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Chapter 1
Knight in
Shining Armor
I never knew my
real dad and from what I had heard that was not necessarily a bad thing.
Mom always told me he was a real bastard but then mom thought all men
were bastards so who is to say what is real.
I guess because we
never did have a man in our lives that when my step dad came into our house I
was drawn to him in a way I really did not understand but at that young age of
10 I didn�t care about reasons I was just glad I could say I had a daddy.
Even though a lot of kids are in single parent homes it still hurts when
the other kids call you names.
He was a lot
younger than mom by about 7 years I guess. That
made him 20 when he married mom and I was 10.
A lot closer to my may age than my real father would be. He
was a handsome guy, at least I thought so. His
name was Greg but I think a Robert or Richard would have been nicer.
Well, he was only 10 years older than me.
Perhaps that is why we got along so good.
I kind of looked at him like a dad but he treated me like a sister.
At least that is how I felt because I never really had any siblings to
compare him to.
The first two
years was kind of rocky as we didn�t know what to call each other.
After time he started helping me with my homework and taking me to school
and attending the meetings and even went to the sports things with me.
Mom was never into that so it was just him and I which was fine with me.
I guess it was
about a year into this that mom came up with something new.
She felt my new dad should help share in the punishment when I was bad.
She said she was tired of always being the bad ass of the house and if he
wanted to be a father then he needed to be a part of it all.
I really think she saw that he was growing closer to me than to her and
that had to really piss her off. I
guess it was partly my fault because I tried to hog his time whenever I could.
The first I
learned of this was when I screwed up and didn�t call home before I stopped at
a girl friend�s house. What was
the big deal it was a Saturday night after all.
When I got home they were both in the living room.
Dad in the chair next to hers. Mom
really seemed pissed but I didn�t know what the big deal was as I had done it
before.
She called me over
to stand in front of her and yelled at me over and over even though I told her
what I had done and was sorry. Then
she suddenly grabbed my arm and threw me over her lap.
�Mom, why is dad
here for this?�
�He is going to
do the spanking�
Then dad told her.
�I will not be a part of this!�
�Well, well,
ruby, it looks like you have a knight in shining armor.
But he won�t stop this but he had better watch or else.�
I never did know
what the or else was but dad did indeed sit there and watch as my mom pulled up
my dress and spanked me until I started crying and screaming for her to stop.
I was so
embarrassed that I ran to my room and didn�t even look at dad but later I
could hear them yelling at each other.
This went on for a
year with me screwing up about once a month and going through the same old
thing. Every time she told him to do
it and every time he said no. And
every time I knew he was trying to get her to stop it.
Then when I turned
12 things changed! It was well after
dark and I hadn�t told mom or dad where I was after school.
I guess it really didn�t matter where but I was at Shannon�s.
She was really the only friend I had.
Well, we were watching porn that her parents had.
They hadn�t gotten home until about dark.
It was about girls our age touching and kissing each other and I think it
was the first time I felt wet down there.
We even talked
about what it would be like to do some of that and even got as far as kissing
each other.
Back to my dilemma
when I got home.
Mom wasn�t
waiting for me in her chair but met me at the door and practically drug me to
the living room where dad was. She
sat in her chair with me in from of her as usual but then all of a sudden her
hands went under my skirt and pulled my panties down.
I guess I was really lucky she didn�t find the wet spot from earlier.
�Stop it Pearl,
She is too old for a spanking and what the hell did you pull her panties down
for?�
�Because maybe a
bare ass spanking will set her straight for a change.
And Greg you are going to do it�
�Pearl, like I
tell you every time I am not going to do it.�
�We�ll see
about that�
With that mom
pulled me over her knees and pulled up my skirt and hit me so hard I thought she
broke something.
�OW, OW, OWWWWW,
WOUAAA!�
�Stop it Pearl!
Just fucking stop it! I�ll
do it�
Mom stood up and
practically threw me on the floor but instead dragged me over to dad and laid me
across his lap.
He sat there and
did nothing.
�Well Greg, get
to it. You�re not going to be her
knight is shining armor now are you?�
�Just, just the
fuck up!�
That was also
something new, I had never heard dad use that word before and now he used it
twice.
Mom reached down
and pull up my skirt and when she did I felt the cool air on my butt and felt as
though dad was staring at it so I closed my legs as tight as I could.
�DO IT� Yelled
mom.
The he started.
Smack, Smack.
And I figured he
wasn�t hitting very hard at all but cupping his hand to make it sound loud...
�HARDER� she
again yelled.
He hit me again
the same way and I started screaming the best I could and even squirming around
on his lap.
Then I couldn�t
believe her as she told us, �I�m going to start supper but I better hear 10
more just like that before you stop.�
Dad kept smacking
me and I kept screaming until 10 more was done.
Don�t get me wrong. It
still hurt like hell but nothing compared to mom.
When he stopped he
ran his hand over my butt and I bet he could feel how hot they had become.
For some reason he hesitated and during that time I thought back to the
last time that he saw he naked. I was in the bathtub and he had brought me a
towel and some clothes to put on for the evening. I believe that was the first
time that I actually felt embarrassed by him seeing me naked. When he walked in
the door I was already standing up in the tub and he got a full frontal view of
me. I felt my cheeks flush from the embarrassment but it did not move to cover
myself up with my hands as I thought it would be immature for some reason since
he had seen me all these months before. From that point on I made a point to
always have what I needed before I went to take my bath or shower. I also began
locking the door. Even though he had just finished spanking me for some reason I
had a different feeling about him with me laying across his lap. For some reason
I relax my legs and they naturally opened just a little. Later that evening I
wondered to myself if he took that opportunity to see how I was developing.
Anyway
he eventually helped me to my feet and when I turned to him I saw tears in his
eyes and running down his cheeks. My
god, my dad was crying for what he had to do to me.
I raised my hands up and with my fingers wiped away his tears.
The last thing I wanted was for mom to see them as she would have liked
to see him cry.
I leaned into him
and threw my arms around him and buried my face on his shoulder.
I turned my head towards his ear and whispered to him.
It was the first time I called him daddy.
It was always dad.
�I will never
make it so you have to do that again. I
swear I will never give her another excuse.
I love you so much daddy. And
you will always be my knight in shining armor. �
I hugged him some
more and kissed him on the lips for the first time.
It was just a little just our lips thing but it was a start.
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