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Jennifer pulled up to the house and my stomach was instantly in my throat when I saw that the living room light was still on. There was no way around it; I was going to be in so much trouble. Two hours past my curfew, and it wasn’t even worth it.
We were supposed to meet some guys that we had met at the concert earlier that night. Jennifer had gotten the tickets for my 18th birthday which was the next day, well since it was after midnight I guess I was technically 18 now.
We were both virgins and we knew what the guys wanted to do to us but we just never could bring our selves to get out of the car. We parked multiple times but always ended up driving away soon after. We both chickened out and just drove around all night. I knew I should have just gone home but I Was trying to get up the courage to knock on the door of the four hot older guys that would have gladly taken our virginity.
I thought for sure that my dad would have fallen asleep long before I was supposed to be home but that light in the window meant he would be sitting right inside the door waiting for me.
I looked over at Jennifer and told her goodbye with tears in my eye. It would probably be weeks before we could even talk again. I wasn’t sure what my dad was going to do but the last time I was late I got grounded for a month and I was only 30 minutes late.
As I tried to open the car door my hands were shaking at the thought of what was waiting for me once I walked into the house. I stepped out, closed the door and watched as Jennifer waved and drove away.
Making my way up the path to door a hundred excuses were formulating in my head but I knew none of them would save me.
I slid my key into the lock slowly, trying to be quiet, telling myself that there might be a chance that he just forgot to turn the light off when he went to bed. A small part of me believed it but in reality I knew better, he never left lights on.
Just as I was about to turn the handle the door swung open. “Get your ass in here now.” my dad said in his deep angry voice, standing there in nothing but his boxers. I could see how mad he was by the swollen veins in his muscular arms and neck.
“Where have you been? It’s 2 in the morning. Go to your room, I will be there in a minute after I lock up.” He yelled and slammed the door.
I ran up the stairs terrified of what was going to happen when he came to my room. He usually made me sit at the table while he lectured me and decided my punishment. This was different and it scared me to death.
I sat on my bed, hugging my body pillow, wondering what he was going to do.
Then I heard him coming up the stairs and I was so scared I thought I might pee my pants. My door burst open and there he stood, filling the door frame with his large body.
“Why do you do this?” he said stepping into my room. “I don’t like to punish you, why can’t you just be a good girl like you used to?”
“I’m sorry daddy, I don’t know why I stayed out so late, and I deserve to be grounded daddy.” I said as tears rolled down my cheeks.
“That’s not going to work this time, I obviously need to do something different to get the point across. You just got ungrounded two weeks ago and you are only getting in more trouble.” He said then stood there staring at me with his arms crossed over his chest.
“What can I do to get you to respect the rules around here? Maybe I should spank your ass like I used to when you were younger. Is that what I need to do?”
“No, daddy, please I promise I won’t do it again, please don’t spank me, daddy.” I whimpered, terrified at the thought of his big hands swatting my ass.
“You don’t want me to do that huh?”
“No, daddy, please don’t spank me.”
“Stand up, bend over and pull your jeans down to your ankles.” He said firmly as he watched me wiping my tears away.
“Bbb…but daddy,” I was stunned and could barely breath enough to udder the words.
“Now!” He said, so loudly that I jumped to my feet without even thinking.
It had been years since he had spanked me; the last time I remember it was seven years ago when I was eleven.
I started to pull my pants down and remembered that I was wearing a thong, and it was a sexy one. My dad didn’t allow me to wear them but I had a few that I kept at Jennifer’s house for special occasions. I was instantly mortified, embarrassed and shaking with fear as I pulled my pants down.
I had my pants around my ankles waiting for him to tell me what a bad girl I was and how ashamed he was that I dressed like a slut but nothing happened. He was just silent and still. I wanted to look back and see what he was doing but I was too scared to move. It seemed like an hour passed before he finally made a sound.
He cleared his throat and said, “This is going to hurt and I’m sorry but you need to learn your lesson.”
