McKenzie's Turn Pt. 01

I pout at him. "No! Fourteen plus two is sixteen, not eighteen!" I cry despairingly.

"I told you that you would get two more for each time that I have to repeat myself..." he replies calmly, then he scoots backward on the sofa and drapes his arms along the back as if lounging with friends instead of discussing the reddening of my ass. "I repeated myself at the end of that warning and you've just sassed me, again. Want to push for twenty?"

I take my lower lip between my teeth and shake my head, then hurry to pull the drapes across our living room windows; I stare out into the street as I walk along the picture window, glance at my neighbor in her garden across the way, and shake my head at how normal that is compared to what I am currently preparing for. I'm already soaking wet as I pull the drapes so that the window is completely covered, then wrap my arms around myself protectively as I turn back to face my Father; I wasn't cold before this moment, but now I'm chilled to the bone.

My Father has only spanked me three times before this: the first time was when I was thirteen and it was because I dared to put make up on for school when I knew that it wasn't approved until I was sixteen, the second time was the day of my sixteenth birthday because he had caught me kissing a boy at the bus stop after school when he surprised me with a rare pick up. (We lived a short twenty minute direct-route public bus ride from the school, why waste the gas?) The third time was the week after my eighteenth birthday.

I had forgotten a towel when I went to shower and decided to risk a mad dash to my bedroom only for my Father to be right there in the hallway between me and my bedroom door. I hadn't even tried to cover myself, I was that shocked to see him there. I hadn't even fought back when he had grabbed my bicep to practically drag me by the arm to my bedroom; I hadn't said a word when he closed and locked my door, then dragged me toward my bed. I had gasped when he pulled me down over his knees and again when his hand made first contact to my bare ass.

I had bitten my lip to keep from crying out when his hand rained down blow after blow while calling me awful names and telling me that he had raised me better than I was behaving. I stopped feeling pain around the fifth or sixth slap to my flesh, my pussy blooming between my legs. I remember moaning and him pausing a second before a felt a lump beneath my belly; I remember adjusting myself a second before he spanked me, again, harder. I didn't moan that time, but I felt my pussy creaming and waited for the next hit.

He had dumped me from his lap after fifteen slaps to my ass and stormed from my room.

I didn't like it either of the first two times way back then, but that third time...I pout hoping to convince my Father that I'm not looking forward to this and glance at him as I await my next instruction; my head tilts as I examine my Father in what looks to be a relaxed state, slouching backward with his arms on the couch that way. I examine his sun-kissed, almost Hispanic-looking skin tone on a corded neck. I allow my eyes to drift over the fitted white t-shirt, follow the rise and curve of firm pectoral muscles downward toward a defined six-pack. My eyes, as if of their own accord, settle over the limp length of his manhood as it rests along his thigh beneath the jeans pulling taught over thickly muscular thighs.

Fuck. My Dad's hot...

I want this so badly!

"McKenzie." he growls angrily and snaps me out of my daze. "That's twenty."

I pout, again, but say nothing; I can't believe I thought he was hot! He's an asshole.

A hot asshole...

"On your stomach, McKenzie." he commands and pats his thighs like he used to when I was little and he was inviting me to sit on his lap for another one of his far-away-land stories; except now, it wasn't to tell me a story. "That's already twice that I've said it. You were disrespectfully off in la la land the first time. If there's a third time, I'll skip to twenty-five, McKenzie." he warns as he watches my face through narrowed eyes.

I swallow hard, then hurry to comply; I step forward and glance down at his thick thighs. I lick my lips, my stomach fluttering with nervous butterflies as I sit on the sofa beside him; I watch him scoot his hips all the way back to make more room for me on his lap, then I lick my lips once more and lean to my left to drape my body over his lap. I adjust myself until my stomach is on his thighs instead of squishing my boobs between us, then I scoot backward until my left hip is pressed firmly against his tight abdomen; my eyes widen when I feel myself growing wetter and I am positively horrified by that reaction.

I gasp when my Father reaches for the tight-fitting hem of my skirt; it won't budge.

"Off." he barks, then practically shoves me off of his lap.

I land hard on my knees, but the floor is carpeted. I quickly rise to my feet, my face turning blood red as I reach for the rear zipper on my pleather mini skirt. I wish that I hadn't worn the g string now, thinking that I was going to fuck my boyfriend at Shayenne's house last night only for him to pull a no-show. I blush even worse as I slide the skirt to the floor and step out of it; I know that my dampening pussy is covered by the black crotch, but the instant that I lay on my Father's lap? Full ass flashing and, Lord, if he can smell my arousal...

