Chapter 2: Bad Girl’s Get Spanked

When my mom took my fraternal twin sister to visit my grandparents for three weeks she made me promise to take care of Daddy. But I very much doubt she meant for her fourteen-year-old daughter to take over all her wifely duties.

But Daddy did. And I wanted to be a good girl like I promised Mom.

Yesterday, Daddy took my virginity in the changing room of a lingerie store. I was modeling my new sexy underwear for him, and that excited him. His dick was so hard, in such pain, I had to be a good girl and satisfy him.

And it was amazing submitting to him. I surrendered my body to Daddy and he rewarded me with ecstasy. His thick cock popped my chair and had had me moaning. It was so risky. We could have been caught, but Daddy didn’t care.

He reveled in the risk. It made the sex so hot.

Since I was on Summer break, Daddy expected me to clean the house. And be naked the whole time. I wondered if he made Mom do this. She was so submissive, too. She was always waiting on him, loving him by keeping the house clean, making great meals, and giving him constant sex. My sister and I would hear them all the time.

She was such a fifties housewife. I learned at school that women shouldn’t be subservient to their husbands and boyfriends, but Mom was so happy doing it. And now I understood.

Which was why I cleaned the house naked. It was exciting. It brought such a rush. I wanted to call Mom and ask her if she did the same thing. Was she naked while my sister and I were in school? Did her hot pussy drip juices down her thighs as she scampered about the house, reveling in the thrill of nudity?

But I couldn’t ask her. Mom could never know how much I replaced her. It would break her heart. When she returned, I would go back to my normal role as daughter, and Mom would take care of Daddy the way she always had.

But I didn’t want this to end. Last night, in bed, Daddy had made love to me. He had licked and caressed and touched every wonderful part of my body. My pussy grew wetter just remembering his strong lips nuzzling into my cunt and tonguing me to orgasm after orgasm. I bucked and gasped on his bed, making all those wonderful noises Mom would make.

I understood. Daddy was amazing. Such a handsome, hunky stud.

I had dinner cooking in the crock-pot when Daddy came home. The moment I heard his car pull into the driveway, I did what Mom would do—I rushed to the door to greet him. I stood naked, trembling, my nipples hard atop my round breasts.

Keys jingled. Footsteps approached. I glimpsed his shadowy figure through the frosted window. I reached out and opened the door, smiling at my Daddy. He was so tall, his muscular chest stretching the dress shirt he wore. And his hair was dark. It made him seem so powerful and dangerous.

“How was your day, Daddy?” I asked as I took his briefcase.

“Good, good.” The slightest hint of a smile touched his lips as his eyes glanced down at my body. I straightened my back more, thrusting my round breasts out. I was proud of them. They were growing nicely, bigger than Alice’s, my fraternal twin. Her tits were smaller.

She was such a brat I was glad I had one thing better than her.

Daddy stepped into the house and closed the door before anyone saw I was naked. But the thrill made me so wet. I squeezed my thighs tight together as Daddy took off his suit jacket. I took that from him along with his tie. I knew Mom’s routine. I had seen it so many times growing up. It was always the same.

I raced upstairs to put the tie, suit jacket, and briefcase where they belonged before rushing back downstairs and finding dad sitting in his recliner. I froze, realizing there was something I had to do before the massage. Blushing, I dashed back to the kitchen to get him a bottle of his favorite beer.

I returned and presented it to him. He didn’t comment on my mistake.

“How was your day, Daddy?” I asked as I knelt down before him and unlaced his loafer.

“Long,” he groaned. “Lots of meetings. Idiots fucked up the project and they needed Daddy to rescue their asses.”

I smiled as I pulled off his loafer then the other. I set them aside before pulling off his dress socks and exposing his large feet. His toes were so thick. I grabbed his right foot and began massaging it. Mom had talked to me about it before.

“You need to dig your thumbs into his soles,” she had said a few weeks ago as she massaged Daddy’s foot. It was a rare time were I wasn’t banished from the living room like usual. Normally, my sister and I were not allowed to be in the living room when Mom massaged Daddy’s feet. “He likes the pressure to wipe away the stress. It’s wonderful and intimate. Right, dear?”

