Chapter 1

Amber sat down at her father's computer as her's was in the shop after a virus infected the hard drive. She had to finish a school report and couldn't wait the week or so she'd be with out a computer. She found that a floppy disc was already in the slot and clicked on it to see what it was. The floppy had several stories on it entitled 'Phil and Amber the Series'. Amber thought that her daddy must have been documenting their life together. Curious she clicked on the first story entitled 'Medical Exam'. What she read was totally unexpected. It started:

Amber Lynn is a shy twelve-year-old girl, far to shy for her own good. She is self conscious of her developing body. Widening hips and prominent breasts make the girl a delectable little morsel.

Amber thought, "Why did daddy write that? I don't have breasts yet and I'm not all that great in the looks department, and I'm not shy."

Her father Phil was exasperated about her shyness. He wanted to go to a nudists camp for a week but Amber freaked out. When she went to the beach or to a friends pool she'd wear a one-piece swimsuit that had a skirt. When she wasn't in the water she draped herself in a beach towel. In 95 degree

Weather she'd wear a long sleeve blouse and blue jeans.

Amber thought "I wear a bikini that daddy says doesn't cover enough. He drew the line at a thong bikini. A nudist camp would be fun if everyone else were naked.

Last night was the straw that broke the camels back. Whenever Amber went into the bathroom she'd lock the door. Phil didn't mind that except when she took a bath or shower. He told her not to lock the door incase she had an accident like slipping in the tub. Last night he was leaving the bathroom when she came in. She closed the door and Phil heard the click as she locked the door. A few seconds later he heard the shower and the curtain sliding along the rod.

Phil went down stairs to his den and called a friend of his, Dr. Ben Dover. The good Doctor ran an urgent care center that has the appearance of an emergency room. It closed early on Friday evenings at 7:00 pm. This is where Dr. Ben Dover made some extra money and had a lot of fun; he'd rent the center to those who had the fetish for humiliating medical exams. The staff was made up of fellow enthusiast who enjoyed giving the degrading examinations. Phil had helped out on occasions as a male nurse or orderly.

Dr. Ben Dover never had a child in for an exam before and was thrilled to have Amber in for an 'examination'. They decided that Friday night at 7:30pm Amber would be cured of her shyness. Amber was getting nervous reading about her daddy and this stylized version of herself.

In the morning at breakfast Phil told Amber not to schedule anything for tomorrow night as she had a doctors appointment for a checkup and booster shots for immunization.

"I thought I was finished with my shots?" Amber said.

"Never mind just do as you're told, okay?"

"Yes sir. How should I dress?"

"You can wear your sweat suit if you want."

On Friday evening Amber and Phil had a light dinner with the promise of more after the exam. They were right on time as they checked in and took a seat in the waiting room. Amber looked around and saw three women reading magazines. A nurse walked in and approached one of the ladies.

"Mrs. Johnson, the doctor wants a urine sample." She handed the lady a specimen jar. The lady stood up and took the jar. She looked around and asked, "Where is the washroom?"

" They're all occupied so do it here." Said the nurse. The woman looked aghast, Amber was horrified.

"Come on, we're busy." Urged the nurse.

The lady pulled her pants down to her knees and closed her eyes as she pulled down her panties.

"I'll help you." said the nurse as she put the specimen bottle between the ladies legs and up against her pussy.

Pussy? Daddy never talks like that.

Grunting, the lady was able to release a small stream of pee. Once she was done the nurse pulled the bottle away, put it in her other hand and wiped her hand on the ladies blouse.

Amber poked her father and whispered "Daddy. Did you see that?"

"Don't be rude dear." Said her father.

As the nurse walked back a nude lady was led to one of the available seats.

"We have to wait about twenty minutes for the medicine to take effect. I'll be back then to finish the exam." a different nurse told the nude lady.

The nurse who took the urine sample came in to the waiting room and announced. "Amber! You're next."

Phil stood up and motioned for Amber to get up. She shook her head; she didn't want to go with the nurse. Phil reached down and took her hand and forcefully dragged her to the examination area. The nurse led them down the hall where there was a weight machine and next to it was a gynecological examination chair.

"Okay Amber, take off your clothes." Ordered the nurse.

"NO! I WON'T!" cried Amber as tears started to roll down her cheek. She never had to take off her clothes to be weighed.

"Look kid this is a doctors office. You don't have anything we haven't seen before."

"NO!"

"Oh for Pete's sake." Said Phil and grabbed her wrists and held them up over her head.

The nurse lifted the sweatshirt over Amber's head revealing a tee shirt. The nurse lifted the tee shirt then the bra. Amber's ample breast flopped and jiggled.

"Flopped and jiggled?" Thought Amber "My boobs are so flat they look like two BB's on an ironing board! They wouldn't jiggle in an earth quake."

"NO! STOP! LET ME GO!" Demanded Amber. You tell em girl.

The nurse went to the utility cart and opened a drawer. She withdrew a small penis gag. She pushed it none to gently into Amber's mouth and ran the roller-strap through the lock. Penis gag? What the heck is that?

With a click the gag was tightly fitted to Amber's head. Amber now stood nude to the waist. Phil took her by the waist and flipped her upside down. The Nurse pulled the sweat pants off. Amber, true to her modesty was wearing shorts. They along with Amber's white cotton panties were pulled off. Next she lost her gym shoes. Phil placed her on the weight scale. Amber blushed red as she tried to hide her breasts and pubic mound.

"White cotton panties? I haven't worn cotton panties since I was ten."

Amber was gesturing for a gown. The nurse said.

"Sorry dear, the delivery truck didn't come and we've run out of paper gowns, rubber gloves, paper slippers and a bunch of other stuff. Now stand up straight so I can measure you."

Amber stopped fidgeting and stood straight but still had a hand over her pussy and an arm over tits.

Pussy? Tits? Daddy would wash out Marks mouth if he talked like that.

"Put your hands at your sides." instructed the nurse.

Amber stood defiantly still covering herself.

SMACK! The nurse slapped Amber's ass. "I said put your hands at your sides."

Amber's eyes were wide as she slowly lowered her arms. All the while Doctors, nurses, patients and an assortment of other people were walking past the naked gagged little girl, tears started rolling down her cheeks.

The nurse entered Amber's height and weight on a form.

"Okay now get up on the chair." said the nurse indicating the gynecology chair next to the scale.

Amber slowly climbed onto the chair. The nurse took a hold of Amber's wrist and pulled it over her head. She reached behind the chair and took a strap and attached Amber's wrist to the strap. Phil took Amber's other hand and attached it to another strap. Amber was moving her head back and forth looking at the nurse and her father. All the while trying to say something but only managing a muffled "Mmmpphhh, oomph, iigghhhpp.

"You've only yourself to blame. If you had co-operated you wouldn't have to be restrained." said Phil as the nurse buckled a strap across Amber's chest just below her breasts.

Phil and the nurse then strapped Amber's legs to the leg rests and stirrups. The leg rests were then spread as far apart as Amber's pelvis would allow.

"She has pubic hair I see. You know it is hygienic to shave it off. Would you like to have it removed?" Asked the nurse.

Pubic hair? I'm still as bald as a bowling ball. Amber was shaking her head no; Phil said, "Sure, go ahead."

The nurse left and a few moments later a male orderly came with a basin of hot water, soap and a razor. He sat on a stool and positioned himself between Amber's legs. He took a small towel from the water, squeezed out the excess water and placed it on Amber's pussy.

Again with the pussy.

The warmth of the towel started a warm feeling though Amber. She never looked at the orderly as he lathered soap on the pubic hair. She looked around and saw a naked lady with her hands tied behind her, walking behind a nurse. She saw another lady on a gurney. She was on her knees leaning forward as she was getting an enema.

Amber was experiencing feelings she had never felt before. I can understand that.

