Russel stared at himself in the bathroom mirror. He could tell he was lost. Feelings of guilt, confusion and anger pulsated through him. He knew he took it too far this time but part of him still felt justified. He wiped his face with a towel, looked at his watch and headed out.
He didn't take his car to the store, instead he took a walk and let the cool night air calm his nerves. He thought about Ashley. His 16 year old step daughter. He had picked her up earlier from school for the 10th time in 4 months. This was also his third job since that he had lost because of his constant leaving. He even threatened to school officials to just leave her there and they threatened back with child protective services abd possible jail time. When he told his boss for the fourth time this month, his first month on the job, he had to leave again, he responded that he was sorry but he needed to leave his helmet and tools behind and then beat the shit out of his shit for brains kid and wished him luck with finding a new job. And beat the shit out of her he did.
Ashley was waiting in the principals office when he got there. She had a smug look of defiance as the principal spoke of her latest incident, even interrupting at points "to get the facts straight". It was hard for Russel not slap the fuck out of her right there. She was suspended for 5 days this time. It was her second school so she still had one more to go before she got expelled. Then he would have to pay for a private school, the only other option in the area, he could look into home schooling but he had no idea where to begin and knew for sure he wouldn't be able to teach her anything and she wouldn't do shit on her own.
He drove home in silence. In the faint distance of the rage cyclone going 100 mph in his head,he could hear her squealing about her side of the story and blah blah blah. He knew if he opened his mouth his anger would begin to spew out and he wouldn't be able to drive. He told her to shut the fuck up til they got home.
Once they were home, ashley knew she was in eep shit. As her daddy Russ was unlocking the door, she looked at the porch swing. She remembered how he used to tell her stories before taking her to bed while they sipped hot cocoa out here. Her mom was never a "mom" until she met Russ when she was 5 and he turned her life around. She loved Russ with all her heart, even when a few of those nights he had slipped his rough fingers inside her pajamas to her private parts. She never said anything and was confused if it was wrong since Russ loved her, that was the past now though. She wished she could have just swallowed her pride and not gotten into trouble and gotten him angry again.
As they stepped into the house Russ headed for the kitchen, still silent toward her. She thought she might get off easy this time, maybe he was too tired to punish her, she breathed a Sigh of relief and headed upstairs. Just then she heard a loud crash, she ran to the kitchen thinking Russ or something meght have fallen. She saw a vase on the floor, shattered and the keys on the floor next to it, he must have thrown the keys at it hard enough to knock it over.
She looked at Russ who was calm and collective and pouring himself a scotch. She was scared now, his whole demeanor was throwing her off, she didn't know how tho read him. He finished pouring the scotch and closed the bottle abd brought the chilled glass to his lips. He looked at her with calm and cold eyes and told her to go to her room and wait for daddy.
"Please daddy, im so sorry, i didn't mean to get out of hand, i PROMISE, it will never happen again, please daddy i love you, don't spank me, PLEASE!"
Russ stared into his step daughters glistening hazel eyes, they were almost emerald now.
"Your a fucking liar Ashley, you always have been, just like your dope whore of a mother!"
That last comment hit hard, Ashley couldn't believe he had said it, they gave up looking for her mom 6 months ago after she had been gone for almost a year. She had relapsed after almost a decade sober and now they just don't talk about it. With a look of disbelief, Ashley ran crying up to her room.
Russ immediately felt bad after saying it, but he was still so angry at her, and her audacity of asking not to be punished, when almost eeveryday of his sad lonely life with her felt like a punishment. He decided to still give her her spankings, but to first apologize about his remark about her mother.
As Russell neared the door he could hear her having a conversation with someone. He put his ear to the door.
"Just please come get me Sam, take me away from here, hes probably going to make me do it again! Maybe all the way this time!" Ashley cried with a shaking, sobbing voice.
''Do it again? All the way? What the hell is she talking about? And who the hell is she talking to?' Russ thought to himself.
"I don't want him to take my virginity, Sam, i want you to!" Ashley squealed.
'Holy fuck! This little lying piece of shit is telling someone that i fuck her, or try to, or whatever the hell she is saying!'
Russell was seeing red when he kicked in the door. Ashley had jumped up from her bed, red eyed and startled.
"Daddy!"
"Don't daddy me, you little slut! To think i was coming up to apologize to you! YOu know i lost ANOTHER job because of you today?!!"
"All the sacrifices I've made for you and your not even my REAL daughter! And your lying about me, the most vile lie of all! How fucking DARE YOU!"
"Please daddy, you dont understand-"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET IN THE POSITION!"
Ashley, sobbing loudly and uncontrollably now. She went over to the dresser and put her shaking hands on the edge as she heard her father unbuckling his belt. She was wearing boboxer shorts now since she changed as soon as she got to her room. She inserted trembling fingers into the waistband and slowly started to pull them down her slender pale thighs. She could feel her daddies presence behind her abd her heart started pounding because she knew it was really going to hurt this time because he was so angry.