Daddy had nodded, staring down at Mom with this glint in his eyes.

The same glint he had now. I knew what it meant—possessive, dominating. He owned me. He was the reason I was naked and my brown hair was in a long braid. Daddy liked women with braided hair. Mom’s hair was always braided. I had seen Daddy holding it and leading her around like it was her leash while Mom smiled all the time.

Daddy drank his beer and we chit-chatted while I massaged his feet. I imagined other men would come home and watch TV before dinner, but my parents always talked about their day to each other, catching each other up as Mom massaged his foot.

I understood. It was so romantic. I felt so close to Daddy and so jealous of Mom. I hoped she never returned from Grandma’s.

After I massaged his feet, we had dinner. The chicken was a little rubbery from the crock-pot, but Daddy didn’t complain. Instead of watching TV after dinner, Daddy fucked me hard. It was so wonderful. He bent me over the dining room table and took me from behind. Then he threw me down on the couch and mounted me.

We ended up in his bed, the headboard banging while I screamed my lungs out in absolute delight.

I loved taking Mom’s place. I was Daddy’s good girl.

“Kneel,” Daddy ordered me the next morning. He was dressed and ready for work, but he held a tube in one hand and a curious, tapered object made of out stainless steel in the other. It was as thick as two of my fingers at its widest then tapered off to a rounded end. There was a small, circular handle at the bottom.

“Yes, Daddy,” I answered, not sure what was going on.

I pressed my face to the carpet. I was naked like yesterday. Daddy knelt behind me. Was he going to fuck me one last time before work? He had already taken me in the shower, pumping his incestuous cum into my teenage womb as my breasts rubbed against the tiled wall.

He parted my butt-cheeks. I gasped in shock. I had heard girls whisper about anal sex before. Was that what we were doing? A moment later, I gasped as a cold gel squirted against my butt-hole.

“Daddy?” I asked, a fearful whine in my voice. He was so big. I heard anal hurt.

“Good girls don’t complain,” Daddy said as he rubbed the slippery gel—no, it was lube—against my sphincter.

I shuddered at the strange sensations fluttering from my backdoor. I bit my lip and squirmed as he caressed my flesh. I hadn’t expected anything like this. What was he doing to me? My pussy itched as he stroked me.

And then he pressed something against my butt-hole. I wanted to let out another questioning moan. But I also wanted to be a good girl. My body trembled. My eyes bulged as my sphincter widened about the intruding device. It was cold, tapered. The object. He was putting it into my butt, stretching me out. I groaned, wanting to clench my sphincter and fight it.

But then Daddy would be bad.

“That’s it,” he said as it popped all the way into me, the wide handle sticking out of my rear and nestled between my butt-cheeks. “That’s Daddy’s good girl.”

I swallowed and nodded. It felt so strange. I shifted my hips and my bowels clenched on it. I was so aware of it. It felt so naughty back there. The itch in my pussy grew. Juices trickled out. I wanted to masturbate.

I wanted to be fucked.

“What is it, Daddy?”

“A butt plug,” he answered. “I need to get your ass ready.”

I bit my lip. “For your cock, Daddy?”

He seized my braid and turned my face to look at him. “What do you think.?”

“That I am your good girl, and good girls let their Daddies fuck their asses.”

I knew his kiss was my reward. My answer pleased him. I moaned into his lips, closing my eyes as I savored the passion. I loved him so much. My heart beat with excitement while my asshole clenched down on the butt plug.

Then he broke the kiss and straightened.

I licked my lips and blinked my eyes. “Do you ... need me to relieve you, Daddy?”

“Yes,” he groaned, his dick tenting his slacks. “But I have to get to work. We’ll both suffer a bit today.”

I nodded.

“And Melody, no masturbating. Good girls only cum when Daddy lets them.”

I blinked. “Yes, Daddy.”

He kissed me again then I handed him his jacket and briefcase. He went out the door while I squirmed, the butt plug so deep in my ass. Every movement made me so aware of it and the burning sensations it churned.

Wonderful sensations. So naughty.

