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Date: Sat, 04 Aug 2007 15:47:28 -0400
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Subject: Daddy's Slut -- M/f, BDSM, INCEST
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Hannah had never known her father, but when she went off to college,
economic circumstances required she stay with him. She was surprised at
how handsome he was, how dignified, how strong and disciplined a man
her father was. Before very long she was falling in love with him,
despite his stern manner. Yet she was falling in love as a woman,
rather than a daughter, and the thrill of her first real affair made
her easy prey to the hot, steamy heat he raised in her young body. Soon
she was being spanked for poor marks, and her wrists began to bear the
marks of rope and chain. Spanking gave way to floggings and more severe
punishments, and her father began to loan her body to other men. Then
his new girlfriend Nicole moved in, and Nicole had a much sterner
discipline in mind for Daddy's little slut.
"... isn't as bad as Rawlins. I'd hate to be in one of her classes."
"Wait until next year and you have to take Eastern Mythology. That's
Greenberg.He makes Rawlins look like a pussycat."
"That's an elective. I'm not taking it. What about you, Hannah?"
Hannah shook herself out of her reverie. "Hmm? What?"
Peter grinned. "Are you taking Eastern Mythology next year?"
"Uhm, I don't know. I'll have to see what else is available and what
time it is," she said.
Even the cafeteria had seemed exciting when her father had shown her
around the campus. And the idea of sitting around, chatting with other
college students, perhaps sipping a laté had made her feel excited and
very mature and intellectual.
But now that she was here it all seemed so artificial and unimportant.
Her classes were dull and lifeless and boring. What did they matter?
And what did these other students matter, even the boys? For a girl
caught up in the thrill and excitement and steamy heat of her first
adult love affair, college was little more than a distraction.
It made her squirm occasionally that her lover was her father. But
after all, it wasn't as if he had raised her. And it wasn't as if she
were a child. Who could blame him for being aroused by a beautiful
college girl suddenly thrown into his arms? And she was beautiful, she
thought with a heady sense of joy. He kept telling her she was, and the
excitement and pleasure in his eyes when he looked at her was certainly
not feigned.
She tossed her head, making her hair spill over her shoulders. She knew
Peter, and Mark, and David, the other boys at the table, thought she
was hot. They had been flirting with her since they'd met. But they
were just boys. Why would she want anything to do with boys when she
had a strong, mature, intelligent man?
She was still a little sore down there. Her father was big, and he used
her strongly, showing her how aroused, how excited, how uncontrollable
she made him. And it had only been a few days, after all, since he'd
first taken her and - and - mounted her. Yes, he'd taken her like a
bull in heat, like a wolf taking his bitch! Her father was the most
handsome, virile male she had ever imagined.
And yet he was also her father. For the love she had begun to feel for
him, the confidence in his presence, the comfort and feeling of safety
had soared since he had taken her into his bed. He had already shown
her so much, taught her so much, and given her so much! She felt very
much more mature than the other students sitting around the table, for
they had surely never experienced the incredible erotic heat and
passion she did daily - and nightly.
Andrea, sitting in the corner, elbow propped on the table, leafing
through a magazine, with her red hair spilling down her back, had
probably had no more sexual experiences than Hannah had when she was a
girl, a few grunting, groping sessions in the backs of cars, or in her
boyfriend's basement.
What did she know of sex, of passion?
"We're all going out to the Lone Star after school, Hannah? Want to
come?"
She shook her head and smiled. "I think these first few weeks are
important. I want to get off on the right foot, and study really hard."
"It's ages till mid-terms," Andrea groaned.
"And when they come you'll all be scurrying around desperately trying
to make up for the work I'm doing now," she said. "Besides, my father
insists I study every night."
There was much rolling of eyes and sympathetic noises at this, but she
shivered a little in excitement, for they had no idea just how firm,
how deliciously stern her father was in his insistence on her studying.
For somehow he had known she had not done her homework a few nights
ago, had known she had not bothered to read the chapter for her
Literature class. How? She couldn't image, except that her father
seemed to know everything.
Just two days earlier she had trotted down the steps before school
wearing a white blouse, louse blue cardigan and gray skirt, and been
surprised at her father's stern face.
"All ready for school?" he'd asked.
"Yes," she said.
"And your homework? All done?"
She nodded wordlessly, thinking a little guiltily of the Lit reading
she hadn't done.
"Including your Literature?"
She gaped at him. "Uhm, well - ."
"You haven't read the chapter you were assigned, have you?"
"No but - ."
"Do you remember our agreement?"
She stared at him blankly.
"You agreed to do all of your homework promptly, to study hard to get
good grades."
"I will, dad but - ."
"But you didn't study your chapter assignment."
"Uhm, I was a little busy," she said with a small grin.
And of course, he knew exactly what she had been busy doing, for he'd
been doing it with her.
"That's not acceptable," he said, sternly folding his arms across his
chest.
She bit her lip slightly, shifting her weight from foot to foot. Was he
going to be tiresome about homework? It wasn't as if he should take
this father stuff that serious. After all, he hadn't acted like much of
a father the other night.
"I'll read it later on."
"You'll have more homework to do."
"But I - ."
