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PHIL CAUGHT [ part 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. |