****** Not Just A Dream by Chiana Tigerlily ******
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Not Just A Dream


Sarah's fingers dashed in and out of her young, virgin pussy; she was wet. Very
wet. She'd never done this (whatever this was called) before, but it felt good
and she wished that she'd tried it sooner. It made her feel amazing and she
didn't understand why nobody had ever told her about it. She continued to
thrust her fingers, now sticky with her honey nectar, in and out of her pussy.
She felt muscles in all areas of her body tighten and relax rhythmically; her
breathing became heavy and labored; she could feel a twitching in the bottom of
her stomach, but she had no idea what it was that she felt.

Suddenly she heard footsteps on the stairs; she felt too good to stop, rubbing
with all her might. Looking up in ecstasy she saw her father, stern-faced and
obviously angry.

"Stop that, you dirty slut."

Sarah cringed; she had never heard her daddy use that sort of language before
and it shocked and surprised her. She quickly did as he had demanded and looked
up at him, pleading for forgiveness:

"I'm sorry, Daddy..."

"So you should be," he said as he walked over to the small, red, velvet-covered
chair next to Sarah's dressing table and sat heavily down on it: his weight
making it creak beneath him. "Now get over here, you little bitch."

Sarah got up and walked over to him; embarrassed by her nakedness, she made a
vain attempt to cover her large breasts and pussy.

"Take your hands away, whore. You cover nothing up in front of anyone anymore."

She began to sob uncontrollably and let her arms drop to her sides. He motioned
for her to come closer and she did so, moving slowly towards him; he grabbed
her arm and roughly pulled her to him.

"You're going to be severely punished for what you've just done. Understand?"

"B... b... but... Daddy..."

"Do you understand?" he asked for a second time, his voice more harsh and angry
now. His tone scared Sarah and she immediately nodded in the affirmative: that
yes, she understood.

"Now, little slut, firstly you will be administered a spanking, but worse than
any you've had in your life; your ass will be burning for days after this
episode, you whore. Come and bend over my knee." Sarah hesitated just for a few
seconds; she was scared.

"NOW!" her daddy bellowed at the top of his lungs. Sarah responded instantly
and started to flop herself onto her father's knee; still too slow for his
liking, he roughly shoved his hand into her back making her fall perfectly over
his two broad knees. He caressed the left cheek of her bottom, then the right;
he realized that this would heighten her sexuality somewhat, and this delighted
him.

He spread his fingers and suddenly brought his hand down onto Sarah's ass again
and again. After he got to twenty slaps he decided it was time for his shaking,
sobbing, mess of a daughter to join in.

"Now, slut, you will count every slap I administer. We are already on twenty,
so your next number is twenty-one," with this he slapped her hard.

She did as asked and whispered, "Twenty-one."

"I didn't hear you, you little bitch. Shout it out as loud as you can."

"Twenty-one," she cried out, louder this time, too frightened of more
punishment to whisper again.

"Louder next time."

SMACK!

"TWENTY-TWO!" she screamed out; her father was pleased with her progress: he
had never heard his daughter shout quite that loud before.

The beatings continued until Sarah's father had reached one hundred spanks; she
prayed inwardly that it was all over...

"What is this? You dirty tart! There is dirty pussy juice on my trousers. You
sick little bitch. You get turned on by a spanking from your own father?"

"N...n...no...Daddy... it's... it's... n... not..."

"How dare you disagree with me! You were going to get off relatively lightly
for what I caught you doing: one hundred hand spanks and fifty blows with a
hairbrush, but not anymore. Oh, no, this punishment now has to reflect your
sick perverted little mind. Lie on your back on the bed and wait for me; this
is going to be a long, hard night for both of us, but especially you," he said
as he left the room.

Sarah cringed and shivered at the thought of what her father had in mind for
her.

Why did her mother pick tonight of all nights to go to the cinema with her work
friends? Why did she have to be staying over tonight with her boss?

Her father re-entered at this point and interrupted the string of questions,
which were rushing through her mind. Her thoughts were interrupted even more as
she felt her wrists tied to the headboard of her bed with thick rope; the rope
scratched and hurt her tiny wrists, but, no matter how hard she tried, she
could not get free.

"Stop wriggling, slut."

Sarah, now too scared to disobey her father, responded immediately by lying
still.

Her father laughed: "I see you're beginning to learn, my little slutty baby."

He bent down and brushed his lips across her nipples, and began sucking and
caressing each in turn; Sarah began to moan with arousal. Her father laughed
and evilly "bit" into both the nipples when he applied two large razor sharp
nipple clamps.

"Owwwwwwww... take them off... oooooh," Sarah cried out in pain. Her daddy just
towered above her and grinned.

