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Subject: Title story: "A Father's Love" Author: TABOO MAN                                                                   64658159
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Date: Fri, 13 Jan 2006 12:57:56 +0000

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A Father's Love by Roke "Jamie!" Amethyst said again, snapping her fingers under
Jamie's nose. "Wake up, girl, the guys are coming!" Jamie shook her head and
focused, seeing the football team, laughing and joking, all in their blue and
gold letter jackets, emerging from the locker room. She stood, hoping that the
warmth on her face didn't indicate that she was blushing, and tried to smile as
Jeremy walked up to her. "Hi there gorgeous!" Jeremy said as he took her in his
arms and kissed her. She felt his tongue probing at her lips, and parted them
slightly, letting him dart it in just a bit before pulling back. Jeremy was 6
foot 1 inch, 210 lbs of muscle, with wavy sandy brown hair and sparkling green
eyes. He was, as her fellow cheerleaders would say, a hunk. She just wished she
felt as safe and secure in his embrace as she did in Daddy's. "Ready to go?" He
asked her, taking her by the arm and guiding her toward the car, not waiting for
an answer one way or the other. "We're going over to Randy's house, have some
brewskis, order a pizza. Sound good?" Jeremy let go of her arm as they got to
his Camaro, walking over to the driver's side and sliding behind the wheel. He
looked at Jamie, standing by the passenger door, through the window. "It's
unlocked." He said. Jamie sighed and opened the door, sliding in beside him and
buckling her seat belt. "A gentleman would have opened the door for me." She
told him icily. Jeremy just laughed and started the car, pulling out of the
school parking lot with a squeal of tires. "Daddy would have opened the door for
me." Jamie thought as Jeremy accelerated.
- - - - Kevin mixed himself another bourbon and cola, his third, and put the
  remains of the pizza in the refrigerator. He didn't normally drink heavily,
  but it had been a really hard day, he had nothing planned for his Saturday
  morning, and he needed to relax. Besides, the classic movie station seemed to
  be showing a Bogart festival, and bourbon and Bogart just seemed to go
  together, somehow. He almost wished he hadn't given up smoking fifteen years
  earlier. He glanced up at the clock. 11:30. The game would be over, and Jamie
  and Jeremy would be out some place with their friends. Kevin really wished
  Jamie would date someone more worthy of her, but he remembered how important
  it was to be accepted in high school. He also remembered how Jenny, Jamie's
  mother, had worried so much about being accepted. She had always seemed to
  have a low self-image, and always seemed to need the approval of others.
  That's how she'd gotten mixed up with the boy who had knocked her up, in fact.
  Jenny had been a cheerleader, just like Jamie. The boy who had gotten her
  pregnant, then refused to take responsibility, had been a football player. He
  sipped his drink and thought again about how much Jamie resembled her mother.
  Then he thought about her being out with that Neanderthal Jeremy. "If he
  touches her, I'll kill him." He muttered to himself, trying to turn his
  attention back to the movie. His mind refused to focus on the black and white
  image, though. It preferred to show him scenes of Jamie pinned down in the
  seat of Jeremy's Camaro, as he had his way with her. Or was it an image of
  Jenny and the Neanderthal that had used her? Either way, Kevin could feel his
  anger growing. He glanced up at the clock again. 11:45. "She'd better not be
  out too late." He grumbled, and took another sip of his drink.
- - - - Jamie sat stiffly in the car seat, staring straight ahead out the
  windshield, as Jeremy leaned over and tried to slide his tongue between her
  tightly clenched lips. She wrinkled her nose at the smell of beer on his
  breath and pulled her head back. Jamie had insisted they leave the party after
  she had caught Jeremy in the kitchen with a couple of his team-mates, passing
  around a joint. She had ignored the beer, knowing that getting together and
  finishing off a couple of cases was what the football team traditionally did
  after a game, but she was not about to tolerate marijuana. So she had put her
  foot down. Instead of taking her home, though, Jeremy had driven her to the
  lake, where kids traditionally went to park. Jamie hadn't said anything about
  it at the time, because she was pissed off and planned on giving Jeremy an
  earful. He had pulled up next to the dock, with the view of the moon
  reflecting off the calm waters before them. She had sat quietly, waiting for
  him to say something. When he had leaned over, she had vowed to remain still
  and silent as a statue, and resist his clumsy attempts at seduction. Jeremy
  tried again to press his tongue between her lips, at the same time cupping her
  right breast through her sweater. Jamie swatted his hand and pushed him away,
  turning her head. "NO, Jeremy!" she said between clenched teeth.