"Twenty five, then?" he growls in warning.

I shake my head, then hurry to place myself back on his lap as I was before.

"What the fuck are you wearing?!" he growls and grabs the tiny string at the top, near my lower back; he raises it, pulls at the string until it pops from between my plump ass cheeks. "What the fuck kind of whore panties are these?!" he demands as he pulls it even higher as if that will show him the thin straps clearer. "Who bought you this...this...ass floss?!"

I blush worse and struggle to breathe; the way he's pulling it has the front of the cloth pressing against the pulsing bundle of nerves at the top of my femininity and I'm getting even more aroused, even more wet between my legs. "I...I bought them with birthday money..." I confess because I know that he was waiting for an answer. "I thought they were sexier than the cotton briefs that I used to wear. More grown up..." I admit quietly.

His left hand grips my chin and he turns me to look up at him awkwardly. "Sexy for whom?"

My eyes widen with fear. "M-m-myself, Daddy." I stutter nervously.

"Don't lie to me, little girl!" he warns through narrowed eyes.

"I swear, Daddy!" I cry out, then I gasp when he releases his grip with both hands a second before his right hand crashes down to my right ass cheek; the slap of his palm to my bare flesh echoes like thunder in the quiet house a brief moment before the sting burns along my nerve endings to register as pain in my brain. I struggle to take my next breath, lay my palms flatly on the couch cushion above my head. Now I know that he's pissed because that spank really hurt, I know that they will ALL hurt like that or worse, and brace myself for the next slap.

"Who is he, McKenzie?" he demands as the second, third, fourth, and fifth spanks rain down.

I almost say him because that's that truth. I bought a shit-ton of thongs and g strings the very same day that he had spanked the adult me. I bought them hoping for another day like that, like today. Can I say that to him? Can I tell him that I bought them hoping that he would see and have access to the ass that now craves his hand against it as roughly as he's touching me now?

I gasp and close my eyes, the stinging in my ass hot while my clit pulses wildly; I squeeze my legs tighter together in the hopes of giving some much needed attention to my now needy clit. "There's nobody, Daddy, I swear!" I whisper, then gasp when I feel the next five spanks in quick succession, but on alternating cheeks. I shiver, my pussy blooming beneath the tiny triangle of cloth covering it; I've never been so wet or ashamed of myself. "I'm a virgin!"

"Don't—" spank. "—you—" spank. "—lie—" spank. "—to—" spank. "—me!" spank.

I moan and I moan quite loudly; I don't mean to, but I do it. I've always been sexually curious, but only got horny enough to start masturbating in the shower during my Father's Veteran's meetings Saturday nights a week or so after my eighteenth birthday. I was going to give my virginity to my boyfriend at Shayenne's party last night, but he pulled that no show and that was why I had gotten shitfaced.

Now it's my Daddy that's got my pussy oozing with need.

That's so wrong. That's disgusting!

Yet...I'm wetter than I've ever been in my life for him. "I swear it, Daddy...I swear!" I cry out, then gasp when he rains the final five slaps of my twenty-spank punishment down on the lower curve of my ass where it meets my thighs. I close my eyes as pleasure makes me shiver, goosebumps erupting along my skin, again; I feel my nipples stiffening inside my now scratchy lace bra. I could cum at the slightest touch to my clit right then!

"Then who is this for?!" he demands and, once again, yanks the g string roughly.

The cloth scrapes across my clit and I'm done; I gasp, close my eyes, and cum.

"What the fuck?!" he demands when he feels me shaking against him; his hand releases the thong, but I can't see his reaction because my eyes are closed as I relish the pleasure of my orgasm. "McKenzie..." he whispers above me and then I feel it; Daddy's cock is hard inside of his jeans and it's flexing against the smoothness of my flat tummy. "Off."

I lick my lips, my body still shivering, and try to push myself off of his lap; I manage to weakly shove myself backward, onto my knees, but I'm too weak to stand. I open my eyes and glance at my Father to determine how much trouble I'm in. I find him staring down at his jeans, then follow his gaze to the wet spot darkening his right pant leg, and blush to the roots of my hair. "I'm so sorry, Daddy..." I whisper in horror at the proof of my arousal, wet and obvious; my ass stinks as I sit back on my bare feet, the skin hot against the chilled skin of my heels.