Suddenly I was feeling the most intense pain I had ever felt in my life as his hand smacked my ass. He spanked me so hard I almost fell forward Ankara escort but he caught me with his other hand around the front of my waist. He pulled me back towards him and held me tightly against his leg then smacked my ass repeatedly. I lost count after about six; he seemed to pause between each swat as if he were letting me feel each one fully before delivering the next.
When it finally stopped he stood there holding me bent over against his leg as I cried in pain. After a few minutes of my crying he pushed me over onto my bed without saying a word.
I finally had the courage to turn and look at him. When I turned I could swear I saw him holding his penis through his boxers but when he saw me turn he quickly left my room and closed the door.
I quickly dismissed the thought and told myself that my vision was blurry from crying I must have been mistaken. I laid on my bed for a long time balling my eyes out from the pain. As the tears dried up and the crying stopped I began to relive the experience in my mind. Why didn’t he say anything about my panties? And why would I even think that I saw him holding his penis? And why would I think it was hard inside his hand? I thought to myself. Why would I imagine such a thing about my dad?
Again, I dismissed the thoughts as I stood up and examined my red ass in my full length mirror. I could see his entire hand imprinted on my ass and could almost count the swats from the welted outlines of his big hand and thick fingers.
When my head finally started to clear from the shock of what just happened I began to wonder what else my punishment would be. I really wanted to go talk to my dad and find out but it would have to wait until tomorrow because he had to work early in the morning.
I showered and climbed into bed. Lying in bed my head was filled with questions about what just happened. How long would I be grounded? What was he going to do about the panties I was wearing? Why did he just leave my room without saying anything?
The next morning I woke up to the pain of my bruised ass as I rolled over in bed. As soon as my eyes opened all the questions rushed back into my head. I jumped up out of bed, instantly regretting my quick movements as my ass reminded me of the welts from my daddy’s hand.
Limping past my dad’s room I noticed that his bed was left un-made and his room was a mess. That was very unusual because he always made his bed before work every day. He must have slept in and it was my fault that he went to bed so late.
I felt horrible and decided it was only right for me to clean his room and make his bed for him. His boxers were lying right inside the door and some used tissues were on the floor next to his bed. I hope he isn’t sick, or was he crying because he was so upset over my misbehaving? I made his bed and did my best to tidy his room up like he usually kept it.
When I was finished I limped my way down stairs I found a note sitting on the kitchen counter.
Do your chores and put some ice on your butt if it hurts. I’m sorry it ended up that way but I am not going to tolerate you breaking the rules anymore and if you do it will only get worse. Do not leave until your chores are done fully and curfew is now 11 for the rest of the summer.
That’s it? I’m not grounded? I thought. I couldn’t believe it.
I thought for sure he was going to ground me and was still blushing at the thought of what he was going to say about my thong. But he said nothing and pretty much told me I could go out as long as I was home by 11.
I texted Jennifer and told her the news instantly. She was shocked that I wasn’t grounded and asked what happened. I told her that my dad had spanked me instead of grounding me. She of course replied by saying that she wished my dad would punish her. She was always talking like that about my dad. She said she would pick me up in a few hours and she wanted to hear every detail.
Before I even finished with my after chores shower I could hear Jennifer honking in the street. I threw on some loose fitting sweats and hobbled my way to her car.
“The way you are walking it looks like your dad did a lot more than spank you.” She said as I sat down slowly in the passenger seat.
“Gross, Jen, do you ever think about anything other than sex?”
“Not when it comes to that hot dad of yours.” She replied.
She was the horniest virgin I had ever met. If she was a little more secure with her body she would have lost her virginity years ago. Her boobs were kind of small and the rest of her was kind of not so small but she had a very pretty face and I thought she was beautiful.
Jen always told me that if she had my body she would have more sausage in her than IHOP
. I didn’t see what she saw. Yeah, I had always had big boobs and a big ass, but I wasn’t the kind of girl that guys always go for. At least not in my mind.
“So tell me what happened all ready.” She said anxiously.
“Well Ankara escort bayan when I tried to open the door he was there waiting in just his boxers, like he had gone to bed but woke up and waited for me when he saw I wasn’t home yet.”
