Taming a Tomboy

by LittleToyMaker

mc; Mg; Mdom; oral; inc

Chapter 1


Samantha, or Sam as she preferred to be called, was an adorable little 8 year old girl. A slim ginger girl, with short red hair, green eyes and freckles, just like her late mother.

But... Sam wasn't like all the other little girls her age. Most 8 year olds liked to play with dolls or play dress-up. They liked to act like little princesses, and loved to be treated like them. Sam wasn't that sort of girl. Sam was what you would call a tomboy, a rough and tough girl who hated absolutely anything that one could consider "girly", and instead preferred to play sports, video games and just liked to get sweaty and dirty in general.

She hated playing with other girls, and found them to be boring and "too sugary", to quote her. Instead, she was "one of the boys", and preferred to play with the young males of the neighborhood. At first, they turned her down, but she earned their respect - and their fear, when she managed to beat them up for looking down on her.

However, even though Sam and her male friends had no problem with her lifestyle choices, her single father Ryan was less than pleased with his daughter's ways. When his late wife had given birth to an adorable little girl, he thought that the two of them would raise her to be a "perfect woman", much like her mother was. A feminine, demure housewife - that's what little Samantha would grow into someday.

But Sam wouldn't have it. Every attempt to make her lady-like was met with fierce, and sometimes violent retaliation. Her father would buy her dolls, which she would snap in half. He would buy her dresses, that she would tear into pieces. He once suggested that she tie her long (at the time) hair into pigtails, which she protested by taking a pair of scissors to her own head and chopping most of her hair off. Ryan wasn't sure where she picked up this tomboyishness, but he knew that he didn't like it.

Though it upsetted him, Ryan knew that in order to keep his daughter's violent behavior in check, he would need to give her a little leeway with what she wanted. So he bought her boy's clothes, or when he could get away with it, girl's clothes that looked like boy's clothes. He let her keep her hair short, just as long as she got a proper haircut instead of the hackjob that she had created on her own. And of course, he let her play with the neighborhood boys, and even though he had set a rule that she wasn't allowed to do anything TOO violent... she always ignored it once she was out of his sight and played just as roughly as she liked.

It seemed like nothing he could do would ever change his daughter's ways. At this point, he thought that he wouldn't be surprised if by the time she was in her 20s, she was a tattooed and pierced member of a lesbian biker gang. He didn't want something like that to happen to his little girl. He just couldn't let it happen.

So... One day, he decided to search the internet for drastic measures. He was ready to do just about anything that would somehow straighten Sam out. He searched for things like therapists, pills, even weird voodoo nonsense, but it seemed like there was nothing that truly addressed Sam's problems. Then, after hours of searching, he came across something interesting...

"Obey In A Day", it was called. It claimed to be a form of ancient Eastern medicine that had been used in China and other Oriental countries for at least 1,000 years. The website claimed that it was originally used to get disobedient children to help the family with farming, but it could open a child up to absolutely any commands given to them within a 24 hour period once the medicine's effects set in. It claimed that it was completely safe, and that it was still in use today in various Eastern countries. There was also a money-back guarantee, and if you weren't completely satisfied with the results, they would return your money.

Ryan thought about it for a moment. He didn't want to brainwash his daughter or anything... But he could use it to simply... give her a nudge in the right direction. A simple command like "be a little more feminine" shouldn't be too much. It wasn't like he was going to tell her to be his personal maid or anything. He nodded, and decided that he may as well try it. What did he have to lose? It was only $10 for a single dose of it, and that's probably all Samantha would need. The worst that could happen is that it simply wouldn't work, or maybe give Samantha a little tummyache. He placed the order without another thought, and waited the four-to-six weeks for it to be delivered.

Chapter 2


Five and a half weeks later, a package arrived in the mail. This was it, the "Obey In A Day" medicine that would hopefully turn Samantha into a good girl. Before he could even get the chance to open the box, Samantha came storming out of her room.

