Hickory, Dickory, Dock

The mouse ran up the clock

The clock struck one

The mouse ran down

Hickory, Dickory, Dock

Even today I enjoy this one ☝

One of life's little mysteries is why creatures the size of human teenagers, and even adults, are afraid of creatures the size of mice. And yet it's a fact that some people will be frightened shi... witless at the sight of a tiny little mouse.

Take Debbie Simpson, she is in senior year of high school, for example. When a little grey house mouse scuttled out from behind the grandfather clock in the hallway she let out the most piercing shriek you can imagine. A blood-curdling shriek. The sort of shriek that would send shivers up the spines of the dead (if they still had spines, that is).

Debbie's shriek of terror was followed a split second later by a loud thud and then a string of obscenities from the kitchen. The obscenities came from the mouth of Debbie's father, and the thud was the sound of his head hitting the underside of the kitchen sink when he'd heard that shriek. He'd been under there for the last half hour trying to rescue a very valuable diamond ring belonging to Debbie's mother from the drain pipe. Why Debbie's mother would want to wash the vegetables while wearing an expensive diamond ring is another story, so we won't go there....

Still reeling from the impact, and with stars in his eyes, Mr Simpson staggered out to the hallway, sort of ready to rescue his daughter from the peril that had drawn that shriek of terror.

"W-what's the matter?" he slurred.

"D-daddy, it was a mouse! I-It came from behind the clock" said Debbie in a voice that was halfway between a shriek and a sob.

"A mouse?" asked Mr Simpson in a rising tone of incredulity.

"Yes Daddy" the still frightened little girl replied.

"Do you mean to tell me" Mr Simpson began, "that I had to hit my head and pinch my fingers with the pipe wrench and drop the hammer on my toe just because you saw bloody fukking mouse?"

"Sorry Daddy, but it frightened me."

"Oh, it frightened you, did it? And now you're sorry, are you?"

"Um, yes Daddy." Debbie, but she sensed that things were not going well. Her father had a very dark and foreboding look on his face and she'd never heard him swear so much.

"Well now, I think I need to give you something to be really sorry about!" Mr Simpson said in a very loud and menacing tone.

"Daddy..." began Debbie faintly. She hadn't been physically punished very often, being the basically good teenage daughter that she was, but she remembered those few times. And she sensed that there was about to be another one.

Without another word her father seized her by the arm and dragged her to the kitchen. Sitting on a chair, he pulled his now pale and trembling daughter across his lap and, with a few deft movements, pulled off her little pink elastic-waisted shorts and white cotton panties.

"No Daddy! No, please don't spank me on my bare bottom" Debbie pleaded in a tone that almost ended on a shriek.

But avenging justice was deaf to her pleas. While one hand clamped her small body to his lap, the other came down hard on the soft rounded flesh of her juicy bottom.

"Owwww!" she shrieked. "That hurt, Daddy."

"It was meant to! And there'll be a lot more by the time I've finished with you, my daughter." Without further ado Mr Simpson laid into the teenage girl.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Went Mr Simpson's hand on Debbie's little bare bottom.

"Owwww! Owwww! Owwww!" shrieked Debbie as her tender little bottom became redder and redder and more and more sore. She sobbed out unheeded pleas for mercy and the tears flowed from her eyes and fell to the floor.

After a couple of minutes Mr Simpson paused. He was feeling very strange. Stranger than he'd ever felt before.

It wasn't just that he was breathless, or the headache he'd got from hitting his head on the sink or anything like that. The first thing he noticed was that his cock was hard inside his underpants and jeans. That wasn't strange in itself: it always got that way when he was alone with Mrs Simpson. But to get a real woody while spanking his beautiful teenage daughter's bare bottom was something new altogether.

What really knocked him for six was the sudden realisation that he wanted to feel her private parts. Yes he, Bernie Simpson, respected local accountant and volunteer bushfire fighter, wanted to feel the private parts of his own teenage daughter.

What he should have done was to give her a lecture and send her to her room to think about her wickedness, but he hesitated. And as we all know, he who hesitates is lost. He hesitated because, deep down, where he'd always pushed the black thoughts, was a desire to feel up the teenage girls. Here was an almost perfect opportunity: they were alone in the house, and would be for a while yet, and he could treat the grope as part of the punishment.

"Are y-you g-going to s-smack me any more D-Daddy?" sobbed Debbie, who was wondering about the pause in her punishment.❤

"No" said her father. "I'm going to punish you in a new way" he went on, in a much softer voice as he slowly placed his hand on her red juicy bottom. He rubbed it softly for a few minutes, marvelling at the feel of her skin. The girl had by now almost stopped sobbing and twisted her head around to see what her Daddy was doing.

"You've been a naughty girl, haven't you Debbie?" he asked her in almost a whisper, bending his face near her ear. His hand now lay still on her bottom.

"Yes Daddy. I'm sorry Daddy." She wondered why his index and middle fingers had slipped down between the tops of her thighs.

"Well now, there's a way you can show me that you really are sorry."

