Chapter 9

Faith let Dirk take her hand and lead her over to one of the couches. She stood like a penitent child, as he sat down on the edge of the cushion with his legs coming together to form a support for her to lie across. With her head hung and staring down at the floor, Faith shifted from one foot to the other, stealing a glance at Dirk from time to time, just as she used to at her father when she was waiting for him to spank her.

"All right, Faith. Let's get it over with," Dirk said, reaching out and grasping her wrist. He pulled her down across his lap, then spread his legs till one supported her lower belly and one pressed against the bottom of her breasts. "This is going to hurt me more than it is you, young lady," he said, feigning the authority of a self-righteous father, because Faith seemed to be taking the game so seriously.

"You always say that, Daddy."

"That's only because it's true. I get no pleasure from this sort of thing. I don't like to hurt my little girl, you know that. But you have to be disciplined."

"Yes, Daddy. I know I've done a bad thing. A girl my age should know better. But Tommy took advantage of me. He's older than me, you know. He's thirteen and I'm barely twelve."

"That's no excuse, Faith. Your mother and I have raised you properly. You knew it was wrong."

"Yes, Daddy. But I was curious. That's why I let him pull down my panties and touch me there."

"And did he also show you his Satan's rod?"

"Yes. It was all hard and mean-looking. He made me take it in my hand and play with it. But I wouldn't let him put it in me like he wanted to, Daddy. Honest, I didn't. His finger. That's all I let him put in me."

"For shame, child! For shame!" Dirk's voice sounded ultra-condemning, but he could barely keep from laughing. Faith was into the playacting so far that she had mentally regressed to a sexually awakening young girl. There was no doubt in his mind that the scene they were now acting out had happened to Faith, with her father playing his role, of course.

"All right, Daddy. I'm ready for you to chastise me. Drive the devils from my body and make me pure again.".

"Yes, of course. It must be done," Dirk said, his hand coming up and taking aim for Faith's luscious behind.

Splat! The first swat hit, catching her on the right buttock and leaving the reddened impression of his palm and fingers.

"One devil gone," murmured Faith.

"How many devils are inside you, Faith?"

"At least a dozen, Daddy, maybe more. You'll drive them all from me, won't you? It's the only way I can be a good Christian. The devils make me do things that Christ wouldn't like."

Dirk shook his head in wonder. What the hell kind of warped, religious nut was her father? "Yes, sweetheart," he soothed, going on with the game for Faith's benefit. "I'll drive all those evil devils out of my little girl. Every last one of them."

Then, counting his blows, Dirk smacked his open hand down onto Faith's quivering ass eleven more times. Each time Faith hissed out a number, keeping track of the total number of devils as each was driven from her body. After the twelfth swat, Faith's rump was glowing pink all over. She whimpered and wiggled about on his lap, her side brushing hotly against Dirk's erect penis.

"One more, Daddy. There's one more devil still inside me. He's the biggest one of all. Make him leave, too. Drive him out."

Drawing back his hand slowly, Dirk took careful aim and whacked down at Faith's ass with great force. The smack sounded loudly out through the room. It jolted Faith about on his lap, making her sob and whimper.

"Is it gone now, Faith?"

"No, Daddy. The devil's still in me. That worst one. The one that made me let Tommy touch me. He glowed when Tommy put his finger up into me."

"He's glowing now, I take it."

"More than ever, Daddy... more than ever. He's tormenting me something awful!"

Dirk was puzzled. What did Faith expect of him now? What had her father done all those years ago that she wanted to relive? He decided to play it by ear. "Well... it's obvious that spanking won't drive out that tenacious devil. There must be a way to get rid of him, though."

"It helped a little when Tommy put his finger inside and wiggled it around," said Faith, her voice barely a whisper.

So that was it. The spanking had led to incest. But how far had it gone? He didn't want to ask Faith point-blank whether her father had taken her in intercourse or not. It would break the spell she was under--ruin the whole thing for her.

"Maybe if I touched you there, Faith," he mumbled.

"It might help," she whispered.

"Then I'll try it. But remember, daughter, it's only to drive out that obstinate devil. It's for your good."

"I won't tell Mother, Daddy. I won't tell anyone."

"Turn over, child," he said, scooting back full onto the couch.

Faith made a big issue of rubbing against his stiff dick as she turned over onto her back. Then she settled down, sighing as her eyes went shut. She lay quietly. Her head and shoulders rested on the couch. Her legs were angled down with her heels pressing into the cushion, spread far enough apart to make room for his hand between her soft thighs. In that position her pelvis jutted up sharply, offering her pubis at the topmost point, then sloping down to a flat stomach.

Looking down at her, Dirk could tell that she was no longer Faith the woman but had slipped back through the years completely now. She was Faith the adolescent girl, lying on her father's lap in a highly agitated state. Her expression was both fearful and at the same time expectant. The heat from her freshly spanked bottom warmed his thighs as she softened around them. Her hip pressed unconcernedly against his hard dick. The sound of her breathing, the rise and fall of her belly and breasts belied the calm composure she pretended.

