Chapter 2

Tawny sat on her father's legs, facing him, his hard cock naked, her hand stroking the large member, her other hand milking his balls. She was half-naked, her father's fingers tugging relentlessly on her swollen and red nipples, testifying to the abuse daddy had inflicted on them with his fingers and lips. It was only an hour ago that her mother had forced her to sit with her father in the living room before she left on her trip. Tawny remembered back how her own mother had delivered her into the sexual clutches of her father.

Ann was getting ready to leave for another trip. She was to be gone for two days and was waiting for a taxi, not wanting Michael to have to make the trip to the airport and back this late at night. They had already said their goodbyes and she was waiting by the door for the taxi. She looked into the living room and saw Michael sitting alone, watching the television. "Why don't you have Tawny watch television with you? You both seem so distant lately, you alone watching television and Tawny holding out in her room or over at her friends house."

"I hate to bother her," Michael responding.

"I am sure she would love to, would you like me to call her for you? You both need to spend some time together," Ann asked Michael.

"Yes, that would be nice," Michael smiling, already his cock was beginning to get hard. Two days of Tawny, alone.

"Tawny," Ann's voice rang out in the hallway.

"Yes, Mom." Tawny had opened the door when she heard her mother's voice. "Are you getting ready to leave?"

"Yes, I am, why don't you come down her for a while, your father is watching the television by himself. Come down and keep him company."

After her humiliating spanking experience, Tawny avoided being alone with her father as much as possible, but with her Mothers work taking her away from home so often, Tawny often found herself in her dad's company. She tried to sleep over at her girlfriends houses whenever she knew her mother would not be there, but this proved difficult and now with her mother getting ready to leave, she found herself about to be alone with him.

Tawny came down the stairs, still in school clothes. She had been working hard at finishing up a paper for school and had not changed after dinner. She was still wearing the button down blouse and plaid skirt. She had shortened the skirt considerably, showing a long expanse of leg. Tawny at first cringed at the thought of staying in the living room with her Dad and watching television once her mother left.

If Ann had only known what Michael had planned for his young daughter, she would have never forced the issue. But she did not know that she was giving Michael the perfect opportunity to force his perverted passions on their young daughter.

"Beep, beep," the taxi's horn sounded. "Give me a kiss, Tawny." Ann kissed Tawny goodbye. "See you in two days, Michael," picking up her luggage and heading for the door.

"Bye, honey, have a good trip," Michael responded.

"Tawny, your father seems so lonely, go into the living room for a while and keep him company. Do it for your Mother, please, you're a big girl now and you need to take care of your father when I am not home. Just be a good girl and do whatever your father tells you, don't give him any trouble." She pushed her way out of the door, walking fast towards the taxi. She did not see the troubled look on the face of her innocent daughter as she left.

Tawny went into the living room, her father sitting on the couch. She sat on the overstuffed chair, tucking one leg under her. "Hi, daddy, what are you watching?

"Law and Order, its just starting." Michael looked over at Tawny, his cock already hard watching her walk into the room. Her skirt had ridden up high when she sat down, her naked legs showing. Her small breasts pushed against her blouse, he could almost make out the outline of her nipples pushing against the material.

"Come over here by your daddy," Michael beckoned to his young daughter. She was looking particularly hot, he thought, still in her school clothes. Tawny instinctively went and sat by him, still in the habit of doing so, up until recently, this had seemed a normal thing to do. She sat by him, thinking maybe his interest in her body the other day had been a just an accident.

"Isn't that better now, honey? It's nice, mm? Just the two of us, no naggy mom around." Tawny couldn't help but agree as she smiled up at her father. Her mother had been really uptight lately, the atmosphere was noticeably more relaxed when she wasn't around. Michael allowed his arm to drop off the back of the couch, and on to his daughter's shoulders, she rested her head against his chest, his little girl again. Michael grinned; his cock began to stiffen as he thought of the night that lay ahead, and the thought of Tawny, his baby girl, and what he was going to do to her.

His fingers began to rub against her neck, massaging her skin, hearing her relaxed breathing as he continued. "Does that feel good, Tawny, is daddy making his little girl feel good?"

Tawny looked up at her father, trying to read his expression, but was met with his smiling eyes, no hint of the lecherous look he had given her the other day. She snuggled against him further, "yes that does feel good."

Michael continued to massage her neck, then moved down further onto her back. He pushed her sideways on the couch so her back was to him and her body was more available to his hands. He began to knead her shoulders and moved down to the center of her back. He felt her muscles begin to tighten as his fingers became more insistent. "Relax baby, daddy will take good care of you."

Tawny began to regret her mother's decision. Her mother had delivered her into the hands of her father and by the way his hands continued to rub over her body, she knew that they would not stop with her back. "Please, daddy, I have to finish my homework," and she began to get up, hoping to escape the awkward situation. "Daddy, no, please!" she struggled, but Michael had an arm around her waist, and held on to her tight.

"Remember what you learned about obedience young lady," he said sternly. "Its looks like Daddy is going to have to punish you. I think another spanking is in order for you young lady." He swung her around and over his knee in a flash. Tawny felt tears welling up in her eyes, thinking about last time, and how her fathers' fingers had touched her so intimately.

"Oh no, Daddy, please, not that, I'll do anything you want," she pleaded.

