Chapter 3

It didn’t take Daddy long to find me.

He whisked off the comforter under which I was cowering. I didn’t think he was really angry, I was pretty sure he was only acting, but he was still intimidating, still scary. I hoped it was only mock anger, something to give pretense to the punishment he would soon mete out, but, real or not, I knew the spanking would hurt just as much.

Which was fine by me. I wanted it to.

He gripped me by the scruff of my neck and pinned me, face down, against the mattress.

“Girls who deliberately provoke get punished, don’t they?” he murmured in my ear.

Even his tone was making me wet, and, as he held me, my ass rose up slightly, involuntarily, as if in offering. “Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, closing my eyes.

It had all happened so fast. One day we were a normal family, or so I’d thought, and then, the next day, it had become apparent that not only did my Daddy lust after me, his seventeen-year-old daughter, but my Mom knew what we’d been doing. She would be back from her trip tomorrow, and that was probably going to cause some interesting fireworks.

Daddy’s other hand hitting my ass brought me back to the present with a stinging slap. “It’s almost as though you wanted to be punished,” he hissed.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered. He was right, I did. I loved it when he spanked me. I loved the feel of his hands on my body, controlling me, and the tingles that each blow sent straight to my sex. I got so wet so fast being naked and helpless before him, unable to resist as he spanked me, his hand crashing into my ass to send a burning, searing sensation through me. I gasped with each blow, my ass warming quickly beneath his strikes.

It wasn’t just the physical response; it was the knowledge that he loved it too, and I loved submitting to his desires. I knew it excited him, and I wanted to be the cause of that excitement – at least for the brief opportunity I had while my Mom was away.

I felt his fingers trail down the crack of my ass, then dip lower to brush against my slick wetness. I moaned as my back arched, my butt pushing up towards his probing fingers. We’d gotten way past this simply being an innocent punishment. I’d heard him spanking my Mom, and I’d heard her call him Daddy as he’d done it. That had completely changed the way I thought of both of them, and I’d shown Daddy that, when he spanked my bare bottom, he responded the way he did when he spanked my mother and I was totally okay with that. I’d also let him know that my body was his to use; I’d offered it to him, and he could take advantage of it. He didn’t need to stop after he spanked me; he could continue however he wished.

“Girls who push for spankings deserve bigger punishments,” I heard him say, his lips still close to my ear. I moaned my arousal at his words. “How should I punish my little girl?”

“Any way you want, Daddy,” I whimpered my response to him. “Every way you want, Daddy.” We’d already established he could do whatever he wanted to me. He’d fucked my mouth, called me his little slut, and slept with me naked in his bed. I was still naked, and we were once again in his bed. God, I wanted him to fuck me. Did he want me to beg? I’d happily beg if he wanted it. I expected him to tell me to do just that.

Instead, he chuckled. “My girl is desperate for her Daddy, isn’t she?” he said, and I could hear the smug humor in his tone.

He deserved a certain level of smugness as far as I was concerned; he was the strongest, sexiest Daddy a girl could have, and he was mine. He stood beside the bed, bending over me, his lips so close I could feel his breath. His hand still pinned me with a firm grip on my neck, and I quivered beneath that dominance. I might have goaded him more, just to see what he would do, if it wasn’t for his other hand, the one that had again delved between my legs, this time even deeper.

He pushed his finger inside me and any words were forgotten. I could barely think, let alone talk; my only reaction was my ass lifting up, as if in reflex, offering myself to him submissively. My Daddy had his finger inside me, stroking me, even as he kept me pinned helpless to his bed, and I was nothing more than a whimpering puddle.

“Very well, Pam,” he said, “Let me tell you how I’m going to punish you.” Oh, fuck, yes. Tell, me, please. “First, I’m going to put this underneath you.” His hand left the back of my neck long enough to grab a pillow, and I felt his fingers brush my hip. I lifted at his light insistence, and he slid the pillow under me. It was surprisingly firm, serving to lift and angle my pelvis, and I knew my ass was raised, my pussy now even more on display. It seemed my kinky parents had a sex pillow, and it was now beneath me. Daddy had fucked Mommy over this, and now he was about to fuck me, too – I hoped.

Daddy seemed to like the way I was exposed, because his fingers splayed over my pussy, spreading my wetness around. “There’s my little slut,” he said as he gave my raised ass another slap. And I was his little slut; proffered over his pillow, naked on his bed, aroused and wet for him with my ass glowing warmly from his spanking – what else could I be? I’d only had sex a couple of times in my life, but I was certain that whatever Daddy did to me would be a completely different experience from what Kenny Davis had managed in well under a minute each of those first two times.

“And now I’m going to fuck you.” I almost came from those words alone, and my body trembled. I heard Daddy remove his robe, I felt the bed shift under his weight as he climbed on behind me, and a moment later both of his hands were stroking over my ass.

“Hmmm, ” he said thoughtfully, gently spreading my cheeks wide and exposing my most intimate parts to his eyes. “Should I take your ass first, or your delicious little wet pussy?”

