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One Night With Daddy

By: VanillaExtract



- Rough daddy/daughter incest ahead! Please comment and enjoy. -




Something was bothering Kara. At first, I thought she was angry with me. Then I supposed it was just because she was out of high school. Maybe working fulltime as a waitress was too much pressure for her. The real world is a lot to handle for an 18-year-old girl.

Whatever the problem was, she had been melancholy ever since graduation. I knew there were some things a girl couldn't talk to her father about, so I recommended a therapist. I'm a believer in therapy myself. I needed it after my wife died. But Kara had been a child back then. She could barely remember her mother.

Kara had always been rebellious, and I knew it was my fault for letting society raise her. I just didn't know how to take care of a child, and by the time I figured it out, she was a teenager. I used to spank her, but the more I spanked her, the worse she seemed to get.

A few months back on her 18th birthday, she had come home at 3:00 a.m., stinking of alcohol. She had taunted me that night, said she didn't care if I spanked her, or grounded her, or took away her cell phone. I'd been furious, but I'd also had enough. I sat her down and told her she was an adult, that the spankings were over, that she could set her own curfew, that I was done chasing after her to do the right thing, that she was responsible for her own future. Maybe that's when her melancholy began. Maybe that was the day the real world descended on her.

Regardless of her mood, she was generally better behaved. Instead of coming in after 1:00 a.m. every night, she was always home early, ready to work the next morning. But where was that spark that give way to fire? What was bothering her? What happened to my daughter?

"There she is," I said as the door opened at 7:00 p.m. on a warm Friday night in July. I was sitting on the sofa with my feet up, watching TV, cold bottle of beer in my hand. I had on blue jeans, no shirt, no socks. I had worked all day in the hot sun and I was sweaty, but the roads of the world would not pave themselves. I wiped my brow, my dark brown hair sticking to my forehead. "I thought you were going out with your friends after work."

My daughter closed the door and seemed to stare at me for a second. She had her mother's big brown eyes, her figure too, curved hips and a heart-shaped behind, held in a tight black skirt. She looked a little sweaty herself, her long brown hair kept in a pony tail out of her face, her white blouse sticking to her smooth skin. The bottom of the fabric was tied up just beneath her breasts. I could see the outline of her bra, cupping her perky tits. They always strained against whatever she was wearing. Not that I was looking.

She shook her head, looking away from me. "I'm going to bed."

"Already?"

"Just need to do some thinking."

"All right."

She whisked by me, the scent of perfume and lotion following in her wake. I sighed. What was wrong with that girl? I climbed up and followed her down the hall, stopping outside her room. I knocked on the closed the door.

"Kara?"

"Yes?"

"Can I come in?"

"I'm changing."

"Oh. Have you eaten?"

"No, but I'm not hungry."

"Are you working tomorrow?"

"Yes, just the breakfast shift. I have therapy in the evening. Why?"

"I was thinking, do you want to do something together tomorrow afternoon before therapy, see a movie or something? I'll take you out for a burger and a milk shake."

"I'm busy."

"Oh, all right. If you change your mind, let me know."

"Yeah."

I returned to the sofa. Damn, that girl was a pain in the ass. Every time I reached out to her, she slapped my hand away. I felt like she was slipping farther away from me. And what the hell good was therapy if she wasn't getting better?

I heard her door open. I figured she was just going to the bathroom, but she came charging into the living room. She had changed into a pair of gray shorts that hugged her crotch and a pink tank top that felt the need to point out that it was pink with the word "PINK" on it. She stood on the other side of the coffee table, her stance defensive.

"Okay, let's get this over with."

"Uh... wha?" I said.

"My therapist said if I wanna get better, I have to tell you what's bothering me, but I can't say this to your face, so she told me to bring you into therapy and she'll help me."

"Wait, what? Tell me what? What do you have to tell me?" I sat up straight on the sofa.

"Will you come with me to therapy tomorrow?"

"Hold on, tell me what?" I said. I was very confused. "What do you have to tell me?"

"God, Daddy! Weren't you listening? I just said I can't tell you! I have to bring you to therapy!"

"Okay, calm down, sweetie. You're getting really worked up."

"Yes, I'm worked up! I've been trying to invite you to therapy for five weeks!"

"You have?"

"Yes!"

"Why are you shouting?" I asked.

"Because I'm having a breakthrough!"

"Are you mad at me?" I asked.

"Yes, I'm mad! I want you to come to therapy tomorrow, okay? 6:00 p.m. tomorrow."

"All right. Whatever you need, sweetheart."

"Fine."

She stormed off. I heard the door slam. Then it opened. "And wear a fucking t-shirt around the house!" The door slammed again.

"What the hell?"

That girl was out of her mind. I was sure about that. But I looked down at my hard chest anyway. I guess it was kind of gross, her father shirtless in the house. It wasn't as if my daughter had never seen me without a shirt though. Still, I went to my room and pulled on a white t-shirt.

The next day, Kara was gone before I woke up. She didn't come home at lunchtime either. I had no idea where she was, and there was no point guessing. She never told me anything. What did she want to tell me tonight though? Why would she have to take me to therapy to tell me anything?

I began to muse. Maybe she was going to move out. Not sure why she felt she needed a therapist for that. Or maybe she had done something wrong, really wrong. Hm. Killed a man? Nah... Then again, she was a rebellious child. What if she was going to tell me she was hooked on drugs? I could get her into a program. Or perhaps she was lesbian. How was I going to deal with that? She had had a few boyfriends though, but they never seemed to last. I hadn't seen her date anyone since her prom though.

"Lesbian. Yup, that's what it is. She's coming out of the closet. Great. Marie, I hope you're not rolling over in your grave. Probably rolling your eyes though. I could believe that."

As the time edged closer to 6:00 p.m., I began to wonder where my daughter was. I figured she'd come home and we'd go to her therapist's office together. At 5:50 I received a text.

"Changed my mind. Don't come. Just forget about it," she wrote.

Now I was angry. Something was wrong with that girl, and I was going to find out what. But I knew her well enough if I argued, she wouldn't show up to therapy at all. I replied with, "K." Then I got into my car and drove to the therapist's office.

It was one of those buildings that had multiple offices in it. The woman at the desk was reading a magazine. She raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"

"Hello. I'm Will Drake. I'm here to see Dr. Pearson."

"Do you have an appointment?"

"No. Yes. Sort of."

"Which is it?"

"Let's go with yes."

"She's with a client."

"I know she is. My daughter asked me to come tonight."

"Hold on." The woman picked up her phone and dialed. Someone answered. "Dr. Pearson, I'm sorry to disturb you. There's a Will Drake here to see you. Yes. All right." She hung up. "Down the hall, third door on the right."

"Thanks." I followed the woman's instructions to a door with the doctor's name on it. Before I could knock, it opened. The doctor was older than me, probably in her 50's, bony and short with gray hair.

"Mr. Drake?"

I shook her hand. "Hello, doctor. Please call me Will."

"Come in."

As I came in, the doctor closed the door. I saw my daughter standing with her arms folded, her lips pinched. "I told you not to come."

"Honey, I just want to help you."

"I don't need help." She looked at the doctor. "I'm leaving."

"Kara, please have a seat on the lounge." Dr. Pearson walked past me and took a seat in the big yellow chair across from the lounge. "Will, please sit as well. I assure you, Kara wants you here. This is a difficult time for her." She motioned to the chair next to hers, the three of us forming a triangle. I sat down, looking from the doctor to Kara. Kara was still standing.

"Kara, please sit," Dr. Pearson said. "This is what we've been talking about. He's here. This is a safe place."

Kara huffed but did as she was told, sitting down, avoiding eye contact.

"Excuse me, 'a safe place'?" I echoed. "She's perfectly safe at home, Doctor. I don't know what she's told you, but---"

"I meant emotionally safe, Will. I did not mean to suggest you've made an unsafe home for your daughter."

I looked at Kara again. Her foot was tapping nervously as she rubbed her face and ran her hands though her hair.

"What's going on, Kara?" I asked.

"Kara," the doctor said, "maybe I could explain the general idea to your father, with your permission."

"You're gonna tell him?" Kara said, her voice rising.

"No, not all of it. I need him to understand the context of what he's going to hear."

Kara nodded nervously, biting her nails. "Okay."

"Look," I said, "Kara, whatever it is you have to tell me, you can. I don't know why you thought you couldn't talk to me."

"God," Kara said. She fell back on the lounge, grabbing the pillow and shoving it into her face.

"Will," the doctor said, "during the time I've spent with your daughter, we've talked about her feelings. She's a complicated individual, you understand?"

"Yes?" I said. I wanted to say get to the point.

"Before she tells you what's on her mind, it's important you understand this isn't your fault. Her feelings aren't a reflection on anything you have done. What I mean to say is I don't want you to blame yourself or even feel as if this is something you need to fix or have any control over."

"Okay, so she's not mad at me?"

"Well, she has some feelings she needs to work though. And that's key here. I need you to understand that she wants to resolve these feelings. She wants to change them. She doesn't want to feel this way. Do you understand?"

I looked at Kara, who still had her face hidden in the pillow. "You're a lesbian, aren't you?"

Her head shot up. "What?"

"It's okay, sweetie. Really. I know a guy who has a lesbian daughter. It's normal nowadays."

Kara moaned pathetically and looked at the doctor.

"Will, Kara isn't a lesbian. It's a little more complicated than that."

"Oh. Hmm. Did you kill a man?"

"Jesus, Daddy, what?" Kara said.

"Will, all your questions will be answered," Dr. Pearson said. "All you need to do is keep an open mind. And please remember the courage Kara is showing by sharing her feelings with you."

"All right..." I said. I was more confused than ever. She wasn't a lesbian or serial killer, but what else was there?

"Kara?" the doctor said.

"I can't," Kara said. "I told you I can't."

"We've talked about this. We agreed the only way to move past it is to tell him."

"I don't want to tell him. I can't tell him."

"Just, wait," I said. "What's the big deal? Just tell me. I'm not going to be angry. Hell, I brought my shovel incase we needed it. Whatever it is I can handle it."

"Will, please. This is a delicate process. Your daughter is struggling. If I can ask you to stay quiet for a moment, I believe we can make some headway."

I shook my head but I kept quiet. I hoped this wasn't some kind of joke, because I wasn't getting the punch line.

"Kara?" the doctor repeated.

"I can't! You tell him. I'll leave and you can tell him."

"That wouldn't be appropriate."

"No, it's fine. I give you permission to tell him everything. Just let me leave."

"I'll help him understand what he's about to hear, but I need you to say the words. Just say it like we practiced. Close your eyes and say it."

Kara was visibly squirming on the lounge. She had a death grip on the pillow, holding it to her chest. She buried her face in it. I could hear her panting. I waited for her to say something, anything. The doctor was silent. I was more confused than ever.

"Kara, if---"

"Will, please," the doctor interrupted.