She was wearing her favorite outfit - a green tank-top which she had taken a pair of scissors to and cut a section of the midriff out of, a pair of tight khaki shorts, short white socks and a pair of white and green sneakers. She also had a small bandage wrapped around her right arm, from a little accident she had a few days prior - naturally from playing too rough.

She ran up to her father with an angry, pouty look on her face. She held one hand on her hips, and pointed the other hand straight at her father's nose.

"You took my airsoft gun again, didn't you!?" she shouted.

Her father calmly moved her finger out of his face and then pressed his own finger against her forehead.

"Of course I did. I told you that those things are much too dangerous for a girl your age to be playing with."

"But you were fine with the water guns! Even the Ultra Soaker!"

"There's a big difference between a high-powered water gun and a gun which fires actual pellets."

"But daaaaad! They're not even hard!"

"That's enough. You're not using something like that, and that's fin- OOF!"

Ryan's statement was interrupted by Sam jamming her fist into his abdomen.

"You're such an idiot! You never want me to have any fun! I hate you, dad!"

Ryan collected himself from his daughter's punch. She was most certainly tougher than she looked. He had half a mind to ground her for the next two weeks for that. How dare she strike her father? Ryan would never have done something like that to his own parents! But... He had plans today, and he couldn't have Samantha around to see him investigating his new package. He had to swallow his pride, just for today, and hopefully by tomorrow, everything would be fine. He put on a fake smile and pointed in the direction of the front door.

"Out. Go and play with your friends or whatever. Daddy has a headache... and a stomacheache now... And I really can't argue with you today... So go... before I decide to change my mind and ground you."

"Can I have my gun back?"

"No."

"Jerk!" Sam screamed, as she kicked her father's chair and ran off to the front door. She turned the handle and kicked the door open, then turned back to her father.

"And I want burgers tonight! Not like those wimpy ones you made last time! I need at least three times as much meat this time! And don't forget the hot sauce either!" she shouted, then slammed the door shut without waiting for a reply.

Chapter 3


Now that Samantha was gone, Ryan finally had a chance to investigate the contents of the package. He tore it open and dug through the styrofoam inside, to find a very small, clear bottle, filled with a clear liquid. On the label, it read "Obey In A Day".

Ryan turned the bottle around to look for instructions, but much to his dismay, most of them were in Chinese, and the rest were in horribly broken English. He read over the instructions that he was at least somewhat capable of reading...

1. Emptying of the entire container of it's liquids into refreshment enjoyed by children!
2. Insert the saliva of parents who are the wishing to order children!
3. Stir happily!
4. After children haves enjoyed medication refreshment, waiting 10 minutes. Children will appear wanting sleep.
4. Kissing the lips of children by parent who haves been give saliva will finalize medicine!
6. Parents and childrens will be haves much happiness as parent command the child to will! Effect lasting 24 hour after kiss. Enjoy!

Ryan pulled the bottle back from his eyes and stared at it in confusion. Aside from the horrible grammar, and the fact that whoever printed this clearly cannot count to 6, the directions mentioned having to spit into the mixture, and then kissing your child on the lips after they drink it... At least, that's what Ryan thought it meant...

But when he actually thought about it, it almost made sense. How else is your child supposed to know to obey you instead of absolutely anybody? There must be some kind of chemical trigger, otherwise who knows what just any random stranger could make your child do? It was a safeguard from that sort of thing, obviously. Ryan nodded and accepted that this was a neccessary oddity.

Ryan walked over to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of Samantha's favorite lemon-lime flavored sports drink. He made sure to push all of the other bottles to the back of the fridge and left a space front-and-center for the bottle that he would soon be drugging.

He opened the sports drink bottle, then grabbed the bottle of "Obey In A Day". After a few more moments of consideration, he popped open the medicine bottle and poured the entirety of it into the drink. He shook it around a little to make sure it disolved. Just as advertised, it was impossible to tell that anything was inside the drink.