  Unfortunately, her action caused his hand to drop to her thigh. Jeremy took
  this as an invitation, and slid his fingers under the hem of her short
  cheerleading skirt to touch the crotch of her panties. She felt his grope, and
  slapped him. Jeremy grinned and grabbed her wrist, ripping at the thin fabric
  of her panties with his other hand. Jamie slapped him with her free hand,
  using her nails to scratch a ragged, bloody trail down his cheek. "I SAID NO!"
  She screamed at him. She heard the cotton of her panties rip away and felt the
  cool night air against her now bare body. She smacked Jeremy again, and he sat
  back in his seat, hand stroking the marks on his cheek left by her nails.
  "What the fuck did you do that for?" He demanded. His voice sounded angry, but
  he looked like he was about to cry. "I SO don't want to do this, Jeremy. I
  told you NO. I told you to take me homenot take me to the lake and rape me!"
  Jeremy sat with his mouth open for a moment, looking at her. "I wasn't trying
  to rape you." He protested, the implications of the word making it's way
  through the fog of his brain. "You're my girlI just thought you'd like to make
  out. That's what boyfriends and girlfriends do, you know!" "Oh, is it?" She
  said tersely. "Boyfriends drive their pissed off girlfriends to the lake and
  maul and grope them against their will and rip their panties? I'm SO glad you
  enlightened me, Jeremy." "You don't have to be such a bitch about it." He said
  in a hurt voice. "That's right, Jeremy. I'm a bitch." She yanked the shredded
  remains of her panties from between her legs and threw them at him. "Herea
  little something to remember me by. Because this BITCH refuses to have
  anything else to do with you. Now TAKE ME HOME!" Jeremy looked at the cotton
  rag of her panties, then looked at her. His hand dropped to his side and
  shoved the shredded remnants of her panties into his pocket. "What are you
  saying, Jamie?" He asked. She could see from the moonlight shining through the
  windshield that tears were forming in his eyes. No matter how hard she tried,
  she just couldn't seem to care, though. "I'm saying that from this moment on
  you and I are officially broken up. Finished. Now take me home." Jeremy looked
  like he was about to protest, but finally turned to face forward and started
  the car. He pulled out of the park and got onto the highway to drive her home,
  in complete silence.
- - - - Kevin poured himself a second cup of coffee and glanced up at the clock.
  1:08 am. Two minutes later than the last time he'd checked. He sipped the
  strong, black coffee as he continued to pace back and forth in the kitchen.
  After his fourth bourbon and cola, Kevin had decided to make a pot of coffee
  so he could stay awake until Jamie got home. He knew that the coffee wouldn't
  help sober him up, but at least he'd be a wide-awake drunk when she came
  through the door. The more he'd sat and drank and thought about his beautiful
  young daughter out with that jock strap Jeremy, the more angry he'd become. He
  couldn't stop the images of her in various obscene positions with the bastard
  from dancing through his brain. "She's eighteenold enough to make her own
  decisions." A voice inside his head kept trying to remind him. "She's eighteen
  and beautiful and deserves better than that asshole." Answered another voice.
  And so the pornographic horror story had continued playing on the movie screen
  inside his brain. But images of Jamie and Jeremy were not the only ones that
  had haunted him. Other images had kept creeping in. Images of him with Jennyor
  was it Jamie? That was the problem. He couldn't tell whether these thoughts he
  was having were memories of sex with his wife, or fantasies of sex with his
  daughter. And that was what had prompted him to put away the bourbon and put
  the coffee on. Kevin paced back and forth, up and down the length of the
  modern kitchen, sipping his coffee. Trying to clear his mind. "Jenny and I had
  a great sex life." Kevin thought. "It was perfect, in fact. But stumbling into
  Dominance and submission with my wife left me ill equipped to go out searching
  for a new slave after she had died. I know Jenny would have wanted me to
  remarry. I know she's probably in Heaven angry at me right now for still being
  singlefor not even sleeping with another woman in the eight years since her
  death. But once you've tasted perfection, how can you ever be expected to
  settle for less?" The idea of dating made Kevin sick to the stomach. The
  thought of investing time and money courting a woman in a traditional
  relationship, only to find out too late that she was vanilla, the term used
  for anyone not into the kinky sex he and Jenny had been into, was completely
  distasteful to him. So instead of pursuing the normal sexual urges of a forty
  year old man, Kevin took satisfaction in his work shaping the minds of the
  young at the university, and watching his beautiful and brilliant daughter
  grow into a woman. "A woman without enough common sense to see what a jerk
  that asshole boyfriend of hers is." He muttered to himself as he drained the
  last of the coffee from his cup and paced back across the kitchen to refill
  it. He glanced up at the clock again. 1:25. Kevin lifted the cup to his lips,
  blowing on the dark liquid, and was about to take a sip when he heard the
  overly loud engine noises of Jeremy's Camaro pull up in front of the house. He
  pulled back the curtain on the kitchen windowcurtains Jamie had madeand
  watched as Jamie got out of the car. Jeremy got out of the driver's side and
  followed her up the walk. Kevin saw him grab her and pull her into his
  embrace, covering her mouth with his and kissing her. Then he saw Jamie pull
  away, and resume walking towards the house, Jeremy still walking after her. He
  lost sight of them as they climbed the steps up onto the front porch.