"Yes, you most certainly will, any more struggling and this is what you'll get," with that, he lifted her skirt, exposing her white panties. His cock twitched in his pants as he saw her teenage ass, her panties drawn tightly over them, so firm and spankable. He ran his hand up her leg, toward her panty-covered ass. He felt her body shiver in fear as his callused hand ran over her smooth flesh.

"Please, don't do that, please daddy," she cried as she felt his hand begin to run intimately over her flesh. She felt the cool air in the room on her naked legs and she could feel the hot stare of her father's eyes on her near naked body. She felt the hand moving up, making slow circles on her inner thighs, forcing them to spread open more. They moved higher up, almost reaching her panty-clad pussy, a finger grazing the edge of her panties.

Michael moved his hand up over her ass cheeks, feeling the young, resilient flesh move under his fingers. He fingers grabbed a piece of ass cheek, digging tightly into her flesh, feeling the muscles of her ass tightening up. He brought his other hand sharply down on her other ass cheek, the sound of the slap resounding in the room. "Relax your body for your daddy, or I will use a belt on your ass instead of my hand. Do you want daddy to use his belt on your ass?"

"No, please, not your belt. I'm too old for a spanking, especially with a belt. Please don't do this daddy," she begged. She began to sob quietly as she relaxed her ass cheeks, his fingers again searching out her young flesh, fingers grabbing her ass and squeezing it tightly.

Michael's cock hardened as he continued the manipulation of his teenage daughter's tender body. He felt her body slump and go limp in surrender. Tonight was going to be a good night. Tawny was going to learn many new things tonight and Michael's cock was finally going to be satisfied, if not by his wife, then his daughter was the next best thing. His hand moved up higher, drawing her skirt up until it was high above her waist, her panty covered ass ready for him.

He drew back his hand and spanked Tawny's ass hard, hearing her wail in pain. He let his hand linger on her ass, feeling her flesh. He waited until her head was clear of the pain before he brought his hand down again, the noise ringing out in the room, even over the television set. Another yelp by Tawny, her body jerking on his lap, her stomach rubbing against his hard cock, making it jump and twitch in his pants. Soon she would take care of his cock, soon it would be satisfied. He caressed her flesh again, feeling the heat of the spanking on her ass cheeks. He felt her sobbing as he again spanked her hard. This was followed by two more in rapid succession, her body jerking up and down on his lap, rubbing against his erect cock. "Now are you ready to obey your father, are you ready to submit to daddy?"

Tawny cried out each time the big hand hit her tender ass, the pain rushing to her brain. The fingers continued caressing her intimately as the pain radiated from her ass cheeks. Just when the pain went away, the hand came crashing down on her flesh again, igniting the feelings of pain in her ass anew. Tawny lost count of the number of times her father spanked her ass, but the last two were in rapid succession, the pain increasing. Her ass stung and throbbed. "Ok, ok, I promise daddy," she wailed. She felt his fingers move up her panties to the top and slide into them, his hand bulging them out as they moved intimately over her now naked flesh. Her sobbing increased in tone as she the fingers moving over her skin, a finger searching for her ass crack and beginning to push down between it. She tightened her ass cheeks, hoping to prevent the searching finger but a sharp pinch to her other cheeks showed her the error of her ways.

"That's a good girl, let daddy have his way and he will make you feel good," his fingers pushing back between her ass cheeks, searching out her virgin anus. He felt her shiver as his index finger ran over the tiny asshole. He paused, pressing down lightly, feeling her anus fight the intrusion. "I bet your tight back there," he said, not expecting an answer.

He released his grip on her, "sit on your daddy's knee."

She slid onto his knee, her back to him, she felt his cock twitch against her ass, and instantly regretted her decision. Michael began to stoke her back again, this time his hand slipping between her arms, his hand moving along the side of her bra. His fingers moved around and grabbed her breasts. They were just starting to jut out from her body, small lumps appearing on her chest, young, tender breasts, waiting for their first experience. She felt her small breasts being mauled by her father, his insistent fingers pulling and prodding her breasts, fingers searching for her nipples. She gasped in pain as he found her right nipple, his fingers biting into the tender flesh, eliciting a gasp of pain from her lips. Her body moved in response to the pain but only succeeding in increasing the level of pain as her nipples was pulled tightly as his fingers grabbed the flesh harder.

"That's a good girl, daddy loves to play with your nipples and make them hard and erect." Michael continued to run his hands over her breasts, his cock hard, as he remembered the days when he was younger and budding breasts were always available. He grabbed her breasts with his fingers, squeezing the young flesh, forcing the blood to her nipples, his fingers then searching out the erect tissue. His fingers found both budding nipples and his fingers bit down onto the nipple.

"Oh, please, daddy, that hurts, your fingers are hurting my nipples," Tawny cried, his fingers bringing tears to her eyes. She shook her breasts, trying to free them from his fingers but only succeeded in further stimulating her father as he watched her breasts move about under her blouse, his fingers still grabbing the nipples tightly. She felt him push up underneath her, pushing his hard cock against her tight ass.

Tawny thought she would die from the humiliation of what her daddy was doing to her, and making her do. Her mothers voice echoed in her head "do what daddy tells you..." ha, Tawny thought, if only Ann could see her husband now. His daughter astride his lap, squirming and weeping as he molested her breasts and allowed his hard cock to push against her ass so lewdly. Tawny swallowed and closed her eyes tightly, wishing the situation away. Michael's voice broke into her fantasy: