Chapter 7

I got Edgar alone after he came home before he could tune out and turn on his video games.

I asked him how he was getting along with his sister. He was tight-lipped and said that things were fine.

“Has she improved lately?”

“I don’t know,” Edgar didn’t want to commit to any answers.

I asked him what the worst thing she ever did to him was. I expected some of the typical sibling pranks or rivalry that Steve and Amanda had mentioned.

“Well, she tricked me once into thinking a girl that I really liked was interested in me. We were swimming at the community pool, and then when I started talking to her, she came behind me, whipped my shorts down, and got everyone to laugh at my boner,” Edgar said.

“Wow, what did you do to get her back?”

“Get her back?” Edgar acted like that was out of the question. Despite their age differences, it seemed that Heather picked on her youngest brother the most. “She says that I am weak and pathetic, and she is trying to toughen me up.”

“Has she said that lately?”

“No, but uh, one time,” Edgar was hesitant to tell me the story. I had to promise that I wouldn’t be mad at him. “Her last boyfriend Rick made her, uh, show me her boobs and even let me touch them. She said it was probably the only way I’d ever see real boobs...”

“Other than that, Have you ever seen a girl’s bare boobs?”

“No,” Edgar admitted with a look of shame. I told him that it was okay that he hadn’t and that one day he’d be up to his neck in boobies. “You are a handsome, sensitive kid. You just haven’t hit your growth spurt yet, Edgar. I promise you, there will be plenty of girls who let you see their tits.”

Edgar didn’t have any other stories about his sister to share.

I felt I was finally getting a complete picture of Heather’s behavior around others. She wasn’t always nice, but she also wasn’t a serial killer or comic book villain. I was curious about Rick’s methods and almost considered reading through Heather’s emails to see if I could contact him. I had her password to her email account.

I spoke to my wife after that. It was a more casual conversation, and she was the one to bring up Heather.

“You were out a long time last night,” she said.

“Yeah, Heather and I are doing some daddy-daughter bonding,” I shrugged my explanation. I didn’t want it to seem all that weird to my wife.

“You have three other kids that would like to spend some time with Daddy,” she pointed out. I agreed and said I’d make time for them as well. Obviously, not making them suck cocks at a dirty glory hole. I might have to plan some family time, though, for all of us to do something a little more wholesome.

“I think I am getting through to her, Karen.”

“Where did you guys go?” she asked.

I hated lying to my wife, but I couldn’t tell her that we went to an adult store with glory hole booths. “We just kind of drove around and talked.”

“I see,” Karen said coldly. That was never a good sign. My wife could scare me with just those two little words.

“What do you see?” I tried to interject some levity.

“Last weekend, you sent her outside to wash our cars in a tiny bikini to humiliate her, caught her playing us for fools by borrowing money when she obviously splurged on her own cash, and then now you seem to be lavishing her with attention.”

“It’s not like that. I am trying to help her take responsibility for her actions. I even had her prepare a budget and taught her how to balance it against her checkbook.”

“I am starting to worry that Heather is just pretending to be nice to get something from us. Is she trying to butter you up?”

“I do not think so,” I admitted truthfully.

“Okay, I love you, and I trust you,” Karen added. I felt guilty that I didn’t tell her the truth, but what could I have told her? That I was spanking our daughter and locking her pussy up? I told my wife that I loved her too.

When I went to pick up my daughter, she was working hard. Melody gave her a 10 out of 10. My daughter approached me after wrapping up her shift. “They love the writing on my body but not the chastity belt so much. Melody asked if she could spank me since I can’t fuck Dave.”

“Wow,” I said. “How do you feel about it?”

“I hate it, but I do not think I’ll ever live this down now, either. It’s up to you,” Heather looked at me with an excited expression. She seemed like someone who was reading a book and waiting to find out what happens next in the story that was about her.