I so wanted to masturbate. My pussy begged to be touched and caressed. I would control myself and be Daddy’s good girl.

It was so hard. Every chore I did only made me hornier. I kept thinking about the butt plug. I couldn’t lie down and stop moving. I had to clean the entire house. All two stories, four bedrooms, two-and-a-half baths, and the basement. Well, not all of the basement. Daddy’s workshop, which dominated half the basement, was off-limits to Alice and me.

Mom called when I was eating a peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich for lunch. I squirmed on the hard, dining room chair as I answered my phone. “Hi, Mom. How’s it going?”

“Hectic,” she answered. “But your Grandma and Grandpa are getting along better. Your grandpa’s adjusting.”

“Good.” I bit my lip. “Will you be coming home earlier?” I held my breath.

“I doubt it. So I hope you’re taking care of your father. He needs a woman’s touch in his life.”

“I am, Mom. I even massaged his feet last night.” And fucked him, sucked his cock, and let him lick my pussy. But I doubted Mom wanted to learn her underage daughter was fucking her husband.

“Good, good. And you’re doing everything he asks?”

“Everything,” I purred. It was so hard to keep the excitement out of my voice. “And we had so much fun shopping for clothes on Sunday.”

“I heard. Your Dad told me about it. You modeled some new underwear for him. I hope it’s not too racy. Your only fourteen, Melody.”

“Mom, all the girls are wearing panties like that,” I groaned. “And Daddy liked them.”

She laughed. “I’m sure he did. Well, I’m glad you two are getting along. And you are cleaning the house?”

“Yes, Mom.” Naked and with a butt plug in my ass.

“And cooking him breakfast and dinner?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Well, that’s wonderful. I miss you and your dad so much and ... Alice, what are you doing?”

I heard my twin sister in the background being a brat. I waited while Mom and her had a quick spat. Mom came back on the phone. “I have to go. You’re sister is being Alice again.”

“You should spank her.”

“Discipline is your Daddy’s job. Alice will be in for a huge one when we get back.”

I giggled, looking forward to it. “Okay, Mom, love you.”

“Love you, too.”

And I did love my mom, even if she would take my place again when she returned. I didn’t want that. I wanted Daddy all to myself. I loved him so much. I squirmed on my chair, my pussy growing hotter and hotter as I relived our shower sex.

The water cascading down our bodies. The steam rising around us. His cock slamming into my pussy. It was so wrong. That was the cock that squirted the seed into my mother’s pussy and made me. And I wasn’t on birth control.

What if Daddy and I made a daughter of our own? I rubbed my belly, imaging my stomach growing rounder and rounder. Pregnant with my daddy’s baby. It was such a wicked thought. My pussy was so juicy and—

I caught my fingers sliding down my vulva to caress my pussy.

“Bad fingers,” I groaned and hopped off the chair.

I threw myself back into cleaning to take my mind away from my hot cunt. I washed my plate, wiped off the crumbs from the table, and cleaned up the puddle of my pussy juices off the wooden chair. Then I ran the swifter over the kitchen floor, the butt plug shifting in my asshole as I went back and forth.

It was such sweet torture.

Worse, I was running out of chores to do by three o’clock. I had cleaned everything—dusted, polished, scrubbed. Yesterday, after I finished, I relaxed and texted my friends, then masturbated, then watched prank videos on YouTube, texted with my friends more.

Standard stuff.

But I couldn’t masturbate today. I couldn’t run out of chores to—

The doorbell rang.

I gasped, my heart thudding. I was naked. I had a butt plug in my ass. And someone was at the door. It rang again and a familiar voice of my best friend Sun shouted, “Hey, Melody, open up. I know you’re home. I saw your last post.”

I groaned. I had told Sun just five minuets ago on Snapchat that I was home cleaning.

“Um, just a second,” I shouted back, trying to think.

I had to get dressed.

“Why?” Sun asked.

I didn’t answer. I raced up stairs, the butt plug and my hot pussy forgotten beneath the fear of being caught naked. I burst into my room and found the first dress I could I pulled on, the short skirt falling to just past my ass, the blouse cut low, cupping my round breasts. It was a new one and Daddy loved it.