“Wait, so your dad was in nothing but boxers the whole time?” She interrupted as I tried to tell her the story.
“Yes Jen, just his boxers.” I replied.
“Ok continue.” She said.
“He told me to wait for him in my room so I did, then he came in yelling at me and said he was going to try something different because I keep getting in trouble. Then he told me to stand up, pull my pants down around my ankles and bend over.” As I said that a horn honked and I realized Jen was staring at me with her mouth wide open and not watching the road.
“Jen pay attention, you are going to get us killed. I will tell you the rest when we get to your house.”
The rest of the drive she didn’t say a word; I could tell she was lost in thought but at least she was now looking forward.
As soon as we pulled into her driveway she hurried me into her house then to her room where she shut the door behind us.
“Now tell me everything.” She said as we sat on her bed.
“So I pulled my pants down and realized that I was wearing a thong and I nearly died of embarrassment and fear.”
“Ohh no, what did he say?”
“Nothing, he didn’t say anything at all. It was just quiet for a while until he told me to get ready and the next thing I knew my ass was on fire and I almost fell down. He caught me and held me as he finished spanking my ass slowly at least a dozen times.”
“So your dad saw your naked ass in that slutty red thong and didn’t yell at you for wearing it?”
“I know, I was glad he didn’t mention it but it kind of weirded me out even more that he didn’t yell at me.”
“It’s probably because he liked it.” She said with a serious look on her face.
“Jen! Gross, stop!” I said disgusted.
“Well it would be easy to tell, did he have a hard on?”
As she said those words the blurry image of my dad holding his dick in his hand flashed back into my head. This time it seemed more real and a chill came over my body as I considered that I might have actually seen it and not imagined it.
I sat quietly for a moment while I recalled the image and asked myself again why my imagination would make such a crazy thing up. My dad was attractive but I had never thought about him like that or even seen his dick before. There was really only one explanation; I saw exactly what I thought I did. My stomach sank as the reality set in but then I was pulled out of thought by Jens voice.
“Well? Was his dick hard? Did you look?”
“No Jen, why would I look? He is my dad. And why would he get hard? I’m his daughter.” There was no way I could tell her what I saw; she would never shut up about it if I did.
“Well if I was a guy and I saw your round ass in those panties I would get hard without a doubt. And so what if he is your dad. If my dad were as hot as yours I’d fuck him in a heartbeat. Who better to break you in than your dad, he would be careful and nice and as long as he doesn’t get you pregnant everything is fine.”
“Oh my god Jen, are you serious?”
“Yes I’m serious, you have no idea how many times I wish my dad looked like yours. I bet his dick is huge!”
It was huge and the more she made me think of it the more I could picture it in my head. It filled his large hand and had plenty to spare. I could see the outline of it clearly through his boxers that struggled to contain it.
As I accepted the possibility more and more things began to make sense. Why he walked out of my room so fast, why he stood so quietly behind me, why he took his time spanking my ass, and oh my god… the tissues next to his bed!
Did my dad really get so turned on spanking my bare ass that he went into his room and jacked off thinking about me, his daughter? No matter what I thought it all made sense now and that realization made me sick to my stomach but I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
“Jennifer that is so wrong, you would really have sex with your dad?”
“Yes I would if he wasn’t fat and balding. Are you telling me you really have never thought of it before, Krissy? Lots of girls want to fuck their dads and lots have.”
“How do you know this?” I asked, expecting her to have no legitimate answer.
“The internet, of course.” She said as she pulled out her laptop.
She handed me the computer and told me to read for myself.
It was a site called .com where people posted erotic stories and confessions.
“Go to the incest category.” She said.
I reluctantly did as she had instructed and the screen filled with a list of stories, most of which had daddy and daughter themed titles: “Daddy’s Lap” “Daddy’s Dirty Daughter” “Daddy’s Fuck Toy” and “Thank You Daddy” to name a few.
“Jennifer, these are just stories, that doesn’t mean that there are really girls Escort Ankara who have had sex with their dad and liked it”
“I have actually talked to some girls on there with Skype and trust me they are real, I even talked to a girl and her dad at the same time and watched them fuck.”