Next he attempted to reach down into the area, which he had caught her playing
with earlier on; she shut her legs firmly together, refusing to open them.

"Okay, baby, if you want to play like this, that's fine by me," he said as he
roughly wrapped more of the thick, scratchy rope around her ankles and tied
her, spread-eagled, to the bed.

His finger began stroking her clit; she was not far from orgasm, and even the
inexperienced Sarah realized that things were about to feel much nicer, when
her father removed his finger from her clitoris and replaced it with a large
and brutal clamp. Sarah thought that she would pass out from the pain that this
brought her, but she was wrong; her body was being cruel enough to make her
stay awake and feel all of the pains which were sweeping over her.

"Now, honey, you get to decide what happens next. Either you relax and tell
daddy you want him to fuck you; or I go and get my whip, which would be
extremely unpleasant for you. Now, which would you prefer?"

"You to f... f... fuck me, Daddy," she whispered, almost inaudible, but her
father heard - or knew - her response.

"Louder."

"I want you to f... f... fuck me, Daddy."

"Ask more nicely. Beg me, slutty."

"Please fuck me, Daddy. I need it. I'm a slut and I want to feel your cock
inside me."

"Better. Now, let me just remove this clamp," he said as he removed the device
which was biting into her clitoris. She whimpered as the blood flowed back to
the area where the clamp had been. Sarah pushed her breasts forward as best she
could, trying to indicate that she still had two clamps on her nipples; her
father noticed this:

"Oh, no, baby. Sorry, we'll leave them on until it's over. Just a little
reminder of who's," a smile crept across his face, "master."

"Y...yes, daddy."

"Have some respect, bitch. Call me Sir from now on, slut."

"Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir."

Sarah's father was pleased with how fast she was progressing this evening; he
wanted his little baby. He loved her with all his heart: he didn't want to hurt
her tonight, but he didn't want to lose her either.

Sarah's father bent down between her legs and began to circle her clitoris
again; his circles got tinier and tinier as he felt his daughter get nearer and
nearer climax. He brought her close to the edge several before letting her
experience her first climax. She felt wave after wave of pleasure rush over her
whole body, she felt every muscle in her tense and relax, she felt her
breathing grow shallow and almost stop, she felt a dizziness in her head and a
warmth between her legs.

"S... S.. Sir, what was that?" she asked breathlessly. Sarah's father smiled at
his daughter's innocence as he realized that she had never climaxed before.

"That was an orgasm, little one. The first of many in your lifetime with me, I
hope."

"It was a... amazing, Sir."

"I know, my love. Now, what I'm going to do next will feel just as good, but
only if you relax."

"I'll try, Sir."

He slowly placed his index finger inside her wet cunt and pushed it in as far
as he could; then he felt it: her hymen. Sarah was still a virgin; he'd thought
so. Now he was going to be his little girl's first fuck. He couldn't believe
his luck and smiled inwardly.

"Now, darling, this will hurt a little," he warned as he drove his finger past
his little baby's hymen and she cried out in pain as he broke through it. He
let his finger lie still inside her for a moment, rubbing the outside of her
groin with his other hand. Slowly the pain subsided and the tears in Sarah's
eyes stopped flowing.

"Okay, baby?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good girl."

Sarah smiled at her daddy as he stood up and unzipped his jeans, removing his
trousers and underpants to reveal a very large cock. Sarah gasped when she saw
it and her father asked her why she had been so surprised.

"It's so, so big, Sir. It will hurt... When it goes in, it will hurt..."

"No, baby, don't worry. It won't hurt if you relax, and you're nice and wet so
it should slip in nice and easily."

Sarah felt the head of her father's cock at the entrance to her pussy and she
sighed as her father drove it inside of her; he was rubbing her clit at the
same time: he wanted his little girl to feel good. He thrust his cock in and
out of her time and time again; her breath became lighter and more shallow and
her father knew she was close to orgasm. He too was ready to cum and felt his
balls rise, ready to push his sperm inside of his young daughter.

"Okay, baby, orgasm with daddy."

The air was filled with climatic cries of orgasm from both parties; as soon as
their orgasms were over Sarah fell asleep instantly, whilst her father moved
around her bed removing her rope ties, removing the nipple clamps, massaging
cream into all her painful areas, before kissing her goodnight and making his
way to bed.

Next morning, Sarah woke early and, feeling pain all over her body, she
realized that last night's events were not just a dream; she realized that she
was definitely correct in her assumption when her father appeared in the
doorway: in his hands he clutched a leather collar...

Sarah smiled, she was going to enjoy this...

***

This story was written by Chiana Tigerlily; any positive/constructive comments
to the author at:

Cornish.Cowgirl@btinternet.com

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