He took her arm and stepped to the side, to where a hard backed chair
stood against the wall near the door, then sat and pulled her forward
across his lap.
"Dad!"
"I think you need to learn a little discipline, young lady."
He tugged her skirt up and then tugged down her panties as she gasped
and stared at the floor below. "I have to go to school," she gasped,
wriggling awkwardly as her father positioned her properly.
"And you will. And when you get homework assignments you'll study
properly."
"I will!"
And then he slapped her bottom. She yelped at the sudden stinging
impact.
"Dad!"
She jerked in pain, reaching back and trying to block his hand with
hers. But he seized her wrists and pinned them together at the small of
her back, then slapped her bottom again. Hard.
"Ow! Don't!"
Another slap, and she yelped and squirmed.
Another slap, and another, the sharp sting making her twist and writhe.
"Don't! Dad! That hurts!"
"You will get a spanking every time you fail to obey your father's
orders. Any time you fail to live up to your agreements. Or any time I
feel you need to be punished," he said.
Crack! "Ow!"
Crack! "Ouch!"
Crack! "Ow!"
Crack! "Ahg!"
Crack! "I'm sorry!
Crack! Please!"
Crack! "Dad!"
It hurt! His big hand was slapping down across her bottom with stinging
force, so that her buttocks burned and ached, growing hotter with every
painful blow. Tears came to Hannah's eyes as she squirmed and whimpered
and twisted in her father's arms.
He halted, and his fingers caressed her warm bottom.
"Are you sorry for being a bad girl, Hannah?" he asked.
"Y-yes," she sniffled, fighting to keep from crying.
"You know you have to obey your daddy," he said.
And his fingers slid down between her buttocks, down between her legs,
and stroked lightly across her sex.
"I-I know," she gulped, blinking, confused.
His fingers eased within her sex lips, and another began to gently rub
against her clitoris. He had fucked her so long and so hard the other
night she was still sore, her lips slightly flushed with heat and a
little swollen. Hannah moaned, grinding her hips,
gulping in air as her father massaged her oh so sensitive flesh.
"D-dad," she moaned.
Another sharp slap to her bottom made her yelp in pain.
"Quiet girl."
She was growing moist very quickly, and a sudden thrill of sexual
hunger swept through her body. He was such a strong man, so in control,
so capable and powerful, and she felt like putty in his hands, like a
child, like a foolish, adolescent girl with no strength of will at all.
She drew in a sharp breath as he thrust two fingers deep into her sex.
"You've been a bad girl, haven't you, Hannah?"
"Y-Yes," she gulped, starting to feel a seductive, wicked excitement
now at being bent over his lap and spanked like a naughty girl.
"And bad girls get spanked by their daddy's don't they?"
"Yes," she groaned as he slapped her bottom again.
"Say yes daddy," he ordered.
"Yes, daddy," she said in a moaning voice.
His fingers twisted slowly about within her snug sheath, then pumped in
and out, massaging the insides of her sex lips as his thumb rolled
across her clitoris.
"You'll be daddy's good little girl, won't you?
"Yes, daddy," she groaned.
"Daddy's good little slutty girl."
She groaned and closed her eyes, her head rolling in mid-air as her
father slowly worked a third finger down into her pussy.
Crack! "Oh!"
Crack! Ow!"
Crack!" Ungh!"
Crack! "Ow!"
Crack! "Ungh!"
Hannah felt deliciously wicked, and wonderfully kinky. She had been
slow to understand, at first, but now she felt the thrill of possession
as her powerful father spanked and fondled her. Her bottom still
burned, still stung, but the stinging and heat did nothing to hinder
the wild, exhilarating excitement pumping through her body and mind.
Her father's fingers twisted within her warm sex, and then she gasped
as she felt his thumb pressing against her anus.
Crack! "Ow!"
He let go of her wrists, and her arms fell away, her hands striking the
floors. His left hand moved over her bottom, caressing and kneading her
warm, throbbing flesh as his right pumped slowly in and out of her
sore, sensitive pussy. His thumb prodded again at her anus, and now
pushed through the tight, wrinkled opening.
"Daddy! No!"
Crack! Crack! Crack!
"Oww!"
Now his thumb slid fully into her rectum, and pinched in as the fingers
in her sex pinched up against it. She gasped as she felt him pulling at
her, his hand twisting so that her entire bottom twisted and rolled
with it.
"Will daddy's little slut be a good girl?" he asked.
"Y-Yes!" she panted.
"Say it, little slut."
"I-I'll be good," Hannah gasped.
"No, no. Say daddy's little slut will be a good girl."
"D-Daddy's little slut will be a good girl!"
The hand stroking her bottom slid in beneath her abdomen, and she felt
fingers reaching for her clitoris, then stroking across it. She gasped
and her bottom jerked up, then again, as pleasure flared within her.
Her father's finger stroked back and forth across her clitoris and the
climax burst over her like a rushing wave.
"That's my little girl," he said in a soft, pleased voice. "Come for
daddy, sweetheart."
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From the ebook: Daddy's Slut, by Argus. Argus books have been
published in paper form by Virgin Nexus, Silver Moon, Star, Olympia,
Chimera, and Beeline. His ebooks are available for download at
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