“Oh my god, Jen, are you serious? You watched them have sex?”
“Hell yes I did and it was so hot. You want to see a picture of them? I have one in my inbox.”
“No I don’t want to see them having sex.”
“They are fully clothed dork. Here just look, they are normal people just like us and there is nothing wrong with it.”She said as she opened the picture in her email.
They were just like she said, a normal looking dad and daughter that could easily pass for anyone in our neighborhood. They both looked very happy together and the girl was average looking, not pretty but not ugly. She was kind of chubby but she had the biggest smile on her face and her dad was kind of handsome. He had his arms wrapped around her tightly and also had a big happy grin on his face.
“Well, they do look normal and happy but it still seems crazy to me.” I said as I handed her back her laptop.
“There are tons of girls who fantasize about having sex with their dads, Krissy, it’s actually more normal to have that fantasy than any other, really.”
“I am beginning to understand that, but it doesn’t mean that you should actually go through with it.”
“If you are lucky enough to have a hot dad that wants to fuck you then I think you owe it to all the girls out there to do it and take advantage of the situation you are lucky to be in.” Jen said with a stone faced serious look.
“Jennifer, are you trying to talk me into having sex with my dad? I don’t even know if he wants me like that even if I wanted him.”
“I am not trying to talk you into it, I am just trying to make you understand that it isn’t gross and that a lot of girls do it or want to. Do you know how many girls wish their dad spanked their bare ass like yours just did? Read some stories on that site sometime and you’ll see what I mean.”
“Fine, I better go home now, my dad will be home soon and I don’t want to be in trouble again. I don’t think my ass could handle it.”
When I got home my dad was in the kitchen putting the final touches on dinner.
“Hi, daddy.” I said as if nothing had happened the night before.
“Hi, princess, dinner is almost ready.”
“I’m sorry about last night, daddy. It was really selfish of me and I promise I won’t do it again. I can barely sit down today.”
“I’m sorry it had to be like that, Krissy, but you need to start acting responsibly. If you want me to take a look at your butt after dinner I will. I might have gotten a little carried away.”
I was instantly embarrassed at the thought of being bare assed in front of my dad again and almost said no thanks but something in the back of my mind stopped me.
“Ok, daddy, it really does hurt a lot.”
I couldn’t believe the words just came out of my mouth. Did some part of me want my dad to be looking at my ass, or was I saying it so I could have an opportunity to see if he gets a hard on. If he did then it would confirm that he did think about me like that and if he didn’t then maybe I could finally put the thought out of my mind. Whatever my reason there was no way out of it now.
The whole time we were eating dinner my dad never made eye contact with me and hardly said a word. It was probably better that way because the only thing I could think about was whether or not he was going to get a hard on looking at my ass.
When we had finished eating and I was done cleaning up, my dad called me over to him and said “Ok princess let’s take a look at your bum. Come stand in front of me and turn around.”
He was sitting in his chair in the living room. It was like a dream as my body walked over and stood in front of him even though my mind was regretting every step. As soon as I was squarely in front of him I felt his hands on my hips, he lifted my shirt and slid his fingers inside the waist of my sweatpants and panties and slowly stretched the elastic wide as he gently pulled them down over my tender ass. He pulled them all the way down to my ankles, causing him to lean forward and bend down. It seemed unnecessary but then I felt his breath on the skin of my left butt cheek as his face came within an inch of it.
Butterflies were swarming in my stomach and felt more like bees as embarrassment gave way to multiple emotions that I could not identify.
He sat back in his chair and once again I could not bring myself to turn and see what was happening behind me. Again he remained quiet for what seemed like a long time.
Then I felt his hands on my waist again, this time it was on my bare skin and a chill went through my body. No one had even touched me there before and I wasn’t sure if I liked it or wanted it to be over.
“I’m sorry princess, I really did get carried away. I just don’t want my little girl to get in trouble or get hurt. There are a lot of bad people out there and it scares me to think what they would do to this body, I mean bad people do bad things.” He said realizing his Freudian slip.
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