"Guess there's just one more thing to do..." he said, as he placed his mouth above the drink and spit right into it. He sealed the bottle tightly and shook it up a little, before placing it back into the fridge.

"Let's hope this works..." he said, as he closed the refridgerator door.

Chapter 4


Sam entered the house to the savory and spicy smell of grilled meat and hot sauce. Her father had prepared her favorite meal for her - not because she deserved it, but because she demanded it, and if he didn't comply, he knew that she would react violently.

"Did you make it triple-meaty like I told you to!?"

"Of course."

"You better have!"

Ryan had just finished preparing the food, and was topping the burgers with Samantha's favorite toppings - peppers, onions, mushrooms, cheese and lots and lots of hot sauce. He placed Samantha's plate on the table, and she began devouring it without so much as a "thank you".

Suddenly, she jumped up from her seat, with her hands still covered in hot sauce, and ran over to the fridge and snatched the sports drink from the front of the shelf.

"This better not be the last one!"

"There's more in the back of the fridge, dear. Drink that one first."

"Yeah, yeah." Sam mumbled, as she popped open the drink and took several deep gulps of the lemon-lime flavored juice. She slammed it down on the table and began attacking her burger once more.

Over the next few minutes, she continued to alternate between taking huge bites of food and washing it down with her sports drink. Ryan watched her carefully, waiting for her to "appear wanting sleep", as the medicine had stated on the bottle, but as far as he could tell, she was as active as ever, as she finished off the last few bites of her food, as well as the last few gulps of her drink.

Would it not work? Was the entire thing some sort of weird scam? Ryan finally began to wonder if this was really worth his money. Really, how could something like "Obey In A Day" even exist anyway? Wouldn't a mind-control potion be illegal, even if it did exist? He buried his face in his palm, wondering just what the hell he had been thinking. This would definitely never work, he thought.

But then he realized... Samantha hadn't said anything for a few minutes now... He raised his face from his palm and looked over at his daughter.

She was slouched down in her chair. Way down, to the point where she was more laying than sitting. Her emerald eyes were nearly closed, only barely peeking out from behind her eyelids.

"Samantha? Are you feeling alright" Ryan asked.

She mumbled a little in response. She shifted a little in her chair, but ultimately continued to sit there, distant from the world around her.

Ryan walked over to his daughter's side and pulled her up to sit in the chair properly. Her head tilted gently to the side, and she continued to stare off into space, not reacting to her father at all.

He grabbed his little girl under her armpits, picked her up and carried her off to her room. He laid her down on her bed and kneeled down at her side.

This was it. It was the effects of the medicine for sure. But now, he had to do something to finalize the process - to let her know who was boss. He had to kiss his daughter on the lips.

He looked down at her. This was Samantha, his little girl - a complete and utter tomboy. She was still wearing the same thing she had on this morning - her favorite outfit, a midriff-bearing tank-top and short khaki shorts. They were soaked with sweat, as was her pale ginger skin. She had taken her shoes off when she came in, so her bare feet rested gently on her bed.

Ryan moved closer to her face, hovering right over her. He grabbed her eyelid and held it open, to see if she would react, but it was like she was in some dream world - she didn't react to it at all. He poked her in the cheek with his finger, and even tried pinching it, but there was no response. Her body was completely immobile and unaware of the world around her. If it weren't for the fact that he could see her chest moving up and down, he would have thought she was dead.

He moved in even closer. "I guess it's now or never..." he said.

He could feel his daughter's gentle breath against his own lips. His lips were only about an inch away from hers.

"I'm sorry, Samantha, but it has to be done..." he said, and then finally pressed his lips against hers.

Samantha's lips were soft. It had been such a long time since his wife had died, he had forgotten what a kiss on the lips felt like. But this was only to help his daughter, it wasn't like kissing his wife. There wasn't that sort of sexual passion in the kiss, like the kisses he shared with his wife. It was just a simple peck on the lips, just enough for the two of them to trade a little saliva, so that the chemical reaction of the medicine could take place.

