Theater

“Daddy, what are you doing?” I gasped as I found myself being edged out of my theater seat and into Daddy's lap as the room went dark.

“Shhh.” Was all Daddy said in answer and I sat there, waiting, as Daddy pulled me against him in his chair.

It wasn't long before his hands started wandering. The started at the edge of my skirt, following the line of the cloth and making me squirm around. Then he started to tug it upward, not far, but just a little. I squirmed, a hand coming down to correct it with a nervous look at my surroundings. There were people around, though most a good distance away.

“Daddy, no..” I whispered, only to have your hand pull mine away.

“Let Daddy look just a little bit.” You murmured. “I won't pull it up far.”

I let go, reluctantly, and leaned into you again, biting my lip as I let you push the skirt up. It crept a couple of inches and then you stopped, rubbing your hands along my legs.

“good girl.” you whispered as you touched me. “Daddy's gonna pull it up more...”

“Daddy..” I whine back, squirming as you inch the skirt even higher.

“Be a good girl, hold still while Daddy takes a little peek at your panties..”

I'm left with no choice. I can't tell Daddy no, even as the embarrassment builds from you slipping the skirt upward. I'm left to watch, as Daddy..

--- A Rp scene I'd like to finish playing out someday..