She had never masturbated although the girls at school said it was great she thought it was nasty. The orderly knew what he was doing. He expertly removed her pussy hair and with each stroke lightly ran a finger up her slit. Amber closed her eyes and trembled as a warm feeling grew in her.

The orderly wiped the remaining soap away from Amber's pubic mound and her vulva.

"I have to make sure there is no soap left." The orderly said.

"How do you make sure?" asked Phil.

"Simple, I'll taste her." With that the orderly started to lick Amber's slit. He moved to her clit. Amber's little body shook as an orgasm started to rise through her.

The orderly stopped licking and pronounced her 'clean'.

Amber jerked in her bonds. She didn't want him stop. She wanted more of that glorious feeling. "Yeah, that wonderful feeling. Does daddy know at my slumber party I learned about that feeling? Me and seven other girls were downstairs in the rec room. Kelly was showing us how to masturbate. I had asked daddy for some snacks and drinks. At the top of the stairs he called down that he had the snacks. He waited about ten seconds and then came down the stairs with armloads of pop and snacks. When he got down the stairs I saw him sniff the air. I know the air was thick with the smell of women's musk. He smiled and put the snacks on the table. He wished us a good night and left. He never came back like Melody's dad. At her slumber party. Melody's dad showed up unexpectedly trying to catch us in some stage of undress. Daddy respects my friends and me. Not like the daddy in this story.

The orderly left and Dr. Ben Dover came over and greeted Phil. He looked at the gagged and bound Amber.

"Been giving you problems?" he asked.

"Not anymore." Phil replied.

"Well let's get started." with that Dr. Dover started to poke and probe, actually he groped more then he poked. After five minutes he pulled the stool between her legs and produced a speculum. He gently inserted it and spread opened her vagina.

"We're going to test her to see if she has normal feelings."

He then took out of his pocket a small vibrator. He turn it on and put it in Amber's genital canal. It rattled against the speculum causing waves of pleasurable feelings to flow through Amber. Dr. Ben then took out from another pocket a finger vibrator. That's a small vibrator that fits on a finger. The flat side can be fitted with a variety of attachments. He started to massage Amber's clit with the knobby attachment. Soon Amber was bucking and pulling on her bonds, all involuntarily. She arched her back and gave a high-pitched groan.

Oh wow!

"Yep. She's normal. Look at how much love juice is running down out her pussy." Proclaimed the good doctor as he removed the vibrator and speculum. The doctor said:

"I have to give her a rectal exam but we are out of rubber gloves. I'm going to order an enema for her so she'll be clean for my naked finger."

Amber again started shaking her head in protest as tears ran freely. The doctor left and soon a nurse showed up with a rubber bag and a long tube ending with a nozzle. The nurse tilted the back of the examination chair so that Amber laid flat on her back with her legs and feet up and spread wide. The nurse took a tube of anal lubricant and applied a glob to her finger. She put that greased finger on Amber's brown rosebud and slowly, gently worked its way in to the anal cavity. Amber again jerked in her bonds and cried out a muffled scream. Gee I liked it when Bobby spit on his finger and worked it into my butt.

"Eh.sir we have a problem that you'll have to help us with." Said the nurse as her finger twisted and turn inside Amber.

"What's the problem?" Phil asked as if he didn't know.

The nurse pulled her finger out and then inserted the nozzle easily despite Amber's effort to stop her. "We don't have a butt plug small enough for your daughter. We need something to plug her or else she'll leak all over the floor."

"So how can I help?"

The nurse released the warm enema solution into Amber's bowels. " You can plug her with your thumb."

Amber's belly was swelling with the solution and she was feeling very uncomfortable. After a few minutes the nurse asked Phil if he was ready. She withdrew the nozzle and Phil pushed his thumb passed Amber's sphincter. He then cupped her pussy. He started to swirl her clit with his forefinger.

Amber froze at the last sentence and just stared at it for several minutes. She couldn't believe what she just read.

"How long do I have to keep her plugged?" he asked.

"About fifteen minutes."

Phil expertly manipulated Amber's clit, if she approached her climax too soon he'd stop and pinch so as to distract her and bring her down a little. Then he'd slowly start up again and so would Amber.

"Three minutes sir." said the nurse as she approached with a bucket.

Phil brought his daughter to her second explosive orgasm in less than ½ hour. She convulsed and pulled on the bindings. Once she relaxed Phil pulled his thumb out of her poop chute.

The nurse cleaned the dazed girl as Dr. Ben Dover stood waiting. When the nurse walked away the Doctor inserted his forefinger into Amber's anus and wiggled it around.

"She's fine." Dr. Ben Dover announced. "Okay Amber, I'm going to give you your shots and then you can go home. I have to explain that these booster shots are a thick solution and we have to increase the circulation in your butt cheeks. We'll do that by spanking you. I want you to know that we're not angry with or that you haven't done anything wrong it's just what we have to do. Once we've injected the boosters we have to spread it around which can only be done with another spanking."

Amber started to cry again as the nurse and her father released her from her bonds, flipped her on her tummy and rebound her. The nurse started to pat Amber's plump hinny. She patted all over those delectable globes. After one circuit the nurse patted harder. After the fourth round she was spanking hard till Amber's butt was a dark pink. She then took a syringe that was filled with a saline solution [that's salt water so it would give a burning sensation]. She pushed the long needle into Amber's left butt cheek and pushed the plunger slowly. Amber gave a muffled scream and pulled on the straps. When the syringe was empty the nurse pulled it out and wiped away the blood with and alcohol swab. The nurse did it all over again to Amber's right butt cheek. She then spanked one cheek and then the other. She did this over and over for about twenty spanks.

Why did daddy have them do that? That was just mean. She, me, is there to get over being so shy.

Amber was allowed to regain her composure before she was unbound and the gag removed. She got off the examination chair and winched when her butt came in contact with the chair. The nurse held out Amber's gym shoes and socks and said:

"I'm sorry sweetheart but it seems that we lost your other clothes. These were all we could find.

Why am I not surprised?

Amber looked up into her father's eyes and saw a twinkle; she knew what she had to do.

They were walking to their car, which was parked on the far side of the lot, and as they walked Amber covered her breasts with one hand and her pussy with the other hand. Phil hoped that Amber would use tonight as a reference point for her modesty.

"Honey. I want to discuss our vacation. How does two weeks at a nudist camp sound?"

The End

Amber, the one reading the story, could not believe that her loving father wrote such disgusting tripe. Was this what he wanted to do to her? She went back to the index page and saw the list of other stories. She saw the titles, Trouble Sleeping, Display, April Fools Day, Grounded and Bad Grades, The Cure and The Birthday Present. When she saw Bad Grades she remembered why she was there in the first place. She started her homework but was so distracted the paper would earn only a 'C'.

Chapte 2

That night Amber's sleep was filled with dreams of her father and her at the mall, him fully dressed, her naked and spanked often. She would wake up and wonder about the dream and if her father really wanted to do to her what he was doing to the other her in his stories and dreams?

She could not fathom the difference between the man she knew as daddy and the monster that was represented in the stories he wrote. The daddy she knew worked at a job that paid extremely well but he hated it. He sold group health insurance to companies. He'd see no more than two clients a day. That way he was always there for her. He was there when she got home from school. He was at every recital, school plays, games etc and loved every one of them. He did most of the cooking and cleaning. Last mother's day when she was able to get him alone away from her mother and brother, she gave her daddy a Mother's Day card. He almost cried.

The pervert in his stories enjoys inflicting pain and humiliation on the girl that represents her. Maybe that story was an aberration. There were several other stories that she hadn't read yet. That thought cheered her up. The next chance she got she'd read the rest of the stories and then she'd know..know what? He wrote 'The medical Exam' and that was sick.

