Daughter Discovers Daddy

He noticed the light from underneath her door as he walked down the hall to use the bathroom. Returning, he stopped outside her door, listening. She was supposed to be asleep at this hour, and he had just reminded her again this morning over breakfast not to stay up this late. She was headstrong and rebellious during the three weeks she had been living with him, and now he well understood why his ex-wife had shipped her off to him. But this was going to end.

Quickly opening the door and stepping into the room, his eyes took in the entire scene before locking stares with her.

"What the hell are you doing?" He growled and walked quickly across the room. Standing beside her bed, towering over her defiant glare, his anger suffused his face, giving his tan skin a ruddy complexion beneath his graying stubble.

"I don't think you understood me this morning. I said bedtime begins at 9 o'clock. Sharp. What part did you not understand?"

"Oh Daddy, grow up. I'm a big girl, and I don't like you treating me like a baby. Now get out of my room, and next time knock before you come in."

His wide eyes and flaring nostrils betrayed his otherwise cool demeanor, but inside he was boiling. Cupping his mouth with his right hand, the thumb and finger sliding down, wiping his lips before slipping off his chin, he carefully studied his daughter. A slow, wicked grin grew upon his face.

"Hmmmmm...."

He let that hang for a few seconds.

"Quit staring at me and get out!!"

Suddenly reaching down with his right hand and yanking her covers off he saw her scramble to cover her immodestly covered panties.

"DADDY!!!"

"Quiet." He slapped her across the left cheek, stunning her into silence. "You will NOT talk to me like that. NEVER AGAIN. Do you understand?"

"What are you doing?" Her lower lip trembled as tears welled up in her eyes. "Why did you hit me?" Anger started growing inside her. "I'm going to tell Mommy."

That was it.

He was at the very edge and clung to his core beliefs as the only way to save this hopeless situation.

He slapped her again.

"No, you won't."

Roughly grabbing her jaw with his right hand, he pushed her back into the downy pillow.

"She doesn't want you anymore; you've pissed her off. And I can see why."

Squeezing her smooth cheeks till her pouty lips pursed between his thumb and forefinger, he held her in silence as his lecture continued.

"But your game won't fly here. It's time you began your education. From here forward, you WILL be a Good Girl. Every time you misbehave, I shall punish you accordingly."

He released her mouth and stood to his full height.

"And we will begin right now."

She stared up at him in dumb fear.

"Turn over, daughter. Get on your hands and knees."

* * * * *

He impatiently glared at her as she lay there sprawled upon her bed with her t-shirt bunched up over her hips, her wet fingertips touching her left cheek where his handprint glowed red hot against her otherwise magnolia white skin. She was numb, frozen in place by fear. What had been a normal fantasy/masturbation session had now turned into a fantasy nightmare, and she did not know what to do. This man, her daddy, towered next to her bed, threatening her after already slapping her face.

She hardly knew him after living full-time with her mother the last 9 years, and she still had trouble thinking of him as her daddy; hell, she had been fantasizing about Him when, out of the blue, he had barged into her room almost catching her with her fingers inside her wet, smooth snatch. And here he was demanding that she get on her hands and knees, presumably so he could spank her or god knows what else?!? Biting her lower lip, she half-hoped/half-feared what was going through her mind.

She wondered what he was thinking.

"Now," he hissed.

Visibly trembling, she turned left, away from him. He watched her turn, seeing most of her panty-clad ass exposed before he t-shirt slid down to cover it. She hid her face from him as she climbed up onto her knees; her hair fell down, covering her face as she leaned up on her arms, kneeling in front of him as ordered.

"Daddy," she whispered.

"Shhh. Let me look at you."

His eyes slowly travelled her body, and even though she could not see him, she felt his glance and burned with a mixture of shame and lust. She could feel every part of her body; her nipples were now swollen hard and ached with a desire that was echoed in her throbbing cunt. Goosebumps prickled her creamy thighs, and she wondered if he could see how aroused she was. Another shiver coursed through her tiny body.

"Oh god," she silently screamed. "Please, Daddy."

His left hand touched her right thigh, startling her. His callused palm seared her smooth skin as it slid up, pushing the t-shirt higher, exposing her panties once more. She clenched her thighs together, rubbing her swollen lips as her daddy hungrily ogled her derriere. She rested her forehead on the pillow, pushing her ass higher, offering it to him. When his right fingers hooked in her panty waist and tugged them down, she released her breath, slightly wiggling her now completely exposed bottom.