- - - - On the front porch, Jeremy made another lunge to wrap his arms around
  Jamie. Her hand came flying up and slapped him sharply across the cheek, as
  her other hand, slamming into the center of his chest, shoved him back. He
  stood there, hand clutched to his face in disbelief, looking at her. "I told
  you we are through, asshole." She hissed at him. "Now take your dumb ass back
  to your car and leave now. Or do I need to yell "RAPE" and get my father out
  here?" "You wouldn't do that." Jeremy protested. "Besides, I'm not raping
  you." Jamie gave him a cold smile. "My torn panties are in your jacket
  pocket." She reminded him. "I have a feeling Daddy would be more than willing
  to believe me if I told him you tried to rape me." A look of horror clouded
  Jeremy's face as the reality of her words registered in his brain. He fumbled
  out the remains of her panties and threw them back at her quickly, then
  stumbled down the steps and ran to his car. She watched, a satisfied smile on
  her face, as he started the Camaro and peeled away from the curb. Then she
  tucked the panties into her purse and opened the front door.
* * * * Kevin leaned against the kitchen countertop next to the coffee pot,
  sipping from his mug, as he heard Jamie open the front door and lock it behind
  her. She peeked into the kitchen at him. "You didn't have to wait up, Daddy."
  She told him with a smile. "Of course I did, Princess. I'm your father. I
  worry about you. Kinda late tonight, aren't you?" "There was a party after the
  game." She explained. "Then Jeremy and I went to the lake totalk." Jamie could
  feel her face flushing crimson at the explanation. She didn't feel comfortable
  telling Daddy what Jeremy had tried to do, or the reason she had insisted they
  leave the party early. Kevin watched the blush creep across his daughter's
  lovely features and set the cup down on the counter. He took a step towards
  her. "I remember 'talking' from when I was younger, Jamie. I remember the
  lake, too. Your mother got herself in trouble at that lake, 'talking' with a
  boy." "It's not like that, Daddy," she said with a sigh. "We weren't doing
  anything." Kevin took another step towards her, and was certain he caught the
  smell of female arousal. Jamie watched her father approach, his eyes so
  intense, and couldn't stop the image of her fantasies from earlier in the day
  flashing through her mind. She felt her body betray her as she grew damp
  between her thighs. "Are you having sex, Jamie? Did you let that half-wit, over-
  muscled bastard touch you?" "NO, Daddy!" Jamie protested. She turned to walk
  down the hall to her bedroom, hoping to escape this conversation tonight.
  "We'll talk all about this in the morning, Daddy. Please don't worry about
  it." Kevin saw her turn away from him and reached out to stop her, grabbing
  the leather strap of her purse and yanking on it. The strap tore away from the
  handbag, causing it to drop to the floor, spilling its contents. Her panties,
  as if by their own volition, landed in a crumpled pile of cotton at his feet.
  Kevin looked down at the torn bikini panties, then back up at his daughter.
  Then he crouched down and picked them up, examining the rips in them. Jamie
  stood frozen before him, unable to turn and walk away, unable to think of
  anything to say. Kevin slowly guided his gaze up her long legs, to the short
  hem of her cheerleading skirt. He reached out and lifted it up, revealing the
  swollen lips of her sex, glistening with the juices she was unable to stop.
  "Daddy" She began, her voice sounding so much like that of a little girl.