At breakfast Phil was concerned about Amber's appearance. She looked tired and haggard. When asked what she wanted for breakfast she jumped as if startled. She only wanted orange juice and then left. The next thing he knew Amber was waiting at the bus stop even though it wouldn't be there for another twenty minutes. He attributed the incident to her entering puberty and all the changes it wrought. This depressed him; he would lose the love of his life due to her growing up.

Amber spent the day at school in a self-absorbed cloud. She lost count at how many times a teacher had to shout at her to get her attention. Her friends tried to engage her in some type of dialog but she'd only say "Huh?" and go back to her thoughts.

When she got off the bus, she looked at the house and forced herself to walk up the stairs and through the door. Where normally she'd walk into the kitchen and daddy would have a tasty snack waiting for her. He would smile broadly when he saw her and she'd smile back. They'd talk about her day while she ate. Today she went to her room, sat on her bed and stared out into space.

"Honey. Are you all right?" Her father had come to her room and saw her sitting.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm fine."

"Your snack is in the kitchen."

"I'm not hungry." she snapped.

Phil took a step into Amber's room and she leaned back as if trying to get away from him. Phil noticed her movement and froze.

"Okay Hun." he said and backed out of the room.

"I need to use your computer if that's okay with you." said Amber.

"Sure go ahead."

"Eh can your please leave me alone while I'm using it?"

"Okay." Phil wondered what he could have done for her to back away from him and to ask to be left alone. She had never done those things before.

Amber went to the den and rummaged around until she found the floppy disc she was looking for. She put it into the slot and chose the following story:

Trouble Sleeping

It was ten thirty at night and Phil walked by Amber's room. He saw her turning over and sighing.

"Baby?" He softly said. If she was sleeping he didn't want to wake her.

"Yes Sir."

"Are you having trouble getting to sleep?"

"Yes sir."

"It was properly that Cola that I suggested you not have. You can't handle caffeine. You want me to help you get to sleep."

"Eh.No. I'll be okay."

"You have school tomorrow and two quizzes. I tell you what. I'll ease you into it and then I'll give you that warm good feeling."

"Okay." She said as she got out from under the covers and stood up.

Phil sat on the side of the bed and guided Amber over his lap. He lifted the hem of her nightgown and noticed she wasn't wearing panties. He thought, "Well the cure worked." Yeah there's a story entitled 'The Cure' I'll read that next. Phil started to pat Amber's rounded butt cheeks. He stayed away from her thighs. After all this wasn't punishment. Rounded butt cheeks? My friends kid me cause I have the flattest butt in school.

Phil built up the speed and started to hit in earnest. Amber was wiggling and kicking her legs but no sounds escaped her lips or tears from her eyes.

"Come on Honey, let it out, don't hold it in."

Amber let loose with a long "Owwww!" And then started crying.

After about five minutes of spanking Amber stopped struggling. Phil stopped spanking; he knew that at this point she was emotionally exhausted. He then reached between her legs and found her little clitty and started to swirl his finger. He inserted his thumb into her warm and now wet pussy and moved it around. Soon her breathing became ragged and her little body was shaking as she groaned. He does know how to do it.

She was riding the orgasmic roller coaster to a climax. The pain in her bottom intersected with the joy in her pussy making the ride so much more intense. I wonder if that's true?

Soon Amber's ride exploded into color popping fireworks as each nerve in her body tingled. Wave after wave of ecstatic pleasure washed over Amber. How does he know that? I thought that was a secret we girls kept from the boys.

Phil stopped massaging Amber and stuck two fingers into her love channel. He withdrew them and put them under his nose and inhaled deeply. Then he put his fingers in his mouth and licked his daughter's love juice. Oh Yuck!

Phil sat Amber on his lap and rocked back and forth as he was cooing sweet nothings in her ear.

"You ready to sleep now?" he asked.

Amber nodded and Phil tucked her in, kissed her on the forehead and walked out. Amber thought of what excuse she could use next time.

The end

Amber tried to compare her daddy to the story daddy. When she can't sleep he makes her a cup of chamomile tea and sings lullabies. That normally worked but she wondered about this different technique.

"Hey sis, how long you going to be on the computer? I need it too." her brother Mark intruded on her contemplation.

"Eh, one more minute, okay?"

"Yeah just hurry up."

Amber quickly took a blank floppy disk and copied her father's stories. She replaced the original and called to her brother that she was finished.

Chapter 3: The Cure, Part A

Phil sat in the den with a drink in his hand. He didn't drink often and this time he chose 100 proof Wild Turkey. He intended to tie one on. His son Mark had come in and asked about dinner. Phil handed him twenty dollars and told him to order a pizza.

Phil spent the day trying to remember what he could have done to offend Amber. She was avoiding him and refused to talk to him about what he had done. This was far beyond puberty. Normally after she did her homework she'd be downstairs on the phone or watching TV with him. Now she had sequestered herself to her room with her now repaired computer.

Amber was done with her homework and now started to read the story 'The Cure'.

Amber awoke wondering why her father hadn't come to wake her up. She put on her robe and slippers and looked at the clock, it read 9:45. That was pretty late, normally daddy had breakfast waiting for her at 7:00. She walked to the kitchen just as he walked in from outside, he was carrying a few packages.

"Make yourself a bowl of cereal. We have to get ready to go." he said.

"Where are we going?"

"Never mind, just eat."

Phil walked out of the kitchen to his room. A few minutes later he came back as Amber was in the middle of her breakfast. He sat down with a cup of coffee. Amber finished and put the bowl in the sink.

"Honey, on my bed is a nice dress and other things for you to wear. Please go put them on."

Amber went to her father's room and saw a yellow backless sundress with cornflowers and a pair of yellow bikini panties. On the floor was a pair of sport sandals. She noticed that there was no bra. She thought that a gust of wind would blow the dress up over her head. She blushed as she put on the dress. He bought me that dress two months ago.

Amber walked into the kitchen as Phil finished locking up the house. He took her by the hand and led her out the backdoor. Outside she saw parked in the driveway a camper van.

"Where did you get that?" she asked.

"I rented it for our trip."

"Where are we going? Don't I need to pack?"

"I've packed everything we'll need."

They were in the van when She asked, "Where are we going?"

"For your summer vacation, we are going for two weeks to the Sunshine Nudist Camp."

"NOOOOO!!!" Amber screamed. She scrambled looking for the door handle. Had Phil buckled his seat belt he wouldn't have been able to grab her wrist and drag her to the back of the van. He straddled her back and rummaged for the coils of clothesline he had packed. He tied her wrists together behind her back. He got off her and flipped her dress over her head. Taking a length of the rope he started whipping his defiant daughter.

Whap! " Owww!" A red loop appeared on Amber's thighs. Whap! "Owww!" Whap! Ouch! Whap! Smack! Thwack! Whap! I wonder how much that would really hurt?

Phil then tied Ambers ankles together and attached them to her wrists, she was hogtied. He left her on the floor of the van sobbing.

Three hours later Phil pulled into the Sunshine nudist camp. After pulling into his assigned space he untied Amber and undressed her. She sat on the floor unwilling to move.

Phil undressed. Amber watched. She had never seen her father naked before.

"Stand up." Phil ordered.

Amber slowly stood up. Phil took a bottle of sun block and squirted a glob on Amber's shoulders and rubbed it in. Soon he had to apply the sun block to her chest. He spent an inordinate time rubbing those golden orbs. Hmm, so he likes tits.

He spent as much time on her mound of Venus and between her legs. She got wet. When Phil finished he handed her the bottle and said, "Now do me." I saw that coming.

Amber rubbed the greasy lotion all over his body but froze when she came to his scrotum.

"Come on. You don't want it to get sunburned, do you?"

Amber gingerly scooped Phil's balls and squirted the lotion on his prick. Her small hand worked the lotion in and to her astonishment his 'thingy' grew. She gasped at it stood straight up.

"What Happened! Did I hurt you?" She asked in a panic.