Kara took a deep breath and then shouted into the pillow. "I'm in love with you and I want you to fuck me!" The air on her breath seemed to pass through the pillow and crash into me, making my whole body jerk. But she wasn't done yet. "I fantasize about you all the time. I want my daddy to spank my ass and fuck my pussy. I rub my pussy and think about you every night, but I haven't cum in three months. I'm angry because you don't spank me anymore, because the only way I can cum is if I rub my pussy after you spank me. I know I'm sick because I want my daddy to spank me and fuck me. I know you're disgusted and grossed out, but I can't help it. Dr. Pearson says the only way for me to get better is to tell you how I feel so I can get over it. But I'm hoping if I tell you, you'll take me home and fuck me. And if you do take me home and fuck me, I promise I'll be good to you and take care of you and I'll keep your cock as happy as I can. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

My daughter threw herself down on the lounge. She curled up into the fetal position. I was absolutely stunned.

"Oh," I said.

"Ahem," the doctor said, sitting forward in her chair. "Obviously this is a shock for you, Will. Before you say anything to Kara, I want you to understand this is common."

"Common?" I said, staring at Kara's back as she lay quivering on the lounge.

"Yes. Many girls have fetishes that involve a sexual attraction to a father figure. That's exactly what this is, a fetish. No different than any other fetish. Some men may prefer a woman with large breasts, or small breasts, some like long legs, or have a foot fetish, some have a hair-color fetish. Do you understand?"

I nodded, but I didn't understand.

"Good," the doctor said. "What's important to remember is that Kara recognizes her fetish is destructive to her relationship with you. However, I believe by admitting it to you and gaining your acceptance, she can begin to direct her sexual energies toward other goals."

"How, uh, how should I feel about this, exactly, doctor."

"I can't tell you how to feel about it, Will. All I can tell you is that your daughter is at a critical stage. She's feeling vulnerable right now, and rejection from you could cause permanent damage to her self-esteem."

"So what the hell do you want me to do? I mean, I don't even, I don't---"

"Will, I don't want you to say anything you may regret, or that Kara may misinterpret. Right now, she's listening closely to everything you're saying. You need to understand that while my motive for telling you is to help her move on, her motive is to sexually excite you."

"Sexually excite me? Are you suggesting I would ever---"

"Again, Will, please choose your words carefully."

"Just, just tell me what the hell I'm supposed to do, or whatever."

"No one is telling you to do anything, Will."

"Oh really? Because she just told me she wants to have sex with me!"

"Will, again, please---"

"No, I just don't get it. Why did you tell her to bring me here, doctor? Do you expect me to fuck her? Is that your therapy solution?"

"Of course not, Will. I would never suggest anyone do something illegal. All I want you to do is soak in everything that Kara has told you. She needs you to know. That's the start of her healing process."

"Fine. What's her prognosis, doctor? How does she get better?"

"It's important to remember that getting better doesn't mean changing who Kara is. Kara will always have a sexual fetish for a father figure. Where I want her to channel those energies is with a boyfriend, someone who's willing to offer a role-playing relationship where she can experiment with her fetish. But long before we reach that stage, I want her to be able to achieve orgasms on her own."

"Geez," I said, rubbing my face. I looked up at Kara. She was still hiding. "Kara, what you said about getting spanked, is that true? Were you getting yourself off after I spanked you?"

She didn't move.

"Answer me," I said sternly.

She nodded without looking at me.

"Unbelievable. I can't believe I was doing that to you."

"Will," the doctor said, "I don't want you to blame yourself. At some point, what you considered punishment, Kara considered sexual stimulation. It became habit for her to masturbate after a punishment. That's how she taught herself to reach orgasm."

"Doctor, please, I don't even want to think about my daughter reaching orgasm," I said.

"I realize this is an awkward conversation for you, but consider how hard this is on Kara. She has been unable to reach orgasm for three months. For an 18 year old girl who is used to masturbating on a daily basis, that's a long time."

"A daily basis? Yeah, it was a daily basis because she was out late every night! Coming home drunk! Smoking weed in her room! Stealing money out of my wallet! Was it all just so I'd spank your ass?"

"Will, please, your tone."

"Answer me!" I shouted at Kara.

She jerked, but she nodded.

"Don't nod! Speak!" I barked.

"Yes," she squeaked.

"Will, please," the doctor said. "Can you ask Kara questions calmly and allow her to answer them?"

I was staring at my daughter's back.

"Kara," the doctor said. "it might be helpful if you could sit up and answer your father's questions. Could you do that?"

Kara sat up, but she was turned all the way around on the lounge, her back to me, holding the pillow in her lap.

"Kara?" the doctor said.

"I can't look at him," she whispered.

"That's all right," the doctor said. "Will, why don't you ask Kara a few questions, calmly."

"I want to know when the hell this fetish started."

"Calmly, Will," the doctor said.

"Kara, just tell me what I did wrong to make you feel like this."

"Will, please don't refer to it as wrong."

"I don't really remember how it started," Kara whispered. "But one time, you came home from work and took a shower. I had left my hair scrunchie in there. I just wanted to grab it. The shower curtain was only half closed. I thought you caught me, but you were washing your face. I saw your cock. It was long and hard, big and beautiful. You stroked it once while you were rinsing your face. I ran away. I don't even know if it was real anymore because I've dreamt about it for so long. Maybe I just imagined it, but I think about it whenever I touch myself."

"Shit," I said.

"Will, try to understand her fetish. Do not judge her. Just ask her a question she can answer."

I sighed. "Why do you like being spanked?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. When I was little, I used to hate it. But I remember one time I did something wrong, I can't remember what, but I didn't want to be spanked, so I ran away from you. You chased me and wrestled me to the floor. You lifted up my skirt, like you always used to do, and then your hand flew and hit my pussy. It was a huge shock at the time, and then you kept spanking my butt, just so many times, one after the other really quickly. Even though I was screaming, it made me cum. I don't know why I came, but I did. That's when I started to like getting spanked. The pain on my bottom mixed with the sensitivity in my pussy and just pushed me over the edge. I liked disobeying you after that, because I knew the worse I was, the harder I'd cum that night."

"Fuck." I remembered the time I accidently spanked her pussy. My hand was out of control. I'd been furious. Still, I had enough sense to know my hand had slapped between her legs. I'd felt embarrassed, so embarrassed I spanked her ass a dozen times just to cover my mistake.


One Night With Daddy



"The idea of rough sex turns me on now," she said. "I need to feel pain when I cum. I don't know why. I try to do it myself, but it just doesn't work."

"Why don't you do what the doctor said then?" I demanded. "Go find some guy to role-play with you. Why the hell haven't you gotten better on your own?"

"Will!" the doctor said. "Kara is trying. Please do not discourage her."

"No, he's right," Kara said, lying down on the longue, looking up at the ceiling. "I have tried. I asked my boyfriend on prom night if he'd pretend to be my daddy. He was so grossed out. He told everyone at school. I was humiliated. I don't know if you've noticed, but I don't exactly have many friends anymore. But at least I'm still a virgin, Daddy. I'm glad he didn't wanna pretend, because if he had, I probably woulda let him fuck me. But I want you to fuck me first."

"Jesus Christ."

"Kara," the doctor said, "remember what we talked about."

"Oh, right. I meant to say I know it's wrong to think that, so I'm trying to work through it... unless you really do wanna fuck me. I'd do anything you told me to, Daddy. Anything."

"Kara," the doctor said.

"Sorry," she said, putting the pillow over her face.

"Will, what Kara is trying to do is tempt you into a sexual relationship. As I said, that's her motivation. And therein lies her treatment. I believe trying to tempt you is what she needs to get this out of her system. Your role is to be a soundboard for her to bounce these thoughts off. It's your job, Will, to be her rock."

"What does that mean, be her rock? Because it sounds like you're suggesting I would actually do something with my daughter."

"Of course not, Will. It's not my job to tell you what to do. It's my job to help you come to a decision."

"Again, I'm not hearing you say 'don't touch your daughter,' because for the record, I wouldn't."

"Please don't say that, Will. I don't want you to dismiss the notion. Father-daughter incest is much more common than one might expect. In fact, I recently read about a court case where a father was accused of fornicating with his daughter. The evidence was quite surprising."

"Doctor, I want you to tell Kara right here and now that I am never, ever---"

"Will, please!" the doctor said urgently. "I think what Kara needs from you now is the comfort of a father."

"Kara," I said, "step outside and give me a moment alone with the doctor."

Kara stood up. Without looking at me, she made her way to the door and passed through. I turned on the doctor.

"Are you fucking insane?" I demanded. "You're practically telling Kara I'm going to fuck her!"

"Will, I am not encouraging you to do anything. I am merely saying, for Kara's mental health, it's important that she doesn't view her desires as disgusting or impossible. She needs time to come to terms with the things she's told you, and for those desires to reach their ultimate conclusion, whatever they may be."

"They conclusion being that I fuck her?"

"No," the doctor said, keeping her voice low. "If you tell Kara her fantasies are impossible, she may withdraw farther into her shell, a shell that I don't know I can get her out of. Worse, she may resort to harming herself."

"You mean like suicide?"

"I don't know, Will. What I do know is that she has built you up in her mind. She needs your touch to reach orgasm, which I must point out is a serious sign of dependency. You must understand that if you simply reject her and take away all possibility of a sexual relationship, it will shatter her. You need to let her slowly realize that it's not going to happen, that you don't want it, that she doesn't need it. But if you shatter her fragile emotional state before she can learn to cope, she may be sexually dysfunctional for the rest of her life. Do you understand?"

I nodded slowly. "I guess that makes sense."

The doctor looked at her watch. "Our session is just about up. Will, the next few days are critical. One of two things are going to happen. Either she's going to be very shy or very bold. If she's shy, there's no need to encourage her, but if she's bold, you can't ignore her advances. Let her believe there is a chance. Please, for her own well being."

"So what the hell do I do if she comes on to me?"

"Play for time. Tell her it's new. You have to think about it. But above all, do not show her how disgusted you are, and do not use the word 'never.'"

"Fine."

"One more thing."

"Yes?"

"I'd like you to consider spanking her again."

"Excuse me?"

"She is so sexually wound up, it's making her desperate. I think she needs a release."

"I can't believe I'm hearing this."

"I'm not advocating that you have sex with her. I'm simply telling you to give her enough to let her mind teach her body how to reach orgasm. This is a very sexual centered dysfunction. Ultimately, I want her to teach herself how to please herself, which I think will help her move on. A healthy orgasm will put her on the right track."

"I can't spank her, not now that I know what it does to her. No way."

The doctor nodded slowly. "All right. It was only a suggestion. Let me bring her back in."

When Dr. Pearson opened the door, Kara was missing. A quick talk with the receptionist revealed she had left the office. After giving me her card, Dr. Pearson told me to call her if an emergency came up. I wasn't sure what classified as an emergency with a sexually dysfunctional daughter, but I assumed it meant if I found Kara bent over the washing machine with a cucumber in her cunt and my boxers in her mouth, maybe I should give the office a ring.