“Melody, I understand that you want to spank my daughter when she is naughty?” I approached her at the front desk. Heather was at my side. Melody looked at Heather, and Heather cast her eyes down as if she was intimidated.

“As long as it’s with your open bare hand, and nothing else, you can spank her on the ass or bare tits in private when she is naughty, but as long as she keeps working hard, then I expect you to treat her fairly.”

Melody snickered. “I was just thinking Dave might like to see us play rough together. He likes me bossing around blonde little Heather.”

“No serious bruises and I don’t want her getting fired,” I insisted. Heather couldn’t even look up. She was so ashamed of herself.

“I don’t think Heather is in any danger of being fired. She’s going to be employee of the month if she keeps this up,” Mandy said. As I was leaving, Melody added, “At first, I thought you guys were pulling my leg, but a Chastity belt on a Hooter’s girl? At work? You guys are kinky AF.”

“Thank you,” I nodded as we left. I took my daughter by the hand and led her to the truck. “Do you see why I didn’t want you to get punished in front of the family at home? This is getting kind of out of hand.” I asked.

My daughter started removing her shorts and pantyhose. She had pulled it up over the chastity belt.

“I didn’t tell you to strip in the truck,” I said.

“I know, I just wanted to ride naked. Is that okay?”

“We are going back to the adult bookstore,” I nodded that it would be fine but that she wouldn’t be naked for long.

“It’s funny that they call it a bookstore. There aren’t many books,” she giggled. I loved how naïve and enthusiastic Melody could be about things. She could come across as very jaded and worldly when she was being a bitch, but the world was funny to her when she was a bimbo.

Over the next few days, things continued pretty much as they had for us, and we fell into a routine. In the morning, I would find the time to spank her or make her do humiliating things for me. I loved watching her double-fist her pussy and pump it until she was queefing and orgasming like a quivering little piggy.

I made her wear her pig nose and crawl around the house. I wrote disgusting, foul things on her ass in magic marker. Dave or Monica would underline or write funny words right back on her butt cheek.

I kept her in the chastity belt pretty much 24/7. The hornier that my daughter became, the more compliant and willing to debase or degrade herself as part of a punishment – just for permission to cum for me.

I used ice water a lot on her dildos and gave her a choice to masturbate with a frozen dildo OR simply stand there naked without the chastity belt on. She’d pick the painful ice dildo because she was that horny and turned on.

Around the house with the rest of the family, she was generally pleasant. There were times that she got snippy or rude. I wasn’t sure how much of that was testing to see if I was paying attention or simply the result of Heather not having constant punishments.

I punished her for much longer than three hours per day, not to mention the fact that she wore the chastity belt. I even began putting other things in the chastity belt or rubbing Icy-Hot cream or even mild hot sauce on her pussy and asshole.

Yes, I touched my daughter’s pussy and ass. I spanked her, pinched her, poked her, even pulled her labia apart, and attached metal binder clips. My daughter’s pussy and nipples are very elastic and springy – I loved flicking them and watching them jiggle while saying, “Boi-oi-ing, Boi-oi-ing.”

There was a night when the family was going out to eat dinner. I made an excuse to stay home because I had to pick up Heather from work. She had been growing VERY popular at the bookstore, and almost every night, she was kept busy by an ever-growing fan base.

The night before, she even walked out of the stalls completely naked except for her chastity belt. She announced to the store that she was lonely and that there were “three holes, no waiting” before walking back into the stall. Several of the customers had been milling around after getting a blowjob earlier. A couple guys went back for seconds after she made that announcement.

I had decided to take a break from the bookstore tonight. When I picked her up, she was working her tail off for Monica and really earning her tips. Her hours had nearly been doubled since this all began, and she was well on her way to making over a thousand dollars in one week alone. I had no doubt that she was sucking more than four cocks a day at work, even though I had limited Monica to that.

Whatever was happening at work was working. If it wasn’t broken, I wasn’t about to “fix it.”

“No bookstore, Daddy?”