"You enjoyed that..." he states accusingly, his eyes snapping to my face.

I swallow nervously as my ice blue eyes, the same colored eyes as his, lock with his shocked gaze. "I...I didn't mean to." I stutter with another blush, then glance away from him in shame. "I'm so sorry, Daddy! Please don't be mad at me!" I plead emotionally and then glance up to lock gazes with him, again. "Please, Daddy..."

"Your Mother used to love being spanked..." he whispers randomly, his gaze returning to the wet spot on his thigh. He licks his lips, then reaches to touch the darkened denim; he caresses the spot, gathers a bit of the wet on his index and ring fingers then rubs his thumb through it. "She doesn't even like sex, anymore, but here is my slut daughter cumming all over her Father's thigh; having an orgasm from being punished instead of paying penance..."

"I'm not a slut, Daddy..." I reply with a pout. "I'm a virgin. I swear."

He gazes me for a long and silent moment, stares deeply into my eyes.

I don't break eye contact because I know I'm being tested.

"Off..." he says softly, his eyes still locked with mine. "Show me."

My eyes widen, but it only takes me a second to rise up onto my knees. Inside, deep inside myself, I am appalled by what I am being asked to do and the fact that I'm complying so easily; but outside? Oh, man, do I fucking want this! I quickly slide my right leg off of the sofa until my right foot touches the floor and then I'm standing. I take my bottom lip between my teeth, my eyes still locked with his, then I tuck my thumbs into the waist of my g string. I blush terribly, my ass stinging, but I shove the panties to the floor and turn toward my Father.

"Here..." he says and pats his thighs.

I lick my lips nervously, but immediately move to comply. I kneel onto my left knee, then lift my right leg over his legs and straddle his thighs like a cowgirl on her horse. I wince in pain when my spanked ass touches his jeans and instantly rise back to my knees, but his warning glare has me sitting right back down despite the pain. I watch his gaze drop down to my shaved pussy; I started shaving it when I bought myself sexier panties, the day after I turned eighteen. I liked the way my plump pussy lips looked in the panties better than the hairy bush peeking around the cloth. I watch my Father's head tilt as he examines my untouched little cunt, the clit red and swollen as it pokes through my cum-glistening nether lips.

"A virgin, huh?" he scoffs and shakes his head. "With a shaved pussy? Unlikely."

"I swear, Daddy..." I whisper, my eyes dropping to my hairless mound. I bravely reach my left hand down to his right wrist and place his fingertips at my needy little femininity. "Check." I tell him softly and push his fingers between my moist labia. I shiver when his index finger bumps that beautifully torturous bundle of nerves I usually rub until I burst. "Go ahead. Check." I insist breathlessly, my clit throbbing beneath the heated touch of his skin against it.

Daddy licks his lips and yanks his wrist out of my hand, but immediately places his index finger right back between my cunt lips. "Adjust." he commands, his left hand grabbing my right hip to turn me. He waits until my channel is lined up at a better angle for him, then his finger slides through my wetness toward my untouched hole.

I gasp, moan, then force myself to be still; I chant the order of "DON'T CUM!" to myself.

His finger finds my tight hole and nudges forward; his finger tip slides in. "Spread." he growls, then he waits for me to comply a second before he's got his finger second-knuckle-deep inside my drenched heat. "FUCK!" he hisses when his fingertip comes up against that thick scrap of extra skin deep inside me; he ignores my whimpers as he feels around inside me, his palm bumping my clit as he moves his hand around to rotate his finger inside me.

My hips move all on their own; I don't mean for them to, but it happens.

Daddy glances up at me and purposefully pushes his palm to my clit, his finger still in me.

I gasp, my hands moving to his shoulders, and then I'm grinding against his palm; I whimper because the finger inside me hurts a bit. I'm too tight around it, the muscles clenching at the intrusion and trying to push it out; but his palm on my clit, the warm flesh of his hand instead of my own fingers? Pure. Fucking. Heaven. I grind and wince, my orgasm approaching.

"You're a fucking slut, McKenzie!" he hisses and pulls his finger from inside me.

I cry out in despair, my eyes snapping open to stare at him.