I whimpered at the question, knowing it wasn’t up to me. I wanted him to take my pussy, because I had a burning need to be filled there and I really wanted to experience what sex could be like – the fleeting act when I lost my virginity and its disappointing repeat had hardly counted as sex. But even though I’d never had anal sex, I knew my ass was his whenever he decided to take it, and that thought turned me on even more. I wanted him to take me in every opening, to possess me as much as he possibly could, but at that moment I wasn’t in a fit state to make decisions. He could do whatever he wanted with me, and I just wished he would get on with it.

“Please fuck me, Daddy,” I begged.

He chuckled again, that deep, masculine chuckle. “I like it when you beg me, Pam.”

I felt his weight press gently against me and then his cock was between my thighs, hard and warm. I didn’t try to stifle my moan when he pushed the tip of his cock against my wet, open sex and just held it there, teasing me. I groaned my need and pushed my hips back against him, but he just pulled away completely and then shifted all of his weight to one arm so he could bring his hand down on my ass again.

“Sluts wait until Daddy is ready,” he said in the tone he used a hundred times in other situations. It was the I’m-not-taking-any-shit tone, the tone that said he’d been pushed to the point where he wasn’t being playful any more. I’d grown up with that tone; I’d just never heard it used with words like those in a context like this. It changed his voice from merely authoritarian to insanely-hot dominance, and I whimpered my submission in response.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I whispered, trying to force myself to relax across the pillow, to keep my ass up in offering, and to hold still for him. “I’ll try to be a good girl for you.”

He seemed to like that, because his cock came back, pushing again against my opening. “Do you want this?” he asked, and I could hear the strain in his voice of holding his body in that position, of keeping himself from driving into me.

“Yes, please, Daddy, please,” I begged, fighting to resist the urge to squirm beneath him.

He drove forward, his belly slapping into my ass with the sudden force of his thrust, pushing the oh-so-hard rigidity of his cock into the softness of my pussy, penetrating me, stretching me, filling me so full that I cried out at the pain and pleasure of it. It was like he’d stabbed me with his cock, forcing me to part for him, and I knew if I hadn’t already been so wet and willing it would’ve hurt like hell. I sensed he’d done it deliberately as a demonstration of his dominance over me, taking me in one movement, and I would not object or protest, because I was, willingly and completely, his slut.

He pressed his body against my raised ass. He might be bigger than Kenny Davis had been, but size wasn’t what mattered. It was the difference between a master and a bumbling amateur, because Daddy knew what he was doing and Kenny hadn’t had a clue. So Daddy felt bigger, filling me more than my toys did, and, with my pussy still getting used to the feel of him, he began to move.

I felt him pull away slowly and then drive forward; he wasn’t just going through the motions of fucking, he was making each thrust about taking me. Each thrust was deliberate, with an emphasis on penetration, a study in dominance. Each thrust filled me until his pelvis slapped into my ass, and he still pushed forward. He’d warmed my butt with his well-aimed spanks, and the coolness of his skin against the sting of mine added spice to the main event.

He braced himself on one arm and I tensed in anticipation of the slaps that might come down on my ass, but that wasn’t what happened. He fisted his hand in my hair, pulling my head up from the bed. I gasped, my back arching, and then my gasps became cries as he began to thrust into me faster, using the grip on my hair to pull against each thrust, until my body was one continuous sensation from the roots of my hair down to my tingling ass and roughly-taken pussy. I was his, and everything he did merely served to emphasize that. He wasn’t just inside my body, he was inside my head, too.

My orgasm struck without warning. It felt really different from when I played with myself, when I could sense it coming. This one just arrived; one moment I was at the peak of arousal, driven there by my Daddy’s masterful control of my body, and the next I was convulsing beneath him, my pussy clenching around him with spasms of pleasure, and the gasps and cries he was forcing from me jumped another octave.

“Yes,” he hissed between thrusts, “come when your Daddy fucks you, you little slut.”

When I heard that, my orgasm changed from a sudden arrival in my loins to something that gripped my whole body, my whole soul. I trembled beneath him with the force of it, and my cries died completely; I could only gasp for breath as he fucked me. I was lost in the intensity of it all, the sensations, his dominance, my powerlessness and submission, and the overarching knowledge that this was Daddy, fucking me and making me his.

Just as I thought things couldn’t get any more intense, they did. He tensed above me, his thrusts growing shorter and more urgent. I was sure I could feel his cock swell within me, and then he was spurting into me. My Daddy was coming in my body, filling my pussy with his seed, and the orgasm I’d been riding doubled in its intensity. I still couldn’t make a sound; my mouth was open, but my body had given up, surrendering to him and to my utter helplessness. My whole world was the feeling of his cock spurting inside me, his cum splashing against the walls of my sex and my pussy clenching around him as my own orgasm milked him for every drop he had.

