Teaching me a lesson

Hey all, sorry this ones short. I've had this one a while for my own selfish enjoyment. It's a long running fantasy of mine, one that never disappoints me. Wasn't going to share, but finally decided to in the hope that it brings someone else some joy.

TEACHING ME A LESSON.

"You're not going out like that," my dad said, looking up from the table.

"Like what?" I replied innocently. Bending down and grabbing a bowl from the dishwasher. I imagined the view he got and it fuelled my arousal further. The black pleated short skirt riding up and showing my pert bottom and white pants.

It was short, and to push my dads buttons further I had added a pair of thigh high white socks. It was borderline slutty, but it felt great on my small slender figure. I knew it would piss him off. I loved him dearly, but he was very overprotective.

He didn't answer. I stood and faced him. I brushed my long straight dark hair out of my face before crossing my arms. "Like what?" I repeated, glaring at him. I wanted to see how far I could push him. My bitch mode was made worse by my horniness.

"That skirt is way too short," he said. His eyes looked down at my legs and I couldn't help but like the feeling. I knew how wrong it was to get so worked up by your dad's looks, but as I got older the more I caught him looking.

He ran his hand over his stubble. He hadn't shaved yet and it made him look hotter, more rugged.

"So!" I spat. "It's my fucking life." His face changed from annoyance to anger, and I swallowed hard, knowing I had gone too far. I lowered my voice slightly. "I'm eighteen now and can do what I like.

"I've told you not to swear," he said, anger tainting his deep sultry tones. "Do it again and there will be consequences. I'm trying to protect you, I don't want anyone thinking my daughters a........." He stopped short of his next word.

"What?" I asked calmly, trying to control my own anger. He kept his mouth shut, but I knew full well what he meant. "A slut?" I offered.

He flinched. "I didn't say that," he said, quietly.

"No but you meant it," I said. "I'm not a kid anymore." I snapped a hair band off my wrist and put my hair into a ponytail. I noticed my dad's eyes in my slender neck. Even when arguing some of his looks made me leak slightly.

"Then stop acting like a spoilt brat," he said. "I'm only asking you to wear something decent. It looks like you're off to hang around street corners."

I gasped, my voice, raising. "So I'm a slut, a brat, and a fucking whore," I said, nearly shouting. I felt shame course through me. Not because of what I was wearing, but because of the effect it was having on me. I had worn it for a reaction, one that I was getting and pushing further. I couldn't stop myself, desperate to see what he would do. Hoping for him to teach me a lesson.

"I told you not to swear," he said, his voice still eerily calm

"Fuck you," I spat. "I'm old enough now to do what I want. I'm going to school." I went to charge past him. I gasped as he grabbed my arm as he stood. Moving me easily. He was tall and muscular, over 6 feet to my 5'3", handling my small body like a toy.

"Not like that," he said. He gripped the back of my neck and forced me down over the table. "If you're going to act like a child, I'll treat you like one."

I felt the heat rise on my body, I was scared, but something else dominated my senses. The heat more prominent in one place. The cold air washed over my bum cheeks. I was bent over, my dad pressing me down into the table. My skirt had ridden up. I felt the slap on my bum and yelped, glad it took me by surprise.

"I told you not to swear," he said. He gave me another smack. It wasn't hard and it sent a feeling through me that was borderline ecstasy.

"Let me go," I said, squirming. I didn't want to go anywhere though.

He slapped me again and I actually groaned, my legs shook in excitement. I felt dampness spread between my legs. My pleasure was way too obvious.

There was a prolonged silence. I guessed my dad was trying to process what was going on. His daughter taking pleasure from her punishment.

"You really are a slut," he said. I gasped again and tried to wrestle free. He pinned me harder and slapped me again. His hand stayed there longer. It then slid up over my bum, raising my skirt over my narrow hips. "You're not supposed to enjoy it."

"I'm not," I said, weakly.

"Then why are you so wet," he said, his fingers running down between my cheeks, his fingers brushing over my bum hole causing another moan to escape me. But not as loud as the one that escaped me next.

I had dreamed and fantasised of this moment so many times. Lying in bed, desperate for release, as I thought about his hand between my legs, feeling how much I wanted him.