"No honey, it's alright. You just made it go erect. Something you'll be doing to a lot of guys."

When they were done with each other Phil started to unpack.

"Come on outside while I set up the van." Phil said.

Amber didn't want to leave the van.

"Do you want another whipping?"

Amber shook her head.

"Then get out of there now!"

Amber slowly left the van and stood nude in the sun for the first time in her life.

Almost immediately four kids came up and asked if they could help. Amber covered her breasts with one arm and her crotch with the other.

"This must be her first time." Said the eldest boy.

"Yep. And she's terribly shy to begin with." Said Phil.

"She'll get over it and have a lot of fun. That is if she'll just relax."

"Come on, let's go swimming in the lake." The boy said as he took Amber's hand.

"Go on Honey. Just be back in about an hour for lunch."

Phil smiled as Amber was led away to start on her new journey in life.

Chapter 4: The Cure, Part B

Amber stopped reading at that part and tried to reflect on her father's story. The first story 'The Exam' showed him to be if not a pervert then strict and extreme. With 'Trouble Sleeping' he was helpful in a sick way. In 'The Cure' she can see that the story/ Amber needed a firm hand to get past her shyness. It was always story/ Amber's option to do as she was told or suffer the consequences. Amber resumed reading the story.

Phil sat patiently waiting for Amber who was one hour and 10 minutes late. He was hungry and hadn't started the grill. Amber came rambling in while holding the hand of the boy who earlier had taken her swimming. Phil smiled seeing his daughter making friends and getting over her nudity. He decided that now was not the time to chastise her but would remind her about watching her time. How can she do that without a watch?

The boy's name was Bob and the three of them went to the camp's restaurant/bar/play room/grocery and general store. Phil ordered burgers for the three of them. After they ate Bob asked Amber if she'd like to shoot some pool. Amber had never played before so Bob said he'd teach her. The pool tables were in the bar area and kids had to be accompanied by an adult.

Phil sat at the bar as Amber leaned over the pool table and spread her legs to reach the cue ball. Amber was not aware that she was giving her father and a few other patrons a most delectable view of her feminine gender. There were a few other girls and women shooting pool and none of them seemed to mind giving a show. How can they help but give a show. Hmm must be fun to tease the guys like that.

After 90 minutes of viewing the ladies Phil's erection finally subsided, much to his relief. I bet.

Bob had to leave and get back to his family. Phil and Amber left walking back to their campsite.

"Are you having fun?" Phil asked.

"Yeah!"

"So do you now notice that everyone is naked?"

"Umm. I noticed that no one has anything better than some one else. While everyone is different, we're all the same."

Phil stopped in his tracks, faced his daughter and gave her a big hug.

"If its okay with you, can I go to bonfire tonight?"

"Sure, but I do want you back by 11:30."

"Thanks daddy."

After dinner Phil was amused to watch Amber as she anxiously waited for Bob to pick her up for the bonfire. While Amber was looking towards a clump of campers hoping to catch sight of Bob, Phil went to the camper and retrieved Amber's acoustic guitar.

"Here Honey, this will assure you being a success."

Amber slowly took the guitar by its neck and said; "I'm not good enough to play for people." Daddy and I play for family and friends all the time. Mom is the one that can sing. Mark has all the talent of a garden gnome. "Yes you are, your just haven't. Now here comes Bob, you play for them and they'll all love it."

Amber turned and saw Bob.

"Hey do you play? I play the drums but I couldn't bring them. But I do have my sticks. Jimmy brought his harmonica, we ought to be able to make some music."

The two hurried away while the sun was still high in the sky. Phil walked around and introduced himself to several of the near by campers. He asked if they thought if an 11:30 curfew was to early for a twelve-year-old girl. They all agreed that that was late enough. Nudist camps generally are strict about leaving kids alone for any length of time, especially at night. I can understand that.

Soon a cacophony of sound was heard from where the kids had gathered. Disjointed music and voices singing off key filled the air. The kids were having fun. When kids have fun they lose all track of time and memories of promises made to parents. The bonfire turn to embers and the cacophony of sound turned to silence. The only sound the adults heard were the creatures of the night.

At midnight Phil took his binoculars and went looking for his overdue daughter. The night's moon was bright and Phil sighted Amber and Bob behind a tree. Bob had Amber in a lip lock while his hand cupped Amber's crotch. Phil couldn't see what that hand was doing but he could guess. Phil didn't want to embarrass her with her new friends. However shedding her shyness didn't mean that she was allowed total freedom with the opposite sex, especially when nude. Phil just called,

"Amber! Amber! Time to come home. Amber!"

Amber slid out from Bob's hug, gave him a quick kiss and ran to her campsite. She saw her father's back as he too walked back to camp. She also saw the binoculars, she decided she better not lie to daddy since she didn't know how much he saw.

As they approached their camper they heard names being called out, mostly girls names. When they got to the camper Amber started to go inside when her father had her sit in a chair.

"Alright missy. This is the second time in one day you ignored me. What were you and Bob doing all by yourselves?"

"We were kissing."

"And."

"Hugging"

"And."

Amber paused, took a deep breath and said, "Felt each other."

"Uh ha, how was he?"

"Rough, he hurt me."

Phil tenderly took her head in his hands and tilted it up to look her in the eye and said " Sweetheart you told me the truth and for that I am not going to whip you and leave marks for your friends to see tomorrow. I am going to spank you for being late and for letting boys touch you. You're to young to allow that and as you can see, he doesn't know what he's doing."

Phil picked up a coil of the soft rope clothesline and tied her hands together.

"We'll go deeper into the woods so no one will hear you get spanked. Or her screams I bet.

Phil picked up the rope, a flashlight and a light paddle that Amber had never seen before. Off they went down a path leading away from the campers. In the air was the sound of children being spanked. Loud smacks and cries drowned out the night creatures.

They reached a small clearing and Phil pulled Amber towards a tree with a stout branch about six feet off the ground. He threw the rope over the branch and tied it off leaving Amber standing on the balls of her feet. Without a word he started swinging the lightweight Paddle.

Pop! Amber arched her back and gasped. The paddle stung and the pain shot from her bottom up her spine to her mouth were she yelled,

"Owwwwww!"

Pop! Smack! Whap! Whap! Pop! Pop! Smack! Smack! Pop!

Amber cried and copious tears ran down her cheeks. Her round butt cheeks turned red. Phil held her as her tears wet his chest. An unwanted erection sprang up and rested between Amber's legs. Phil stepped away and untied the rope from the tree but left Amber's wrists bound. He led her back to the camper.

This was their first night at the nudists resort and Phil hadn't told Amber that there was only one bed. He lay next to her as she lay on her stomach. Her bound wrists above her head she lay there unable to sleep due to the pain inflicted upon her.

After several minutes of listening to her father's deep breathing, Amber rolled over and brought her hands down to her pussy and started to finger herself. Phil felt her turn over and felt the light bed start to shake. Taking her hand in his he said,

"Let me do it, it's always better when someone else does it for you."

He spread her legs and moved down so he could lick her to climax. Wow Dadddddy! This was new to Amber, the heat and pain from the spanking had all her nerves a tingle and now a talented tongue was licking her clit. She reached a fantastic orgasm in near record time. I bet she did. Eh I did? "Mmmmmm..Ahhhhh.. Grrrommm."

Phil smiled as Amber lay enjoying the afterglow of her climax.

"Honey I did that because you took your spanking so well. You knew you did wrong and you accepted your punishment. That was your reward. From now on if you want or need it just ask me. I'll always be happy to help you. I'm sure you are. Phil let Amber sleep in as she did have an exhausting day. He went to the store and got some fresh baked cinnamon buns and a gift that should help her avoid the problems she incurred yesterday.