She was not prepared when that same right hand suddenly smacked her round, creamy skin.

"DADDDDYYYYY!!!"

Again he spanked his long-lost daughter, and the force of his blow flattened her flesh, leaving the unmistakeable red outline of his hand in her otherwise pale skin.

"I said QUIET!!!"

* * * * *

His daughter kneeled on all fours before him, her pale white derriere high in the air, the red imprint of his right hand glowing where he had spanked her. Her wailing echoed off her poster-clad bedroom walls as tears streamed down her flush cheeks. She was horribly confused and could not understand how things had come to this; she was a "princess" and never, NEVER, had suffered any humiliation even remotely approaching this.

To make matters worse, she could feel her bald cunny pulsing as that familiar tingle coursed outward from her hardening clitty. She felt so ashamed and mortified that her own father first would even spank her, and then she, apparently, enjoyed it. Tangy, tasty juices trailed down her inner thighs, and she prayed that he would not notice.

Again his hand slapped her reddening ass, sending a jolt thru her young body, electrifying both nubbins on her puffy aureoles and causing her butt cheeks to clench against her pink star. Her mind was awash in ecstasy, the pain/pleasure causing stars to flash behind her closed eyelids. Heeding his admonition, she bit her lower lip to stifle her cries and silently accepted his punishment.

If he only knew how much she enjoyed it.

"You've been a bitch, little missy, and I am NOT going to put up with your attitude."

His hand cracked against her soft flesh as he emphasized each sentence as if he were beating the message into her. She had stopped jerking at his blows; instead she subtly lifted her sensitized derriere up, giving him a better target. Her hair hid her face, or he would have seen her tongue slowly lick her lips in satisfaction as he continued to blister her ass.

She egged him on. "Fuck you, asshole."

His blood boiled in his brain, pushing him towards the edge, and he increased both tempo and force. Her tiny body shook beneath his blows as he grabbed her hair, causing her back to arch gracefully.

"Fucking bitch...I'll...teach....you....."

A low moan escaped her pouty lips and continued to grow as his fury assailed her heart-shaped butt.

"I didn't believe your mother. But she is right; you're nothing but a cockteasing slut. And I HATE cockteasers."

With that he stepped back; his eyes roamed over her youthful body, admiring his handiwork. Only then did he notice the look of ecstasy on her face. It took a moment to register, but then his eyes travelled down her body, noting the tell-tale hard nipples. Now that he noticed, he could see her mons was swollen, her slit was engorged, and she was even oozing down her clenched thighs.

That was enough to bring him back from the fog-filled anger that had almost consumed him. A cold fury settled upon him. He was angry at her behavior and even angrier that she had aroused him. His right hand cupped his swollen package as he considered his options.

Slowly he removed his belt.

"I think we have something to discuss, little girl."

* * * * *

The jingle of the belt buckle caught her attention. Thru the spanking-induced craze, she heard the change in his tone and wondered at it. Kneeling as she was, her red hair splayed across her lacy pillow cover covering her face, she could not see her father but wanted him to continue. She felt so deliciously wicked wiggling her naked derriere in front of her daddy, and the feel of his bare palm whipping her soft flesh had driven her lust to new heights. She could feel her juices oozing down her pale thighs, cooling the further down they dripped. Although her nightshirt covered them, her nipples ached for his rough treatment, reflecting the burning in her throbbing clit.

"I'm not a slut, Daddy. I swear it. I'm still a virgin. I've never had sex with anyone."

His cock twitched at that thought. She was still a virgin. And he was now determined to take her, his own daughter...however necessary.

He leaned down to hiss in her left ear. "Just because you say you're a virgin, and I doubt that you are one, doesn't mean you're not a fucking tease." His right fingers tangled in her luxurious red mane, tilting her face up and sideways. It was then he saw her lust-filled eyes...the blush of her cheeks which had creeped down her delectable throat...her enticing pouty pink lips.....his suspicions were confirmed.

His own daughter was turned on by her Daddy.

"I think it's time we found out the truth."

