Title: I Love You Daddy

 

Published:

Feb 2014

 

By: [email protected]

 

Keywords: Mf(16), BDSM, incest

 

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I think today they call themselves Emo though I am really not sure if that is what she would call herself. In my day she would have been Goth, maybe even Punk given her attitude. Whatever group she tried to fit into her friends were near exact duplicates save not a one could hold a candle to her near perfect skin or God given assets.

 

Missy is her given name and she is my daughter. Her transformation from cute little girl to whatever she thinks of herself now started when she was about eleven. The first indications were her clothes. Missy started dressing more and more in black or mixed black and white. Her mom saw nothing wrong with it and to be honest I myself thought it little more than a faze she would quickly outgrow. It hadn't hurt that her light complexion and dark black hair actually made her look half decent even in the odd color choices.

 

Missy asked to be allowed to wear makeup for her twelfth birthday. And though as her father I didn�t want her having that privilege for a million more years her mother talked me into letting the girl grow up. Had she seen the pack of rift raft Missy invited to the birthday party she may have thought different about giving in. The kids were all around her age but I don't think a one had any clue what the word fashion meant. And their attitudes were ten times worse than Missy's at the time.

 

Somehow we held ourselves together over the next few years as Missy learned about boys. Her ability to make good choices seemed to be getting worse with age, not a one of the boys she wanted to hang out with were even close to decent let alone good enough for my daughter. She had plenty of choices. Missy had begun to develop, and develop rapidly. She was constantly complaining of pain here and there, and her body was noticeably different with each passing month. At thirteen she had been wearing a bra for over a year and unlike her friends actually had an ass worth looking at. Not that I was looking at her that way.

 

Missy was fourteen when the accident happened. We were on our way home from dinner when a Diesel truck speed through a red light and T-Boned us. The truck hit us so hard it crushed in the passenger side before going air born and landing with the diesels left front tire in my wife's lap. Missy still has nightmares about that accident. Who wouldn't, even I still wake some nights with the vision of my bloody wife lying beside me.

 

Court hearings and doctor visits kept the memories fresh and the pain from seeking the solace of time. Where a family should grow closer in the months following the accident Missy and I grew apart. I would like to say it was only because of the accident and the loss of her mom, but in all honesty I simply didn't know how to deal with my own problems let alone those of a hormone filled teenage girl.

 

In no time Missy was a totally different girl. She embraced her friends like never before and argued with me constantly. She started staying out till all hours of the night, skipping school, and just a week after her fifteenth birthday she was bought home by the police still smelling of beer and pot. The following morning I let her talk me out of putting her in rehab, swearing it was her first and last time to ever use either. I should have listened to the alarms going off in my head instead of my heart, things only got worse.

 

If I had disapproved of Missy's boyfriends before I totally hated the ones she started bringing around the house. It was a constant parade of worthless trash, each clearly after one thing and one thing only. I made rules in hopes to keep Missy's innocence intact but what could I do when she wasn't at home. I felt helpless and the gap between father and daughter only grew.

 

The months passed and a new year was just around the corner. Work was slow and Christmas days away so the boss decided to shut the plant down for a week. For most it was the best bonus they had ever received, a week off with pay at Christmas to boot. For me the memo spelt out another week of loneliness and this one without so much as a friendly hello from one of my coworkers.

 

I left work at eleven and headed straight to the package store to pick up something to stop the pain, then headed home. As I turned onto my block I saw the two tone purple and brown van parked in front of my house and knew Missy had broken the no friends at the house when I am not there rule. Worse the van belonged to her current boyfriend, a supposed drummer for a local punk band she had fallen head over heels for.

 

I don't know if they saw me pull in or heard the door slam shut but as I closed the front door behind me I could hear the kitchen door thump into the washing machine as someone made a hasty exit. At the top of my lungs I yelled for Missy to get her ass down stairs, and heard only silence. Not even thinking to put my whisky in the kitchen I marched up the stairs and towards the loud music emanating from Missy's bedroom.