Amber woke up at 10:30. She found the ropes were gone and her butt didn't hurt any more. She woke up smiling. She walked outside where her father had set up a table with an umbrella for shade. She saw the cinnamon buns and squealed her delight. As she was eating her father said,

"You were late twice yesterday. I hope what I've got will help with that problem."

Amber froze expecting another spanking. Instead Phil handed her a small box. Inside was a ladies sport watch with a luminescent dial.

"Thanks daddy, for everything."

The rest of their vacation went by with little incident. Amber had turned a nice shade of brown from the deep tan all over her body. She made friends and went from a shrinking violet to star. The resort did wonders for her self-esteem. The only odd thing was that Phil at bedtime would tie her up. Never so uncomfortable that she couldn't sleep. Amber didn't mind since after she was tied daddy would lick her pussy till she came. There were a few nights that he licked and licked and licked till she nearly blacked out. Gawd that sounds great. Sick but great. On the way home Amber expressed her discomfort of wearing all the clothes, which was the sundress and panties she wore to the resort.

For the rest of the summer Phil enrolled Amber in the park districts dance classes and acting class. The End That was the end of the cure. Amber understood the why of the story but not the reason for the story. She was already an out going and friendly kid so why was daddy writing stories where he 'licked her to climax'. He never even said a dirty word around her. Amber went to bed more confused then before.

Chapter 5

Phil looked out the kitchen window as he waited for Amber. It was 4:00 and she was over an hour late coming home from school. She never forgot to call before. If she were acting normal he'd be worried. Lately she was acting down right hostile towards him. He still couldn't figure out what he had done to deserve the cold shoulder from her. He went to his den and poured himself another drink.

Amber sat on Melody's bed and explained her problem. Melody was one of those rare friends who knew how to keep a secret. It was 3:30 and Melody's parents wouldn't be home for another three hours. Amber popped the floppy disc into Melody's computer and showed her the stories she'd read. Melody read the stories with as much interest as Amber had.

"Wow! Your story father loves you as much as your real father does." Melody said.

"I know. It's just that he's making her do stuff to become what I already am. Why?"

"Maybe he's writing from the perspective of what if he hadn't raised you right in the first place. Can you remember anything that you and he did that made you what you are today?"

Amber thought for a minute and then brightened up and explained,

"When I was six years old, I went to Mom and Dad's bedroom and told them that there was a monster under my bed. Dad jumped up and said; What! Again. Haven't they learned by now?" He got a baseball bat from the closet and told me to wait with Mom. I asked her what daddy was going to do? She said, "Get rid of the monsters of course." I heard yelling and thumping and growls and all sorts of noise. He then called out "Okay the monsters gone." My brother came up and asked what was going on. Mom told him dad was getting rid of monsters.

Mark laughed and said, "Yeah he's good at that."

Dad came out of my room, which was now a mess and he asked Mom if there was any more 'Monster be gone spray." She said there was one more can left and went to her closet and came back with this spray can. The picture on it was a little boy spraying a monster that was running away. She gave me the can and showed me how to use it. One little sprits in the closet, a little under the bed and a little wherever a monster can hide, would keep the monsters away. I asked if it really works and Dad said, "Just ask your brother." For four years I sprayed that stuff every night before going to bed. I never had problems with monsters again. I know that it was just air freshener with a label he made up."

"Can't you see what he did? He didn't chase away any monsters."

"I know there weren't any. He just figured out away for me not to bother them at night."

"You are wrong. He empowered you to defeat your problems. As long as I've known you, you've never been afraid of anything. All of your friends love the guy. Whenever we're with him he makes us feel special. You can't see it cause you always there getting all of his love. When I come over, you and him are playing cards or some board game or sitting together watching TV. In one day he spends more time with you than my father spends with me in a month. He plays little jokes on us but he's never mean, nasty or suggestive. When we play a joke on him he always laughs."

"Did I tell you what he did three weeks ago?'

"No, what?"

"I get home from school and he's standing there waiting for me. He has this look on his face like he's supposed to be mad but there's a little bit of a smile and a twinkle in his eye. Any way, he takes me by the hand and leads me to a chair. He sits down and pulls me across his lap. You know that he's never spanked me but here I was about to get a walloping. I didn't know what I had done to deserve this. He starts to pat my butt very lightly and starts with the lecture.

"I send you to the most expensive Catholic boarding school in the country. What do you do the first day? At the end of lunch period, you flush a cherry bomb down the toilet. Nine girls and two nuns got splashed with poop and pee. Where did you get a cherry bomb?"

Now I knew that he was playing and I was giggling while he gently patted my butt.

"Since it was your first day the sisters assigned you to kitchen duty. You were to make the sisters dinner dessert. You made chocolate pudding, loaded with Exlax! They had to fumigate the convent! Where did you get all the laxative?"

I was laughing pretty hard now but he kept going.

"That did it. They kicked you out the first day. I couldn't come and get you for a day so you were grounded to you room until I could get there. Did you stay in your room? NO! You snuck into the convent and filled all the shampoo bottles with some depilatory. This morning there are twelve bald headed nuns. How do you expect them to wear their wimples? You expect them to staple them to their skulls? Do you know what they have to do to keep them in place? They have to use scotch tape. Where did you get all the Nair?"

I was laughing so hard I rolled off his lap onto the floor. He got down next to me and said:

"I'm not done with you yet young lady."

I played along and said "Oh please sir, hee hee hee, please have mercy."

"I'm afraid I have to do one more thing."

"Oh sir what would that be? Hahaha."

"I have to give you a..." He left my shirt "Zerbert" He put his face on my tummy and blew. Bllaaapppp. I squealed with laughter. When I stopped laughing he was looking at me with a big smile and said "Come on I have a special treat for you in the kitchen."

Melody looked at her friend and said, "He really loves you."

Amber stopped smiling and asked "Then way does he write those stories?"

"It's what they call a safety valve. It's an outlet for him. My father plays golf and drinks with his buddies; Mom and I rarely see him. What would happen if he weren't allowed to go out? He'd stay home and drink and that could be dangerous. You know he's something of a pervert."

"Yeah, somehow or another he always bumps into me when I'm here."

"He likes to walk in on me when I'm taking a bath. Since we're telling secrets, when I read the story 'Trouble Sleeping' you asked how can a spanking help you sleep. I'll tell you. A spanking exhausts you physically and emotionally. You release your stress. Too, every nerve in your body is stimulated, so when you combined that with sex your whole body is involved. Its like fire works. When you masturbate and cum it's like a pretty firework going off in your head with colors popping. When someone else does it for you its like five fireworks going off at once. When you've been spanked its like the bouquet or the end when they send up thirty or forty at a time. My secret is, Dad likes to spank me. He'll cop a feel while heating up my ass. When he's done I can't wait to get alone so I can rub my clit till I explode. So every now and then I'll do something to piss him off and get spanked. Believe me the pain is worth it. Now that allows Dad to vent his built up frus trations. Imagine what could happen if your father couldn't write out his fantasy? Forgive him and let him write. He hasn't done anything to hurt has he?"

Amber thought for a few seconds and said, "There's a story you haven't read yet."

Amber went to the index and clicked on the title: The Birthday Present.

Chapter 6

Amber sat to the right of Melody as they read Phil's story: 'The Birthday Present'

Amber was at the drug store with a cart containing several items, birthday wrapping paper, ribbon, a humorous card and a Willie Nelson cd. Tomorrow was daddy's birthday and she got what he wanted and more. When she asked him what he wanted he said a funny card. Well she got the card and the cd would be an unexpected surprise. She placed the carts contents on the counter for the clerk to ring up.

"Well, I see someone is having a birthday." Said the clerk.

"Yeah my daddy. The cd is a surprise."

"Did you save your money from baby sitting?"

"No, my allowance."

"Oh. So your father is paying for a gift he didn't pick out?"

"No. I said I'm paying for it from my allowance."

"Right and who gives you your allowance?"

