Teach Me, Daddy

Chapter 6

Unprecedented: never done or known before

I stayed up most of the night watching Netflix, which let me say was a terrible decision. I've been dreading getting out of my bed but it's two in the afternoon and practice is at three. I huff and flail my body, throwing a tantrum that nobody is here to witness. After whining for a complete five minutes I decide to suck it up and get ready.

I jump in the shower for a speedy rinse off and get dressed. I put on some spandex and a black Victoria's Secret sports bra before I check myself out in the mirror. Too much showing. I throw on a white tie dye shirt and some pink athletic shorts. That's better.

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My mom drops me off at school with no time to spare and I quickly walk to the cheer room. Again, I'm the last to arrive but nobody makes a fuss. The cheer Captain starts to speak.

"All right girls! A full day ahead of us and no time to waste. Get up! Chop chop!" For three consecutive hours we practice our stunts, cheers, and pretty much everything else we needed to do for the pep rally. Finally, it's over.

I think about what Amber said to me yesterday. It wouldn't hurt to see him. I'm sure he's here working on a lesson plan. So I say bye to the cheer team and head over to his classroom. I hear him talking and I peak throughs the window. He's on the phone and he looks up at me. I freak out a little and start to walk away but I hear the door open.

"Hey listen, I'm gonna have to call you back." He hangs up the phone and just looks at me looking back at him. "Samantha. Hey."

"I'm sorry Mr.Porter. This was a mistake." I turn around and start to walk away.

"Samantha." He says softly and I turn around and walk to him. He opens the door to his classroom and I hesitantly walk in. "Samantha I- I'm sorry. What I said to you was completely out of line." I just stare at him blankly.

"What were you going to say Mr.Porter?"

"In simple terms. I'm a dom. More specifically than that, I'm a daddy dom."

"A what?" I exclaim.

"I'm a dominant who loves to take on the role as a caregiver and I would love to have you as my submissive and little. Of course, I wouldn't force you to be mine and I'd tell you everything you needed and wanted to know." He leans on his desk and looks at me as I sit on a desk in front of him.

"Okay, then tell me about it." A small smile crosses his face and he nods.

"Okay, well first off a relationship like this is a power exchange between your end and mine. You would be my submissive and I your dominant. As my submissive, you would give up your power trusting that I wouldn't abuse it and only use it for what would benefit you and I together." He looks at me making sure I'm understanding it and I slowly nod. He continues. "As your dominant, I would make sure you were healthy physically, emotionally, mentally and spiritually. I would make sure that not only were you taking care of yourself but I was taking care of your needs as well and not only acting upon things that you or I wanted. A daddy dom little girl is by far to me the most intense and caring form of a dominant and submissive relationship. It's almost sacred."

I just stare at him expecting him to continue but he doesn't. "What?" I ask him.

"Do you want me to keep talking?" I nod almost eagerly to hear what he has to say. "A daddy dom little girl relationship is a strong bond. You would accept me as your daddy or caregiver and you as my little girl. This is in no way sexualizing the bond between a father and his daughter, nor an act of pedophilia. It's just being taken care of deeply and knowing I won't leave you and only want the best for you. I have this headspace that I go into often where I only want to protect and spoil and just support someone deeply and I want that to be you." He looks into my eyes and I look away. "What is it?"