“I’m sorry, daddy,” she said, knowing that to him, excuses never made up for poor decisions. He believed that people are not judged on what they say, but what they do. She either did it or she didn’t and she definitely lied to him, and even worse, about a boy. “I don’t know why I did that. I am so sorry I disappointed you,” she said, tears welling up in her eyes.
She had always been her Daddy’s little angel and he had only spanked her once while growing up, but she remembered it well...
The luxurious, Persian-styled, rug in the living room was two thousand dollars worth of a rich, red and cream tapestry. It was brand new, just delivered, and that was when he spanked her for the first and only time.
She had always been allowed to eat in the living room in front of the TV, but Dad said she couldn’t do that anymore because of the rug.
“Please Daddy, I’ll be really careful,” she begged. He gave her a look like she better make sure of it.
Ready for bed in Daddy’s favorite pink nightgown, she carried a bowl of cereal from the kitchen and parked herself in front of the TV, Dad on the couch behind her, reading a book.
She had crossed her legs and happily ate as she watched the tube. When she uncrossed her legs, her foot hit the edge of the cereal bowl and it dumped all over. Before she could even register that milk was seeping into the rug, he had hoisted her up over his shoulders. Her stomach dropped down between her thighs and a tingle of fear pricked her vagina, while she was being hauled off to her room. He flung her onto her bed and was on her like an angry grizzly. Her ruffled nightie had come up when she bounced onto the bed and the spanking he administered was hard and fast, leaving her backside stinging and red. He slammed the door shut when he left, closing her inside her room.
She pulled the thick white comforter over herself and stared at the ceiling through teary eyes in the moonlit darkness. She listened to him cursing in the living room and running the vacuum. Soon, she heard the bathroom door shut and then the water was running. The sound of the shower started to lull her to sleep. By the time the shower stopped, she had drifted off to a place where swirling thoughts stopped making sense. Somewhere, far away, she heard a low grunt and was pulled back to consciousness. Suddenly she was wide awake, her hearing hypersensitive. Was that her father? She quietly pulled back her blankets and tiptoed to the wall adjacent to her father’s bedroom and silently put her ear to the wall. She heard it again. A low grunt and a hard sucking in of air. Janie stood fascinated, with her face pressed to the wall listening to her father. She climbed back in bed and pulled up the warm covers. Seemingly with a mind of its own, her hand slid down her belly and gripped her vagina, rubbing the wetness around her clit. She spread her legs, and arched her back. Her breathing quickened until she finally, silently, erupted into a rippling orgasm.
“I'm very disappointed in you,” he chastised. “As long as you are living under my roof, you will follow my rules.”
“Of course, Daddy. I'm so sorry. I won't talk to him ever again, I promise.” Her eyes were brimming with tears.
“I don’t think I can trust you, now,” he muttered, sitting next to her on the couch. “I just can’t have you continue to live at home if you’re going to be sneaking around behind my back.”
“Please don’t say that,” she showered him with kisses and hugs. “Please forgive me. I promise I’ll be good.” She sat next to him and rubbed his shoulder and looked at him with her wide eyes, genuinely worried at how angry he was with her.
“Don’t be mad,” she pleaded. She shifted her body slightly and bent over his lap, offering her bottom to be punished. “Please, daddy.”
He leaned back with his daughter over his lap, contemplating what to do with her gesture. He looked at her smooth legs splayed out behind her, the folds of her skirt barely covering the swell of her buttocks and he ached to touch her.
She was his daughter, he was allowed to punish her as he saw fit. She was wrong to go behind his back and needed to be taught a lesson and it was his responsibility to do it.
“Please Daddy,” she whined.
After an eternity, he reached out, fingered her skirt and slowly bunched it up in his fist, watching it slide up over her ass.
“I don’t ever want to check the phone records again and see his number. Is that understood?”
He delivered a sound smack on her cheek and she let out a little moan.
“It won’t ever happen again!” she squirmed. He smacked her again and pulled her up higher onto his lap. He subtly ground his hips up into the side of her body. Blow by blow, she writhed and jerked, making feminine little grunts. He concentrated on slapping her behind, delivering a sound punishment.