"My daddy." Amber said in a very small voice.

"That will $18.47 from your father's money please."

The conversation had a profound effect on Amber. Her father had given her $35 as he did every week. She wasn't even spending all of it on him. She was holding back so she could indulge herself.

Amber stood outside the drugstore waiting for her father. She was reflecting on what the clerk had said. Everything she had came from daddy. The food she ate, the clothes she wore, and the bed she slept in. He asked very little of her, just keep her room neat and clean up after herself. He didn't demand good grades just a good effort. If her best effort could only earn a 'C' then he was proud of the 'C'. He saved everything she had done. She knew that the card she just bought will go into a file with all the other cards and drawings and awards.

"Yep he does that. I've seen him reading old stuff reminiscing about me and Mark." Even if she wrote him a poem, the ink and paper would be from him. She tried to think of something that she could get or make or do that would be wholly from her. She ran back into the store and made one more purchase.

Her father drove up as she was coming out of the drugstore. The ride home was a quiet one. Phil could tell that his daughter was deep in thought and a conversation would be futile.

When they got home Amber looked up at her daddy and said:

"Daddy. I love you." she hugged him tight and again said "I love you very much. Thank you."

This took Phil by surprise and said, "I love you too, very much." When he looked down unto her pretty face he saw her eyes were watery. She was two sniffs off a cry. She broke the hug and hurried to her room. After dinner Amber spent most of the evening surfing the web researching her plan for tomorrow.

The next evening Phil and Amber had dinner, which Phil cooked, and a birthday cake, which Phil bought.

After they ate, Amber handed her father the card. It was a shoebox greeting card that suggested he was old and over the hill. Hey, I gave him one like that on his last birthday. Then she gave him the little package.

"Honey. I told you all I wanted was a card. You shouldn't have spent your money...."

Amber cut him off with "Daddy! First of all you gave me the money so I could do with it as I want, right?"

"You're right." He opened the package and was genuinely pleased with the cd.

"I have one more present but I have to get it ready. Will you please go to the den, get yourself a drink and watch some TV until I'm..its ready."

"Okay." Phil got up, poured himself a scotch, neat, and went to the den.

Fifteen minutes later he heard Amber call,

"Daddy."

He turned around and was startled to see his daughter standing in the doorway nude except for a large pink bow across her breasts and a ribbon that ran around her waist and down between her legs and up her crap canyon.

"What's this?" he asked with an astonished expression on his face.

"Daddy, I know that anything I buy is really from you since you give me the money anyway."

"But Hun..."

Amber waved her hand to cut him off.

"I want to.. I have to give you something that comes from me, not you. The only thing I can think of is me. I know you like to tie me up. Okay so tie me up. You like to spank me."

Phil jumped in with "But I only spank you when you disobey."

"Then why does your thingy get big and hard? I can feel it grow when I'm over you lap. Anyway you like to spank me so do it. Tonight I'm yours to do with what ever you want."

With that she bent over and picked up the coil of soft rope she brought and held it out to her father. Phil looked at his drink and thought the better of finishing it. After all he didn't want to cloud his judgment. How considerate of him. Phil walked over to Amber and pulled the ribbon off his daughter. The only thing that had changed from their time at the nudist resort was her tan, it had faded. He looked at his auburn haired beauty with perky breasts. Her nipples already stood out. He looked at her trim waist, widening hips and shapely legs. She had been keeping her crotch bare of hair. Phil liked that. "You think he's disappointed that I don't really look like that?" Amber asked Melody.

"The way he looks at you and the way he talks about you, he thinks you're the prettiest girl in the world."

He took the rope and tied Amber's wrists together. Then holding the rope he led her to his bedroom. He sat on the bed and guided Amber across his lap. This wasn't a punishment spanking so Phil eased her into it. He started a round of gentle pats. The second round was a bit harder. By the fifth circuit he started to smack Amber's bottom in earnest. "What does he mean by easing a spanking?" Asked Amber.

"If he started by hitting her hard he'd shock her. By starting out lightly and building up to a hard spanking she can take a lot more. This gives the endorphins time to be released. Endorphins are the body's painkillers and can actually give you a high.

Amber was wiggling and bucking as Phil smacked her plump cheeks. Her butt went from white to pink to red. Amber was whimpering and tears started to flow. Phil kept smacking as long as Amber fought the spanking. When Amber just laid there and took the smacks without resisting, Phil stopped. Just like in his story 'Trouble Sleeping'. Phil now rubbed Amber's punished buttocks soothing the child before the next stage. Doesn't sound like she got high. Phil picked her up and placed her on his bed. He positioned her midway down on the brass bed. He tied her hands to the brass head frame. He then tied the ropes around each of her ankles and pulled her right leg up and to the right as far as it would go and tied it to the head frame. He did the same to the left leg. Her legs were spread wide apart and over her head, revealing her most intimate parts.

"Daddy, would you please do something for me?"

Phil thought she didn't want to be tied so he was shocked when she answered his 'what' with "Please take off your clothes."

Once he too was naked he left the room with Amber all trussed up. In three minutes he returned with a cheap wooden school ruler. The ruler was very light and would suit Phil's purpose nicely. He brought it down sharply onto her slit. Amber jerked at the shocking pain. Phil smacked her mound of Venice, then her right thigh. He smacked her left thigh and then the crease where leg meets butt, then the other crease. He started again all over her crotch. Amber was yelling and pulled on the ropes as she shook her head. Phil kept spanking her pussy until her vulva had swollen and turned red. "Now there! First he wrote that it wasn't punishment, but what would you call that?" Amber asked Melody

"Look at the whole picture. He spanks her ass until she stops struggling. That means all the tension has left her, she's now relaxed. Her butt and pussy are warm but he wants me for her. By spanking her crotch it becomes hot. Her clit and labia are engorged with blood making it all the more sensitive. Believe me the sex will be great."

Phil then laid down between her legs and started to lick her slit. He inserted his finger into her love canal up to her hymen. He searched for her G-spot and found a small nub. He rubbed the nub and licked her clit. Amber's pleasure sensors took time to catch up to her pain sensors but when the two met the sensations was fantastically intense. The best was yet to come. Phil took Amber's clit between his fingers and pulled back the hood revealing a bright and glistening tiny bulb of nerve endings. As gently as he could Phil flicked his tongue across the bulb. Amber jerked as if she had an electric shock. Five minutes before Amber was shaking her head, pulling on her bonds and yelling in pain. Now she was shaking her head, pulling on her bonds and yelling in pleasure. Phil sensed that Amber was about to reach her climax and stopped. Amber didn't realize her father had stopped until she started to come down instead of reaching that summit she was striving for.

"Daddy! Oh Gawd daddy don't stop! Please don't stop!"

Phil brought the wooden ruler down, smack, smack smack. Amber again jerked in her bonds. Melody said, "Wow! Your dad sure knows how to make women happy. Amber gave her a wide-eyed look of disbelief. Phil started to lick her again. He inserted his finger and found the little nub and rubbed and Amber was again on the rocket sled to orgasm.

"Mmmmmm. Owwwww. GAWD!"

Amber came with a body-wracking climax that she'd never believe possible had she not experienced it.

Phil untied her legs and they flopped onto the bed. Amber was in Lala land. Groggy in her after glow something was drifting through her mind. She had to do something but couldn't remember what.

Phil sat watching his daughter as he handled his penis. He wasn't masturbating; he was just keeping it erect until he figured out what he was going to do next. As he was fiddling with himself Amber remembered what she needed to do.

"Daddy please untie me."

Phil untied the rope from the frame but kept her hands tied together. Amber rolled towards her fathers lap. She took his prick in both her little hands and stuck the head of his dick into her mouth.

"What are you doing!" asked Phil.