 

Nothing had prepared me for what I found. I had last seen my daughter naked when she was five, now she stood on tip toes staring right at me with nothing on save a gag and a pair of cuffs. There were a few things very apparent, first was that my innocent little girl was far from innocent and second was if I ever got my hands on that boyfriend of hers he was going to die.

 

Missy visibly trembled, fear washing through her eyes as I started towards her. I could only imagine what she was thinking as I am sure my face looked as mad as the Devil himself. I was her father though and I intended only to help her down so she could get presentable before I let her have what for. As I moved closer however I couldn�t help but look at what Mother Nature had given her. And Missy had grown into a very lovely girl indeed.

 

As I have said Missy began to mature between eleven and twelve. At nearly sixteen she wasn�t so much stacked as well balanced. Missy could not have weighed more than one ten soaking wet and clearly kept fit given her slim waste and tone stomach. I would guess her breast to be full B cups which looked quite big on her given she was only five foot four. The room must have been quite cold given her state of dress as atop each of the pinkish half dollar sized areola sat a thick nub about a quarter inch tall.

 

Missy knew I was checking her out when my gaze fell from her upper body to the cleft between her slim legs. I had expected a jumbled mass of hair at her age, I was treated to a work of art instead. Missy had trimmed her pubic hair to about an eight inch and done a rather nice job of shaping it into an arrow. Missy crossed her legs and looked away in shame, something she should have thought of long before I came into the room as far as I could see it. Then as I reached to release her she pulled away.

 

Perhaps she was scared, unsure of what I was going to do. The act hurt me deep, so deep I turned around and walked out leaving my little girl hanging from her wrist. I made it to the stairs and stopped, my heart arguing with my head. I couldn't just leave her like that, she could hurt herself, and I could be jailed for child neglect. I could think of a dozen reasons to turn around, yet in the end I left her with the belief she could use the time to think about what she had become.

 

She didn't hang there long. As pissed as I was I couldn't leave her there any longer than it took me to pour two shots and shoot them down. I would guess I had been out of the room about ten minutes, but that ten minutes had done a number on Missy. She was of course still hanging there but now she wasn't even trying to keep to her tip toes. Her face was covered in fresh tears smearing her mascara down her cheeks. Missy looked pitiful, nothing like the girl I knew, the one that found the smallest reasons to fight with her dad.

 

I had not said a single word to her yet. I had not wanted to start while still upset and I probably shouldn't have started after getting a few shots in my belly. The first words that came out of my mouth as I stood there looking at my daughters naked body was "So your mother and I raised a whore I guess."

 

Missy looked at me with a fire in her eyes I was sure would bring the Missy I knew flying to the surface. The fire lasted only seconds. Maybe it was the liquor but I swear I could literally burn out before my eyes. I felt disgusted at what I saw, even more when I looked for something to cover her nakedness and found hidden beside a pillow her instruments of choice. Hers or her boyfriend's is a moot point, the paddle and riding crop were both for her.

 

Missy watched as I picked up the paddle. Her eyes flickered, possibly in fear or perhaps something else. I paid little attention focusing on the paddle instead. It looked something like the ones I remembered from a visit or two to the principal's office as a child, the handle being about eight inches long and well-worn while the paddle itself was around eighteen inches long and flat. The flat of the paddle had been carved with flame like pattern and one side had the word Razorback burnt in one inch block letters across the center. I was pretty sure Fernando or whatever his name was would be missing it before long, and I sure as hell wasn't giving back to him.

 

"Is this really what you want?" I asked as I rolled the handle between my open palms.

 

Missy murmured something through the black ball gag. I think she tried to explain herself, or at least beg me to let her down. I didn't! I didn't let her down nor did I think that I was going to let her get away unpunished as her mother would have. Missy didn't have time to dodge the blow I aimed at her fleshy back side. The paddle left two long red lines where it dug into her young flesh and forced a loud "Aaah!" from around the ball in Missy's mouth.