THWACK!
A loud crackle rang through the air as Russel bent the belt in half and slapped the two straps together. ashley squealed. Russel hadn't even hit her yet and she was already screaming and begging him to stop. The more she cried, the angrier he got. And then it began.
"THWACK!" Ashley sqealed in agony as the lash burned her buttocks through her thin pink cotton panties.
"What was that? Russell roared behind her.
Ashley knew she was supposed too say 'thank you daddy, may i have another', but she felt as if the breath had been knocked out of her and she couldn't get the words out.
Russell repeated the question and still got no answer, just deep cries. He got so furious that he grabbed her panties and with one yank ripped them off of her.
"You don't deserve the slightest comfort! You need too feel ALL of this!" "NOW WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU SAY?!" he roared.
through sobs, Ashley managed a " Thank you da- addy, ...pleeease.. May i have.. Anotheeeer" she sobbed.
"Well of course baby, since you said please".
And with a menacing look in his eye, Russell continued his wrath on little ashleys bright red, jiggling little ass, until the 12th lash. She was a big blubbering mess, snot, tears and her face was almost as red as her ass. Russell pulled her head up by her hair and looked at her in the mirror. He made her open her eyes and stare at him through the mirror. Something came over him. It was like all his pent up anger was about to be released and he just wanted totourt her in every way possible
"You are little lying whore, JUST LIKE YOUR FUCKING MOTHER!" Russell sneered as he held her by her hair tightly with one hand and put the strap on the dresser.
He firmly grabbed one hot burning ass cheek with the other hand and squeezed hard as Ashley screamed in pain. Then he slid two fingers in the crevice and slid them down to her little bald pink snatch and found a fucking waterfall. He had to step back and spread her legs a little to see her wetness streaming down her inner thighs. How had he not noticed that before? He looked at her stunned as Ashley bowed her head in shame and kept crying.
"Hahahahaaa! Well its about fucking time!" A voice cried out.
Both Russell and ashley had a look of shock on their face. Russeel hurried up and turned around to see if anyone had come into the house while he was punishing Ashley. Where had that voice come from?
"Im over here Daddy Russ.... On the bed ". A voice mockingly called to him.
Suddenly Ashleys eyes bulged wide. She forgot she was skyping her long distance boyfriend when her dad came in, he must have stayed on the whole time, watching!
Russell saw it then. Ashleys laptop wide open and her skype open with a man that looked about his age, maybe even older, facing for the perfect view of them.
"You know, i was starting to not believe her... You know, about you being a kiddy fucker and all. I thought for sure we'd end this with a half chub here" he scoffed.
"I'M NOT! I promise! I don't know what came over me... " he looked at Ashley with true regret in his eyes "I'm really sorry baby, i don't know what came over me, please forgive me." Russell begged.
"Oh no, i dont believe you russell" the voice said.
" I mean hhowEarth could a child cone up with such atrocities, with such detail as well?" the voice asked.
Russell looked at Ashley in pure
Bewilderment , " Whats he talking about Ashley?"
Ashley looked down in shame. She then said through downcast eyes," im sorry daddy, i don't know what's wrong with me, sometimes i have these dirty fantasies about us.... I want you to touch me like you did when i was little snd just now.. And alot of other things, but for some reason it didn't feel as good as i thought it would, it felt yucky, i think it was because you made me think of mommy.."
Russell looked at her in pure disbelief, he didnt know what to think right now. "Ashley that is wrong on so many levels, and honey you know i never touched you, EVER, well, except for just now, again, im so sorry, why would you say that?"
Ashley couldn't believe her father's denial. Just then, her "boyfriend" spoke up. Well its obvious, you both want it now, so thats exactly whats going to happen.
Russell scoffed "I don't think So bud, this thing is going off abd you are NEVER to speak to my daughter again!"
Just as Russell was closing out the skype, the man yelled out "1109 W Maple st, India-"
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?! Russell screamed, heari g his address being blurted out.
"I simply want what you both want Russell, well to watch anyway" he stated. ".... "Or else i will send this video I just recorded if you abusing your daughter physically and sexually. To your local authorities..".
Russell looked at the man on screen with hate in his eyes.
"Please Sam, don't make us do this, and don't get my daddy I trouble. ill do whatever you want me to do on Skype by myself, just don't make me do it with my daddy!"
"Listen you little tittied bitch, you do exactly as i tell you and you don't have to worry about your sweet daddy going to prison. First things first, give me an up close of that creamy little tight pussy".
Ashley looked at her step dad for direction in what to do and he looked at the man, then at Ashley. "Baby, we have no choice, do as he says.".