He reaches his left hand up to grasp the back of my neck, then smiles almost evilly. "Kick your right leg over. Sit on Daddy's lap properly..." he commands, then releases me to comply; he watches as I sit on his lap, my legs on the couch to his right, and he grips the back of my neck again. "Such a slut..." he murmurs, his gaze dropping to my red nether lips all plump with need. He licks his lips, then reaches his hand toward my cunny once more; he presses the pads of his index and middle fingers to my clit with enough force to make me gasp. "Stay quiet."

I nod, then take my bottom lip between my teeth.

Then he rubs; harsh, rough, fast circles that make my hips automatically thrust up at him.

I close my eyes; I'm so close!

My Father is going to make me cum. Holy fuck...I'm letting my Father masturbate my clit, my nipples begging for attention beneath the now harsh-feeling material of my bra; my skin is flushed and I can't breathe, my stomach muscles tightening as my orgasm approaches. I grind myself against his fingers, throw my head back, hold my breath; I'm so close to cumming.

So. Fucking. Close.

"Honey?"

We both freeze; my Mother is home early.

"Honey? I need your help with the groceries." she calls from the kitchen, her keys clanging.

"Go shower!" he barks, then wraps his arms around me as he shoves to his feet; he settles me to standing and stares directly into my eyes. "Don't you dare cum, McKenzie. Wash up, put on proper clothing, regular panties; I'll check." he warns through narrowed eyes, then he shoves me toward the stares as he heads toward the kitchen; he turns back to me. "Do NOT cum."

I nod, then snatch my clothes up and dash to the stairs. I feel my lady cum leaking down my thighs as I bolt up the stairs and straight to my bedroom. I close the door, lean against it, and struggle to breathe. I need to cum so badly, my clit is burning with the need, but I know better than to disobey my Father. I toss my clothes into my hamper, grab a towel, and shower quickly. Back in my bedroom, I search for a pair of the regular cotton briefs my Father demanded that I wear and slide them on my still swollen-with-arousal cuntlips; it won't be long until they're cum-soaked, especially once I'm near my Daddy, again. I search for one of my sexier bras that lift and hold my tits in place properly and put it on, but heed my Father's instructions as far as donning a basic baby blue t shirt and some denim shorts that reach halfway down my knees.

I brush my hair into a high ponytail and stare back at my reflection. I could pass for a teen.

Daddy can't find a single fault in this outfit...

I head downstairs and into the kitchen to find my Father putting groceries away while my Mother is at the stove getting a start on dinner. "Hey, Mom." I say with a smile and I tip toe to kiss her cheek. "Can I help you with anything?" I ask I swipe a baby carrot from the bag that she has on the counter beside the oven. "What are you making?"

"I'm making your Father's favorite, beef stew." she says with a happy smile and swats at me.

I smile, but grab another carrot stick before she swats my bottom to get away from her food. I gasp softly, my gaze locked on my Daddy's face. Mom's gentle slap to my ass didn't hurt, but the sting there left by my Father makes me wet between the legs. I swallow when he smiles at me in the sexiest, know-it-all way. I lick my lips as I shiver at that look, my pussy throbbing.

"Help me stock the pantry, McKenzie." Daddy orders me while lifting two cans of vegetables. He eyes the walk in the closet, his eyes darkening as he places the cans on the countertop before placing two more there. "We'll get it done faster together." he says in a way that makes my pussy clench with need; he smirks because he sees my reaction clear as crystal.

I like this side of Daddy...

I move toward him, scoop up a few of the cans, then head into the pantry.

Daddy is behind me within seconds. "Show me." he growls softly as he presses behind me effectively pinning me to the shelf in front of me. He places cans on various shelves just to make the noise of placing them down. He isn't paying attention to what goes where as he buries his nose against my neck to inhale sharply. "Show me that you can obey, little girl."

I'm so wet as I reach for the snap and zipper of my shorts. I wiggle my sore bottom against what I can now feel is his erection pressing against me in an attempt to lower the shorts just beneath the curve of my ass, but at the very tops of my thighs; I hold tightly to the hem in case my Mom makes an appearance and I have to yank them back up quickly. I feel him pull back to examine my panties, feel his hand caressing over my tender ass cheeks.

"Those are proper panties for Daddy's little girl." he moans softly, his hand drifting over my right ass cheek reverently. "You will wear nothing but these any time you leave this house, McKenzie." he commands me roughly, his voice tight as he takes a step forward to once again pin me to the shelf with his full weight behind me. "You will wear those other scraps of cloth only for me and only when I tell you to. Understand?"