Her eyes snapped wide open as she locked gaze with her daddy, a mix of fear and lust wracking her tiny body, sending shivers down her spine. Her anus clenched with anticipation. She seductively licked her lips, trying to entice him. Her gaze travelled to his parted robe where she could see his erection, brazenly staring at it, her sinuous toungetip now elongating, curling in a come-hither flick. His eyes followed her gaze, and his cock twitched knowing she was gawking at it.

He hissed, "Cunt. You want to act the part, then let's see just how far you'll go."

* * * * *

She looked directly into his eyes. All fear had been burned away by the fury of his spanks, and her green eyes sparkled with these new-found lustful urges...urges that only her daddy could quench.

"Daddy..."

Her whisper was almost inaudible...and all the more erotic for it.

"I'll do anything you ask. I...I want you, Daddy."

She lowered her gaze and missed how his eyes widened with intensity...his nostrils flaring. He re-appraised her...there was no denying her incredible sexiness. His own throbbing erection attested to her attractiveness despite the fact that she was his own daughter. Previously rebellious and sassy, she now seemed compliant almost begging him to take her. He was still leery. He yanked her hair, forcing her to look him in the eye again. He decided to force her.

"What do you mean, slut?"

"Dadddddyyyyy."

She arched her neck from the pain, unconsciously exposing her flush skin which caught the gaze of his hazel eyes.

"Oh gawd...oh gawd....Daddy...Daddy please...."

She bit her lower lip from a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her reddened derreire convulsed as her pink star squeezed in anticipation.

"Say it. Say EXACTLY what you want, you cockteasing cunt."

He jerked her hair again.

"And maybe...just maybe, Daddy will take care of his little girl."

* * * * *

Her voice was barely audible. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she shivered beneath her daddy's lusful gaze. Goosebumps raised again across her foreaarms and back as she felt the heat radiating from his throbbing erection.

"Daddy."

He struggled not to grab her hips and plunge his purple cock deep in his young daughter's swollen slit.

Leaning down, he hissed into her ear, "Yes, my little slut."

She flushed deeper to hear his deep baritone talk this way. Her pussy contracted in anticipation. She arched her back even more, trying to further enflame her daddy's lust.

"Fuck me, Daddy."

A wicked grin spread across his face.

"Fuck your Baby Slut."

He released her hair, the silky tresses falling gracefully across her shoulders as she rested her head on the pillow, offering her reddened derriere to Him. His long right forefinger slowly teased down her spine, sending more shivers thru her taut body.

"Good Girl."

Her small smile was hidden beneath her hair.

"I knew my little girl could say it." His fingernail slid across the soft down of her lower back.

"Daddy is proud of you, Kitten." His middle finger slid along the crack of her firm, smooth ass.

"And I think you shall enjoy this." His large hand caressed her cheeks.

"I know I shall."

The room echoed with the sound of his right hand slapping her ass. Her head jerked off the pillows, her auburn tresses flying backwards as she arched her neck in pleasure. He noticed the light from underneath her door as he walked down the hall to use the bathroom. Returning, he stopped outside her door, listening. She was supposed to be asleep at this hour, and he had just reminded her again this morning over breakfast not to stay up this late. She was headstrong and rebellious during the three weeks she had been living with him, and now he well understood why his ex-wife had shipped her off to him. But this was going to end.

Quickly opening the door and stepping into the room, his eyes took in the entire scene before locking stares with her.

"What the hell are you doing?" He growled and walked quickly across the room. Standing beside her bed, towering over her defiant glare, his anger suffused his face, giving his tan skin a ruddy complexion beneath his graying stubble.

"I don't think you understood me this morning. I said bedtime begins at 9o'clock. Sharp. What part did you not understand?"

"Oh Daddy, grow up. I'm a big girl, and I don't like you treating me like a baby. Now get out of my room, and next time knock before you come in."

His wide eyes and flaring nostrils betrayed his otherwise cool demeanor, but inside he was boiling. Cupping his mouth with his right hand, the thumb and finger sliding down, wiping his lips before slipping off his chin, he carefully studied his daughter. A slow, wicked grin grew upon his face.

"Hmmmmm...."

He let that hang for a few seconds.

"Quit staring at me and get out!!"

Suddenly reaching down with his right hand and yanking her covers off he saw her scramble to cover her immodestly covered panties.

"DADDY!!!"

"Quiet." He slapped her across the left cheek, stunning her into silence. "You will NOT talk to me like that. NEVER AGAIN. Do you understand?"