“Nope, I thought we could just have some dinner at home,” I said. I drove through one of her favorite fast food restaurants when she was a kid and ordered her favorite meal as a kid for her.

“That’s sweet, Daddy. I don’t really like hamburgers anymore,” she smiled. Her tone was rude, though – almost condescending. It was as if she expected I was dumb for not knowing she no longer ate hamburgers. It was only a few short years ago this was her favorite food.

I looked over at her grimly.

“Oh, is this my punishment?” she half-smiled her question.

“No, not everything is a punishment, but you could show gratitude instead of being a twerp and telling me you won’t eat what I bought you.”

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t eat it, just that I don’t eat it anymore. Sorry, Daddy,” she apologized.

“You are coming along nicely, cunt. We have a good rhythm, but you are a lot of work.”

“I know I am a hot mess, daddy. I appreciate you kicking my ass daily,” she offered. “It’s been a lot different with you than it was with Rick,” she said.

“I do not like constantly being compared to some snot-nosed boy who used to spank your stinky little ass. Now, strip naked and get out of the truck,” I pulled to the side of the road in our neighborhood.

“Wha?”

I smacked my daughter’s tits and told her to jump out and run back home. “Let’s see if you build up an appetite for this hamburger that you didn’t want. I expect you to beat me home, and if not, then you are going to have that hamburger shoved up your ass. You can decide if you want to eat it or not after that!”

I didn’t plan to really shove the hamburger up her ass. I just wanted to motivate her. I made her hold the to-go bag from the restaurant in her teeth and sprint home. It was hilarious watching her run in the darkness. She was completely naked except for the chastity belt, and she looked terrified. I think it would be easier to explain why she was naked than why she was wearing the belt if she was caught.

We live in a busy neighborhood, but after 8pm, there aren’t a lot of people outside except people walking their dogs. She would have to hide behind fences or trash cans in order to make it unseen.

I took my time driving home. I saw her waiting for me on the porch, on her hands and knees, the bag in her teeth.

“Good cunt, I should make you wash my truck and show the family what a cunt you truly are. I think they’d find your punishments amusing,” I teased as I approached and patted her head. “How does that burger smell now?”

“Dee-lifish,” she mumbled as she held the bag in her teeth. I made her crawl inside, then I took the time to chop up her food and put it in a little bowl. I wanted to watch her eat it without her hands like a little dog. It was the first time I had gone that far.

I watched as my daughter chowed down. Her body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat from her night-time streaking activity. It was very sexy to see her down on her knees.

“You know what you need?” I asked rhetorically. She looked up for a moment from the bowl. Her face had mustard dripping from her lips.

I grabbed her head, put my butt in her face, and then farted really hard.

“Oh God, Daddy!!! I said punish me, not kill me,” she choke-gagged for a second but then laughed. We both laughed.

Later, I made us both popcorn, and we sat on the couch together. I unlocked her and told her she could take her chastity belt off and “Air her cooch out.”I was the only one with the key. I liked to joke about how she would have to explain this to a locksmith if I ever lost them.

She sat on the couch completely naked. Heather had her feet up and lay sprawled across half of the couch with her bowl of popcorn. I sat on the other side of the couch.

“This is really nice,” she admitted as we sat in the dark and watched an old movie together. It was the original Fletch starring Chevy Chase. It still held up nicely. My daughter was impressed. I could quote entire scenes from the movie from memory. She giggled at all of my jokes.

I wasn’t sure if she was just buttering me up, or if she was genuinely amused. I guess it didn’t matter. I liked that we were hanging out, and there wasn’t anything wrong with that at all.

Every minute didn’t have to be humiliation and punishment.

“I never knew you were a nudist,” I observed my daughter’s apparent preference not to wear clothes around me.

“I am really not. I hate being naked and exposed. At the same time, running home like that was a mind-fuck. I had no idea if some old man would pop out and catch me. I half expected some old man named Mr. Johnson to be watering his hedges at 8’O Clock at night and ask me what I was doing.”

