Dad Teaches Daughter a Lesson

by LadynStFreknBed©

"Ok, Dad. I'm going out. I'll be back by one o'clock," Sarah said as she walked ran down the stairs.

Jack put down his newspaper and glanced at his daughter. "Wait a minute! What are you wearing?"

Sarah liked to show off her body. She was wearing a black leather corset and silky, black skirt. Her long blonde hair bounced on her bare shoulders as she ran down the stairs. She wore her favorite thigh high leather boots, which she had worked all summer to be able to afford. At the bottom of the stairs, she paused and rolled her eyes at her father.

"Daddy, I'm 19 years old! You can't tell me what to wear anymore," Sarah whined. "Besides, I'm just going out with Charlotte."

"Sarah, your outfit is ridiculous! You can't be dressing like a common whore and expect respect from any man."

"Oh, Daddy," Sarah whined. She turned and walked out the front door.

"What am I going to do with her," Jack said to himself. He raised his newspaper back up, but his mind was elsewhere. His little girl was definitely all grown up, but that didn't mean that she no longer needed guidance from her dad. Jack contemplated how he might get through to Sarah before something awful happened to her. "What if she went to a club, and a man seized an opportunity either in the club or on the street to rape her?" he thought.

His mind began to wander, imagining Sarah walking on a city street. He pictured some stranger grabbing her and pulling her into an alley. The stranger might pin her against the brick wall of a building and stroke her breasts as they were already practically spilled over the top of her corset. He imagined himself hungrily kissing and nibbling those breasts. He pictured her pouty lips and her eyes wide with terror as she struggled to free herself. He didn't think that her breasts would remain secure in her corset if she struggled. How he would love to take her nipples into his mouth to suck and bite them.

He thought about sliding his hand up her bare thighs and reaching under her skirt. He'd rip off whatever panties he found on her, if she even wore panties. He'd continue to hold her hands above her head, keeping her pinned against the wall with his body as he opened his pants. He'd show her what it meant to dress so invitingly!

"Wait a minute!" Jack was startled to realize that somewhere during his thinking of his daughter in danger, the stranger had been replaced by himself. Jack had started to imagine what it would be like to rape his own daughter! What's worse is that he felt aroused by those images.

Jack stood up and started pacing. "Maybe I'm being too hard on myself. Sarah is an attractive girl and I'm a healthy man," he rationalized. He couldn't get those images out of his head. He gave himself a headache trying to figure out what to do about Sarah.

"If my wife was still alive, she would know what to do," he complained to himself. He sat down in his chair and tried to focus on his newspaper again. He decided that he would stay up and talk to Sarah when she returned.

For the next three hours, his thoughts would alternate between concern of what to say to his daughter and shame for his fantasy of raping her. He continued to try to dismiss the importance of his slip up of imagining raping his daughter. Periodically, he would turn on the television or try to read, but he was too distracted to concentrate on either one.

At about 12:30, he heard Sarah's car pull into the driveway. Jack had still not decided what to say to her. Sarah was surprised to see her father still awake when she entered the house.

"Daddy! You're still up?" she asked.

"Yes, Baby, I had a lot on my mind. I really need to talk to you," he said.

"What's wrong?" Sarah said as she hurried to his side. She knelt down beside his chair. Jack had to consciously focus on her gleaming, blue eyes to avoid staring at her cleavage.

"Baby, it's about how you dress..."

"Daddy!" Sarah said as she stood up and stepped away from her father. "Daddy, it's not a big deal, really!"

"Honey, I think it is. I believe that you know what men think about when they see you dressed like this. You're not a child. You know, and maybe this is even your goal, I mean, are you trying to get yourself raped?"

"Dad, I can handle myself. No man could take advantage of me. I'm not like one of those wimpy victim-types."

"If a man grabbed you when you least expected it and pinned you against a wall or on the ground, you would not be able to fight him off."

"Yes, I could. I'd just kick him in the balls. I had that self-defense class in school, ya know."

"Just because you think you can handle yourself is no reason to invite danger," Jack explained.

"Daddy, don't worry. I'll be fine," she said as she shrugged.

Jack was frustrated. Looking at his daughter dressed like that, he knew exactly what went through any straight man's head who saw her. "How can I get through to her?" he wondered.

Jack stood up and approached her. She stood about a foot away from the wall. "I need a drink. You want something?" he asked.

Before she could answer, he rushed her and pinned her to the wall. He had her arms above her head, just as he imagined before. He had his hip wedged tightly against her.

"What are you going to do now?" he asked.

Sarah struggled to free herself. Jack remembered thinking that if she struggled, her corset would never hold her young, full breasts. He felt himself tighten his grip, forcing her to struggle harder. She squirmed under his hold.

"I thought you could handle yourself," Jack provoked.

She tried using her whole body to escape. Just as Jack thought, both her breasts were soon exposed. Jack looked into her eyes, watching her embarrassment. "Maybe that will teach her," he thought. But, Jack knew his daughter well. He knew how stubborn she is, so he continued the lesson.

Jack could feel his body reacting to the provocative scene in front of him. As she struggled, he decided to make the real threat known.

"Pretend that I'm some stranger who just grabbed you off the street. How are you going to get away?" he asked. "I'm doing this for your own good."

With that, he lowered his head to her breasts and forcefully kissed and sucked them. He took a nipple into his mouth, biting it and flicking it with his tongue. Sarah stopped struggling. Jack looked into his daughter's wide eyes.

"What else would the stranger do, Daddy?" Sarah whispered.

Holding her wrists above her head with one hand, he grabbed her breasts with the other. He handled her breasts roughly. He moved his hand down her corset and into her skirt. He caressed her bare pussy.

"Just as I suspected, no panties," he said to himself. His cock was aching for attention. He felt it pressing against his pants.

Jack slid a finger into her moist slit. He pressed against his daughter's clit. Sarah moaned. Jack looked at her pouty lips and just had to kiss them. He forcefully pressed his lips against hers, stealing a deep kiss. As he kissed her, he rubbed her clit hard. His kiss stifled her moans.

Sarah began to struggle again. Jack tighten his grip on her wrists. He removed his hand from inside her skirt. With his hip wedged against her tightly, he opened his pants.

"Do you want to see what you do to men? Do you want to see what happens to slutty little girls?" Jack asked in a husky voice.

"Oh, Daddy. You going to teach your little slut a lesson?" Sarah cooed.

"You bet I am," Jack said. "Better me than some guy who will slit your throat when he's done with you."

He lifted her skirt and stepped into her. Forcing her thighs apart, he pushed her upwards against the wall and thrust himself into her. She gasped and moaned in delight.

Jack slammed his cock into his daughter's tight, wet pussy. A shiver went through him. He was surprised by the intensity of his arousal. He pounded that pussy like a sex-starved maniac. It didn't take long for him to cum. He released his daughter, who then collapsed on the floor in her own shuddering orgasm.

Jack zipped up his pants and walked away from her. He wanted her to feel what it was like for a man to be done with her. He sat down on his chair and looked away from her.

She stood up, adjusting her clothing. She staggered over to her daddy. She reached out to stroke his cheek. He grabbed her wrist and pushed it away.

"If you continue to dress like that, men will use you and throw you away. Go to bed," he demanded.

Sarah hung her head and slowly walked upstairs.