Lustful Discipline

Jasmin turned fifteen, and the unity gap between Jasmin and me was growing. I was more into discipline and rules. She was becoming more independent, and I saw the possibility of satisfying my deep lustful attraction with the young girl drifting away. I was angry about that to myself.

I went into my closet and noticed my camera bag wasn’t where I’d put it. A number one rule in the house is that no one is to touch my shit. Before I decided to question who had touched it, I checked whether whoever had touched it had left a card in it. There was no card, but I also had the camera set to back up photos to the internal memory. The internal memory required a password to view the files, so if someone used it, they couldn’t delete the pics.

The first image I saw when I checked the files was fifteen-year-old Jasmin, wearing a bright orange teddy with matching panties. I could see her young, firm, voluptuous breasts and erect nipples poking through the sheer fabric. What a beautiful sight. She’s 5’3 and 125 pounds—thick in all the right places, booty, thighs, C-cup tits. My dick instantly began to harden. In one picture, I saw she was bent over with her sweet ass in the air to the camera, attempting to pose, showing her ass cheeks and pussy as she was looking back at the camera before the timer expired to take the picture. My god, what a body. I had noticed her development earlier. I fought within myself to not have impure thoughts. I told myself that I wasn’t a pedophile, and she was too young. There was no way I could resist her, not after this.

I was home alone at the time. I printed out the pictures for proof and to justify what I was going to do. I put a glans ring on my cock before it got fully erect, as it was swelling at the sight of Jasmin and the sexiness of her young body. I took my clothes off and stood in front of the mirror, with my dick, screaming for release in my hand. Before I could begin to pleasure myself, I heard Jasmin come in from school.

“Jasmin, you go down to your room. We gotta talk!” I yelled from my room.

“About what? She asked.

“You’ll find out. I’ll be down in a few minutes,” I said.

I stood naked with my dick fully engorged as I looked at the pictures, and now with the thoughts of knowing she and I are in the house alone. I put my robe on, buck naked underneath, with a raging hard on. I grabbed my leather strap and the pictures and went down to her room.