Was this just some one off? If I googled it, would forum posts come up of other dads slipping? What the fuck would I do if she told anyone? I pulled back a little, and made my voice authoritative.
“Poe.” I said, “If you listen to me, that will never happen again. I’ll go back to being your Daddy, but you need to be good.” She nodded but it wasn’t enough.
“Do you understand?”
“Yes Daddy.” She said, voice still shaken, “I understand.”
I didn’t tell her not to tell, it felt…guilty? If I didn’t know if it was fucking normal, she probably didn’t. She was a mess and hugging me after I force fingered and spanked her. I brushed her hair away from her cheek and kissed her tears. They were salty and piping hot, and I controlled myself not to lick them. After what felt like hours, I got up, and carried her into bed. For the rest of the weekend she was quiet, but not the kind she had been before. She was meek, tentative, and a little unsure. Eager to please me, and quick to laugh. It was…good. It had worked. I had cured my daughter’s teenage rebellion. Problem solved.
On Monday I called the school and got records of her absences. I didn’t call my lawyer but instead just had them documented. I was working off a hunch, and it seriously paid off.
The next few weekends were much like that first one. Quiet “Yes Dad.” and “No thank you,” were followed up by age appropriate clothes and homework and family time before bed. We watched movies together, and when I slid my arm around her shoulders she tensed, but then leaned in, remembering I was once again her dad. If only I could remember that. My brain would not go back to normal. No matter how hard I tried, the girl sitting next to me was NOT my daughter. She was the cute little sex kitten I had finger fucked last month, and lay dozing in my living room, or taking a shower in the guest bath.
It was the hair, I told myself. We went to a salon and I had a lady look at it.
“I can bleach it…” She said, blowing a bubble that matched Posey’s hair. “But it ain’t gonna look right, and it’ll be damaged.” The lady shrugged, patting Posey’s cheek.
“It looks cute though huh?” She said, “She looks cute with it, don’t she daddy?”
I flinched, meeting Posey’s large glassy blue-violet eyes in the mirror as they stared back at me.
“Yeah,” I said, “It’s cute.”
We left the salon in silence, Posey only getting a small trim for the lady’s trouble, until at the last minute I stopped her.
“Let’s give her bangs too.” I said, the stylist nodded,
“Oh yeah that’ll look good.” She smiled at Posey, “It’ll look very mature.”
Posey didn’t say a word of complaint, just sat there and obeyed.
I switched her to an all girls catholic school the following week, and when Molly tried to pull rank, I brought up the week of skipped school. She buckled, and the next week Posey came home in an all girls school uniform, high socks, plaid skirt, and white blouse. She did her homework and I watched her, loving the way she still played with the pencil in her mouth. I realized at some point I was waiting for her to lash out. To disobey me and give me a reason to punish her. I found myself snapping at her for the smallest inconveniences, and watching as her eyes widened when I’d yell at her for a missed dish in the dish washer, or hair in the drain. No two mistakes would ever happen twice, there were never repeat offenses, and it was driving me insane.
When her teacher called to say she’d gotten a C on her math test, I literally whooped with joy. Posey walked through the door, and I stood there, arms crossed and her face grew wary.
“Dad…” She said, “Did I…did I do something wrong?”
“You tell me,” I said, “What did you get on your math test?”
Her eyes widened and she looked away briefly before meeting my eyes again, “I don’t know… a B+ I think.”
“Are you lying to me?”
“No,” She said, “I swear, I—maybe I’m thinking of another test, maybe I haven’t gotten the newest one back yet.”
“Bend over the couch.” I said, a thrill going through me that she had lied, that she’d been bad for me.
“Dad—“
“Now Posey.” I ordered.
To my shock she obeyed, going to the arm of the couch and bracing herself on the cushions.
“Just—just spanking, right?” She asked.
I shoved her face into the pillow, grabbing a fist of her hair and flipping her school skirt up. Her underwear was a thong and I wondered what else she might be lying about. I pulled it down to her ankles and answered her question.
“The spanking is for the C.” I said, “The rest is for lying to me about it.”
Her shout was muffled by the pillow and I took time removing my belt, letting her hear the clink and snap of it. Her legs jellied under my touch, long and slender, her ass healed completely from my previous punishment. These would last a bit longer.
Thwap. Posey screamed into the pillow as the welt bloomed on her ass cheek. Thwap. I hit her again, the belt’s connection making her whole body tremble, and I felt a shiver of pleasure rise up in me. Three, four, five more times my belt slapped against her ass. She wriggled and I lost control again, I couldn’t handle it any more. I pulled her head up and she was gasping for air and sputtering from the bruises on her thighs and ass. I drug her by the hair into my room and slammed the door.