I did not know what I was going to say to her when I got home. I felt so embarrassed for her and for me. It was humiliating. And I blamed myself. Back when she was a child, I wasn't sure how to punish her. I'd been spanked, and I figured I turned out all right. Of course, Kara did have a way of getting under my skin when she misbehaved. I began to wonder how much of that was rebellion and how much of that was sexual.

"Damn it," I said. "What did I do to her?"

When I pulled down my suburban sidewalk with all the same little houses, I was immediately annoyed to see my daughter's car missing. I parked and went inside. Well, I needed a drink or three in me before she got home anyway. I started the first one and then went outside and sat on the porch. It was a cool evening. Where was she?

The booze let my mind wander. How could she ever think I'd actually fuck her? Then again, my baby girl was pretty. No doubt about that. I loved the way her bangs fell in her eyes, the smile on her pouty lips, the goddamn revealing clothing she wore. I took another swig. Had I ever thought about her sexually? Well, there had been an occasion or two when I caught myself staring at her when she'd been in a bikini, or running around the house in cutoffs and tiny tees. And I guess on quite a few occasions, I had lifted up her skirt before I spanked her. She had always worn panties. I never considered that different from the bikinis I'd seen her in.

Could I actually fuck her? I shook my head and took another sip of beer. I'd never do that. Well, wait. The doctor told me to never say never. So I guess I should say, I wouldn't normally do that. So when would I do it?

I took another sip. When was the last time I had sex? I had a fling about five years back, not that Kara knew. Shit, had it been five years? I was 40 now, but god, five years sounded like forever. Kara would be so tight too.

Damn it. I finished the beer and got another before returning to the porch. The doc wanted me to spank her too? Why, so she could cum? I could just imagine it. She comes home, I spank her ass, then she runs off to her room like she always used to, and rams her fingers right into her small cunt, all while her red ass aches from the punishment I gave it.

I downed half the bottle in one long draft. "Fuck. Where is that kid?"

Before long, I gave up waiting for her. I went in and had another beer. By midnight, I'd had a few more. I turned off all the lights, but I wasn't going to bed, not until she came home. It reminded me of all the times I used to wait up for her, just so I could spank the hell out of her and send her to bed with a tongue-lashing.

The door was what woke me from my dozing. My head was still swimming. I glanced at the digital clock on the mantel: 3:00 a.m. I turned on the light. She gasped as she saw me.

"Daddy? You're up."

"Yes, I'm fucking up," I said, standing. I swayed on my feet. "Where the hell have you been?"

She lowered her eyes. "Stacy's house. I'm gonna go to bed."

She started to pass me but I grabbed her wrist. "I want to talk to you."

She kept her eyes down. "I don't wanna talk, Daddy. I'm humiliated. I shouldn't have told you all that. I feel so stupid. May I please go?"

I held her wrist tighter. "I don't want you out past midnight again."

She looked up at me for the first time. "What?"

"Never past midnight again. Do you understand me?"

"You told me I could set my own curfew."

"And now I'm telling you midnight," I said. "If you want to set your own curfew, move out."

She gulped. "Are you gonna punish me if I come home late?"

I snarled at her. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

She was chewing her lower lip while she looked up at me but didn't answer.

"Maybe I never spanked you hard enough. Maybe that's where I went wrong." I let go of her wrist. "Take off your pants."

"Huh?"

"Take off your fucking pants."

"Why?"

I advanced on her. "Do you want to disobey me, or do you want to do as you're told?"

She turned scarlet, but she dropped her eyes and reached for the button on her jeans. She opened them and unzipped the fly; then she stopped.

"Daddy, I'm embarrassed."

I was drunk and angry. I grabbed her, turned her around, and shoved her right over the arm of the sofa.

"Daddy!"

My hands found her the waist of the pants. She started struggling as I began yanking them down.

"Daddy, stop!"

"Why? This is what you want, isn't it?"

I reached up with one hand and grabbed her hair. The moment it was in my fist, she yelped and stopped struggling. I held her face down into the sofa cushion as my other hand pulled her pants awkwardly down her legs. Her shoes went flying as I ripped the jeans off at her feet. I looked down at her ass, covered by white cotton panties. They had little pink hearts decorating them. I glanced at my daughter. Her face was turned to the side as she watched.

"Daddy, what are you doing?"

My hand flew and swatted her behind. She cried out. She reached back and gripped her behind.

"Ow, that's too hard!"

I let go of her hair and grabbed her hand and put it under my knee as I knelt on the sofa. She was still struggling. I pinned her other hand behind her back. My free hand flew and I swatted hard. She let out a scream.

"Oh, fuck, Daddy, not so hard!"

"How did we used to do it?" I demanded, hitting her ass again and making her sing. "One swat for every half hour? Let's change that! How about one swat for every fifteen minutes? Three hours, that's 12!"

"No! No, please, Daddy, not so many!"

I hit her ass again, even harder, and she cried out. When I looked at her face, she was biting down on the fabric of the sofa cushion. My hand flew again and hit her ass, her flesh exploding into rosy red as she muffled a cry. Her eyes were getting glossy as I delivered another punishing spanking. I'd certainly never spanked her this hard before.

She struggled with each hit. Her legs kicked and began to spread open. There wasn't much room with the way she as strewn across the sofa, but with every slap of her ass, her legs parted a little more. I could see the mound of her cunt strained against the fabric of her panties. I could make out her pussy lips hugging the fabric. She was dripping wet. Her cunt looked like it was having a wet t-shirt contest. I shot her a look as I reached slap number nine.

"You still fucking like this, don't you?"

She unclamped her teeth from the sofa to look up at me. She shook her head guilty. My hand flew again, but this time I felt my fingertips slap her wet panties, right on top of her cunt. She cried out with a loud moan, a sound I'd never heard her make before.

"Fuck, Daddy. Ow, my fucking god."

She bit the edge of the sofa again and pinched her eyes shut.

I don't know what possessed me to slap her cunt like that. Maybe I told myself I was following doctor's orders. Maybe I blamed it on the booze. Maybe I just wanted to punish her, but I did it again. I slapped her cunt and she cried out with another moan of pleasure, whimpering as she looked at me. I think she was embarrassed as hell that she was making these sounds.

"Daddy."

I gave her cunt one more slap and she let out a guttural groan. She buried her whole face into the sofa. When I looked down, I noticed the wetness had increased. She was leaking everywhere, all over the sofa.

"You just fucking came, didn't you?" I said.

She didn't answer me, just kept her face down in the sofa. I stood up, letting her go, staring down at her red ass, her panties jammed in her crack, her thighs soaked, a wet spot on my white sofa. She kept her face hidden as she panted. She wasn't standing up.

"Go to bed."

She didn't move.

"Kara, go to bed now."

She sat up slowly, keeping her head hung. "Yes, Daddy."

She walked with a limp but didn't raise her eyes as she disappeared down the hall. Me, I stared at that spot on my sofa. Now that my adrenaline was dissipating, I was aware of an uncomfortable throbbing in my pants. I knew I was getting hard when I was spanking her, but I tried to ignore it. There was no ignoring it now. I sat down heavily on the other side of the sofa, trying to tug at my jeans to give my cock some extra room. I glanced at the wet spot again. Had I gone too far?

I heard my daughter's door click shut and I knew I was alone. I rested my hand in the wet spot, letting my fingers graze over it. Then I brought my fingertips to my face and smelled. God, the smell of pussy. It was intoxicating. My cock throbbed. If it wasn't hard before, it was now.

"Fuck."

I headed down the hallway, slowing beside my daughter's door. I held my breath and listened. Quiet whimpers and moans were coming from inside. God damn it, to know I could go in there and fuck her right now was a horrible burden of knowledge. A father shouldn't have to make the decision to fuck his daughter or not. I went into my room and lay down. I tossed and turned all night.

I beat my alarm clock to death the next morning. I was out of bed and berating myself. I was definitely blaming everything on the beer now. I had to speak to my daughter before she ran off. I expected to find her in the kitchen. She wasn't there. Her car was still out front. I returned to the hall and found her bedroom door closed. It was well after 9:00 a.m. She never slept this late anymore.

I could have knocked, but I didn't want to. Maybe it was all the revelations she had shared in therapy, but I felt as though there was no reason to mind her personal space. She sure as hell didn't mind mine. I opened her door and strolled right in.

What I found when I entered was stunning. She was covered by just a sheet, which draped across her thighs and chest. I could see her bare feet and calves, as well as her shoulders, and the hint of her breasts. The outline of her nipples was easy to see against the sheet. It would take nothing to pull it off her and just take her in... and fuck her if I wanted to.

On her nightstand was a purple vibrator, and on the bed was what really took me: family photos, mostly of me at the beach, wearing trunks. I came closer, moving the photos around so I could see the ones underneath. It was practically a time capsule. I was reminded of the times when Kara wanted to take pictures of me at the beach. It used to annoy me. I knew anytime I took her there, she would invariably take out her camera and start snapping shots. I used to think she was a budding photographer, except she never showed much interest in taking pictures of anything other than me.

I gathered them up, every one of them, putting them in a big pile and then I nudged her shoulder. "Hey. Wake up."

"Mm?" she mumbled, her eyes still closed. She started to roll over and the sheet didn't follow. I could see her bare thighs, almost right up to her pussy. I grabbed the edge of the sheet and pulled it along, covering her as the sheet gave up more skin.

"Daddy?" she said, opening her eyes. She smiled. "Mmm, I could get used to waking up to you."

I held up the stack of photos, and then I smacked the dildo off the table. "What the fuck is this?"

She gulped, suddenly realizing the vulnerable position she was in. She grabbed the sheet and held it to her chest as she sat up. "Um, um..."

I picked up the dildo. I could feel the film of dried pussy juice on it. "You look at these photos and shove this dildo up your cunt, don't you?"

She looked away but didn't respond.

"I asked you a question."

"Yes," she whispered.

"Look at me when you answer me."

She looked at me, but her cheeks were blazing red. "Yes," she repeated.

"I thought you couldn't cum."

She nibbled on her lip but didn't break eye contact. "Just cause I can't cum doesn't mean I don't like how it feels, and last night I did cum, a lot."

"How many times?"

"Um, five."

"Fuck. How long have you been using these pictures?"

"I don't know. Since I started. Years."

"How long have you had the dildo?"

"Just a few months. Dr. Pearson recommended it."

"It didn't work?"

"It finally worked last night."

I shook my head at her. "You don't sound at all ashamed."

"Well, I mean, I am. You don't normally come into my room. It's not like I wanted you to know about this." She stared at me and I stared back without a word "Why are you looking at me like that? What are you thinking?"

I tossed the dildo on the bed but held up the pictures. "You keep the dildo. I'll keep these."

"What? No!"

I glared at her. "Excuse me?"

"I mean, please, Daddy, I need those."

"I don't want you getting off to pictures of me."

