Kiki's Chastity Belt
Copyright© 2025 by RetrospectiveInsomnia
Chapter 3
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 3 - A father locks his daughter up in a chastity belt to train her.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction School Incest Father Daughter BDSM DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Rough Sadistic Spanking Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Sex Toys Small Breasts
It was the last week of May, and between the final few days of school and the start of summer vacation, Kiki found herself wishing it couldn’t have come faster. Though to be honest, even if she was glad to finally be out, it wasn’t really that much of a break. Her parents were always eager for her to learn, and against the endless activities they signed her up for, there was hardly any time for herself. Both to relax and also to think about the chastity belt locked around her waist, which really just meant that besides the distant sense of frustration that always seemed to linger between her legs at night there was nothing to worry about, was there?
Right ... if only the world worked that way. Sometimes, she should really learn how to stop jinxing herself when it came to such things. Especially given the types of punishments her father liked to hand out, and so as the very first day of her upcoming tennis lessons came around, it was with a great deal of misery that she found herself bent over the edge of the kitchen counter with the back of her skirt lifted above her waist.
Hesitantly, Kiki bit down. In front of her was her report card. Three A’s in total for English, Chemistry, and PE. After that came her two B’s for Social Studies and then Geography, which was hardly that surprising since nobody really liked that class. But even though her father knew this and let her get away with it, there was no way for her to ignore the single red C at the bottom that reflected her abysmal grade in Math. And so even as she stared down at the rough pattern of the marble laid out in front of her, there was nothing she could do as he reached over to pull her panties aside to expose the tight little ring of her anus.
Poke ... poke ... poke ... Kiki groaned. The feeling of being played with back there was awful like always. Even more so as the familiar bottle of lubrication made an appearance, and she curled her hands together into a fist. If this took any longer, she thought, then they were definitely going to end up late. But it wasn’t like it was her fault either way, was it? Or that she even had to care. Her father would probably just make up some excuse about being stuck in traffic, and the instructor would simply go along with it as if they hadn’t managed to miss most of her first day.
“How many times?” he said.
“Pardon?” said Kiki.
A moment later though, it was with a rather embarrassing look that she quickly put her head back down. In hindsight, it was obvious what he meant.
“How many times do you want to be spanked today,” he said, “I’m going to leave that part for later after we get back home, but that doesn’t mean you can get out of it.”
“I...,” said Kiki.
“Or do you think that just the usual punishment is enough for today?” he said.
There was another embarrassing movement as he spread her apart a little more, and Kiki let out a whine. It was hard not to grit her teeth against the feeling of her muscles being stretched, and shifting her feet she took a deep breath. Already, she could feel her clit poking out from underneath its hood, and the last thing she wanted was to think about was the weight of her chastity belt in between her legs.
“Twenty strokes?” she said.
“Only twenty?” said her father, “Do you think that’s enough?”
“Twenty-five then,” said Kiki. And then turning the numbers over again before he could say anything else, “One for each point I missed on the test. Because I got a seventy-five overall, and I know you said it doesn’t count like that, but just five more points would have made a B, and well...”
Gradually, she trailed off. Was that enough? It had to be, and in the brief moment of silence that followed it was almost like she was waiting in line to be sentenced. All the while, the fingers continued to move against her as her father poked at the very center of her ring. Oh, how she hated the feeling of having her life in someone else’s hands. Especially as he looked down at her, and the feeling wasn’t made any better as he leaned in to examine the softly puckered ridges of her anus. Bit by bit the stimulation pressed inward, and by the time he finally spoke again it was almost as if the entire world was watching.
Though whether it was from being examined like this, or the fact that she could just about feel the very first signs of something hot and sticky leaking down the inside of her thighs was better off unsaid.
“Twenty-five it is then,” he said shortly, “But only if you manage not to clench.”
“Or else...,” said Kiki.
“Or else I’ll get the ginger, and then we’ll see how many more times it takes for you to get it right,” he said, “Alternatively, there’s also the cream. Just a couple of drops should do the trick. Though considering that I had to hold your hands out of the way the last time...”
“No, not that!” said Kiki quickly, “Just the ginger, please.”
“Are you sure?” he said, “It’s going to burn quite a lot.”
“Yes, I’m sure!” she said, “That way you won’t have to take out the brush, and I promise I won’t clench no matter what, so you don’t have to do it there, okay?”
Looking up, she started to rise. In response, however, the only thing that happened was for the fingers to move in even closer, and gripping down even tighter she tried everything she could to clear her head. Though despite her best attempt there was no way for her to avoid thinking about the memory, and holding onto the opposite edge of the kitchen counter she shuddered in vain.
Like, how was she supposed to know that the innocent looking blend of aphrodisiacs would have such a potent effect when applied to her down there. Or that the effects would end up sticking around for the next couple of days, and against several months of denial bottled up inside, trying to fall asleep with her pajamas soaked through had been one of the worst experiences of her life. But oh well. It wasn’t as if she would have to make that decision for another couple of hours at least. Not until they were back home from her tennis lessons, and as the fingers moved against her a couple more times to ensure that her bottom was thoroughly lubricated, she bit down hard on her lips.
Here it was, she thought. This was the first part of the punishment. Following that was the sound of a zipper being undone, and she tried not to whine as she felt something stiff poking against her rear.
“Hold still,” said her father, “The less you fight it, the easier it’ll be.”
“I’m trying,” groaned Kiki, “It’s not going in.”
“Are you relaxing yourself properly then?” he said, “Doesn’t seem like it to me.”
“I don’t-...,” said Kiki.
“Or do you think that I’m going to let you go just because it’s been a while since you last took it down here?” he said.