Amber turned her head and gave him a look that communicated her thought. Phil understood the look to mean 'that's a stupid question.' Amber started to bob her head up and down Phil's shaft. She couldn't get much more then the head of his penis in her mouth so she slid her hands in rhythm with her mouth.

It had been several years since Phil had any sex let alone oral sex. He was about to cum and told Amber to stop. She wouldn't. Gobs of cum squirted into her mouth. She swallowed and sucked until he stopped pulsing.

"Thank you Hun but where did you learn to do that?"

"On the internet"

"Hmmm. Looks like my little girl ran the stop sign on the information highway. The End

Melody sat there staring at the computer screen, sweating.

"I wish he'd do that to Me." she mused.

"What? You want a pussy spanking?" asked Amber.

"To get a orgasm like that? Sure! Look. Your dad is a real sweetheart. He does things for all of us. Believe it or not, most of your friends would jump into bed with him if he asked. Do yourself a big favor. Forgive him. Talk to him. Hell, help him write a story. But don't stop him. This story really points out all the things our parents do for us and we never think about it. Your father goes way farther. He works a job he doesn't like just so he can be with you as much as possible. All that yet he doesn't crowd you. When someone comes over he backs off and leaves us alone unless we invite him to join us."

"You're right. Thanks Mel. Can you do me a favor, please?"

Chapter 7

Melody looked at her stammering, confused friend and knew what the favor was.

"You want me to tie you up, right?" She asked Amber.

"Eh, yeah."

"And you want a spanking too, right?"

"Ohh, mmm..yeah. Well you please?"

"Sure and I'll do one more thing for you. Remember in 'The Cure', you father said it's always better when someone does you rather than yourself? I'll do you."

Amber's eyes grew wide and then unfocused. She never thought of making love to another girl. She wasn't a lesbian. But the idea began to intrigue her. After all this was a friend and not some strange pervert who might hurt her. One thing for sure, she couldn't get pregnant.

"Okay." Amber said.

"Then take your jeans off so we can get started."

While Amber unzipped her jeans and slid them off her legs, Melody was rummaging in her closet. She came out with an old pair of pantyhose and a silk scarf.

Amber sat on the floor with her knees up to her chin and her arms around her legs.

"I want to see what this tying up and spanking is all about. How about if you first tie me and let me struggle. Then," she paused, "then you can spank me. Okay?"

"Sure." Melody said with eagerness in her voice and a winkle in her eyes.

Melody had Amber lie on her stomach. She took Amber's arms and held behind her back as she tied her wrists together with the silk scarf. Melody then tied Amber's ankles together with one leg of the pantyhose. Finally Melody pulled Amber ankles back to meet her wrists and tied them to off with the other leg of the hose and now Amber was hogtied.

Amber struggled; she pulled on her silk bindings. Her fingers dug into the nylon ties. After ten minutes of rocking back and forth and backwards and forwards she lay quiet and panting.

"Well what do you think of being tied up?" Melody asked.

"I hate it. It's frustrating cause I can't do anything." Amber said through gritted teeth.

"Well than it's time to see how you like being spanked."

Melody tried to untie the leg of the pantyhose that tied Amber's legs to her wrists. Amber had pulled them so tight that Melody gave up and cut them with her scissors. Amber now laid flat on her tummy with her flat buttocks waiting for her first ever spanking.

Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Melody was following Phil's example and started out lightly. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. She increased the speed hitting Amber a little bit harder. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. She didn't wait for five circuits; she started hitting Amber full force. Smack! Whap! Pow! Smack! Smack! Smack! Pow! Melody was enjoying the spanking, Amber was not. She bucked and rolled away from Melody's hand. Melody had to straddle Amber's back to continue. Smack! Smack! Whap!

"Owww..Mel stop I've had enough!"

Smack! Pow! Whap! Whap! Smack! Smack! Pow! Whap!

Melody looked down as Amber kicked her legs and saw Amber's slit as it opened revealing her clit and the dark love hole.

Smack! Pow! Whap Smack! Smack! Whap! Smack! Whap!

Phil's example was to spank until the victim stopped struggling and accepted her punishment.

Smack! Owwww Smack! Amber was tense but she stopped thrashing about. Whap! Pow! Whap! Oh Boo hoo. Amber let the tears flow. Funny thing, the anger she felt due to the frustration of being tied and helpless drained out of her.

Whap! Smack! Smack! Pow! Now Amber quit struggling and accepted Melody's hand.

Melody was a tad bit disappointed that Amber had given up so quickly, she'd wish Amber kept fighting since there was still a lot of spanking energy left in Melody.

Melody let Amber sob for two minutes before she rolled her over. She then pushed Amber's ankles up to her butt.

Amber started to struggle and cried out "No! Please don't spank my pussy."

"I'm not going to do that. I'm going to masturbate you. Melody lowed her head to get between Amber's legs.

"With my tongue."

Melody's tongue entered Amber's slit and slid around her labia. Amber's pussy immediately started issuing her female fluids, which Melody lapped up. The aroma coming from Amber's sugar scoop made Melody dizzy with desire for more. The tongue found Amber's clit and swirled it as if she had been doing it for years. Amber arched her back. She wished her hands and feet were free but tied as she was she could only submit to the intense pleasure flooding her young body.

Melody put a finger into Amber's love canal. She twisted and turned, pulled in and out as her tongue swirled Amber's clit. Amber was now not conscious of anything other than the building orgasm.

Melody withdrew her very wet finger and moved down to Amber's brown spot. Slowly Melody pushed her finger into Amber. This was a whole (or hole) new feeling for Amber.

Melody now took her fingers of her other hand and peeled back the hood of Amber's clit. Amber felt as if she was plugged into a 240-volt wall outlet.

Amber now knew why her father had written such stories; yes it was better, much better now that Melody was doing her. The heat from the spanking and the combination of her pleasure/pain sensors sent her on an orgasmic wave of phenomenal good feelings.

Melody being inexperienced in pussy lapping was not aware that Amber climaxed until she moaned loud and long. Her pussy contracted and relaxed and juices flowed. What Melody couldn't lick up ran down Amber's crevice. Amber collapsed as she gulped for air. She just laid on the floor enjoying the afterglow. She was unaware of her bindings. The good feeling over rode the pain from the spanking. She was also unaware that Melody had removed her pants and panties and had straddled Amber's head.

Amber opened her eyes in time to see a pussy with a few stray hairs coming towards her face.

"It's my turn, slut." said Melody. She had no idea why she called her good friend such a derogatory name. It just came out.

Amber opened her mouth allowing Melody to fill her oral cavity.

"Start licking!" Melody ordered.

Amber snaked her tongue out and slid up and down Melody's pee hole.

"Oh, yeah. Lick it up cunt."

Melody felt powerful. Here was a girl all trussed up and having to do her bidding. She now understood Phil's stories.

Amber of course could do nothing but move her tongue as her hands were tied but that didn't seem to lessen Melody's ardor. Melody was gyrating her hips rubbing her pussy into Amber's face.

Melody fantasized about being tied by Phil who would whip her ass and than spank her pussy and then f**k her brains out. Afterwards she'd be turned loose on Amber to use and abuse.

Amber tasted Melody's lubricating fluids and came to the thought that the only way to describe it was as 'zippy'. She liked the taste, and to be truthful, the abuse.

"Aarrgggg!" cried Melody as the best orgasm she'd ever had engulfed her. She leaned forward as she slowly recovered, never taking her pussy out of Amber's mouth. Amber didn't mind as she enjoyed cleaning it.

Melody rolled off of Amber. She leaned down and kissed Amber tenderly on the lips.

"Okay you can untie me now." Said Amber.

"No." replied Melody.

"How are you going to explain to your parents, a girl, naked from the waist down and tied up?" Amber giggled.

Melody tried to untie Amber but had to resort to cutting the scarf and pantyhose.

"Okay, so how did you like being tied up?" asked Melody.

