KEIRA'S OFFER

BY SILENCE

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[ part 1 ]

I couldn't help but wonder how I had allowed things to go this far. It had been two years since my daughter Kiera had introduced me to one of the best and worst times of my life. I was nearing forty and had been raising my girl alone for the last four years since the tragic death of my wife. In that time I hadn't seen any other women, instead concentrating on bringing up my girl and trying to do the job of both parents. My wife and I had enjoyed a healthy sex life and despite her death and my refusal to see anybody new, I had kept remnants of that life around. I suppose, given the circumstances I should have taken better care to keep such things hidden away. We had made a true investment in our lifestyle with my dominant side more than willing to mesh with her submissive side. For years the big black box remained hidden in my closet, nearly forgotten about.

It wasn't until I returned home late one night and discovered that the box lay open that I thought about how important it might have been to lock it. I quickly finished removing my tie from work and bent to inspect the inventory. Certainly things were missing and my mind whirled at the thought of who might have ransacked my toys. I crept down the hall to my fourteen-year-old daughter's door. Why she hadn't come out to greet me made hadn't bothered me before, but now I thought I knew why.

I knocked on her door and got no immediate response. "Kiera?" I called through the door before opening it. Inside what I saw would shock me and eventually would change my life. Sitting on her bed, dressed in a light tank top and shorts, both white and making her look far more innocent than her surroundings was my daughter. Around the bed and indeed even on the floor of the room were all manner of items taken from my toy box. She was looking at me, shocked and seemingly embarrassed, but not nearly with the shame and panic I expected. Instead, her blue eyes were filled with curiosity.

"What are you doing in here?" I asked with genuine shock. It was indecent for my daughter to even see these things, much less be touching them and possibly even experimenting with them.

"I was just…. Looking" she said with innocence that seemed appropriate. But I noted in her voice something more. There was a curiosity that immediately signaled danger to me. My heart began to race as she lifted up a silver set of nipple clamps and held them out to me. "What are these?"

It was a shocking question and one for which I had no immediate answer. I sputtered and stammered and stalled. How to tell her? Should I tell her? Should I…. show her? My mind reeled with that thought. Before her lay many toys and books and even pictures, mostly of her own mother. She knew what she was asking, didn't she? My expression hardened a little and I looked down at her.

"You know exactly what those are, don't you?" I said with the voice of an overbearing father. She nodded, silent with a small smile on her face. "You know that you're going to have to be punished for going through my things, right?" Again, she nodded. I could hardly contain my own nervousness as I asked her my next question. "And you know that I'm going to use some of this on you in order to teach you your lesson, right?" Another nod and another skip of my heart accompanied it.

"I want you to use all of it." Her voice was so soft and so sweet that I could hardly believe the sinful offer that she placed before me. I didn't know what had prompted her to offer herself to me so. Even so, I felt as though I could not refuse her desire to experiment.

I offered her my hand and she took it as I pulled her from the bed and let her to my room. Inside was my expansive bed. I led her to it and wordlessly laid her upon it. I placed a finger over her lips and bade her to be quiet as I arranged the evening's events. I knew I wanted the silence so that I could think clearly and so my resolve would not shatter at the sound of her voice. I positioned her as I desired, arms high above her and legs parted wide below. As she lay like that I pulled from my box of toys the restraints that would hold her as I desired.

Soft leather encircled her wrists and ankles in turn and braided nylon rope pulled each band toward the end of the bed it was attached to. In minutes she was pulled taut on the bed, her flat stomach exposed by the cut of her tank top. Her small breasts strained her thin shirt and I was tempted to remove her clothing then and there, but I urged myself to start slow. I sat beside her and stroked a hand along her cheek as she tested the strength and mobility of her bonds. "Is this what you wanted my darling?"

She looked at me for a brief moment and then closed her eyes, rubbing her cheek against my hand as I caressed her. "Oh yes… I think so… I want you to do to me all those things I saw you do to mom in those pictures." I smiled down at her as she spoke those words. She had always wanted to be like my wife, even to the point of picking up on some of her duties around the house after her death. Now, she wanted to do even more, but how much more I was sure she didn't fully understand. I patted her cheek and kissed her on the forehead.

"I know, my girl. I'll show you everything you want to know, all in good time. Now, be a good girl and open up wide." I waited for her to do so before revealing my choice in gags to her. It was a dildo-style gag that slid into her mouth deeply, more deeply than she expected by the look in her eyes. It kept her tongue pressed down and her jaws wide open and as I strapped it around her head I watched her come to some understanding that what I would eventually do to her, she wouldn't be able to resist.

I left her like that for a while with a kiss on her gagged lips as a goodbye present. I heard her protest quietly as I walked away, leaving her to adjust to her range of movement and helplessness. I took the time to return to her room to look over the things she had taken to get a feel for what most interested her. The pictures she had stolen were of my wife and I looked over them longingly, studying them to see what it was that attracted her to those photos. Once I gathered my ideas I picked up the toys she seemed to have preferred.

I returned to my room, looking her over. My arms were full of the toys she had taken and I decided that on this night I would use only one on her. A small leather flogger had been in her selection and I could think of nothing better to punish her with. I set everything else aside and began to trail the tails of the flogger up her open thighs and over her shorts. The look in her eyes told me that she knew I was going to use it on her, but the expression on her face when the sharp sting of the first blow fell on her right thigh was priceless. Her eyes widened and she squirmed under the repeated attention of the flogger as it turned her creamy white thighs into reddened and punished flesh. Her muffled cries were musical to me. My heart fluttered with the sight and sound of her trying to avoid the flogger and yet being unable to. It was a beautiful sight and one that I enjoyed for nearly twenty minutes, applying the flogger to her thighs, stomach, arms and chest. Her clothing pro tected her most sensitive parts, but the punishment got through to her on the level I wanted.

She was panting when I removed the gag from her mouth and unbound her. I noticed the extreme excitement had soaked through her shorts and as she rolled onto her stomach I gave her a small swat on the rear. "Now, go to your room and think about what you've done, and about what you want done tomorrow."