 

The sudden fire racing over Missy's ass also brought her back up onto her feet where she started shaking her head side to side and yelling no so loud I could make out her words through the gag. "It is time we got something clear, my rules don't get broken ever again." I said, grunting as I swung for her ass again. Missy braced herself, the Thwacking sound of wood to flesh followed by another scream from behind the ball.

 

"Understood?"

 

Missy nodded as she tried to say she was sorry, her words to muffled to make out. It was the tear covered face however that saved her another swat. As much as I wanted to punish her for, for I don�t know what, I knew I couldn't. Maybe with a few more drinks.

 

I found the release on the chain holding Missy up and with two fingers let her legs take her weight. Missy fell like a rag doll then curled up into a ball where she lay ignoring the fact that I could now see the clam like folds of her private region. It had been some time since I had seen something like that close up, I had been regulated to internet porn and my own hand sense the passing of Vivian. As wrong as I knew it to be I couldn't help but be effected by such a lovely sight. Before Missy could see my own embarrassment I made a hasty retreat back to my bottle of whisky.

 

Half a bottle later Missy made her way down stairs. Even with a full on buzz going I expected next time I saw her she would be dressed, she wasn't. In fact Missy had lost some covering, the ball gag. "I can't find the key." Missy cried, the look of shame still breaking through the rivers of mascara.

 

"That boy still got it?" I muttered, pouring myself another shot. "Guess he's a real keeper."

 

"Please Daddy!"

 

"Damn it girl! Why? Why you making things so damn hard on the both of us?"

 

We had been through similar arguments before, the real difference being her state of dress or lack thereof. That and I never had the ammunition I did this time. As soon as her trilly voice cried "You don't understand!" I shot back with both barrels.

 

"I understand some fucking boy had my daughter in her room alone, naked, and tied up. And I understand he ran like a fucking five year old caught with his hand in a cookie jar. What if it hadn�t been me? What if it had been a stranger, a burglar or some shit? I'll tell you. You would have died alone because that mother fucker was miles away!"

 

I downed another shot then pushed past Missy, stopping at the bottom of the stairs to tell her to get her ass up to her room and help me look for the key. Her room was a shambles where she had been looking, her bedding tossed to the floor and the mattress pulled aside to reveal her stash of toys. Only two indents were empty, one about three feet long and an inch or so wide belonging to the riding crop, the other to the cuffs now around Missy's wrists.

 

It took ten minutes to find where the key had landed during her fevered search, the key having slipped between the box spring and foot board. I guess I had drank enough that my mind wasn't quite working like a fathers anymore, I had been taking longer and longer looks at Missy and I was starting to think about her sexually. My liquor fueled mind saw this as ok, after all who wouldn't find such a pretty girl attractive. Then as I looked down at the key I thought "Wait a second! She didn't even try to cover herself, maybe she is a whore."

 

"Can't find it. Guess you'll have to live with the cuffs till he gets back."

 

"Noo!" was all I could hear, Missy's mournful wail piercing my ears. "Daddy you have to help me!"

 

"Not much I can do. You got yourself into this shit so you can live with it till I can find where to get a key, or that boy comes back to face the music."

 

"You can't leave me like this."

 

"Can and will."

 

"Please Dad! Please..."

 

"Hell girl what you complaining about? Look at this shit!" I replied trying to sound disgusted as I picked the riding crop up off the floor. "You got cuffs, crops, dildos, clamps! Hell I don't even know what's in there!" I said pointing the crop at a think wood box. "Looks to me like you should be happy as a whore at Mardi Gras."

 

Her moved but Missy was silent. Little miss sassy had lost her voice and could do nothing but drop her naked rump onto the bed and stare at her feet in disbelief at her daddies words.

 

Using the crop to lift her chin I looked Missy in the eyes, the sexual fervor and liquor now controlling my every though. "Besides, I like seeing you like this. Been a long time and I aint against learning something new."