I raced back downstairs, holding my skirt tight to my thighs to keep it from flaring, and yanked open the door.

“Geez, what was that about?” Sun asked. “Were you sneaking a boy out the back or something? I wouldn’t tell on you.”

“No, no. I was just ... wearing dirty clothes. From cleaning.”

Sun was petite and Korean, her face delicate and a lovely pale-olive complexion. Her short, shiny-black hair fell down to her shoulders. She should have longer hair. Daddy liked long hair in a braid and...

I pushed that thought aside.

“So this is how you’re choosing to spend Summer break?” Sun asked, arching her eyebrow as she walked in, her slim legs flashing. She wore a pair of hot-pink booty shorts that showed off her boyish hips. Her shirt was tight. She had almost no breasts, just a pair of budding mounds.

“I have to take care of the house while my mom is away,” I said.

Sun rolled her eyes. “You are far too much of a good girl.”

I smiled at her. “I like being a good girl.”

Sun shook her head. “I’m bored. Want to go to the mall?”

I glanced at the clock. “I have to start dinner in an hour.”

“You’re cooking, too? Geez, is your dad that helpless?”

“I like cooking.”

“Fine, but let’s do something. I’m soooo bored.”

We ended up talking about boys on my bed and looking at magazines. She had the latest issue of Teen, and we did the quiz about which type of boy we liked. Then we giggled over the results. And the entire time, my pussy was on fire from my butt plug.

It was such a thrill. My friend had no idea that I had a butt plug shoved into my ass or I wore no panties. She didn’t know that I was my daddy’s lover. That I would do anything for him. She would freak out if she knew the truth. I had a secret romance. Taboo. Forbidden.

I wished Daddy was here to fuck me. Even in my ass.

She followed me down to the kitchen as I started dinner. It was a roast. I seasoned it and then popped it into the oven to cook while we talked. She perched on the counter, sipping her diet coke, shaking her head with amusement.

“You’re such a Stepford wife,” she laughed. “Or, I should say, a Stepford daughter.”

“What?” I asked.

“It’s this book I had to read for Mrs. McKenzie’s class.” Sun made a face, which screwed up her slanted eyes and made them appear even narrower. “It was about all these women who became the perfect, subservient housewives. Cooking, cleaning, pleasing their men. All that garbage.” She made a face. “But it turned out, they were really robots. The husbands were replacing their wives. Are you a robot?”

“I don’t think so,” I giggled. “I just like doing this. And so does my mom.”

“She is such a Stepford wife,” agreed Sun. Then she smiled. “Though your dad is such a hunk. Mmm, I could be his Stepford wife, too.”

I nodded my head. “I do have the hunkiest dad.”

“Ooh, do you have a crush on him, too? It’s okay. It happens with girls. The Electra complex. We all want to be Daddy’s girl. Well, not me. My Daddy is so...” She shuddered. “But yours. Ooh, I would be his good girl if he let me.”

“Well, he won’t.”

“I know. I’ve seen him with your mom. The way she smiles. You know your mom is getting fucked hard. Remember our last sleepover? How hard they were fucking?”

I nodded my head.

“And why in the basement. What was up with that?”

“It’s my dad’s workshop,” I answered. “I’m not allowed to go in there.”

“Huh, really?” Sun bit her lip. “I wonder if it’s—”

Whatever she said was lost on me as I heard Daddy’s car pull into the driveway. I let out an excited squeal and ran to the front door to greet him. Sun followed, rolling her eyes as I stood patiently at the door.

“What are you doing?”

“Welcoming him home,” I answered. “Like my mom would do.”

“Geez, you do have a crush on him.”

I blushed and my ass clenched about my butt plug. But before I could answer, footsteps crunched on the gravel walkway. Daddy’s blurred form appeared in the doorway. I took a deep breath and yanked the door open. “Welcome home, Daddy.” His eyes flicked down to my clothes. They hardened. His jaw tightened. I wasn’t naked. I was supposed to be naked. But I had to get dressed. Sun had come over. He had to understand that. I couldn’t be naked all the time.