Ryan raised up a little bit - only a few inches, and stared down at his little girl. Her eyes were still distant and unaware, but her sweet, soft lips were moving ever so slightly... almost as if they were inviting him back. They wanted more. Samantha's tongue moved out a little and gently, slowly, seductively, licked those soft, pouty lips of hers.

Ryan was beginning to feel a little lightheaded. Even stranger, he began to feel an erection coming on - a very strong, hard erection. How strange, he thought. All he did was kiss his daughter on her tender, beautiful lips, why would he be getting an erection? He stared down at his daughter's beautiful face. She was breathing heavily, and her lips were trembling as her tongue ran around them, searching for something... searching for him.

He didn't even think about it. He simply pressed his lips against his daughter's lips once more, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. But this time... the kiss was far less innocent.

Ryan's tongue darted into Samantha's mouth and he began playfully toying with her own tongue as the two of them continued to kiss with intense passion. He held onto her cheek and forced his tongue deeper into her mouth. He couldn't stop. He didn't want to stop. His daughter's lips, her mouth, everything about her was just too wonderful to ignore. He grabbed the straps of her tank-top and pulled them down, revealing her flat, freckled chest and perky nipples.

He finally broke his kiss with Samantha and immediately began suckling on her nipples. Her silence had been broken, and was now replaced with passionate moans, but her eyes still continued to stare off into nothingness.

Ryan began to undo Samantha's shorts. A large wet spot had already begun to grow in her crotch, and it left a string of juices behind as he pulled her shorts and brief-like panties off in one single motion. Then, he reached up and pulled her tank-top all the way down her legs and off her body. With his daughter now completely naked, he sat up on his knees at the base of her feet. He smiled.

"Samantha, sweetheart..." he said

".....Yes?" she replied

"You're going to be a good girl for daddy from now on, right?"

For the first time since dinner, her eyes began to gain focus, and she stared right at her father... and gave him a great big smile.

"...Yes, daddy...!" she replied

Chapter 5


A short time had passed. Ryan was sitting in the living room in his favorite recliner, with the curtains drawn closed. He sat there, completely naked, with his head tilted back, moaning in pleasure as his cute little daughter sat at his feet and tended to his penis.

Samantha's short red hair had been pulled back into small pigtails, which were held in place by small yellow ribbons. She was wearing girly yellow and orange polka-dot panties, and absolutely nothing else. Her little mouth was pumping up and down on her father's penis, as her small hands stroked it's base.

Ryan stroked Samantha's hair and face. He couldn't believe how beautiful she was, and he couldn't believe that he hadn't noticed it before! Oh, and she was such a great cock-sucker too! But best of all, she was being oh so obedient. She did absolutely everything he said without question. Naturally, this blowjob was also one of his suggestions.

"Don't forget to swallow my load and lick up every last drop, sweetie."

For a moment, she popped her lips off her father's penis to respond. That was one of the new rules after all, she always had to respond to his commands, and they were to be responded to with respect and devotion.

"Yes, daddy!" she gleefully answered, before returning to her work on her father's penis. Moments later, his penis exploded into her mouth and filled it with creamy white cum. Just as she was told, she made sure to swallow every drop, even running her tongue around the inside of her mouth to make sure she got everything, and then finished by licking up and down her father's penis to make sure it was nice and clean.

"You're such a good girl, Samantha. I love you so much." Ryan said, as he stroked her hair.

"I love you too, daddy!" Samantha replied.

"I know you do, Samantha. What did I tell you?"

"Daddy told me that I love him so much, more than anything in the world! I must always listen to daddy forever and ever, and I love to do anything daddy says and will never, ever say no!" Samantha replied, with a cute little giggle at the end.

"And?"

