Daddy's Girl

Daddy’s Girl

“Hi, Mr. Johnson,” Sun said, a huge grin on her face. Her nipples hardened, pressing on the front of her tight shirt.

I took Daddy’s briefcase, trembling as he slipped out of his jacket and yanked off his tie. He didn’t say a word. I colloid see how angry he was. He always got quiet when he was mad at Alice or me. Or Mom. I took his tie, jacket, and briefcase then raced off to the bedroom, the butt plug so thick in me. I wanted to yank it out, but that would only make him angrier.

He had to understand that I couldn’t be naked around Sun. She would ask so many questions. She couldn’t know that I was his submissive lover. It was illegal. It was incest. Plus I was underage.

I put his things away and rushed back downstairs. He stood in the living room, his arms crossed. He had unbuttoned the cuffs and rolled up his sleeves, revealing the fiery sleeve tattoos kept hidden by his clothing, his eyes hard.

“Young lady, I gave you orders when I left the house. Did you follow them?”

I glanced at Sun who lurked at the edge of the living room. “But, Daddy, Sun came over. Surely you didn’t—”

“What did I order you to do?”

I blushed. Was Daddy serious. In front of my friend. This was so embarrassing. What would Sun think? Didn’t Daddy worry about getting in trouble. What if Sun talked to her parents or to a teacher at school this Fall or to the police? The moment I blurted out, “You wanted me to be naked,” Sun would know there was something more going on between us.

Something forbidden and illegal.

“Daddy?” I whined.

“You’re making your punishment worse, young lady. What did I tell you?” He said he each word slowly, carefully, putting power behind them.

I trembled. Tears burned in my eyes. I wanted to be a good girl, but Sun was here. I gave him such a pleading look. “C-can we do this in private?”

“No. Sun is the reason you are in so much trouble, so she should get to stay and learn why.”

I glanced at my friend. Her face was pale. She mouthed, “Sorry,” to me.

I took a deep breath.

“Now, young lady.”

“I ... I...” This was too embarrassing. I squirmed and was shocked to find myself aroused. My pussy was wet. And know that only increased my shame. My stomach twisted and roiled. Why was did this excite me so much?

It was like at the mall. The risk, the danger, that came from submitting to my father’s desires. Was it as simple as that? I had to obey him. I promised to be his good girl. My heart raced in my chest as I stared at my feet and clenched my hands together.

“I ... I was supposed ... to spend ... all day naked.”

“Naked?” Sun whispered. I could feel the shock in her words.

“And did you?”

“No, Daddy. When Sun came over, I got dressed.”

“And you’re still wearing those clothes now. Strip.”

“Yes, Daddy.” My cheeks burned as much as my pussy as I unbuttoned the blouse.

Sun watched me, color returning to her face. She squirmed, shaking her head. I knew what she must be thinking. She’s fucking her father. That’s so sick. That’s her dad and she’s doing what he says. And he’s such a pervert for molesting his fourteen-year-old daughter.

It was all over. Everyone would know about Daddy and me. He would be in so much trouble. Maybe even go to jail for molesting me. I didn’t want that. But I also couldn’t disobey my father. I had to keep unbuttoning my dress.

My round breasts spilled out, nipples hard. I wiggled the dress down my hips, my tits swaying before me and the butt plug stirring up my bowels. My pussy clenched as another wave of heat washed through me. I pushed the skirt down my thighs and bent over to take it of.

“What’s that in your butt-crack?” gasped Sun.

“Her butt plug,” Daddy growled. “I guess you followed that order. And my other?”

I swallowed. “I didn’t masturbate, Daddy.”

“So you only disobeyed one order,” Daddy said. “Twenty spankings. Plus another ten for taking so long to obey me in the living room.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I said, trembling. It was all out there. Sun had to put it together. I couldn’t look at my friend.

“Fetch a dining room chair,” he growled. Daddy always spanked us over his lap on the dining room chair. Usually he just pulled up our skirt and yanked down our panties enough to hit our bottoms. But I was full naked.

And I had a butt plug in me.

Plus, Sun watched on in stunned shock.

I bustled past my friend, staring at the floor, unable to look her in the eye as I fetched the dining room chair. I hurried back, my bare feet slapping on the linoleum before I reached the softer carpet. I set down the chair before Daddy.

He sat down, his cock bulging his slacks.

I took a deep breath and draped myself across his lap.

“You’re really spanking her?” Sun asked.

“Yes,” Daddy answered. “Bad girls must be disciplined regardless of their age. Even her mother goes across my knee when she’s been bad.”

“Oh, wow,” Sun gasped, her voice breathy. “That’s—”

But whatever she thought I never heard as the crack of Daddy’s hand landing on my ass echoed through the living room. I gasped as the pain shot through my body. I bucked and trembled, crying out in pain, my bowels clenching on my butt plug.

“One,” I counted.

Crack!

The hand came down on my other cheek. I gasped again. It had been several years since my last spanking and I did not recall the way the stinging heat from my burning ass melted down to my pussy and gathered there.

“Two.”

Crack!

The pain was sharp. I sucked in a breath before I cried out again. He spanked me on the same spot as the last one, intensifying the punishment. I bucked and spasmed, the butt plug shifting in me, and the heat warming my pussy.

My clit ached.

“Three.”

Daddy didn’t say a word as I squirmed and counted on his lap. My stomach rubbed against his cock. He was so hard. This excited him. He loved spanking my bottom as my friend watched. Sun stepped closer and closer, her eyes as wide as I had ever seen them, her cheeks scarlet, her hands clasped before her as she watched.

“Ten,” I counted, my ass on fire from all the spankings. Every part of my ass reddened and Daddy’s hand now fell on right where the curve of my ass met my thighs.

Crack!

I gasped. It was intense. The pain both sweeter and sharper there. I breathed it in, loving how it felt as it warmed across my ass. I squirmed and moaned. It was amazing. I loved being spanked right there. It was the absolute best.

“Eleven.”

He spanked me there again, warming the flesh while my pussy grew even wetter. I squirmed on his lap now, not from the pain, but because my body was engulfed with feverish excitement. It radiated from my hot pussy. My clit throbbed. I rubbed it against his pant legs, loving the feel of the fabric as his hand fell again and again.

I didn’t care that Sun watched and knew we were such perverts. I didn’t care that she would get us in so much trouble. None of that mattered.

Only Daddy’s hand spanking my naughty ass. I was bad. I deserved to be disciplined by my strong, Hunky daddy.

Crack!

“Twenty,” I moaned.

Then Daddy spoke for the first time, looking at Sun who stood only a few feet away. “Do you want to spank her, too?”

Sun nodded her head.

“She was so bad today,” groaned Daddy. “I can seek that look in your eye. It makes you wet watching her getting spanked. Your hands are just itching to crack down on her firm bottom. Don’t be afraid. Spank the little slut. She’s been bad.”

“I have,” I moaned, to aroused to care care what was happening. “Spank my naughty ass, Sun. Please, please. I was so bad. I should have spent the day naked.”

Sun bit her lip and nodded her head. “You were bad. You should have listened to your hunky Daddy.”