 

Missy's frown slowly changed as she absorbed what I was trying to say. The liquor may have been playing tricks but I could have sworn she had a grin on her face for just a second. Whatever it was it disappeared when she pursed her lips together and stood up defiantly saying "No one's learning anything till our sober!" Then with hands still cuffed together the girl put both hands on my chest and pushed me out of the room. In the hall Missy told me to get some sleep and she would take care of dinner. I haven't a clue how I lost control of the situation but before my cloudy mind told me I was being denied the door to my room was being closed and I was alone.

 

The windows were dark when I woke, rolling over to see the red LED display telling me it was eight pm. My stomach was telling me it was past time to fill it up, and my bladder telling me it was time to empty it at the same time. Grudgingly I got up to take care of both. Down stairs the T.V. was shining painful white light from its evil eye while on the couch in front of it Missy sat covered in a Pink and white blanket from her room. Hearing me coming down Missy called "Dinners in the Microwave." then went back to watching whatever late night soap she was into this week.

 

My head was in my plate when I felt I was being watched and looked up to see Missy standing at the kitchen door. Missy pulled the blanket tight around her chest looking like she wanted to say something but couldn't find the words. I spoke first remembering what I had said and done under the influence of the whisky.

 

"Missy, today... I am really sorry, I should never have said that and I swear I didn't mean it. Any of it."

 

Missy shook her head and came into the room. "No dad, you were right. I sometimes do stupid things like trusting Fernando."

 

"That's not what I mean."

 

"I know, you mean about me being a whore and getting horny from seeing me naked. But you did like seeing me naked, didn't you?"

 

I looked back into my plate feeling ashamed at how I had felt at seeing my own daughter. "I'll get the key for you."

 

"Didn't you dad?"

 

I stood up to go fetch the key and Missy moved to block the door. "Dad?" Missy asked expecting a response. When none came Missy did the unthinkable, she let the blanket fall around her ankles. I stood there looking at her lythe body thinking I should look anywhere but at her, yet could not move any sooner than I could keep my manhood from stirring.

 

"It's ok daddy! I've wanted to show you I'm not a baby anymore for a long time."

 

"I never said..."

 

"No, but you try to treat me like it. Dad, I'm a woman now and yes I have sex. I love it and I want it. And I've wanted you forever daddy!"

 

Was I hearing my daughter right or was the whisky still playing tricks. How could ones child tell them such things so bluntly? How could my own flesh want me? It was immoral to even think about. Illegal in so many ways. But still I could feel the tension, the need, my passion growing with each passing moment I looked upon her naked flesh.

 

"I... I can't. Not like that. Like he was. I mean.." I couldn't talk right, think right. I wasn't drunk, why couldn't I turn away and tell her no?

 

Missy took the six steps separating us and pulled my head down, our lips touching softly as she gave me that first tentative kiss. Every nerve in my body lit up as if I had been jolted with a thousand volts of electricity, the intensity only growing as Missy's lips parted and her tongue sought mine. Time stood still until slowly the kiss broke to leave me staring into Missy's soul filled eyes. Nothing but love and lust shone from within, and somehow I felt different, my heart felt full for the first time in years.

 

"Wait a second!" I said as I pushed Missy back a step, her hands falling from my shoulders and down my chest. "How... You already found the key!"

 

"Knew where it was the whole time." she answered with a devilish grin on her face, then took hold of my hands and pulled me backwards to the couch.

 

Missy fell back on the couch, laying herself with one leg expertly draped over the back while the other fell off the cushions. I quickly dropped my pants too excited to think beyond the spot between her legs. Missy let out a long moan as I laid my weight atop her, the warmth of her pussy radiating through the tip of my stone like dick. It was wrong, it was nasty, and it felt so damn good as my dick pushed past the puffy flesh of her pussy lips and slipped ever so easily into the velvety grasp of her love canal.