"But they're my pictures!"

"Get dressed. We have a lot to talk about."

I left the room, went into my bedroom, and put the stack of pictures in my underwear drawer. In the kitchen, I put on some coffee and made some toast. Kara came out a few minutes later, dressed in cut-offs and a tank top. I could see the straps of her bra over her shoulders. Fuck, she was a sexy girl. Why did she have to show so much skin?

"Coffee?" I said.

"I'm really angry at you right now," she said.

I turned around. "Excuse me?"

"I want my pictures back."

I shook my head and poured two mugs of coffee and put out the toast. I took my seat but she was still standing.

"Sit down," I said.

She remained standing.

I looked up at her. "Unless you want me to give you another reason to cum, I suggest you sit your sore little ass down, or you will reach a point where it hurts to be on your back."

She gulped and sat down. "Yes, Daddy."

"First off," I said, taking a sip of coffee, "I want to go through everything you said in that therapy office."

"What do you mean?"

"I want to know why being spanked makes you cum."

"I don't know. It's how I'm wired, I guess. The pain and the pleasure push me over the edge."

"And you still want to have sex with me?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"Would you do anything I told you to?"

She licked her lips. "Yes."

"So you'd suck my cock?" I wasn't sure why I was asking this. Maybe I just wanted to put it into perspective. Maybe I liked thinking about it.

"Definitely," she said, her eyes looking excited.

"What if I told you to do it right now?"

She took a deep breath. "Yes, Daddy. I'm ready."




One Night With Daddy



"Would you swallow my cum?"

"Um, I've never tasted cum before, but yeah, I would love to try it."

"Would you let me tie your hands to my big bed while I put my cock in you?"

She glanced at me and then looked down. "Wow, um, yes, Daddy."

"Would you wake me up every morning for work with a blow job?" I asked.

"Oh, god, Daddy, I would love to be your alarm clock."

"Would you let me fuck you in the ass?"

She gasped. "I, I've never put anything up there before. But if you wanna put it in there, you can. Use me however you want."

"Is this turning you on?"

"Yes!"

"Why?"

"Daddy, you're talking about having sex with me. Of course, it's driving me crazy."

"Kara, it shouldn't be turning you on. Don't you get it? You should be uncomfortable, embarrassed, repulsed."

"Oh," she said. "So you don't want to do those things?"

"Damn it, Kara, doesn't it bother you that I'm your father?"

"Um, I mean, it does, but that makes me want it more. Like, the most amazing guy in the world only be a nine to me, but my daddy is automatically a ten. It just turns me on so much to think of you fucking me."

"What do you think your mother would say about this?"

It took her a moment to answer. She took her first sip of the coffee. "I don't know. I don't remember her."

"Guess. What do you think she would say? Assuming I fucked you, I mean."

"Maybe she'd be happy that I was taking care of you. Maybe she'd be okay with it."

I laughed. "I know you don't believe that. Tell me the truth."

She looked at me. "She'd probably be disgusted. I know you're disgusted too. But everything I said is true. I really am, just like, so turned on by you, you know?"

I sat back in my hair. It was certainly true. She wanted me. Even now she was staring at me with lustful eyes. What was I going to do with this girl?

"Can I ask you a question now?" she asked.

"What?"

"Do you wanna fuck me?"

I rubbed my forehead. This question was the one the doctor warned me about. "I need time to think about that."

She seemed to smile. "Did the doctor tell you to say that?"

"Yes."

"So what's the truth?"

"Truth is I don't want to answer."

"I think the truth is you don't wanna fuck me, but that's okay, Daddy. I knew you'd feel that way. But I think if you give me some time, I can change your mind."

"Why do you think that?"

"Don't you get horny sometimes, Daddy?" she asked. "Don't you see me and just think, wouldn't it be fun to fuck her?"

"Can't say I've said that to myself, kiddo."

"Okay, but you have to admit it would feel good, right?"

"I admit sex feels good, yes."

"And you think I'm pretty, right? You tell me I'm pretty all the time."

"I meant pretty in a fatherly way."

"So you're not attracted to me?"

"Not like that, no."

"I don't believe you," she said. "Last night while you were spanking me, I could tell you were turned on."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah. If you weren't, you never woulda spanked me to begin with."

"Just hold on there. What I did for you last night was doctor's orders."

"Huh?"

"Dr. Pearson told me to spank you."

"She did not."

"She did. She told me you were wound too tight and you were sexually frustrated. She said I should help you get started. That's what I did."

"So, you didn't spank me because you wanted to?"

"I spanked you because I was pissed off. You kept me up. And yes, the doctor told me you needed it. But I still meant it. Midnight is your curfew."

"And if I'm late, I get more spankings?" she asked.

"Look, I see what you're suggesting. So maybe you'll feel horny later and just park down the street until you've earned punishment. Fine, if that's what you want, that's what you'll get."

"You mean you'll spank me whenever I want?" she asked, staring at me.

"No, not whenever you want. When you've been bad. But it's not going to be like it was when you were a kid. No two taps and goodnight. How did you like 12 spankings? Is your ass sore this morning?"

She gulped and nodded. "You've never hit me so many times before."

"You can expect more of that."

"You spanked my pussy too," she said in a soft voice.

I stared at her. "What?"

"You did, thee times," she said. "Are you gonna do that again too?"

"That was an accident."

"No it wasn't."

"I said it was an accident. I was drunk last night. My aim was off."

"You did it on purpose."

"Are you arguing with me?"

Her eyes darted around. "Um..."

"Are you?"

"It wasn't an accident."

"Stand up," I said.

"Why?"

"Stand up!"

She stood up.

"Take off the shorts."

"Why?"

"Because your mouth just earned you another spanking. Take them off, Kara."

My daughter obeyed to me, unbuttoning and sliding them down her long, smooth legs. She was wearing blue panties today. She shyly crossed her hands over her mound.

"Now, take off your panties."

"Wh-what?"

"New rule. All spankings are bare bottom. It'll hurt more. And if you don't like it, then behave."

"But you'll see my, my, um, you know."

I stood up, towering over her. "Suddenly you're shy? I thought you wanted sex."

"Um..."

"Do you, Kara?"

"Huh?"

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

She averted her eyes and nodded.

"I told you to look at me when you answer!"

She flinched and looked up. "Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I want you to fuck me."

"So how the hell can I fuck you with your panties on?"

"You're gonna fuck me?"

"No, I'm not going to fuck you, Kara. I'm going to spank your misbehaving little ass, but I'm making a point. Now, take off your fucking panties or I will."

Kara slid her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. She moved them from side to side. She looked at me with a silly smirk.

"Daddy, are you sure you want me to take these off?"

"Kara, stop fucking around with me."

She slid her thumbs out of her panties. "If you want them off, do it yourself. I'm leaving them on."

"You rebellious little girl. You want to push me?"

"Nope," she said, shaking her head. "I'm just not taking my panties off. That's embarrassing."

"You didn't seem so embarrassed last night when you were cumming all over the sofa. Take off your fucking panties."

"Okay, I will, if you give me back my pictures."

"I'm going to count to three. One."

Kara stared at me.

"Two."

And then Kara ran away.

"What the hell?"

I ran after her. She was giggling as she ran into my room. My eyes blazed as she slammed the door shut. I rammed into it, but it was locked.

"Open this door right now!"

"Where did you hide my pictures?"

"Your ass is going to be sore all day!"

"Found them!"

I rammed my shoulder into the door and the lock broke. She spun around, shoving the stack of photos into her bra.

"Daddy, calm down."

"Give me the photos and pull down your panties."

She looked genuinely scared of me. I back her into a corner and then she faked left and tried to run right, but the bed was in her way. She climbed over it, but I tackled her, pushing her down into the mattress. I twisted around onto her back. As I sat up, I gained control of her wrists. She was struggling, kicking her legs.

"Daddy! No!"

"Stop fighting me!"

"Let me go!"

I pulled both her hands together above her head and held them together, freeing my other hand, reaching up her tank top. She gasped as my fingers glided along her belly.

"Daddy, what are you doing?" she cried.

My hand found her breast easily enough, her bra filling my palm as I squeezed. She moaned out. My thumb was moving under the wire frame. I pulled on her bra and I felt her breast spill out underneath her shirt. I grabbed the photos, ripping them away from her.

"No!" she shouted. "Give those back!"

I put the stack of photos on my nightstand. She was still struggling, trying to pull her wrists free.

"Enough!" I said, grabbing her tank top. "You've already earned an ass spanking. Do you want me to spank your tits next?"

She stopped struggling for a moment. Her eyes were big. "You can do that?"

"Spanking your ass isn't getting me anywhere." I grabbed both shoulder straps of her tank top and pulled. She yelped as it split open across her chest.

"Daddy, my tank! Wait, not my bra!"

I grasped her bra cups, feeling her tit flesh underneath. I pulled, ripping it in half in the middle. Her milky C-cups jiggled as they were let loose. I stared down at them, following her tan lines. Her pink nipples were already erect. She shyly covered her breasts.

"Daddy! You've gone crazy!"

I grabbed both her hands, yanking them up over her head, pinning them in place as my eyes feasted on her bare breasts. She bit her lip and looked down at them as well.

"Daddy, be gentle."

My hand flew and swatted her breast, the tips of my fingers catching her nipple. She lost her breath and cringed.

"Ow! Daddy!"

I swung my hand again, slapping her nipple, making her breast jiggle from the impact.

"Ow, fuck! Not so hard! You've never done this before!"

I switched, swatting her other breast, leaving a red imprint of my fingers across her nipple.

"Oh, god!" Kara cried. "Fuck, I like this!"

I growled at her and swatted her breast again, harder. She yelped and struggled against my grip, but her hands weren't going anywhere.

"God, Daddy, you're making me so wet!"

That pissed me off. She was still trying to tug her wrists out from my grip, so I let her go, but only long enough to grab her shoulder and turn her around.

"Geez! You're mean today!" she said.

I had to grab her wrists again. She tried to push me away, but with my free hand, I reached down wrapped my fingers around the fabric of her panties. I pulled. She cried out as her the fabric sawed into her cunt.

"Ow, fuck, Daddy! Not so rough!"

They ripped. I kept pulling, lifting her entire waist right off the bed.

"Daddy, stop!"

The fabric gave way and tore off her body. I saw her very red ass, but my eyes were busy trying to look between her legs. She didn't make it hard for me. She spread her legs open and started to lift up on her knees. Her pussy was completely shaved and her lips looked red and inflamed, either from the spanking I'd given them last night or from how horny she was.

"Oh, god, Daddy," she said, looking over her shoulder. "I can't tell you how long I've fantasized about this."

I grabbed her and yanked her up, letting go of her wrists and wrapping one arm around her collarbone, pulling her back into my chest. My mouth was right next to hear ear. "And what do you think is happening?"