"I hated it. On a scale of things I hate, it rates a 9 out of 10."

"How did you like the spanking?"

"I hated that even more. I'd rate it 91/2 out of 10."

Melody was confused. How could Amber hate the bondage and spanking but obviously enjoyed the sex? So she asked her just that.

"I hate the one, I hate the other but put all three together and words cannot describe the feelings. But I can't understand why he's writing theses stories. Does he want to do that to me?"

Melody considered the question for a minute and then said.

"Your father loves you very much. He gives you anything you want. You have him wrapped around your little finger. I think he can only dream of what he can't do legally or morally. Just imagine if he could do what he's doing now and give you all that sexual pleasure?"

Amber considered what she just heard and started formulating a plan.

Chapter 8

Amber got home a little after eight pm. She ate dinner at Melody's. She felt that she had to end her treatment of her father. She wanted everything to be near perfect and she didn't want him drinking. Tomorrow would be Friday; mom would leave for work twenty minutes before Amber got home from school. Her brother would be going to a ball game with some friends and a party afterwards. His curfew was 12 Midnight and he wouldn't be home until 11:59. So a sober daddy was essential to end the estrangement. She walked in the house and looked around. All was quiet. That was not good. She went to the den and there daddy was slumped over his desk snoring. The smell of strong liquor hung in the air like a cheap wind chime. She walked over to the desk and wrote a note in large letters. It read:

Daddy, we have to talk. I'll be home at 3:30. Please don't make any snacks and don't drink, please. I love you bunches

She went upstairs to do her homework. It didn't take her to long and by 9:30 she shut her book and put it and the work in her backpack. The house was still quiet so she took the floppy disc and popped it into the computer. She looked at the index and chose, Laundry Room Punishment

Phil had to drag Amber into the house. She had been amazingly out of character at the mall. Phil needed to pay a bill that he forgot about and it was due today. Once there Amber wanted to stay at the food court, not for the food but to flirt with the boys. Wow did she ever come out of her shell. Amber smiled at that one. Phil rarely ever had to raise his voice to his daughter but today she wouldn't respond if he had been using a bullhorn. He hated to embarrass her in front of her friends but he had an important call to make and needed his spreadsheets so the cell phone wouldn't do. The only thing he could do was to grab her by the arm and drag her to the car. Amber knew she messed up but for some reason she just didn't want to co-operate. She deserves whatever daddy's going to give her.

Inside the house Phil pushed his disobedient daughter into the corner and told her if she moved he'd use the strap on her well-shaped hinny. Amber was now frightened and hoped that this would be the end of it. She heard him talking on the phone for about twenty-five minutes. Thank goodness she had something to occupy her mind otherwise the time would pass as slow as molasses in winter. Come on daddy she's been bad. Blister her butt.

She heard her father get up and go into the laundry room and turn on the dryer. Why the dryer? Phil walked up to Amber and from behind, put his thumbs inside the waistbands of both her shorts and panties and yanked them down to her ankles. Without a word he picked her up and carried her to the sofa and put her across his lap. This was a punishment spanking so WHACK! WHACK! SMACK! WHAP! POW! WHACK! SMACK! POW!

Phil punished her for a good ten minutes. Amber was red from the top of her buttocks to midway down her thighs. But he wasn't done yet. Go Daddy Go! Phil carried her to the laundry room and sat Amber on top of the now hot dryer.

"Wowww Daddy! Please it burns!"

"If you sit there for five minutes then I'll reward you. If you try and get off, I'll spank you again and then hold you there for fifteen minutes. Amber grit her teeth and stayed in place. After two minutes Phil lifted her shirt and pulled her bra up. Those lovely perky breasts plopped into his view.

"I'll help distract you." Phil said as he started to fondle her nipples. I don't have breasts but I do have nipples. When he started to suckle her Amber threw her head back and gasped. Phil put his hand between her legs and started tickling her clitty. Daddy I can only hope. When her five minutes was up, Phil lifted and carried her back to the sofa. This time he laid her on her back. Amber did not need prompting; she lifted and spread her legs.

"Lap, slurp, swook." The sounds coming from between her legs would have been distracting had it not been for her pussy being so hot and engorged that she came within two minutes. So that's why the dryer. As she lay there totally relaxed, Phil pointed his finger at her and said, "Let that be a lesson to you." Yeah I'm learning all right.

Amber turned off the computer and got ready for bed. She was thinking about what happened today. Her hand went to her pussy and started to rub. In bed she had the strange thought, "Is it possible to rub away your clit?"

Phil read the note and was happy to know that he'd soon find out what had caused Amber to act like that. He was very happy to see the 'I love you bunches'. That meant so much to him.

The next day at school was spent in a distracted state but this time she didn't look morose, she looked happy, even mischievous. She and Melody shared English class together and all they had to do was look at each other and they'd break out in the giggles.

At last the final bell rang and Amber scrambled for the school bus. It didn't matter when she got there since the bus left at an assigned time and she wouldn't get home any sooner.

Phil too was in a hurry. The client he had been working accepted the medical insurance program and Phil had a lot of paperwork to complete. Phil drove quickly and passed the school bus that Amber was riding. She saw him whiz by and felt reassured that daddy was in hurry to talk to her.

Phil was just inside the door going through the mail when Amber came running in. She tossed her backpack onto the deacon's bench and said:

"Daddy we have to talk but first I have to get cleaned up. I'm stinky from gym. So please go and change, get comfortable. I'll meet you in the living room in twenty minutes. Okay?"

"Sure Hun." Phil replied wondering what was up. He knew that she didn't have gym on Fridays. He went to his room and changed into comfy clothes and watched CNN until Amber was ready to talk. True to the female form Amber's twenty minutes turned into forty-seven minutes.

Amber walked into the living room fresh and clean from a shower. Her hair was now worn down instead of the perpetual ponytail. She was dressed only in a short silk kimono that came down to mid thigh. She sat down across from her father and as she did, with a little practice, managed to have the kimono opened. She sat with her legs a bit spread, revealing her feminine charm. The position was rather unlady like. Phil saw his daughter's pussy and looked away.

"Daddy please look at me."

Phil looked his daughter in the eye.

"Daddy, first I want to say I'm sorry for treating you the way I have all week."

"Honey, what did I do that made you so angry?"

"I read your stories."

"My stories?"

"The Phil & Amber series."

Phil lowered his head and blushed. "Honey I didn't mean..."

Amber cut him off and said, "Daddy I was wrong in reading them. I ignored your privacy. I'd be mad if you read my diary. I didn't know what to think. At first I thought that was what you want to do to me. Then I realized that you did."

"I never spanked you or tied you up or.." Phil drifted off.

"No you didn't but because of you, I'm not shy or overly modest (This coming from a girl sitting near naked in front of her father). I'm a pretty good student because of the time you spent with me. You got me all sorts of training tapes and made games out of them. All the good stuff in my life comes from you. Melody and I talked.."

"YOU TOLD MELODY!?"

"Yes. I even let her read your stories. She's the one that pointed out all the good things. She loved the stories. Especially 'The Birthday Present'." Amber stood up and let the kimono fall from her shoulders to the floor yet she held on to the sash. She walked over to her daddy and sat in his lap.

She put the sash in his hand and said, "If you want to tie me up go ahead. You want to spank me, go ahead but please do all the other things you wrote about."

"But what if you don't like it?"

"Eh. I asked Melody to tie me up and she did. I asked her to spank me and boy did she ever. She then went down on me. I hated being hogtied. I hated the spanking even more. But they made the sex so good it was worth it." With that she hugged her father's neck. Then she gave him a kiss. When they broke she said,

"School lets out for summer in two weeks. Maybe we can go to a nudist resort."

"Your mother would throw a fit."

"I don't want mom to come with. We wouldn't want her to interfere when you have to take me into the woods to discipline me. By the way Melody would like to come with.

The End