"What are you doing?" Her lower lip trembled as tears welled up in her eyes. "Why did you hit me?" Anger started growing inside her. "I'm going to tell Mommy."

That was it.

He was at the very edge and clung to his core beliefs as the only way to save this hopeless situation.

He slapped her again.

"No, you won't."

Roughly grabbing her jaw with his right hand, he pushed her back into the downy pillow.

"She doesn't want you anymore; you've pissed her off. And I can see why."

Squeezing her smooth cheeks til her pouty lips pursed between his thumb and forefinger, he held her in silence as his lecture continued.

"But your game won't fly here. It's time you began your education. From here forward, you WILL be a Good Girl. Every time you misbehave, I shall punish you accordingly."

He released her mouth and stood to his full height.

"And we will begin right now."

She stared up at him in dumb fear.

"Turn over, daughter. Get on your hands and knees."

* * * * *

He impatiently glared at her as she lay there sprawled upon her bed with her t-shirt bunched up over her hips, her wet fingertips touching her left cheek where his handprint glowed red hot against her otherwise magnolia white skin. She was numb, frozen in place by fear. What had been a normal fantasy/masturbation session had now turned into a fantasy nightmare, and she did not know what to do. This man, her daddy, towered next to her bed, threatening her after already slapping her face.

She hardly knew him after living full-time with her mother the last 9 years, and she still had trouble thinking of him as her daddy; hell, she had been fantasizing about Him when, out of the blue, he had barged into her room almost catching her with her fingers inside her wet, smooth snatch. And here he was demanding that she get on her hands and knees, presumably so he could spank her or god knows what else?!? Biting her lower lip, she half-hoped/half-feared what was going through her mind.

She wondered what he was thinking.

"Now," he hissed.

Visibly trembling, she turned left, away from him. He watched her turn, seeing most of her panty-clad ass exposed before he t-shirt slid down to cover it. She hid her face from him as she climbed up onto her knees; her hair fell down, covering her face as she leaned up on her arms, kneeling in front of him as ordered.

"Daddy," she whispered.

"Shhh. Let me look at you."

His eyes slowly travelled her body, and even though she could not see him, she felt his glance and burned with a mixture of shame and lust. She could feel every part of her body; her nipples were now swollen hard and ached with a desire that was echoed in her throbbing cunt. Goosebumps prickled her creamy thighs, and she wondered if he could see how aroused she was. Another shiver coursed through her tiny body.

"Oh god," she silently screamed. "Please, Daddy."

His left hand touched her right thigh, startling her. His callused palm seared her smooth skin as it slid up, pushing the t-shirt higher, exposing her panties once more. She clenched her thighs together, rubbing her swollen lips as her daddy hungrily oogled her derriere. She rested her forehead on the pillow, pushing her ass higher, offering it to him. When his right fingers hooked in her panty waist and tugged them down, she released her breath, slightly wiggling her now completely exposed bottom.

She was not prepared when that same right hand suddenly smacked her round, creamy skin.

"DADDDDYYYYY!!!"

Again he spanked his long-lost daughter, and the force of his blow flattened her flesh, leaving the unmistakeable red outline of his hand in her otherwise pale skin.

"I said QUIET!!!"

* * * * *

His daughter kneeled on all fours before him, her pale white derriere high in the air, the red imprint of his right hand glowing where he had spanked her. Her wailing echoed off her poster-clad bedroom walls as tears streamed down her flush cheeks. She was horribly confused and could not understand how things had come to this; she was a "princess" and never, NEVER, had suffered any humiliation even remotely approaching this.

To make matters worse, she could feel her bald cunny pulsing as that familiar tingle coursed outward from her hardening clitty. She felt so ashamed and mortified that her own father first would even spank her, and then she, apparently, enjoyed it. Tangy, tasty juices trailed down her inner thighs, and she prayed that he would not notice.

Again his hand slapped her reddening ass, sending a jolt thru her young body, electrifying both nubbins on her puffy aureoles and causing her butt cheeks to clench against her pink star. Her mind was awash in ecstasy,the pain/pleasure causing stars to flash behind her closed eyelids. Heeding his admonition, she bit her lower lip to stifle her cries and silently accepted his punishment.

If he only knew how much she enjoyed it.