"You're gonna fuck me, aren't you?" she whispered. "It's okay, Daddy. I know you feel ashamed. I do too. Just take out your cock and slide it into me." She took my other hand in hers and brought it down her to pussy. She placed it right between her legs and held her hands over it. I could feel the folds of her cunt lips between my fingers. "I'm so wet, Daddy. God, I feel like I'm going to cum in the palm of your hand."

This was turning me on. How could it not? I had one hand on my daughter's neck and the other on her sopping wet cunt. I shoved my pelvis forward, grinding my cock into her bare ass behind my jeans. She groaned.

"Oh! Oh, daddy, I felt it. Mmm, I can feel your cock. It's hard, isn't it, just like in all my dreams? Do it again." She was trying to push back against my cock. "God, put it in me, Daddy. Put it in me and spank me while you fuck me. You know I deserve it. I'm bad. I'm so bad."

"You are bad," I whispered in her ear. "You make me feel like a sick fuck for getting hard."

"Mmm, I'm a sick fuck too, Daddy. We can be sick fucks together."

I started to pull my hand away from her wet pussy, and then I let it fly back. I smacked her right on her pubic mound, my fingers hitting her clit. She cried out, grabbing my hand. I used my other hand to pull her wrists together. My hand flew again, smacking her clit and she cried out.

"Daddy! Oh, fuck!"

I slapped it again, even harder and she screamed, looking down at her crotch. The red imprint of my hand was right on her pelvis. When my hand came down again, she yelped and groaned, but she was still watching.

"God, Daddy!"

"Does it hurt, you rebellious little slut?"

"Fuck, yes!"

My hand flew again, slapping her crotch and clit in one blow. My hand was already soaking wet from slapping her cunt, but it was about to get wetter. With one more slap, she screamed and squirted all over me as she came.

"Jesus!"

"Fuck, Daddy!"

I swatted her pussy again, and again she squirted all over my hand. I started slapping her clit, hard and fast; each one sent a squirt of cummy juice all over, dripping on the bed.

"Oh my fucking god! Daddy! Okay, stop!"

I didn't stop. I slapped her clit again.

"Fuck, please!" she screamed. "It's so fucking sensitive! I beg you!"

She was squirming like hell, shaking her ass, grinding it against my dick, but I don't think she even realized what she was doing to me. She was yelping and crying after each slap to her cunt. She had stopped squirting, but it was all she could do to keep herself together.

"Oh, god! Please!"

I slapped her cunt once more and she cringed. Then I let her go. She fell over, both hands reaching to her crotch to hold her sore pussy. She groaned as she curled up in a ball. I looked down at her. My bed was covered in pussy juices, and my naked daughter was lying right there. And of course, my cock was so fucking hard, it was hurting in my pants.

I climbed off the bed and stomped out of the room. I needed to cum, but that would have to wait. I went into the living room, grabbed my phone, and dialed the therapist's cell number on her card.

"Hello?"

"Dr. Pearson, it's Will Drake."

"Good morning, Will. How are you today?"

"How am I?" I said loudly. "I just spanked my daughter until she came! How the fuck do you think I am?"

"I see. And how did that make you feel?"

"How did it make me... Are you fucking kidding me? I need to talk to you right now!"

"I'm not in the office at the moment. Can you stop by this evening about 6:00?"

"I'll be there."

"Good. And bring Kara. She'll need to be present as well."

"No, I need to speak to you alone."

"Will, it wouldn't be appropriate to advise you without her being present."

I growled. "We'll be there." I disconnected the call and went back into the bedroom. Kara was still lying on the bed, just breathing in exhaustion, not bothering to cover her naked body. "Kara!"

"Huh?"

"Meet me at your therapist's office at 6:00 tonight."

"Why?"

"Because I said so! I'm going out."

"Where are you going? Can I come?"

I didn't answer. I left the house. I had nowhere to go really, but I needed some time to myself. I ended up going for a jog in the park, grabbing some lunch, seeing a movie, and getting a drink at a bar, just waiting until 6:00 p.m. I was in the therapist's office fifteen minutes early, sitting in one of waiting room chairs. The receptionist was on her phone, giggling about something. Finally, Dr. Pearson's door opened and she came down the hall, escorting her previous patient out, some depressed kid with a dotting mother.

"We'll see you next week," Dr. Pearson said.

"Thank you, doctor," the mother said.

"Doctor," I said, standing up.

"Oh, hello, Will."

"I need to speak with you."

She glanced at her watch. "Of course. Where's your daughter?"

"On her way, probably. But I need to speak to you alone for a moment."

Dr. Pearson seemed to sigh. "Very well." She glanced at the receptionist. "When Kara Drake arrives, send her directly to my office."

"Yes, doctor."

"This way, Will."

I followed Dr. Pearson into her office. She closed the door once I was in. I sat on the edge of the seat I'd taken last time. She was slow to sit down across from me.

"So what's bothering you, Will?"

"Did you not hear what I said on the phone?"

"I take it you had a sexual encounter with your daughter."

"Yes! Because of you!"

"How do you mean?"

"You told me to spank her, and I did, and it drove her crazy!"

"I see. Will, let me ask you while we have a few minutes alone, what are you feelings toward your daughter?"

"What do you mean? She's my child, my flesh and blood. She's not my lover."

"Then you're not attracted to her?"

"No!" I said angrily. The doctor didn't respond. She just stared at me. I took a breath. "At least I wasn't. This is fucking with my head!"

"So you're becoming attracted to your daughter?"

"Yes, but I don't want to be!"

"That's understandable. We don't often have control of the way we feel toward others. Feeling one way does not mean you have to act a certain way though."

I was about to respond, but someone knocked on the door. The doctor answered it and Kara came in.

"Hello, Kara, please come in."

Kara came in and sat down on the lounge. She stared at me for a minute. "So what's going on? Why the emergency session?"

Dr. Pearson sat back down. "Yes, Will, maybe you could tell us why you needed the emergency session."

"Because of what happened today," I said. "Look, I want to make it clear to Kara that I was doing as you told me to do. You told me to spank her."

"Yes, I did. Kara, did your father spank you?"

"Yes, last night when I came home late."

"And did you masturbate and reach orgasm afterward?"

"Actually, I came while he was spanking me. He hit my pussy three times."

The doctor looked at me. "I certainly didn't tell you to do that."

"I was improvising!" I growled. "You told me she needed to cum, so I made her cum."

"What else happened?" Dr. Pearson said. "You were clearly agitated when you called this morning."

I rubbed my forehead. "It's complicated."

"It's not complicated," Kara said. "Daddy ripped my clothes off and spanked my tits and my pussy."

"Oh my," Dr. Pearson said.

I hung my head in shame. Might as well let my daughter tell it.

"Mmmhmm," Kara went on. "I came into his room to take back the pictures he stole from me, you now the ones I masturbate with?"

"Of course," the doctor said. "Go on."

"So we started fighting over them and we ended up wrestling on the bed, and to punish me, he pulled my clothes off and spanked my breasts and then spanked my bare pussy until I came."

"I was helping her to cum, again!" I said.

"And getting rock hard while you were doing it," my daughter said smugly.

"Is that true, Will?" the doctor asked.

"Yes, but it's not as if I could control it. It's not like I fucked her!"

"Did you want to?"

"No!" I growled.

"Only because you ran away," my daughter said. "I think he woulda fucked me if he'd stayed. Wouldn't you have?"

I gave her a biting glare. "No."

"There's no lying in therapy, Daddy," she said. "Dr. Pearson was right. Telling you was the right decision. It's only been a day, and you've already got me naked and you're playing with my pussy."

I nearly jumped out of my chair. "I am not playing with you, Kara! I was punishing you!"

"Daddy, you've never punished me like that before."

"I was doing as the doctor told me to do, spanking you! That does not mean I'm going to fuck you!"

"Then why was your cock so hard?"

"Because I'm fucking horny, Kara! But just because I'm tempted to fuck you, doesn't mean I'm going to! It's not right, and I'm not going to do it!"

She grinned. "You admitted you're tempted."

"You spoiled little brat! I---"

"Will, let's take a breather," the doctor interrupted. "I'd like to hear a little bit more about how you felt and why you acted the way you did. Tell me, why did you feel the need to wrestle with Kara and take your pictures back?"

"Because it's not right for her to masturbating to pictures of me."

"Was it a point of dominance for you?" the doctor asked.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean by standing your ground, owning your space, you chose to dominate your daughter instead of simply letting her have the pictures. She was not hurting you. You're well aware of her fetish. What do you win by taking them back, other than an excuse to dominate her?"




One Night With Daddy



"An excuse?" I echoed. "I didn't use that as some kind of excuse to spank her! I didn't even want to spank her! You told me to! You told me not to reject her!" I shouted.

"Will, I think before we proceed, I need to understand your sexual preferences."

"Excuse me?" I said.

"I already told you his preferences," Kara spoke up. "I've seen the porn he looks at. It all about girls being spanked and tied up."

"What the fuck?" I said.

"It's called browser history, Daddy. Delete it or own up to it."

"You little... I am going to...."

"Going to what, Will?" the doctor asked. "Do you want to spank her again?"

I clenched my teeth. "I would have, before I knew how much she fucking loved it."

"Let's talk about you for a moment, Will. Do you like spanking her?"

"Obviously!" Kara chimed in. "His cock was so hard, he could have fucked me through his jeans."

"Kara, maybe you should let your father answer. You're agitating him."

"I think I will spank her when we get home, doctor," I said, looking right at my daughter. "I'm going to tie her down, and I am going to spank her ass until she cries and begs me to stop."

"Mmm, promises," my daughter said, licking her lips.

"Kara, please," the doctor said. "Will, back to you. Do you find it sexually exciting when you punish your daughter?"

"I didn't before."

"But you do now?"

I didn't answer.

"Will, what turns you on?"

"What?" I said tiredly. I felt like they were teaming up against me.

"I'd like to know what sexually excites you. It seems spanking a woman arouses you. What else does?"

"I don't know," I mumbled.

"Will, if you're embarrassed to let Kara hear this, I'd like to remind you she has already shared her sexual fetishes with you. I think it would be healthy if she understood yours."

I rubbed my eyes for a second. "I guess tying up a woman does excite me, and yes, spanking."

"Spanking a woman's vagina?"

"Yes," I said with a sigh.

"Breasts as well?"

"Yes," I repeated.

"So it would be fair to say you prefer to be dominant in the relationship?"

"Yes."

"Why do you think your daughter prefers to be submissive?"

"How the fuck would I know that?" I said.

"A lot of debate is given to the idea of nature vs. nurture," the doctor said. "In a nutshell, the argument asks if our preferences are a result of genetic influence or societal influence. The reality is it can be either, or both."

"Are you going somewhere with this, doctor?"

"My point is you may be genetically predisposed to a certain type of sex, just as your daughter may be predisposed to the same type of sex. You share a fetish because you share genes."

"Yeah, well, I don't want to fuck my mother, so where does she get those genes from?"

"That would be nurture. As her only parent, Kara has grown dependant on you, and when you began feeding her fetish, she invariably developed feelings for you."