"Daddy?" Debbie's voice rose in pitch as she felt his fingers touch the lips of her hairless pussy. "What are you doing Daddy?"

"Making sure that you really are sorry" Bernie's mouth had gone dry and his cock was rigid inside his underpants.

"Y-your are touching me there" said the teenage girl, squirming as she tried to move her crotch away from her father's fingers, which had started to stroke her mound. He merely held her more firmly with his other hand.❤

"Oh" he replied. "Would you rather I smacked you some more? I could, you know, and even harder."

"N-no, please don't smack me any more Daddy. But...."

"But what, Debbie?"

"But.... But that's lovers touching, Daddy." This was not said with a whole lot of conviction. She was feeling very strange. It was her turn to feel stranger than she'd ever felt before. It was a sort of tickly warmth, and it began to feel quite pleasant when her father ran the tip of his finger up and down the lips of her juicy ass. She squirmed and wriggled a bit on his lap, noticing for the first time that his hard cock inside the front of his pants was pressing against her hip.

"Well now, if it's lovers touching then maybe I'd better stop and give you some more smacks."

"No Daddy, please don't smack me again. It-it's alright. You can touch me there if you want to." Without realising it she had parted her legs wider to give him better access. The way that her father's fingers ran up and down her pussy lips was making her feel all warm and tingly all through her body. What made her feel even more tingly inside was that she subconsciously knew that the hardness pressing against her hip was her father's horny cock.

Mr Simpson's maleness was more than tingling. It was hot and throbbing, and he could now feel the cool wetness of precum against the skin of his abdomen. And he could feel something that was a little bit damp; his teenage daughter's pussy.

Very carefully he slid the tip of one finger between the lips and slowly ran it up and down the length of her pink pussy slit. She squirmed and wriggled on his lap, deliciously pressing her warm weight against the hardness inside his pants, and let out a soft but deep sigh.

"Does Daddy's daughter like that?" he asked in a whisper.

"Y-yes yes yes Daddy" she moaned and replied in what was almost a gasp.

"You like me touching your pussy?"

"No Daddy. I don't know Daddy. Yes Oh!"

The last exclamation was drawn from her when her father's finger pressed gently on her clitoral nub. It was so unexpectedly sensitive and she was both surprised and pleasured by this totally new sensation. Without thinking about it she parted her legs a bit more.

With a bit more room to work in, Debbie's father was able to easily press his finger a little bit deeper between her soft moist labia, and he moved it up and down between them. Up and down. Up and down, and with each stroke he pressed it against her now swollen clit. As the moments passed she became more and more excited by the overwhelming new feeling that went all through her young teenage body, gasping and moaning softly and wriggling and squirming on her Daddy's lap.

The more she wriggled and squirmed and moaned and gasped the more excited that her father became. Some of us can withstand a lot of excitement of that kind, and others can't, especially when it's something as new and illicit as feeling up your own teenage daughter. All it takes is a trigger to send the latter over the top, and thus it was with Mr Simpson.

The trigger in this case was when Debbie suddenly went rigid and a couple of spasms shook her slim frame. With a shock that her father realised she'd had an orgasm, and the shock went down his body and straight into his rigid and throbbing cock. He gasped and grunted and jerked and writhed, discharging his excitement into the inside of his underpants in a hot and thick stream. It was beyond doubt the best and most powerful climax he'd ever had.

"There, let that be a lesson to you" he said, a little breathlessly a couple of minutes later as he put his still flushed daughter off his lap. "Put your clothes back on and go.... Go and play in your room."

"Yes Daddy" said a shaken and stirred Debbie in a faint voice as she pulled her shorts and panties up.

Much to the delight of Mrs Simpson, Mr Simpson found her expensive diamond ring right where she'd left it on the dressing table in their bedroom when he went in there to change his underpants. Still, the time that he'd spent under the kitchen sink, and the minor injuries to his head, fingers and toes turned out to be a good investment. After all, hadn't he got to feel up his teenage daughter and have the best cum of his life?

Debbie, being the good daughter that she was, went to her bedroom just as she'd been told. Feeling more than a little shaken by her experience she lay down on her bed, but her bottom was a bit too sore for that so she turned over onto her tummy and lay there with her head turned to one side. Of course this meant that her juicy twat was pressed against the bed and, even though her body was light and the bed not hard, and even though it was covered by two layers of clothing, after a while nature began to take its course.

Eventually Debbie noticed the warm and snug feeling down there between her legs, right where her Daddy had been feeling her. It was nice, so she wriggled her slim little hips a bit in an instinctive reaction. That made it feel even nicer, so she wriggled some more and, because that made her feel even nicer, she wriggled a lot more and felt very much nicer.

Debbie was also a smart girl, so it didn't take her long to realize that the source of her growing pleasure was her pussy, and that she could just as easily do to herself what her father had done. Tentatively she slid her hand under herself, down inside the front of her pink shorts, down inside her thin cotton panties and closed it over her warm crotch. Oh, it felt sooo good!

"Thank you Daddy" she whispered as her little finger found her nub.... she smiled and rubbed her clitoris for a while before she finally released her girlie juices on her fingers.

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