 

Animal passion took over, the two of us humping our hips against the other as passionate moans escaped our lips. I fought to keep the tempo even wanting make this mind numbing experience last as long as possible. Missy had other ideas, her need forcing her hips against me ever faster until I could hear the slap of flesh to flesh. With a long loud groan Missy stopped moving, her breath shuddering as she took in one last gulp of air. Somehow I kept our balance as her legs wrapped around my ass, her belly rising as she arched her back. Her cry of pleasure rang through my ears triggering something primal deep inside. My hips rose and fell fast and hard, her body absorbing the blows until at last my balls released there long caged soldiers.

 

We lay arm tangled and sweating, our juices slowly trailing down the inside of her thigh. Our eyes shining with newly found passion as our lips meet and our tongues mingled happily. The light of the T.V. no longer bothered my eyes nor was I afraid, If anything I was in love for only the second time in my life.

 

"Got to get up or we'll leave a mess." Missy whispered as she pushed me up. I loathed moving, her soft warm skin was like a blanket keeping me safe from a world holding nothing but loneliness. I moved from atop her and took a seat then watched as she scampered off to get a dish towel from the kitchen. And as I watched the twin cheeks of her beautifully round ass disappear I realized how stupid I had been over the years.

 

As I looked at the T.V. I recalled years before when Missy was about eleven having watched a show with some women dressed in Goth. Vivian ever the conservative had made a comment about the state of dress a few of the females were in and I foolishly had replied "Looks damn sexy to me." I had sleep on the couch that night, and now I realized that Missy must have overheard the conversation. It was shortly after that her manner of dress began to change.

 

Even the makeup had been because of me. I often commented about how young girls were wearing makeup and how slutty it made them look. I made a point when at the Mall to point them out and occasionally tell Vivian "Bet that one's trying to get some boy in her bed." I always got a strange look of disgust from Vivian, and never realized that Missy would take my words and try to use them quite like that.

 

Maybe even what she had been doing with that boy had even been my fault. Up till she was eight or so when she was bad it was my job to give her a spanking. Even after when I thought about it, most of our time together when she was young came from time spent punishing her for some infraction or another. I had always thought myself a good dad till that moment. I made sure my family had all they needed and gave them all the time I had when not off on business. I never cheated on my wife and thought I had treated Missy fairly even when she was in trouble. Yet somehow I just knew I had failed.

 

"Guess I wasn't such a good dad." I said as Megan sat down beside me and started wiping up the mess.

 

"What do you mean? You're a great dad, and I love you so much!"

 

"Growing up. It was me who messed it all up not being around all the time and not thinking about who was listening when I said stupid stuff."

 

Missy laughed, her young tin voice musical and exciting. "You didn�t mess anything up. I like who I am, and daddy believe me Fernando wasn't going to do anything I didn't like."

 

"He had you bound, you couldn't have stopped him."

 

"Sure I could. The latch holding me up was just a thumb latch, and it wasn't like the chain is so short I couldn't get to it."

 

"Then why didn't you when he ran off?"

 

"I was so horny and I thought... I hoped if you caught me you might understand finally."

 

"So the paddles not his?"

 

Again Missy laughed at her foolish father's slow mind. "It is, or was. I'm still mad that he took off like that even if I could free myself."

 

"Kind of selfish if you ask me." I said grinning. "So I am guessing the swats didn't hurt?"

 

"Hell yes they did. But God I loved it. It's like I don't know. I just really get off being spanked. I used to do stuff just to get you to spank me you know."

 

"Missy!"

 

"What, you didn't like spanking me?" she continued slyly. "I think every dad likes to spank his little girl, maybe fantasize about doing something even more nasty."

 

Actually I had never fantasized about doing anything sexual with Missy before today but I decided to let her keep that fantasy.

 

"Want to spank me now?" Missy asked and jumped to her feet.

 

"You just got done!"

 

"So?" she asked as she grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet.