"I don't want her to develop feelings for me," I said firmly, but I didn't look at my daughter. It felt like I was rejecting her. "But that doesn't mean I don't want her in my life, as my daughter," I added, glancing at Kara. She had her eyes down.

"Will, let's play a game."

"Oh, here we go."

"Humor me, please. I want you to pretend for a moment as if you are sexually interested in your daughter. What do you think would happen if you two developed a romantic relationship?"

"You mean before or after I was arrested?"

"That's a valid fear. Is that why you do not have an interest in your daughter, because of the law?"

"You make it sound as if I should have an interest in her. It's like you're trying to help me justify fucking her."

"Will, I am not championing Kara's cause or your cause. I'm here to help you understand why you feel the way you do, and maybe your reasons will help Kara understand how you feel. Please answer the question."

"No, it's not just the law. I assume if she actually wanted to have a sexual relationship with me, she wouldn't go blabbing to the police."

"I wouldn't," Kara said.

"It doesn't matter," I said. "Our friends and family would be suspicious of us, unless we moved to another town or something."

"I could do that," Kara said.

"Is that something you want, Will?"

"No! I am just playing you stupid game."

"What are your other concerns?" the doctor asked.

"Jeez. How about wanting my daughter to have her own family?"

"That's a valid concern as well. Kara, do you want to start your own family?"

"Um, my daddy is my family."

"Do you hear this?" I complained.

"Kara, what I think your father means is he wants you to have a husband and children of your own."

Kara bit her lip. "I guess I've never thought about that stuff. Do you want children, Daddy?"

"Jesus Christ, Kara! I have children! You!"

"I think what your father is saying, Kara," Dr. Pearson said, "is that he wants you to find a man that's a similar age, with whom you can put down roots."

"Okay," she said. "But can't I have that stuff later? Like, why do I have to decide that now? What can't you and I just, you know, fuck?"

"How about because it's not right? It's immoral," I said.

"Why?" Kara demanded.

"Will, why don't you explain why you think it's immoral?"

"Are you serious? Because it's just not done in normal society."

"So you're basing your moral compass on societal standards?" the doctor asked.

"Yes. Call me crazy. I'm a trend follower. If everyone jumped off a bridge and fucked their daughters on the way down, I guess I would too."

"Fair enough," the doctor said. "So let's put these in a category of cons: 1.) Legal ramifications. 2.) Loss of normal family for Kara. 3.) Societal standards of guilt. Are those fair?"

"Yes!" I said. Finally, I felt this goddamn therapist was on my side. I gave my daughter a cocky smirk but I immediately regretted it. She looked defeated. I sighed. "Kara, I still love you. You'll always be my daughter."

She nodded lightly.

"Will, we're not quite finished," the doctor said. "The cons beg the question of the pros."

"Pardon?" I said.

"Hypothetically, list for me some pros of having a romantic relationship with your daughter."

"Are you kidding me?"

"No. I think it will be healthy for you to think about it, and for Kara to hear it."

"Once again, doctor, I can't help but feel encouraged to fuck my daughter."

"Will, I think you're being very unfair to Kara's feelings. While she may understand your reasons, I think she has to right to know why those cons outweigh the pros. Don't you think that will help her understand your decision?"

I took a deep breath, staring at Kara. "Kara, would that help?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. I kinda wanna go home now."

"You can, after this exercise," the doctor said. "Will, your daughter's emotional state is fragile. I'm asking you to help her understand the other side of the coin, the pros."

I sat back in my chair, rubbing my forehead. "Okay, fine. Kara, you are a very beautiful girl. Any guy would trip over himself to have you."

"This isn't about any other guy, Will. This is about you," the doctor said.

I shot her a glare. My daughter's face was still down. "Fine. I would trip over myself... if I was your age, if you weren't my daughter."

"What else, Will?"

I gulped. "Sex."

"You desire sex, Will?"

"Of course I do. And sex with Kara would be incredible."

Kara looked up. She had a small smile on her lips.

"Are there other pros, Will?" the doctor asked.

"She's submissive. She wants me to punish her... take advantage of her. She'd do anything I told her to."

"That type of power appeals to you?"

"Yes," I said with a sigh.

Kara was grinning now.

"Anything else, Will?"

"I think I fucking covered it all," I snapped.

"So pros are: 1.) A young beautiful girl on your arm. 2.) Sex on a regular basis. 3.) Domination."

"Yes," I said, covering my face. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Why am I thinking about this?"

"What is it, Will?"

"I just don't like thinking about the pros. I shouldn't have to consider them."

"Kara, how do you feel after hearing your father's pros and cons?"

"I like hearing he wants me. It makes me feel really good. His cons depress me, but I understand them." Kara was chewing on her lip. "I have a pro-proposal."

"Go ahead," the doctor said.

"Well," Kara said, looking me in the eye, "if I can eliminate all three of your cons, and there were only pros, we could be together, right?"

"No, Kara, that's impossible."

"Will, let hr finish," the doctor interrupted. "Go on, Kara."

She took a deep breath. "I think we should have one night together, one time, anything we want to do."

"What?" I said.

"I think it would be good for us to get it out of our system, both of us. And not only that, I think it would cure my problem. I'd be able to cum like normal if we did it."

"Kara, just to be clear, you are talking about sex?" the doctor chimed in.

"Yes," she said. "If we do it for one night only, as much as we want, and stop the next morning, I get my wish, my fantasy's fulfilled, and you get all your pros, with none of your cons. Because 1.) the police will never know. 2.) I'll find a real boyfriend and have my own family later. And 3.) your morals are satisfied because it is a one-time and one-time-only thing, and we never ever have to talk about it again."

"I... this is insane."

"Will, your daughter is trying to find middle ground with you."

"Doctor, for the one hundredth time, you sound like you're encouraging me to fuck her."

"You and Kara are both adults. I cannot legally disclose anything you tell me. I am not advising you to do or not to do anything. The only thing I care about is that you two have a happy healthy relationship."

I sat back in my chair, staring at my daughter. She was staring back.

"Well, what do you think, Daddy?" she said. "One night only, all you can fuck buffet."

"I'm still thinking."

She grinned. I guess she was surprised I hadn't already said no. I was surprised I hadn't already said no too.

"You'll enjoy it," she said. "I'll be so obedient, do whatever you tell me to, make you so happy, please you however you want."

I scratched the back of my head, thinking about it. "For one night only," I said.

"Yes, one night."

I folded my arms, glancing at the doctor, then at Kara. "I don't want you pissed off at me in 10 years on your wedding day, telling me I ruined you for your future husband."

"Daddy, if anyone's going to be pissed off afterward, it's going to be you at me."

Fuck, I did want her. She flipped on a switch and the room was bright with possibilities... one night only. "One night only," I echoed.

"One night."

Her eyes were lighting up, because she could see my answer was coming. Was I really going to agree to this, one night with my daughter, a night of incredible fucking that would never be spoken of again?

"And we never speak of it again, not to anyone, not even each other."

She zipped her lips together, locking them, throwing away the key. "I'll never bring it up, not even to tease you. One night that never happened."

"One night."

"One night," she repeated.

I exhaled the breath I was holding. "All right."

"Really?" she said, sitting up straight. "You're not kidding?"

"Kara, this is the last thing I would joke about."

"Wow, so we're gonna do it?"

"If you want to."

"Of course I do."

I rubbed my forehead. "What did I agree to?"

"This is unbelievable. Okay, so, um, when?"

"I don't know," I said, shaking my head. "I'll think about it."

"No, no, no. We have to set a date."

"Kara..."

"No, please." She looked at Dr. Pearson. "Tell him he has to set a date or he'll change his mind."

"Will, if you are committed to Kara's plan, you should set a date."

"Damn it, I don't know. I thought I'd have time to think about it."

"How about this weekend, Saturday?" Kara asked. "Starting at 8:00 p.m. until 8:00 a.m.?"

"8:00 p.m. to 9:00 p.m. is more like it," I snapped. "One hour."

"Okay, um, an hour is enough, I guess."

I rubbed my face. "All right."

Kara stood up, coming over to me, holding out her hand. "Shake on it?"

"Jesus, Kara, it's not a contract," I said, but I shook her hand anyway.

"Well," Dr. Pearson said, "shall I pencil in a session for Monday?"

"Yes," we both answered.

I made it home before Kara. I needed a drink. I had a beer and sat on the sofa, finding the first game I could on ESPN. Kara arrived only a few minutes later. She was smiling. She came and sat on the other side of the sofa.

"Hi," she said.

I grunted, keeping my eyes on the TV.

"So, I was thinking," she said.

"Kara, I don't want to talk about this. We're going to do it. We don't need to discuss it."

"Oh, okay." She was quiet for a moment. "Can I ask something though?"

"What?"

"Should I practice doing anything with my dildo this week? I was thinking, I could practice sucking on it, so I can give you a good blow job when it's time, or like, I could put my dildo in my ass if that's something you want to do to me."

"Good lord, do whatever you want to do. I don't want to know anything."

"But what sorta things are we gonna do when we do it?'

"I don't know. We'll figure it out when it's time."

"Okay. Um, I was also wondering, are you gonna cum in my pussy? 'Cause I'm not on anything."

"We'll use condoms."

"No, I wanna feel your cock."

"Can you not use that word?"

"Okay, I wanna feel your penis."

"I'll pull out."

"All right. I can suck your cock if you wanna cum in my mouth afterward. Or if you wanna cum in my ass---"

"Christ, Kara, can we not talk about this?"

"Okay, sorry, I was just saying," she said. "Um, one more thing."

"What?"

"After we're done, are you still gonna spank me? Cause I'm still gonna, you know, need to cum."

I glanced at her. "No, Kara. I don't want to spank you anymore."

"Ever? Seriously?"

"I thought sex was supposed to cure you," I said.

"Well, I'm hoping so, but I won't know until after."

"You're going to have to learn to cum on your own."

"Oh. All right."

I glanced at her. She was nibbling on her lip.

"If you really can't cum after a few weeks, I'll give you a few spankings to get you started. Just don't do anything to piss me off."

She smiled. "Yes, Daddy."

"I think I'll turn in early." I stood up and left. Kara said goodnight to me, but I didn't answer, just went to my room, lay down and stared at the ceiling. "This is fucking crazy."

That week was the most awkward of my life. I tried to avoid Kara, but every time I bumped into her, she had this cocky little smile on the corner of her mouth, like she had won. I suppose she was right. She had won. Or was going to on Saturday.