His fingers touched me and my legs went weak, shaking, the table taking the weight of my body. I gripped the edge of the table.

"How much do you want me to touch you inside?" he said. His fingers just brushing my lips through the wet fabric of my pants.

"I don't," I lied. The lack of conviction in my voice said otherwise.

"Don't lie to daddy," he growled. "Tell me how much?" He pressed slightly harder, his finger tip pushing some of the fabric into me. My hips betrayed me and pushed back onto it, forcing it deeper, but not enough. Not nearly enough. I groaned.

"Oh god please," I begged, breaking under his touch. "I want it so much. Please touch me daddy. I need you to touch me."

He pushed the thin crotch of my pants inside me, making me cry out. Pleasure ripping through every nerve of my body. He moved his fingers up, touching my clit, nearly making me cum there and then.

He rubbed me briefly before pulling my pants around my thin thighs. I wondered how wet I looked.

"Oh baby," he said. His voice sending more good vibrations through my body. "So wet for daddy." He eased a finger inside me, making me cry out again. "So tight too."

"Yes daddy," I agreed. He pushed his finger deeper, exploring my soaking insides. I felt my wetness leak and run down my inner thigh. He forced another finger in, stretching me wider, now both feeling around inside me, pressing on areas that were driving me wild.

He started moving them, fucking my tight pussy with his fingers. I moaned loudly. I could hear how wet I was for him. It was wrong, I knew that, but it felt so fucking amazing.

"Keep going," I moaned.

He leant down over me, his hand still working its magic between my thighs.

"So fucking wet," he whispered in my ear. "So desperate to cum in daddy's fingers."

"Oh god," I moaned. "So fucking desperate."

"I told you not to swear," he growled. He pulled me up by my pony tail and my tight body stretched against him. I cried out as he rammed his fingers deeper.

I made embarrassing carnal noises as he punished my dripping pussy with his fingers.

"I'm gonna cum," I moaned.

He pulled his fingers out and I yearned for more straight away. His other hand had me pinned and he leant over me again, his mouth close to my ear so I could feel his hot ragged breathing. It turned me on more to hear him so turned on.

"I'm going to fuck your tight cunt," he growled into my ear. He knew how much I hated that word, but in this context it worked for me. "Give my little baby what she wants. Are you slutty enough for daddy's cock?" A long groan escaped me.

"I'm ready daddy," I moaned. "Make me your slut. Please daddy please."

I hadn't even realised he had undone his shorts until I felt his tip squeeze between my pussy lips. My legs were closed, but my skinny legs gave him plenty of thigh gap to take advantage of.

I felt it touch me, finding my arousal desperate and wanting. I pushed back onto it. Needing it. He eased me open. My tight opening fighting the intrusion. I cried out, but pushed back harder. He helped by slowly moving his pelvis forward.

A loud long groan rose from my throat as he stretched me around his thickness and slid inside. He pushed deep and I reached back to pause his hips as it penetrated deep. He grabbed my hands and held my wrists tight behind my back.

"You wanted to be fucked baby," he said. "Take it all like a good girl."

"Feels so big," I moaned, holding my breath as he forced his full length inside me. He pulled back out and I instantly missed it. "Don't stop daddy."

He didn't, slamming back in hard, making me cry out. My bony hips banging against the table edge. He did it again and again. Fucking me hard. I was in heaven.

He didn't let up. Banging into me and forcing himself deep within my body with each thrust.

"Oh fuck," I cried. "I'm cumming daddy. Can't stop." I tried not too, not wanting to let on how good it felt to be fucked by him, but I had no chance.

I orgasmed so hard it felt like I exploded down my legs. My pussy drowning the cock inside me. My whole body shook violently.

I was still cumming when my dad pulled out of me, pulling me upright and spinning me round. I was all over the place, my coordination fucked. He kissed me deeply as a hand groped at my small breasts through my white shirt. His hardness pressed between my legs and I moved my hips, rubbing myself against it.

"Taste how wet you are," he said. He forced me down to my knees and gripped my ponytail. I opened my mouth and swallowed him in, feeling his shaft slide over my tongue, the head squeezing down my throat. I gagged as he went way too far, holding me there. I panicked banging on his thighs and he let me up.