"Here, Faith? Is this where Tommy touched you?" asked Dirk, his fingertips pressing lightly at her cunt.

"Yes, Daddy, that's where. Are you going to put your finger in it like Tommy did?"

"Of course. If Tommy's finger sent the devil on the run, mine should drive him out entirely, because it's bigger," Dirk told her, inserting his middle finger slowly up into her warm vagina. "There," he said, stopping when his palm came against her vulva, "Is he gone yet?"

"He's dodging, Daddy. Maybe you'd hit him if you wiggled up inside me."

Knowing what she wanted, Dirk massaged the walls of her vagina gently and thoroughly. Little by little Faith began moaning and twisting about on his lap. "It isn't helping, is it?" he asked in all seriousness.

"It's only making him madder, Daddy. He's gone and built a fire up inside of me. It's getting hotter and hotter. I don't think I can stand it much longer."

"You won't suffer the heat much longer, Faith. That devil is surely a mean one. But don't you worry over it. I know how to take care of him. Your mother has the same trouble from time to time. I can always drive the devil from her, and I can do it for you, too."

"How, Daddy? How?"

Dirk picked her up in his arms and stood, then turned and laid her on the couch. He put one of her legs up over the back of the couch, then pushed her other leg off and placed her foot on the floor. Taking his pulsing cock in hand, he knelt between her legs. "I've got a devil stick, too. I'll drive him out with it."

"But yours is so big, Daddy. I'm afraid it'll hurt me."

"Only for a moment," he assured, coming atop her and working the head of his dick into the softness of her damp pussy.

Then, to give her the effect of first intercourse, Dick hunched forward with all his might, hitting into her and planting his cock up into her belly to the very hilt.

"OOHHH... OH, DADDY!!!" Faith screamed out shrilly, shutting her eyes and making a face of intense pain. She began moaning and whimpering, complaining that it was killing her.

"It's the devil fighting for his life," Dirk grunted, stroking rhythmically in and out of her cunt. "Help me slay him, Faith. The pain will stop as soon as he's dead, I promise."

Moaning assent, Faith threw her arms around him and began hunching up her cunt to meet his powerful thrusts. Seconds later she breathlessly informed him that he was right. "The devil's dead. He's dead. The pain is gone," she gasped brokenly. "But the fire... it's burning even hotter than before! I can't stand it, Daddy... I can't!"

"Don't give up, baby. Keep fighting," he hissed. "We'll win over evil together. Stamp out the fire, Faith. Help me stamp it out."

Faith threw her legs up around his ass and stamped for all she was worth, her heels banging into his pistoning butt as if her very life depended on it. Soon she was wailing and sobbing through a climax as he kept pumping his cock forcefully in and out of her fluttering vagina. "Now, Daddy, now," she screamed. "Pee on the fire and put it all the way out!"

Himself straining for orgasm, Dirk was pushed over the brink by Faith's deliciously dancing vagina and her urgent plea for him to extinguish the last flames of her dying fire. His balls drew up tight against his body in readiness. The head of his cock began to twitch out of control deep within Faith's clasping pussy. Then, slamming his pubic mound roughly against hers, groaning and grunting, Dirk held in all the way and squirted jet after jet of hot come over the mouth of Faith's twitching womb.

A tremor swept over Faith each time a squirt of his come shot up inside her. She whimpered throughout his orgasm, holding him tightly to her and sighing softly, "It's out... it's out... The fire's out."

They lay locked together for perhaps five minutes longer, then Dirk withdrew his limber rod and sat up, reaching for a box of tissues and taking two for himself before he passed the box on to Faith. Both cleaned themselves, then went hand in hand to join the others, who were now gathered back around the table, sipping another drink and puffing another stick of pot.

"Really, Dirk," Lucia chided. I've always known you were a man of many talents, but it came as a complete surprise to me that you were a holy man. Exorcising devils yet! That's just too much," and she began to laugh hysterically, the others joining her sudden, outburst.

Faith's cheeks flushed. She dropped her head to avoid their leering faces. They all knew her secret now, even Boyd. Boyd's knowing was the worst of all, the most humiliating. What would he think the next time she kissed her father on the cheek. It had only happened that one time, but would Boyd believe that? Could she even face her father with Boyd along after this! She began to sob, crying big, hot tears that scalded her cheeks.

"Oh, baby... baby," Lucia soothed, rushing to take Faith into her arms. She apologized profusely, insisting time and again that no one thought anything of it.

Because she wanted to, because she needed to, Faith accepted Lucia's apology. She forced herself to smile and allowed Lucia to lead her to an empty seat between Boyd and Buck. She preferred not to sit with Buck on the one side of her and her husband on the other, but it was the only available chair, so she quietly settled into it and began sipping at her waiting drink.