"And I'm a girly girl! I only like girly things and hate boyish things, and daddy always knows what is best for me!" she replied. Her face was bright and happy. It was easy to tell, she loved being this way. Of course, it was because she had been ordered to be bright and chipper and feminine, and to always obey, so it was somewhat debatable whether they were her true feelings or not, but as far as she and her father were concerned, they definitely were. Samantha was a girly girl now, and she loved it.

"Come on up here, sweetie." Ryan ordered his daughter.

"Yes, daddy!" she gleefully replied, as she hopped up in his lap with her bare chest pressed up against his. Ryan stroked his daughter's body all over, and began to kiss her face and neck.

"You know... This stuff... I think maybe it did something to me too... Maybe it was in your saliva or something... But god, Samantha... you are so incredible... I just wanna..." he trailed off, as he reached down into the back of his daughter's panties and began rubbing her slick pussy.

He chuckled a little. "We're gonna be having a lot more fun from now on, aren't we? Lots of quality... father-daughter time..."

"Yes, daddy!" she replied once more, just as she was programmed to say. It wasn't simply parroting a command either - she believed, accepted and loved everything her father said. Just as he had said, she would make sure to have lots of fun and quality time with her father from now on, no matter what he wanted to do.

Chapter 6


A group of three young boys rode their bikes down the quiet suburban street. Or rather, it would have been quiet, if not for the rowdy boys shouting and laughing with each other. They pulled up to a familiar house and parked their bikes right in the grass, just as they always did. They approached the door and knocked. A few moments later, a little girl answered the door.

All three boys were speechless. They simply stared at the girl in front of them with wide eyes and gaping expressions. Then all of a sudden, they broke into a fit of laughter.

"You look like a girl!" one of the boys said.

The little girl tilted her head to the side, as if she was confused by the young boy's statement. Then she put on her brightest smile and giggled.

"But I am a girl, silly! I'm daddy's little girl!"

The boys laughed even harder. One of them even fell to the ground from laughing too hard.

"Look at you! You sure as heck can't go to the airsoft tournament like that!" cackled one of the boys.

This little girl was dressed in a cute little yellow sundress with orange accents and a little ribbon on the side. She had her hair tied up in pigtails, with a cute little yellow ribbon holding them tight. Her hair was properly groomed, and she was even wearing a little bit of makeup and nail polish. She was the picture of girliness, but for some reason, these boys had a hard time making sense of her appearance. With a soft giggle and a smile, she replied.

"I'm sorry, but daddy says I'm not allowed to play games like that anymore. I'm daddy's little girl, and I always do what daddy says. I don't even like rough, boyish games like that."

At this point, the three boys stopped laughing. At first, they weren't sure whether this was some sort of joke or if she was being punished, but now they were legtimately freaked out by their female friend.

"What's up with you, Sam? You're really acting weird!" one of the boys shouted.

"Excuse me, but my name is Samantha. I don't like to be called Sam." she said, matter-of-factly.

Just then, her father approached from behind her.

"That's right, boys. My little girl Samantha here doesn't like playing those sorts of games that you like to play. They're not appropriate for little girls... isn't that right, Samantha?" he said, placing his hand on her head.

She looked up at her father with a shine in her eyes. "Yes, daddy!" she said, giggling as her father gently pet her head.

The boys just stared at the girl and her father, completely speechless. They didn't even attempt to say anything in reply to the sheer madness of what they were witnessing. They just calmly walked over to their bikes, picked them up and rode off, glancing back at the house a few times along the way.

The door closed and the father and daughter stood inside their home, with all the curtains closed. Samantha looked up at Ryan, with nothing but love and adoration in her eyes.

"It's time to play, my little sweetheart." Ryan said, stroking his daughter's cheek.

She knew what that meant, and without even thinking about it, she pulled aside the straps of her sundress and dropped it to the floor, revealing nothing at all underneath it.

"Yes, daddy!" she said, as she took her father's hand and followed him into his bedroom.

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