I heard him groan as he held himself over me, his hips grinding into my ass again as he let himself bathe in the sensations of his own release, and it was a long moment before he finally relaxed, his body weight pushing me down into the bed.

We were both breathing hard, and my heart was hammering in my chest. I could even feel his heart beating against my back where he lay over me. And then, just when I thought we were done, he used the convenient handle of my hair to pull my head to one side and sink his teeth into the side of my neck.

I gasped, crying out from the suddenness and the pain, although there wasn’t much of that and it was mellowed by the wash of endorphins from the biggest orgasm I’d ever had in my life. The after-tremors of that orgasm were still making my body tremble, but, when he bit me, I knew what he was actually doing – he was marking me. It was possessive, showing his ownership of me, and on the back of that thought the next after-tremor I had felt like a full-blown orgasm. It was such a show of dominance that my body arched reflexively, my ass pushing up against his groin, and again he chuckled.

“Good girl,” he murmured against my ear, and I just about came again. Damn, but everything this man did or said was sexy as hell. How had I not seen it before this? I had been blind. But I knew now, and I planned on enjoying it as much as I could.

“Your good girl, Daddy,” I whispered in reply, and I slowly rubbed my body up against his.

“Mmm hmm, and don’t you forget it,” he said.

As if I ever could, I thought, then voiced that reaction. “I never will, Daddy.”

He rolled off of me onto his back on the bed beside me, slipping from inside me as he did. “Turn over,” he said, and, as I obeyed him, he whisked the sex pillow from beneath me, letting me lie down comfortably on the bed. “I have some rules you need to know.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“First, the cum I give you must never be wasted.”

Again I shivered at his words; even after he’d finished fucking me, he still was enforcing his dominance. “Yes, Daddy,” I answered, and my hand dipped down between my legs, one fingertip scooping up the trickle of his cum that had already leaked from inside me. I met his eyes as I lifted my finger to my mouth, sucking it clean, tasting him.

“Good little cum-slut,” he said, heat in his gaze as he watched me.

I shivered at his words as I trailed my hand down over my nakedness, but his gaze stayed on my face, waiting as I collected another load of his seed and brought it to my mouth. I was his cum-slut, his good little cum-slut, and I was eating all of his cum from my recently-fucked pussy.

“Second,” he said softly, watching me as I fed more of his cum onto my waiting tongue, “I want to be awakened with your mouth in the mornings.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I said as I dipped my fingers into my sex for more of his cum. I’d already figured that out; his conversation with my Mom that I’d overheard had implied as much. I assumed that she did the same thing, but she wasn’t here and I was, at least for one more morning. I lifted my fingers to my mouth, sticky with the mixture of his seed and my own wetness, and I licked the taste of him from my fingers as I thought about waking him up with my mouth on his cock.

He turned onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow, his other hand trailing lightly across my stomach and up to my breast. “I also require you to be ready whenever I want you,” he said, taking my nipple between finger and thumb and pulling slowly.

“Yes, Daddy,” I said again, shivering at the implications. I really didn’t see any problem with that requirement; I knew I’d be wet whenever I saw him or he spoke to me. He’d very quickly turned me into his slut, and his rule meant that he would simply take me, or play with me, whenever he wished, and that was fine by me. I pushed two fingers inside myself, making sure I’d captured the last of his seed, and again licked my fingers clean while he talked to me.

“No boyfriends without my express permission.”

“Of course, Daddy.” I said. Like any of them could live up to him. The thought hadn’t even crossed my mind.

“Are you done?” he said, nodding slightly towards my hand.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Then clean me off with your mouth,” he said, rolling again onto his back. “That’s another rule,” he added as I knelt up beside him and lowered my face to his groin.

“Yes, Daddy,” I murmured softly, feeling his hand slide into my hair to guide my mouth to his semi-hard cock. I licked slowly, tasting his skin and the remaining residue of his cum and mine. I took his cock between my lips and into my mouth, sucking gently as I licked him, and I moaned around him in the pleasure of it. I let him slip from my mouth long enough to say, “Thank you, Daddy.”

It was some time before we were both satisfied that my tongue had properly cleaned him.

Eventually, we got up and took a shower. It was as much fun to wash Daddy as to be washed by him, and, as he began to grow hard again, it almost looked like we wouldn’t get anything else done all day. But, in the end, he stepped from the shower with a final slap on my ass.

“Lunch on the deck in twenty minutes,” he said, walking out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom. “You can wear that bikini of yours – or come as you are.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I heard him moving around in the bedroom for a couple of minutes before he went downstairs, and I finished drying off and made my way to my own room. The bikini would be a good choice – it was the catalyst for all this, after all – but I had another idea. I chose a diaphanous wrap that I’d picked up for beach wear the year before and wound it lightly around my hips a couple of times. I was basically nude, but not completely; if he didn’t like it, he could pull it off of me easily enough, and I couldn’t help shivering as I considered that I hadn’t literally obeyed his command. He could punish me if he wanted, another spanking and all that would entail.