(g*, inc, ped) It's a hot night. My blankets are hot and my nightie is hot and everything is hot. I hate it when it's hot. My hair starts sticking to my face and I can't stand it. I kick the covers off all the way. I roll around and kick my bare feet. Finally I pull my nightgown up but I can't take it off or I'd be nekkies. Daddy says not to sleep in undies. It is not healthy. Your skin has to breathe. So I roll around and almost wind my nightgown around my arms. Then I hear Daddy walking down the hall. He stands at my door, like he does every night, to make sure I'm asleep. I know I'm almost nekkies but I have to pretend I'm asleep. I lie there on my side, exposed, with my eyes squeezed tight shut. Then I hear the floor creak! Daddy is coming into my room! He never comes in after light out. He usually just stands at the door for what feels like forever sometimes. Now I start to worry. Is he coming in to cover me up? Is he coming in to pull the nightgown back down over his babygirl? Or am I in trouble? Am I bad for pulling my nightgown up? Am I gonna get punished? He comes to the bed and stands over me. I can feel him staring down at me. But I keep my eyes shut even tighter. I try to breathe real slow. I wait to feel a hand pull down my nightgown, or roll me over for a spanking. But I don't feel anything. I just hear his breath. I hear him undo his belt. I try not to bite my lip. Not a belt spanking!!! But I don't hear it run through the loops. I just hear him unzip his pants. It must be too hot for him to wear clothes too. Then I hear him breathing and grunting and making noises and I am afraid to look. Finally I take one peek and Daddy is standing over me, and I can see his cock and he is rubbing it really hard. I made my Daddy's cock hard. Just by looking at my little naked body. I feel a little bit proud. And something else. Maybe after all the punishments that happen more and more lately (and more and more with me nekkies), maybe Daddy is giving in to temptation. Maybe Daddy wants his babygirl. He needs his babygirl. Like I need him. I wait, hoping for his touch, rubbing my thighs together, keeping my eyes tight shut. He mumbles, "Nasty little girl, showing off for her father...nasty little slut...dirty little cunt..." Is he mad? Am I in trouble? And then I feel it. On my chest first, like someone is squirting hot lotion on me. I feel it on my tummy, and even a little bit "down there". I try not to flinch. I try not to move away. I am afraid to open my eyes. Then it stops and Daddy stops making the noises but he is still breathing really hard. He just stands there for a minute, watching me to see if I am awake. No way am I going to let him know I'm awake. I pretend real good. Then real quick he zips up his pants and rushes out of the room like something is wrong. I wait until I hear his door close, a lot harder and louder than usual. I reach down and touch my chest. I stick my finger in it. It's hot and sticky. I smell my hand. I put it on my tongue, and my tongue feels kind of dry and funny, almost like I ate a lemon. I'm not sure even how to say it, but I just know what it is. I just know. It comes from my Daddy. It is my Daddy's and I love him and I am covered in him. I rub it all over my little chest, and my tummy. I feel it start to dry, almost like it's cracking. I fall asleep, knowing Daddy and I are in a new place now. Something is changing. And neither of us can make it stop.