I let her go from my hug and looked down at her big blue eyes. Her twelve-year-old face was fixed in an expression of concern. I had just given her a hug and patted her on butt a couple of times. With those tight jeans of hers it was almost impossible not to pat her gorgeous little ass.

"I'm not sure what you mean Katie," I answered. I truly was confused, I had patted her ass on numerous occasions and she had never objected before.

"Today in Health class Ms. Benson told us that there are places on our bodies where no one should touch us, unless we told them it was ok," she answered in a very serious voice.

"I understand that honey," I replied, "but I'm your Daddy and I've been patting you on the butt for your entire life."

"Ms. Benson says that the most likely people to molest young girls are their fathers or brothers or some other close relative," Katie said, still looking deep into my eyes.

In all honesty I had to admit my daughter did arouse feelings of intense sexual interest in me - to put it bluntly every time I looked at her beautiful young body or her innocent face I could feel the blood pumping into that bad boy between my legs. But I seriously resented some bitch at Katie's school educating my daughter about the dangers of incest - that was my job.

"So what are you supposed to do if someone touches you in an 'inappropriate' place?" I asked, still standing close to her and looking into her eyes.

"Ms. Benson said we are supposed to tell the person not to touch us there and if they do it again to tell her and she will tell the principal," Katie responded in a shaky voice.

That really pissed me off, how dare that bitch Benson get involved in what happens in my house, with my family. I was angry and even though I shouldn't have, I lost my temper and took it out on Katie.

"So does that mean you're going to put signs on your body so that Jared (her fourteen-year-old brother) and I know what's 'safe' to touch? Or maybe you can just sew red warning labels on your clothes like 'butt' or 'boobs' so that we know that those are areas that Ms. Benson-bitch has declared 'untouchable'," I said in a hard tone. I saw Katie's eyes fill with tears and her face turned white. I knew I had gone over the edge, but I was pissed off. Partly with having been caught with my intentions being less than pure, but mostly with a school system that was spending more time social engineering than teaching knowledge to our kids, and the whole time whining that they needed to raise my taxes to pay for it. I shouldn't have taken it out on Katie, but I just lost it for a minute. ......(cont)