Spit ran over my chin and I looked up, hoping desperately that I hadn't done something wrong. "Sorry daddy," I coughed. "Let me try again."

He smiled sweetly at me, caressing my cheek. "Good girl," he said. I beamed up at him and then he was back between my lips. Sliding it in and out as he fucked my face.

I gagged again and he pulled out. More spit ran out, dribbling down my chin and over my shirt and tie. I looked at his cock properly for the first time, long and thick. So hard and menacing, l loved it. I took it in my hand and played with it, stroking and squeezing.

"Yes baby," he groaned. He forced me back onto him, my lips stretched with his thickness. The blood filled, throbbing head squeezing down my throat. He wound his fingers in my hair as he fucked my face. Spit running down over my chin.

I gagged hard and then cried out as he pulled me up. Lifting me against him, my legs wrapping around his hips. He lowered me and I felt his length nestle between my legs.

My lips spread round his shaft and he moved against me, his length sliding across me and driving me insane.

"Such a filthy little whore," he said in my ear and I moaned. "Don't you think I smell it on you every time you play with yourself. Or when you come home after letting someone between those slutty thighs of yours." He was moving against me. I tried to pull back and force it inside me, but he held my bony hips hard, his fingers digging in.

"How much do you want daddy's cock inside you baby?" He asked.

"So much daddy," I cried. "Fuck me. Please fuck me. Punish me for being such a dirty slut." He lifted me higher. His hard cock stood tall against me. His throbbing head prising me open. "Yes daddy."

He lowered me down slowly, letting my body weight help my pussy consume his full length. He went deeper than I had ever had anything, eliciting a cry of pleasure from every nerve in my body.

"Do you like daddy's cock buried inside you baby?" He asked, lifting me by my bum cheeks and dropping me back down, the intense pleasure made my eyes roll and my head fall back.

He gripped my bum hard, starting a rhythm of lifting and dropping me on his rigid shaft.

I was soon cumming again, his cock buried deep inside as he let me hang against him, my body shaking as I pressed against his firm body.

He lay me down on the table, spreading my legs wide, still buried deep inside me. He ran his hands over my waist, lifting my shirt up and caressing my flat stomach. Suddenly he ripped my shirt open. I gasped, buttons pinging around the kitchen.

He had freed my small pert breasts, caressing and squeezing them. Flicking my nipples that were as hard as bullets.

He slowly fucked me as he traced his fingers over my young body. His eyes were drinking in my thin form. The lust in his eyes was all consuming and I could tell he was lost in us. It made me groan out loud and he smiled, starting up his rhythm again, sliding in and out of me as I watched.

My legs were stretched out wide, my young flexible body giving him deeper access. I couldn't help but wonder how far up his tip reached in my small body, his length reaching far up inside me.

"Oh baby," he groaned. "Does my little girl want daddy's cum deep inside her." He started fucking me harder, pressing down into me. His pelvis banging into me as his hands wrapped round my thin waist.

"Oh god, yes please daddy. Cum in your baby girl," I groaned. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, oh fuck." With every thrust I was moaning words. I couldn't help it. I wanted his seed inside me. I wanted to make him cum so desperately.

"I'm cumming," he groaned. He pushed hard into my pelvis, his cock so deep as he unloaded into me. His body shook and I watched the pleasure ripple through his body. The sight of his pleasure, and feel of his penis spasming against my insides, sent me into my own climax and I orgasmed with him, our bodies shaking together.

I imagined the cum filling my insides, pooling deep within my body. It felt so wrong yet so right at the same time.

"I'll look after you from now on baby," my dad said, as we slowly recovered. He kissed me tenderly on the forehead. "Whenever you need it you come and see me. No one else is allowed my girl."

"Okay daddy," I moaned, the thought of him inside me again and again, taking me whenever I wanted, made my insides melt. My dreams coming true. It wasn't my first time, but no one had made me feel like that before.

He kissed me on the forehead and stood. He slowly pulled out of me. I felt his cum trickle out of me. I reached down, feeling it on my swollen fucked lips. So much cum from my daddy. I lifted my fingers to my lips and tasted him as he watched.

"Good girl," he said. "Now get cleaned up for work and we'll discuss this some more later."

I smiled. If I had my way there wouldn't be much discussing.

The End.