Chapter 1: The Marriage Proposal

She had thought it was good news, and wasn't even sure how she ended up in this position. Her parents had always been strict, not strict in the same sense that others used it, but strict in the sense of corporal punishment. And it wasn't just her, but also her mother, hearing her Mother Teresa's' sobbing and pleading through her walls late at night while she grew up. It seemed that only her brother was spared, two years older then she was, in college now. She accepted it, but never mentioned it to her friends, sure they would not understand.

She was so excited, she rushed into the house and blurted out the good news to her mother and father in the living room. "Evan asked me to marry him. And I accepted." She saw the look on her fathers face. "He'll be over to ask for my hand in matrimony tonight Daddy." She had just graduated from high school, Evan being her boyfriend for the last two years. They had been dating exclusively. Her parents had instilled a strict morality in her, and they had never progressed past first base. She was a virgin at eighteen, almost a relic of the past. But Amanda had learned that you didn't disobey your parents, especially her Father. Even in high school she often found herself thrown over her Fathers lap, punished by his large, powerful hand as he spanked her butt, her Mother standing meekly by, unknown to Amanda that her Mother would have to be available after the spanking to alleviate her Fathers aroused state. She even shut out of her mind the feeling of his hard cock beneath her lap as he spanked her, her squirming doing little more then to aggravate his obvious arousal. She always blamed herself for the state he was in.

Now she found herself again over his lap, his hard cock pushing into her stomach as she squirmed beneath his hand as he slapped her ass cheeks hard. Evan had come over, asking for her hand in marriage, and her Father graciously gave it. But then she and her mother were quickly ushered out of the room, her Father and Evan in a private discussion. She didn't know what was said, but Evan left without saying a thing to her, leaving Amanda confused and worried.

Her mother called her into her Father's study, a large room that reeked of male dominance, wood furniture and bookshelves smelling of polish, stale cigar smoke permeated the cloth furniture, animal heads gracing the walls testifying to the ferocity of the owner of the room. Her Father was waiting for her, sitting in the large heavy chair that out of place in the middle of the room, and Amanda instantly knew its purpose.

"Did I displease you Daddy?"

"You never displease me Amanda. You are forever my little girl. You just have never been explained the family rituals that were handed down by generations. It is time you learned your place in life. I have spoken to Evan and he has agreed to the terms of your marriage. It is as much for his benefit as for your training. But first a spanking is necessary to get you into the correct frame of reference. Come, over my lap. You know what is expected of you." He motioned her over to him, watching her as she did. She had grown up to be a beautiful girl, just as her mother was. A lovely pair of tits danced delightfully beneath the cashmere sweater she was wearing, full hips, and a lovely pert ass that would make his cock jerk in pleasure as he spanked the muscled cheeks. And he yearned to see the treasures between her legs, her mother guaranteeing that her pussy was shaved bald, highlighting the full mound that he had been promised. He had to hold back the groan when her soft body spread over his lap, his cock jerking to attention as she settled on top of him.

She felt it beneath her, his hard cock jerking against her, unable to stop squirming as she tried to get comfortable, knowing that she was the cause of his discomfort. She deserved to be punished, she knew she should not have accepted Evan's marriage proposal until her Father had given his permission. She finally stopped moving, feeling the familiar touch of her Father's hand on her ass, never even considering the fact that it was unnatural. After all, her Mother was standing near her, watching as her Father prepared her. She felt his hand clench onto one of her cheeks, squeezing it as if he were checking it for ripeness for the spanking. His hand moved to the other side, sliding along her crack, her cheeks clenched tightly together. He had never done this before.

"Don't tighten your cheeks on me!" He slapped one cheek hard, the sound ringing out in the room, the pain taking a moment to reach her brain. He felt her jerk beneath him, a tiny cry escaping from her lips. But she surrendered, feeling her cheeks loosen, his hands eager to explore her flesh.

She felt his hands return to run over her ass cheeks, one cheek still stinging from the blow. His hands seemed to explore her butt, moving from one side to the other, clenching on and off of her cheeks. She felt his hands slide along her crease, pulling them apart, and Alice grateful that she was at least still fully clothed, embarrassed as she felt the tug on her anus. She felt a finger push into her skirt, sliding along her crease, the pressure pushing down until she felt it stop on her anus, a strange tingling in her tiny hole as it began to spasm uncontrollably. She looked at her Mother but all she got back was a stern look. He had never touched her like this before. It confused her, yet at the same time she felt a degree of arousal between her legs, a wetness. She had never even masturbated before, a strict taboo, the threat of punishment always in the back of her mind. When Evan had stroked her breasts, making her nipples hard as a rock she felt her panties get wet with desire, fighting the urge to let his hands explore between her legs. But always the image of her Father was etched in her brain, not quenching her desires, only limiting her actions. Now it was his hands that were arousing her, her mind fighting the conflicting emotions. She was brought back to reality with a sharp slap to her other cheek, her butt arching up before settling back down. His cock felt harder and bigger as she squirmed again, his hands rubbing her ass as if encouraging her salacious behavior.

He enjoyed the way she rubbed up against him, his hard cock jerking in pleasure as his daughter began the slow masturbation of his cock. When she slowed down again, he would slap her until she began again, enjoying the lovely sight of her luscious cheeks moving up and down on his lap. He let her slide down a bit, her mound now over his cock, making it jerk in pleasure against her. He slapped her again, this time hitting each cheek in succession, watching as she danced on his lap. His hand began to move over her ass again, rubbing harder, pushing her down on his cock, sliding her side to side in a gentle masturbation.

Her Father slid her lower, feeling her sex pushed against his cock. It was huge, growing as Amanda turned red in shame for making her Father so aroused. His hands were moving more urgently on her ass, making her move side to side, a slap to her ass enforcing her obedience. His slaps to her ass became less frequent as she began to get into the rhythm he wanted of her, a strange desire between her legs making her tingle strangely. Her sex was pushed against his hard cock, rubbing her on her clit, the tiny pleasure button that she avoided like the plague, sure that if she had rubbed it she would cum, the punishment too shameful for her to even fathom. Now her Father seemed to be intentionally doing it to her at the same time she felt his cock rubbing against her. Would he make her cum? She moved her hips more urgently now, sliding back and forth, feeling his cock jerk in pleasure as she did. She pressed harder, his hard cock sliding back and forth over her clit as she shook in pleasure, her body betraying her. She felt his hands on her ass pulling her cheeks apart again, her muscles relaxed as she let her Father have his way with her, knowing that he would do what was best for her. "MMMM," she moaned, unable to control herself any longer as his finger slid along her crease until his finger pushed on her anus, driving her sex harder onto his cock. She held her breath as it moved back and forth over her anus, feeling the uncontrollable clenching of her anus as she was touched so intimately by her Father. She looked at her Mother, a smile on her face as she watched her rubbing salaciously against her Father. The finger on her anus seemed to drive into her, even separated by her skirt and panties she felt her anus slowly stretching open under his probing. She humped her Father's cock, pumping up and down, no longer caring how it looked. All she cared about was the burning desire between her legs, the only way it could be quenched was by the intimate rubbing against her Father's hard cock. She was panting now, unable to control her emotions, grunting in lust as her Father's hand controlled her movements, back and forth over his cock. It jerked and shook beneath her, her brow wet, as she humped him like a dog in heat.