the noise it made, or how many pieces the jar broke into. Neither could Daddy when he came in a minute later to investigate the noise. Her little heart sank.

"Debbie!" he exclaimed. "What are you doing?"

"I-I'm sorry Daddy. It was an accident."

"You shouldn't have been touching it in the first place!" He was angry, and that began to frighten the little girl. "You're eight Debbie, and you should have learned by now not to touch things that you're told not to touch." He was getting angrier by the moment.

"I-I'm s-sorry D-Daddy" she sobbed. "I'll g-get some more out of my p-pocket money."

"It'd take years of your pocket money to buy that!" All that Debbie could do was to cry.

"Very well child, I'm going to have to punish you."

"No Daddy, please don't spank me" she pleaded.

"Debbie, go to your bedroom, take off your shorts and panties and get on the bed on your elbows and knees and wait for me."

"P-Please Daddy...."

"Go! Now!" her father said in a low and menacing tone, making sure that she saw him pick up a hair brush from the dressing table.

With tears running down her cheeks the little girl slowly went to her bedroom, took off her pink shorts and little white cotton panties and got on the bed on her elbows and knees like she'd been told. She felt so terribly exposed with her bare bottom up in the air, and she knew that anyone standing behind her would be able to see her fanny between the tops of her thighs. She turned around so that her bottom was facing towards the wardrobe.

It was a long time before she heard her father come up the hallway, and all the time her tummy was full of butterflies. Would he feel her private parts, like he had that other time?

"Turn around and put your knees on the edge of the bed!" snapped Daddy from the doorway. "And hurry up about it!"

"But D-Daddy-" She turned her head enough to see that his face was a bit red. Boy, she thought, he must be angry!

"Do it now!" he shouted. Debbie hurriedly obeyed.

Whack! went the flat back of the hairbrush on the soft skin of her bottom.

"Owwww!" she cried in pain, recoiling from the stinging impact.

Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! The heavy hairbrush came down hard on her little bottom another 11 times, and with each whack she cried out in pain. By the time that her father had finished she was red and very sore and the tears ran from her eyes and fell onto the bedcover.

"P-please d-don't s-spank me a-any m-more" she sobbed. "I'm s-sorry D-Daddy. I-I'll be a g-good g-girl."

"Well Debbie, I'd like to think that you've learned a lesson. But the problem is, you see, that Mummy is going to be very upset that her lovely face cream has been ruined. She might want to spank you too."

"Oh, please don't tell Mummy" the child pleaded, her heart sinking at the thought of getting another spanking.

"I really should tell her. She'll want to know how it happened."

"Please D-Daddy, please t-tell her it was an a-accident."

"Ah yes, but then she'll want to know how come you were here and touching the jar." The poor little girl could only sob. She could see nothing less than another spanking, from her mother this time.

"Tell you what Debbie" said Daddy confidentially. "I could tell her that I did it, by accident. Would you like me to do that?"

"Oh, yes please Daddy. Please tell her that" she pleaded, hope rising in her heart.

"Alright, I will. But of course I have to get something for telling Mummy a story like that. Something from you."

"Daddy?" After a moment her tummy went all fluttery when she realised what he meant. "Y-you can.... You can feel my private parts, if.... if you want to Daddy."

"Ah" he said with a smile. "What a sensible little girl you are. If I remember correctly, you liked it the last time. Now, move your knees apart." Debbie's little pussy began to tingle at the thought of what was about to come.

And it wasn't long in coming either. She saw her father get a tube of something out of his pocket, open it and squeeze some oily looking stuff onto his finger. Then he put the tube down on the bed. A moment later she felt his oily finger running from one end of the outside of her little pussy lips to the other and back again.

Mr Simpson fingered his eight year old daughter's pussy lips for a long time, running his slippery fingers (two and then three) up and down, up and down, until her little girl sex was warm and tingling with pleasure. She wriggled her sore bottom and pressed her little twat against the caressing fingers.

"Mmmm, my little girl likes her Daddy doing this, doesn't she?" he said, slipping a finger into the cleft between the child's now highly sensitive lips and running it up and down over and over again.

"Yes Daddy" she replied faintly, feeling warm and tingly all over.

"And I think she might like this too" he added, gently prodding the tiny nub with a fingertip.

"Oh!" A small wave of pleasure washed over her.

"I thought so" he said, fingering it while Debbie squirmed and moaned with pleasure. "And maybe she'll like this too."

"Oh!" gasped the child as she felt a fingertip invade the entrance to her tiny vagina.

"Oh!" she gasped again as it went in until it was up to the first knuckle.

"Do you like that Debbie?" Mr Simpson asked as he wiggled his finger about inside her.

"Yes Daddy" she gasped, writhing and squirming and grinding her crotch against her father's hand.

"Does my little slut like having her Daddy's finger up inside her girl hole?" He slowly fondled her sore bottom with his free hand.

"Yes Daddy" she replied in a faint voice, her tummy all aflutter as she digested the knowledge that her father had his finger up inside the hole where she would have sex when she grew up to be a big girl.

For the next few minutes Mr Simpson alternated his attentions between his little daughter's nub and vagina, gently prodding and teasing until she was gasping and moaning.

When he took his fingers away she turned her head as far as she could, to see him out of the corner of her eye undoing and pushing down his shorts, followed by his underpants. There stood his red, erect and glistening willie. As she watched he squeezed some stuff out of the tube and smeared it over the head of his thing. Was he going to put it in her bottom hole, like Mr Collins had? Suddenly she felt a bit frightened.

Her neck was getting a bit stiff, so she stopped looking around. A few moments later she felt something large and hard pressing up against her slippery pussy lips. Daddy was going to feel her private parts with his willie! Her tummy did a double flip.

Yes, Mr Simpson was in fact rubbing his cock against her pussy. He slid the engorged head up and down on the puffy little lips, slicked with the K-Y that he'd liberally applied, and he almost came there and then. He wanted to spunk all over her little genitals, but he wanted a bit more fun first. A sheer effort of will stopped the building climax.

Over the next few minutes he rubbed the throbbing and swollen head of his organ up and down, up and down while the little girl become gradually more aroused. When he could wait no longer he pressed the tip against her a little, so that the hard and glistening head spread the lips apart and went into the little cleft.

"Oh!" gasped Debbie. Unlike before, this exclamation was drawn from her because the stretching of her labia hurt a little. But discomfort changed to delight when he pressed the hot and throbbing head of his member against the little nub. She gasped and writhed and moaned and rocked herself back against her father's cock.

"Ouch! That hurts!" she gasped when she felt it press into the entrance to her tiny vagina. "Please take it out Daddy, it hurts!"

By this time her father didn't really care what he was doing to his daughter. The whole head of his cock had slid inside her, obscenely stretching the lips of her little cunt around the thickness of his shaft. She was so deliciously tight on him that he thought that his cockhead was going to be crushed. He felt his balls begin to stir and, try as he might to hold back he couldn't. It was all he could do to stop himself from thrusting hard into her tiny passage.

The climax was pretty spectacular, and he thought later that it was probably better than anything he'd had with Mrs Simpson, and they'd had some truly memorable fucks. The hot, thick seed surged out of him in spurt after spurt after spurt, quickly filling the little hole and the cleft, overflowing and running down the insides of her slim thighs. Eventually he came back down to earth and pulled his softening organ out.

Although the pressure of her father's large organ inside her fanny had hurt a bit, a series of hard shivers had passed right through Debbie's whole body when his willie had pulsed and she'd felt the hot wetness of his cum filling her. They left her gasping and trembling, and with a hot tingly feeling all through her young body. All she could do when he withdrew was to collapse on her side on the bed and pant.

"Put your shorts and panties back on" her father ordered as he fixed up his own clothes.

"But Daddy, I'm all.... gooey. Can't I go and clean it off?"

"No, you can't. You're my own little slut now, and you're going to wear my cum for the rest of the day."

Debbie bravely held back the tears as she got dressed again, although when she pulled up her panties the warm stickiness of her father's stuff on her fanny did make her a bit tingly. Until it dried that is. She felt very relieved when she could have a bath that night, which she did earlier than usual so that Mummy wouldn't smell Daddy's cum on her.