I no longer needed to rationalize this. I had long since done so in my head. My daughter wasn’t here right now, this girl was, and god did she look sexy when she cried. I threw her onto my bed, and unbuttoned her blouse. Her breathing still shaky from the shock. No bra lay beneath her and I cursed. She was definitely screwing someone. Now I was actually pissed. I bit down on her little pink nipple. Her milky white breasts perky and perfect as a cry tore out from her. She arched back, head rolling on my bed, and I watched her as I bit down on the other one, sucking at it as she panted and gasped.
“Have you been a little slut behind my back Posey?” I asked, standing and grabbing my belt again.
She laid splayed across my bed, breasts exposed and blouse open, the curve of her hourglass hidden by the skirt that I quickly removed.
She shook her head, and I slid the leather belt across her jiggling titties. My own cock just as angry as it was trying to wrestle free in my pants.
“Don’t lie to me Posey.”
“Nuh-No,” She said, “I’m nu-not, I swear!”
I slapped the side of her right tit with my belt, and she cried out. I did it again to the other one, and loved the look of them as they bounced.
“Fuck Posey.” I moaned, “Why do you have to do this to me?”
She let out a small sob and I whipped her with the belt again, this time across both breasts, pink hardened tips and perky bouncing boobs sending me over with desire. Her face was flushed and mouth parted. I thought I might die if I didn’t have her. I slid her legs forward, so they dangled off the edge of the bed, and stuck my fingers back into her little tight pussy.
There was no way. How was she still a virgin? My mind grew dazed at the thought of entering her, and I leaned down and groped a tit while I worked her slit.
“Daddy please,” She gasped, reacting to me, “Please no,”
“Shut up Posey,” I said, “You’re daddy is busy right now.”
“Uhhh!” She moaned as my fingers grew slick and I twisted my fist at her breast hard. My cock twitching and pulsing with all the I was.
“Just a little bit more.” I breathed, and I had no idea if I was talking to her or my cock.
She panted, eyes shut tight as I milked her clit. Little broken gasps making me wonder if she was an angel, or if I was the devil. It might have been a bit of both, because at this point, I was a man possessed. My pants were off, and my cock was out. I crawled on top of her, and she didn’t react until I spread her legs on either side of me.
“Daddy, daddy don’t.” She said weakly, “I’m a virgin, please.”
“Don’t lie to me Posey.” I said, pulling her legs to sit on my broad shoulders. At this angle, it would be a quick entry, and I would no immediately if she’d been lying.
“I’m not lying.” She begged, “I swear. I’ve never—ahh!”
I plunged my cock into her. Her pussy clenching me in a hot wet grasp. She was so tight, I felt every vein and nerve up my shaft get grazed my her soaking wet pocket. Then, POP.
I felt my thick head ram right through a barrier with a burst of pleasure.
Posey wailed, her body bucking under the pain and I grasped her waist to thrust in further, before backing out and thrusting in again.
“Oh fuck, baby.” I groaned, “Oh god that feels good.”
Posey’s breaths were husky pants, her body rippling as I pumped into her.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Puh-Please! Duh-Daddy” She moaned, trying to speak but only managing to gasp a few broken words out between breaths.
The sexy baby doll that jiggled underneath me was incredibly gorgeous. An O of rose colored lips, blushing cheeks, and dark lashes, calling to me as I fucked her little perfect body, the light pink of her hair making her more fantasy than reality. I pumped harder, the bed THUMP- THUMP- THUMPing as I banged her with everything I had.
When I finally pulled out to flip her, pink spots dripped and mixed with her wetness. She’d been a virgin after all. I turned her, and her ass was still sexy as hell from my whips. I drug her hips to me, and felt her pull away, the first real fight she’d given me since I’d thrown her onto the bed. I squeezed at her ass as I spread her, and she let out a cry of pain. Her body tenderized from both her beating, and my beating into her.
“Shhhh,” I said, lining my swollen cock up with her little button hole. “Those lashes are about to not hurt so much.”
I inched into her in one long push, the sounds coming from my daughter guttural as I bottomed out inside of her. The pumping was slow, and I rocked in, my cock undone by the hug of her body around it. I held back, and twisted a bunch of her hair into my fist, dragging her head back, and making her moans echo through my room.
“My god Poe,” I moaned, “You’re such a good fuck. My sweet, naughty little angel.”
She only answered in broken moans, and I felt her arms and legs give out beneath her. I crashed on top of her, letting her drop as I continued to hump inside her, my sack bumping into her puckered pussy lips. I felt the twitch and quake of my eruption, and I thrust myself as deep as I could go, letting out a roar at my release, that just kept draining into her. She soaked me up, until finally my seed spilled out and down her ass cheeks, and I collapsed on top of her. The soft whoosh of her breath escaping as I fell, dead weight.
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