“Yeah, what would you have said?”

“I don’t know,” she admitted.

“The truth. You are such a natural little liar that you don’t default to the truth, Heather.”

“My dad is punishing me because I didn’t appreciate the hamburger he got me, so he is making me run home naked, holding it in my mouth to make me hungry?”

“Yeah, you could call him Sir or something like that,” I shrugged playfully. I poked her, and she poked me back.

“Hey, I do the poking around here,” I jammed my finger into her fat pussy flaps. Heather playfully turned around and lunged toward me. We began to wrestle on the couch, just playfully and not at all in a sexual manner.

Obviously, though, my daughter was naked and had incredible tits. They brushed me, and I got excited. The next thing that I knew, I had her pinned back on the couch, and I was holding both of her hands over her head. I had her completely where I wanted her and at my mercy. The look on her pretty face was shock and a sweet sort of surrender – like she hoped I would win.

I leaned in and kissed her. It felt right at first until she returned my kiss with tongue, and I realized this was wrong. I pulled away and let her hands go. “Daddy, it’s okay. Let me show you how much I appreciate this,” she caressed me, and I was so tempted to let her take my dick out of my pants.

“How about you slide down on the ground and kneel in front of the couch. I need a footstool.”

“Daddy? Please? Let me have your dick. We’ve come this far. It’s only fair.”

She was already sliding off of the couch reluctantly and getting in position at my feet.

I knew that my daughter meant that we had already crossed so many lines of taboo between a father and daughter that we might as well. I rested my heavy boots on her supple back. I marveled at how muscular yet feminine her back was – blemish free.

“You can jerk me off into your popcorn and eat it,” I told her to turn around so that she faced me and unzipped my pants.

“Daddy! Fuck me, please? Cum in my asshole,” she begged.

“No slut, you don’t deserve a dick in your ass! You can eat cum like a good little cum-gobbler, though.”

“Is that why you take me to the bookstore night after night? To turn me into a cum-gobbler that just wants to suck cock? I haven’t been fucked in WEEKS,” she begged as she reached up and put her hand around my cock.

When she started stroking me, it felt much better than I thought it would. I jerked off all the time. Having her tiny hand around my package was a completely different experience.

“We’ve only been doing this for a week,” I reminded her as she stroked me off.

“It feels like weeks, Daddy! You locked up my two favorite toys, and I am going a little stir-crazy. Can’t I sit on this dick?”

“No, slut! You are in punishment. You are going to be teased, toyed with, and give OTHERS pleasure with your mouth, and when you FINALLY get that chastity belt off for good, then you can fuck to your heart’s delight. It will feel like a reward that you truly earned!”

“But Daddy, I don’t want this to end. I want to keep being punished. I do not want to go back to being a brat just to spend time with you.”

“You aren’t being punished by spending time with me,” I reminded her sourly. She was pumping my cock at a nice pace, but I wanted her to go faster.

“I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant that I like spending time with you, and I like this arrangement. I wish it was all the time. I don’t want to earn my freedom, but I want to fuck sometimes,” she pouted. I heard what she said and found it hard to believe she wanted to continue permanently.

“You want to keep things like this for a YEAR?”

“I’d go fuck-crazy not having sex for a year, but yes, I want to do this for as long as you will. I don’t want to go back to how it was,” she said as she pumped my dick. “Can I at least spit on your cock?”

“Yes,” I nodded. She crawled up between my legs and spat on my dick. A long strand of her spittle ran down onto my head. It felt great. It was like she was working with clay on a potter’s wheel, and she was spinning me up into this massive hard-on statue. She crawled back down and returned to being my footstool while giving me a handjob.

I had expected to let her out of this a lot sooner. It was not that I wasn’t enjoying it. It was that I was worried we’d grow too comfortable and my wife would find out. I also felt she should have a goal that she was working toward and want to be free.