I visited my wife's grave on Thursday, sat down in front of it, right in the grass, explained the whole thing to her. "...so I'm gonna fuck her." I looked at the dash between the years of her life. "You hate me, don't you?" The stone didn't give a response. I glanced around the graveyard. Another man was standing about 50 feet away, staring down at a stone. I wondered who he had lost, if he was explaining to the stone that he was going to fuck his daughter in a few days. "She wants me to," I said, looking back at the stone. "Remember what you used to say, she has me wrapped around her little finger? I couldn't say no to her back then, can't say no to her now. I guess you never expected me to have her wrapped around my cock though." I pulled up a few weeds. "It's really your fault," I told the stone. "If you were still alive, you would have raised her right." I tossed the weeds aside. "Guess it's pretty shitty to blame you for dying. Not like you had a choice in the matter, huh?" I glanced at the other man in the graveyard. He was leaving. I looked at the stone once more. "Well, I don't have a choice in this either... do I?"

On Saturday, my daughter worked in the morning. I milled around the house and the yard. Every time I looked at the clock, the time was ticking down. It was like a bomb without a red wire to cut.

When she came through the door at 7:00 p.m., she grinned at me. I think she was surprised I was there. She probably thought I was going to run away. Why didn't I think of that?

"Hi there," she said.

"Hey," I said from behind the kitchen countertop. I was wiping it down. "How was work?"

"It felt like forever," she said, sitting down on one of the breakfast chairs. "It always feels like that when you can't wait to leave."

"Yeah," I said, looking back at the counter.

"So, um," she said, "I guess I'm going to take a shower, get ready for... you know."

I didn't respond, just stared a fleck of dirt on the counter. I scratched it with my nail.

"And I was thinking," she said, "maybe I could cook something special for us. Or we can go out somewhere."

"Kara, I'm not hungry in the slightest. If anything, I feel like I'm about to puke."

"Oh," she said, looking down. "I'm not really hungry either. Just thought, you know, might be good for the mood or whatever."

"The mood is not what I'm worried about."

"I'm still gonna shower and stuff, because..."

"Because we're going to fuck?" I offered, looking at her.

"Yeah, cause we're gonna fuck."

"You sure you want to?" I said. "You can change your mind."

She shook her head. "Never. You?"

"I'm here," I answered.

"Okay," she said. "Um, hey, if you want, you can follow me into the shower..."

"It's not 8:00."

"Right, sorry."

She left. I heard the shower turn on. I sat down in her chair, putting my elbows on my knees and my face in my hands. "Fuck, what am I doing? Did I really think I could do this? Fuck my down daughter? I can't. I really can't."

I made my way into my bedroom, closing the door. A glance at the clock told me it was 7:30. I opened my closet. I know what a man wears to fuck a woman, nothing, but what does a man wear to break his daughter's heart? I settled on jeans and a t-shirt. That would have to do. I sat on the edge of my bed. I glanced at the clock again: 7:40. I kept glancing at it over the next 20 minutes: 7:50, almost time. 7:53, maybe I should leave the house. 7:56 out of time. 8:00 knock knock.

"Come in," I said.

The door opened, and so did my eyes. Kara was wearing lingerie, sheer white panties and white stockings, no shoes, and a white see-through camisole. It hugged her breasts and split open around her tummy. I could see the warm pink color of her hard nipples underneath. Her hair was fanned out around her shoulders, framing her face. She was wearing pink lipstick, black eyeliner, and far too much rouge. Her feet were crossed as she stood there, pinching her legs closed, the V shape hiding her pussy.

"Fuck!"

"That's the idea, Daddy," she said, uncrossing her feet, taking steps toward me. I could see her pussy now, bare and probably freshly shaved, her puffy lips outlined against the fabric. Those panties would take nothing to rip off. She sat next to me. Then she reached for my hand, taking it. She lifted it and kissed the palm of my hand. "Mmm, my Daddy." She kissed her way to the tip of my finger. She opened her mouth and sucked on it, her tongue swirling. "Tell me what to do, Daddy. Tell me what you want."

"Kara..."

"I know you're nervous, Daddy," she said, climbing up. She turned halfway around and dropped her little ass into my lap. I felt my cock flex in my jeans. Kara's hands ran across my broad chest. "I'm nervous too, but I'm also excited. I've wanted this for so long. Tonight's finally the night."

"Kara, I can't..."

"You can, Daddy, it's okay," she whispered. "I used to feel guilty too for wanting to have sex with you, but you don't need to feel ashamed, not with me."

She leaned in closer, kissing my cheek. Her fingers were in my hair, running up and down my neck. She kissed my jaw, just below my ear.




One Night With Daddy



"Just tell me what you want, Daddy," she whispered. "I'll be your obedient little girl. You can do anything you want, tell me to suck your cock, bend me over, fuck my pussy, fuck my ass, eat me, slap my tits, my pussy, fuck my throat, treat me like a slut. I'm your whore tonight, Daddy, your little fucktoy. Just wind me up, pull my string, and I'll beg you to fuck me all night long. Use me, Daddy. Tell me what you want."

I put my hands on her shoulders, pushing her away just enough to look her in the eye. "I want you... to go back to your room and go to sleep."

She stared at me. "What?"

"Kara, I can't do this. I thought I could, but I can't."

"But you said---"

"I know what I said," I interrupted, tipping her back on the bed as I stood up, looking down at her. "You're my daughter. I can't have sex with you. I couldn't live with myself."

I expected her to cry. Instead she looked angry. "You lied."

"I didn't lie."

"You lied. You said you'd fuck me. You shook on it."

"I changed my mind. Seeing you like this, wearing that, I feel disgusted with myself. Fuck, I need a shower. Just go to bed, Kara."

I left her in my bedroom and went into the bathroom. I swear it took every ounce of willpower to walk away from that girl. God, what I could have done to her... I knew I had passed up an unforgettable night, not that I was going to forget it anytime soon.

I pulled my shirt over my head and dropped it on the floor. Then I unbuckled my belt and slid my pants down. My cock was half-hard after seeing my sexy daughter in lingerie. I was going to have to cum. No way around that.

I started the shower and stepped under the hot water, closing the curtain. I closed my eyes for a moment and breathed in the steam. I wrapped my hands around my shaft and gave it a hard tug. It was so long and thick, throbbing. I could have fucked my daughter right then and there on my bed, and she would have welcomed it. But she was my baby girl. Everything I knew told me it was wrong. And now I was in here, jerking off.

I gave my cock another long stroke. Fuck, I needed this, deserved it. In a way, I was proud of myself. I had denied the ultimate temptation. Most fathers never could have done that. Fuck, I definitely deserved to cum.

I kept stroking my cock, getting it long and firm, the warm water washing over the sensitive tip. Then I heard the door open. I took my hand off my cock and stuck my head around the side of the shower curtain. My little girl was standing there, still in her white lingerie.

"Daddy?"

"What are you doing in here?"

"I need to talk to you."

"What?"

"I wanted to tell you, you just walked away from the best night of your life."

"Believe me, I know. Now get out."

"I think you owe me something first."

I stared at her through the steam. "And what's that?"

"Your cock."

"Excuse me?"

"I can't make you fuck me. I can't make you do anything. You're my daddy, and I have to obey, but I want to see your cock. I think you owe me that much."

I laughed. "I don't owe you anything, Kara."

"But I told you in therapy how long I've been thinking about it, and if you're not going to fuck me with it, you can at least let me see it."

I sighed and closed the curtain. "That's enough. Would you give me some privacy please?"

"I wanna see it first. Just a peek. Can I, please?"

"No. Now leave."

"I need to see it. I fantasize about it all the time. If I see it for real, it'll get it out of my head. Don't you want to help me get better? Isn't that what the doctor told you to do?"

"Leave me alone, Kara."

"But it'll help me, Daddy. Just let me see it. You've seen me naked. Fair's fair."

"Goodnight, Kara. Close the door on your way out."

"You can't stay in there forever."

"I said leave. Don't make me tell you again."

"Or what, you'll pull open that curtain and give me what I want?"

"Kara, I'm warning you..."

"Why don't you come out here and spank me? Or maybe I should come in after you?"

I heard her coming closer.

"You're about to earn yourself another grounding."

"You can't ground me if I haven't done anything wrong, and I haven't seen your cock yet, so if you're gonna punish me, at least let me earn it."

"Fucking hell," I said. "Kara! Go to your room!"

She took the edge of the curtain in her hand. "Ready or not..."

"Kara if you pull that curtain open---"

She yanked the curtain open. I did not bother to cover myself. I put my hands on my hips and gave her that angry stern fatherly look I had given her all her life when she had done something wrong. I doubt she noticed it though. Her eyes were glued to my long, fat cock, thick veins running along the shaft, the bulbous head swollen, pointing at her, water dripping off it. Her jaw fell open.

"Holy fuck."

"You're grounded," I said to her.

"It's fucking gigantic." Kara was staring at it with saucer eyes, studying its shape, the way the mushroom head shined, the way the piss slit ran, the way my big balls hung heavily between my legs. I could see the saliva on her tongue. She was drooling.

"Kara? Kara!"

She woke up, looking me in the eye. "Huh?"

"Happy now?"

"God, Daddy. It's amazing. It's even more beautiful than I remember."

"You've seen it. Now go to your room and don't come out until I tell you."

"Why is your cock so hard? Were you jerking it off?"

"Yes, now leave."

"Can I stay and watch?"

"No! Hell no. Go, Kara."

"Wait. Just let me look at it for a little longer. It's only been a second."

Kara came closer. She bent over to get a better look, coming eye level with my long fat cock. She glanced up.

"Wow."

I looked down at her and her bright brown eyes. "Kara, what are you doing?"

"Just wanna see it better."

My cock gave an involuntary throb. Fuck, I'd love a blow job right now. My daughter's little mouth would be so perfect. I wondered if she'd gag or let me fuck her throat.

"Mmm, Daddy, it's moving."

"Honey, I really need to cum. Can you go, please?"

She shook her head. "I wanna touch it before I go."

"No way."

"Please?" she said, looking up at me, squinting as water splashed down on her face. "Just let me touch it for a moment. Then I'll leave you alone. Come on. You were supposed to fuck me. Just let me hold your cock."

I don't know how she guilted me into it, but I said, "One minute."

Her small hands reached out. Her palm came under my balls, cradling them. I felt the soft caress of her fingers as she rolled them in her hand.

"Oh god, they're big," she said, cupping them and gently closing her hand.

"The cock, honey, hold my cock," I said. "...just get it over with."

She smiled up at me, but her other hand wrapped around the shaft of my cock. The heat of her hand felt electric. It had been so long since someone had handled my cock. Her little fingers couldn't quite fit around it. She seemed to moan.

"Oh, it feels amazing, Daddy. It's so big and hard. I'm so horny right now. Do you wanna feel my pussy? It's soaking wet."

"No, baby. I want you to hurry up. I need to cum."

She wrapped both hands around the shaft, squeezing it. The purple head bulged. She licked her lips. Then she lowered herself to her knees, glancing up at me as she held my cock. She wasn't stroking it, just keeping her fingers wrapped tight.

"I love it."

"Baby, please," I said.

"Can I suck on it?"

"No."

"Please?" she asked. "Just the head?"

"No."

"Can I lick it then? Just once."

"Damn it, Kara, I said no."