 

What could I say to that? I followed my horny little girl up to her bedroom then helped as she put the chain back in place. Missy looked as happy as I had ever seen her when she held out her hands to be cuffed, definitely happier than any time after the accident. The smile remained firmly in place as I helped her hook the cuffs and chain together, only disappearing when I pulled the crop out from its hiding spot.

 

"No please daddy please! I'll be a good girl I promise." she teased as she wiggled about playfully.

 

"Let's just make sure of that." I growled, continuing her fantasy then touched the crop lightly to her fleshy ass to steady her. Even from just two inches out the crop made an evil popping sound when it landed on her bare flesh. Missy stiffened for just a moment while turning her ass away from me, then brought it back around for another. Having never played like this before I decided to pop first one cheek then the other, always aiming for the same spot at the round of her lovely cheeks. Within a half dozen taps Missy had figured out the pattern and was waiting for the pair before giving herself the moments repose.

 

It only took a dozen swats total for Missy's bottom to start turning pinkish red where the leather tips of the riding crop had been landing. The pops continued in a constant rhythm, but the yelps of pain slowly turned to moans and the longer I used the crop the louder they became. I saw why, each time Missy moved her pussy lips were pressed between her thigh and rubbed together, sometimes quite vigorously. The mix of pain and pleasure soon took Missy over the edge and I was treated not only to the sweetest red ass any man had ever seen, but the flushing of Missy's face as her orgasm washed through.

 

Missy hung limp as she regained her strength and what little color she normally had returned to her face then reached up to unhook herself from the chain. She stopped when I held up my hand, a coy smile crossing her face when I asked "Does it hurt more when a girl is hit in the boobs or pussy?" Missy's answer was to spread her legs until she literally hung by her wrists, and then whipping the hair from her face telling me to find out for myself.

 

"If you want you can put the spreaders on my ankles." she added as she nodded back to the bed. "It's tucked in at the headboard."

 

Sure enough there was something I could see being called a spreader hidden right in between the headboard and box springs. It was little more than a hollowed metal pipe about four feet long, but every six or so inches it had a hole bored through and in each of the end holes a leather cuff was held in place by a bolt and wing nut. I couldn't resist, locking first Missy's right then her left ankle to the pole then moving my head between her legs to take a free taste of her honey hole.

 

Missy sucked in her breath as my tongue traveled slowly through the pink crack, then shuddered as I locked my lips over her clit and sucked the nub between my teeth. Her mom had always loved when I lightly nibbled her clit, I could only imagine how Missy would react. The reaction was fast coming. The moment my bare teeth touched the sensitive button Missy shoved her hips forward, just seconds later entire body freezing in place as she let out a "FUCK ME!" the neighbors could have heard. Missy had cum so hard from just that gentle bite when I stood up I could literally see beads of sweet roll down the brow of her shinning eyes.

 

I had to find out how she would take the pussy whipping now. Missy was still breathing hard, her eyes locked on my face as the crop found her blood filled cunt lips. I could hear the purr in her voice as she smiled and dared me. Missy's lower lip folded in under the other as she bit down, the crop clearly sending an arrow of pain through her most sensitive places. Instead of the gasp of pain I expected, Missy hissed like a viper about to strike then moaned "Again, do it again!"

 

Again turned to faster, and that to harder. Missy was gasping for air still begging for me not to stop when I couldn�t handle it any longer. My dick had been hard from the start of the spanking, my balls aching with anticipation from the first blow to Missy's defenseless pussy. I needed release and I needed it right now. Missy opened her eyes as the crop landed in the middle of her perfumes all neatly lined up across the dresser. Then they closed tight as I shoved my dick between her sore lips in search of the bliss I knew lay waiting.

 

Neither Missy nor I could keep to our feet, our movements mocking that of a drunk as we made our way to her bed and fell exhausted side by side. Missy woke me at some point as she freed herself from the cuffs and spreader in order to go to the bathroom, and then seeing me awake suggested we move to a bigger bed. It was nice, comforting to have someone in my bed once more. Even nicer when she cuddled in close and declared "I love you daddy!"