In the heat of the moment, he yanked her panties down to her thighs and she let out a sharp gasp. With each rapid swat, he hit closer and closer to the space between her legs and she was panting with pain. She let one leg fall to the floor, opening up the glistening wet spot between her legs. He couldn't help but let one blow land between her legs, splashing his fingers into her pussy lips. She moaned loudly and he pushed her off of his lap. Grasping her shoulders, he stared at her beautiful face with a look of shock and longing. She kneeled between his legs and held his stare. She cuddled up to him, leaned her head into him, and stroked his face. Her underwear was still around her thighs under her skirt. She looked up at him with a repentant look and kissed his cheek.
“I'm so sorry, Daddy,” and she pecked him on the lips, “Please forgive me.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, her face right up to his face and she intentionally kissed him on the lips again. Keeping eye contact with him, she let her lips linger on his mouth, giving him soft kisses over and over. On the last kiss, she let her little tongue slip over his lips. He grabbed her by the shoulders again and held her back. He saw the wanton look in her eyes and hesitated for a brief moment before he blissfully caved in to the desire. Father and daughter kissed, tongues feeling, reaching, tasting each other with fervor. She unbuttoned her blouse and shimmied out of the arms, her underwear falling to her knees. He watched her slip out of her top, kneeling in front of him, naked except for her skirt. She reached out and took his large hands and put them on her full breasts and held them there with her tiny hands over his. He rubbed his fingers over the softness of them.
“Oh, Daddy,” she said in a pained, breathy voice. She climbed up his body, losing her underwear off one leg and straddled him. He greedily kissed down her neck, gripping her small body, squeezing and rolling his hands around the soft flesh of her back, pulling her bare chest into his face, lovingly licking and sucking her pink nipples while she squealed and whimpered in pleasure. It was quiet in the house and the only sounds were the ones coming from their passion.
She daringly moved her hands to the bulge in his pants and sucked in a little gasp. She appreciatively rubbed the hardness that she found there, thrusting her hips forward, grinding her vagina against his erection. He slipped his hands around her hips and massaged her naked ass under her skirt, his fingers plunging deeper and deeper towards the middle, feeling the plump wetness of her silky smooth vagina. She held onto his neck, moaning and rotating her hips around, trying to manipulate his fingers to plunge deeper into her center.
She pulled back off of his lap and kneeled in front of him, tugging at his pants until they came off. She grabbed his rock hard penis with both fists and licked it all over, from top to bottom.
“Oh, daddy!” She opened her mouth wide and lovingly sucked him and tried to swallow him whole. He could see their reflection in the blackness of the wide screen TV and watched his daughter’s head bobbing up and down on his penis, listening to her mouth make sucking noises. He pulled her skirt up and drank in the image of her shapely ass bent over him. He stood up, held her hair back and lovingly fucked her face, and she opened her mouth wider, taking him down her throat.
He stepped out of his pants and pulled her up to standing. She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders. He lifted one of her legs and then picked her up. She wrapped her legs around him, his penis poking her ass, and carried her to her bedroom, feeling her wet vagina against his abdomen.
He laid her down onto her back on her bed and fingered her pussy. She lifted her legs and spread them for him, pulling her knees apart with her hands.
“Oh Daddy!” He pushed his tongue into her sex and massaged her stiffened clit until she almost cried. He kneeled over her and placed his throbbing penis into the wetness spread before him. She gasped and grabbed onto his neck and pulled him into her. She let out a cry and he grunted because his dick slid all the way up her vagina. He fucked her, rocking his body back and forth.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” she said in a breathy voice. She was spread open and thrusting her clit against his shaft each time he pushed in. The pressure filled her up and his large penis pushed through the tight ring of her vaginal muscles.
“Ooooyeah,” she breathed out in a high pitched girly voice. “Fuck me, Daddy. I want you!”
He lifted her leg and hooked his arm around her knee and drove his hips hard and fast, bouncing in and out of her. He felt a heated knot form deep in his testicles, signaling that he was about to come.
In a low voice he grunted, “You’re mine to fuck. You’re my little girl. That pussy belongs to me. Let Daddy have that pussy, give me that pussy.”
“It’s your pussy, Daddy!” she yelped and exploded in an orgasm.
He came inside his little girl and she bucked under him, taking him in and pulling him deeper, as his orgasm ripped through him.