She frowned, but she kept holding my cock in both her hands. She squeezed and brushed her thumb across the underside. "How about a kiss?"

"Kara..."

"Just one a little kiss so it knows how much I love it, and to say thank you for letting me touch it. Please?"

I closed my eyes for a moment. It felt so good to feel her small hands caressing my big cock. I felt her thumb tracing the veins while her other hand stroked the tip, right along the slit.

"One kiss," I breathed out, looking down at her.

"Mmm, thank you," she said, leaning in closer. She licked her pouty lips and opened her mouth. She closed her lips in a kiss right on the tip of my cockhead, pinching cock flesh between her lips. Fuck, her warm little mouth felt so sweet on the tip of my cock. She held her little kiss on the head of my cock for what seemed like forever. I felt a warm wet sensation and I knew she was licking between her lips, right along the slit of my cock.

I pulled my cock away from her lips. "Fuck. Okay, you've gotta go now."

She frowned up at me, taking a firm hold of my cock in her hands. "No, I'm not done yet. Let me suck on it, Daddy."

"I said no."

She pouted. "If I can't suck it, can I jerk it off?"

"No, you can't. Now let go of my cock."

"But why not? Can't I just tug on it? I'm already holding it."

She tugged on it. It felt incredible. I rested back against the cool tile. My cock throbbed in her little hands. "Shit."

"Did it feel good?"

"I don't want you jerking me off, Kara," I said.

She stood up, letting my cock go. "Okay, Daddy."

I was actually a little disappointed. I would have liked to feel her stroke my cock a little longer.

"Okay, good, let me have some privacy," I said.

"First," she said, turning around and grabbing the waist of her panties. She bent over and slid them down. I saw her pussy lips flash between her legs before she stood up again. She grabbed the bottom of the sheer cami and lifted it up over her head. She turned back around and she was completely naked. I could see her hard little nipples and milky breasts, as well as her shaved pussy, her swollen lips pinched between her thighs. She was sopping wet.

"Kara..."

She stepped into the shower. I took a step back. She picked up the bottle of soap. "I've always fantasized about showering with you. Let me clean you up."

"Kara."

"I'm already here, so I might as well help."

"You're crossing the line."

"Hey, you spanked my pussy last week, and you were supposed to fuck me tonight, so the lines are already crossed. Besides, I'm already grounded, so I may as well have fun while I can."

She poured the soap in her hands, rubbed them together, and put them on my chest. She took a step closer and the tip of my cock bumped into her belly button. She grinned at me and began to run her fingers over my pecs, down my abdomen, her fingertips brushing my pubic bone before they ran all the way back up again.

"You don't really think this is going to help you get over me, do you?" I said.

"Daddy, I don't want to get over you. I never did. The doctor keeps telling me I need to, but I like the way I am just fine. I just wish you liked me too."

She rubbed her soapy hands up my neck and collarbone, massaging them.

"It's not that I don't like you, Kara, it's just---"

"I know, Daddy."

The soap was running down my body, catching on my cock, making it slippery as it rubbed into Kara's tummy.

"I think you might actually fuck me one day though," she said. "I can be patient. I've been patient so far. You just need time to catch up."

"God damn it, Kara. I'm not going to."

"Mmmkay."

She turned halfway around and filled her hand with soap again. This time, instead of washing me, she took my hands, both of them, rubbing the soap between them. She lifted my hands and rested them on her shoulders. She smiled at me and her hands went back to my chest, rubbing in a circle, her palms grazing my nipples.

I started rubbing her shoulders, the soap cascading down her chest and across her nipples. I wanted to touch them again, fondle them, cup her pussy and slide my soapy fingers inside her.

"You really think I'll fuck you one day, don't you?"

"Mmmhmm," she said. "If you'd of asked me a week ago, I would have said never, but today, I think my chances are good."

I massaged my way down her collarbone, just above the hill of her breasts. I avoided them, coming around under her arms. I wiggled my fingers and she giggled and squirmed, her fingers dancing on my belly. She pinched my side and rubbed down farther.

"Mmm, Daddy. You do like that don't you? You like to touch your little girl."

"Your therapist told me to lead you to believe you had a chance, you know?"

"Oh, did she?"

"She said if I refused you, it could shatter you."

"She was probably right."

"Maybe I'm acting, Kara. Have you thought about that?"

She glanced down my hard cock. Her hand slid across my pubic bone and her fingers spread apart as she reached the base of my cock. She wrapped her hand right around the shaft, and then she turned her hand under my cock and ran her palm along its length, all the way to the head.

"Your cock isn't soft, Daddy. It's steel. You can fool me, but you can't fool your cock. You like this." She gripped my shaft and slid her soapy fingers up and down it. "Don't you?"

Her comment annoyed me. It was true, and I couldn't deny it. The evidence was there. I wanted to punish her for being right. I was the man of this house. I was the one who was right, always, not her.

"You're being disrespectful, Kara."

"Ooh, Daddy. I'm so scared," she teased and then chuckled.

"The more you run your mouth, the more trouble you get yourself into. I think I was wrong. I don't think grounding you is going to do anything. I think the only way you're ever going to learn is if punish you until you don't like to be punished anymore."

"Mmm, I don't think you could ever punish me that much, Daddy."

My hands were still on her rib cage. I slid them up, cupping her breasts, her long hard nipples between my fingers. I pinched and she gasped, yanking her hand off my cock and trying to push my hands away, but I held tight.

"Stop," I ordered. "Don't fight me."

Her hands rested on my wrists as she bit her lip and cringed. I eased my grip on her nipples, watching her eyes relax, and then I pinched them between my fingers again. Her eyes closed tight.

"....ow... ow! Okay, ow!"

She pushed my hands away. I grabbed her soapy waist and spun her around. My hand flew and swatted her ass. She gasped. I swatted her again and she yelped.

"Ow!"

I pushed her chest up against the cold tile, freezing her tender nipples. My cock was digging into the small of her back. I thrust up, grinding my shaft into her skin.

"God, Daddy," she breathed out. "I want you inside me."

"Put your hands behind your back," I said.

She obeyed me instantly, sliding them behind her back. They found my cock easily enough. She opened her hands to take my long shaft. I thrust up into her hands as I growled into her ear from behind.

"You want to make me cum?" I asked.

"God, yes, I do!" she said, tightening her grip on my cock, tugging it.

"Will you be my obedient little girl?"

"Oh, yes, Daddy! Let me please you."

"Good, then do as you're told. Stroke my cock, but don't you dare fucking let go of it. Do you understand me?"

"Mmm, never, Daddy. I'll never let go of your cock."

My hands slid up her side, over her tummy, moving back up toward her breasts, all while she was tugging on my cock behind her back.

"Because if you do," I told her, "it's the last fucking time you'll ever touch it. Do you understand me?"

She stopped stroking for a moment, just as my hands reached her breasts, cupping them.

"Oh, no, Daddy."

"Yes, baby girl. Don't let go of it. Don't stop stroking. If you can hold onto until I cum, I'll fuck you. If you let go, you get nothing."

I gave a sharp pinch to her nipples. She yelped and I felt her crush my cock in her hands in response.

"Daddy, please. I'll try. Just not so hard," she whispered.

"Don't you fucking stop," I growled in her ear. "Can you make me cum before you have to let go?"

I pinched both of her nipples, rolling them between my thumb and forefinger.

"Ow, fuck!" she cried, her whole body turning rigid. Her hands started stroking faster as she squirmed in my arms. She was trying to pull away just enough to give her nipples some slack, all while tugging and stroking my cock as hard as she could, desperate to make me cum. "Fuck, Daddy, it hurts!"

I let go of her nipples. My right hand flew down and slapped her hard on her cunt. She cried out and tried to pinch her legs closed.

"Ow!"

"Open them!" I growled in her ear. I forced my hand between her legs, my fingers grazing over her pussy lips. My other hand was still on her breast. I reminded her of it as I pinched her nipple. She groaned out and I felt her nails digging into my shaft. "Fuck!"

I thrust my cock into her hands, fucking her palms. "Little fucking slut!"

"God, Daddy, my nipple, please!"

I swatted her crotch again and she yelped, closing her legs around my hand. I held her pussy, my middle finger grinding into her clit. I was panting in her ear. I nipped at her earlobe with my teeth.

"Open!" I hissed.

She turned her head toward me. Her lips were right in front of mine. She kissed me hard, right on the mouth. It shocked me. Slapping my daughter's ass, pussy, and tits was one thing, but kissing on the lips was over the line. I slapped her pussy again to punish her and she whimpered against my mouth. I let go of her breast long enough to reach up and grab her by the hair, holding her head steady.

"Ow!"

"You think it's right to kiss your father?"

She bit her lip and nodded as best she could with her hair in my fist. And then I kissed her, mashing our lips together. She kissed me back excitedly. I nipped at her lip. She yelped and I nipped again. Then she screamed into my mouth as I slapped her pussy one more time.

"Ow, fuck, Daddy! Not so hard!"

"Keep stroking my cock!" I barked.

I rammed my cock against her back and she responded by gripping it tighter, pushing and pulling the skin up and down, slippery with soap and water. I felt her tongue pushing its way into my mouth, flicking and wiggling. I nipped at it and she pulled it back. Instead, I slid my tongue into her mouth. She instantly began sucking on it, moaning and groaning. My hand was still resting on her pussy and she was doing her best to grind into it. I kept thrusting my cock into her palm while she stroked.

My fingertips started rubbing in a circle around her clit. I loved the way she moaned into my mouth while we kissed, her hot breath hitting my face, all while the shower rained down over us. I was fucking her hands with abandon. I wanted to cum now, needed it. But she needed to cum too.

"You're gonna make me cum, Daddy," she whispered. "Can you slap my pussy again? Gently. Please? Just gently."

I let three fingers tap her clit in quick succession.

"Fuck, yes, Daddy! Will you put your fingers inside me?"

I slapped her cunt hard for that.

"Ow! Okay, okay, sorry, just keep rubbing then."

I slapped her harder and she cried out. Another hard slap and she yanked her hands off my cock and held her pussy. "Ow, fuck!"

"Hah! I won!" I said, but I felt like I lost. I didn't want her to let go...

My cock throbbed. I needed to cum, desperately. The way I saw it, I only had a two choices. Either throw her out of the shower and finish myself off, or have her finish me off. And fuck, she had already brought me so far. I didn't want to cum in her hand though. I wanted to feel my shaft enveloped in heat. Fucking her pussy would have been incredible, but I wasn't going to do that. And even if I rammed my fat dick into her cunt right this moment, I knew I'd cum inside her and get her pregnant. Seems like I only had one option.

"Get on your knees."

"Ow. Huh?" she said, turning around. "Fuck, Daddy, you really hurt my pussy when you slapped me like that."

"On your knees." I helped her down to her knees by pushing. She slipped and went down hard.

"Ow! Daddy!"

I reached for her head, my hand sliding into her hair, holding the back of her neck. My other hand took the base of my cock.