  Kevin stood slowly, eyes blazing. Kevin was only a couple of inches taller
  than his daughter, but tonight Jamie would have sworn he towered over her. He
  took another step towards her, leaning down so his nose was almost touching
  hers, his eyes boring into hers as she felt them fill with tears. "Whore!" He
  growled at her. She felt the tears streaming hotly down her face and tried
  desperately to think of something to say to make this all right. Kevin reached
  out and grabbed her savagely by the upper arm, then walked over to his chair,
  dragging her behind him. She followed along meekly, reverting to the little
  girl she once was, knowing she was in trouble, knowing she was going to be
  punished. Kevin sat on the edge of his chair and dragged her face down across
  his legs. He roughly shifted her into position, then yanked up the back of her
  skirt, baring her ass. Jamie began to panic as she realized Daddy was getting
  ready to spank her. Daddy had almost never spanked her. Only when she was
  very, very bad. "No, Daddy, pleaseI'm a good girl!" She cried. Kevin raised
  his hand and swung it, bringing it sharply across her right buttocks. She let
  out a little cry of pain. "Count them, slut!" He demanded. Jamie stammered out
  "Wo-woOne." Kevin raised his hand again, and brought it down across her left
  buttocks. Jamie yelped and cried out "T-two." Jamie bit down on her bottom lip
  in anticipation of the next smack. She was filled with a confluence of
  emotions and sensations, all seeming to battle for supremacy. She felt the
  shame of having disappointed Daddy. She felt the humiliation of being spanked
  and having Daddy see her bare ass and her wet pussy, and being called whore
  and slut. She felt the pain of Daddy's hand sharply smacking her. And in the
  back of her mind, she felt the comfort of knowing that Daddy was doing this
  because he loved her. The most confusing thing of all was the arousal she was
  feeling. Her body was responding to this, and liking it! Kevin smacked her
  right ass cheek again, listening as she again yelped and called out "Three",
  then smacked her left ass cheek. This time, instead of yelping, Jamie let out
  a little moan before calling out "Four." Kevin was suddenly transported back
  eight years. He had often spanked Jenny. It was something she enjoyed having
  done to her. He felt the surge of control rush through him, the adrenaline of
  Domination coursing through his veins, as he raised his hand to strike her
  right ass cheek again. The right ass cheek of his daughter, who looked so much
  like his wife. "Mmmfiiive." Jamie moaned, wiggling slightly on his lap. He
  could see the nectar flowing from her as he spanked her, he could feel her
  full breast and the point of her nipple pressing against his suddenly
  straining cock. He raised his hand again, bringing it down across her left ass
  cheek. "Si-six, Daddy." Jamie breathed. "Please" "Please what, slut?" He
  growled at her, raising his hand again. Jamie paused for a moment, her mind
  suddenly cloudy, her body seeming to take control of her and override the
  signals her brain was trying to send her about how wrong this was. "Please may
  I have another?" She groaned. Kevin grinned and brought his hand down across
  her ass again, catching the bottom of her right ass cheek where it met the top
  of her thigh. "Oohhhhsevenplease Daddy may I have another?" Kevin raised his
  hand, feeling the tingle in his fingers from the impact of his hand against
  her ass, and brought it down across the bottom of her left ass cheek. "Eight,
  Daddyplease don't stop!" Jamie begged. "Spank your bad girlpunish your naughty
  little slut!" She could feel her orgasm building, the heat growing unbearable
  between her legs. She seemed to be floating, detached from everything, as if
  in a dream, watching her Daddy spank her naughty whore ass from a distance.
  Kevin raised his hand and brought it down across the center of her right ass
  cheek, harder than any of the previous blows, feeling the sharp sting in the
  palm of his hand. "NINE, DaddyPlease moooooorrrrre!" Jamie was panting heavily
  now and writhing in his lap. He raised his hand high and brought it down with
  a resounding crack across her bare left ass cheek. Jamie jerked in his lap and
  moaned loudly, trying to choke out the word "Ten", but failing as it was
  overcome with a scream. She twitched for a moment, rubbing against his legs
  and swollen cock. He felt her juices, flowing from her cunt, soaking through
  the cotton of his khaki slacks. Kevin pushed her off his lap onto the floor at
  his feet. As she began to tremble less, she crawled closer and wrapped herself
  around his feet, kissing his legs. "You naughty, filthy whore." He said, his
  voice dripping with disgust. "Daddy tries to punish you, and you cum all over
  my lap. Is this how you behave with your jock boyfriend? Are you his little
  fucktoy?" "Noooo, Daddy." Jamie moaned, nuzzling his lower legs with her face.
  "I've never fucked Jeremy, Daddy. I broke up with Jeremy tonight, after he
  tore my panties. I'm a good girl, Daddy." "Liar!" He roared, reaching down and
  grabbing a fistful of her hair. He dragged her roughly back up onto his lap,
  laying her back and yanking up her skirt again, exposing her wet, swollen sex.
  "You've been letting him have this little cunt, haven't you, slut?" He asked,
  forcing her thighs apart with his right hand and running his fingers over her
  engorged lips. "No DaddyI'm a virgin!" Kevin rammed his middle finger into
  her, feeling the tight muscles of her cunt clamp down around it, milking it.
  He stroked his finger back out, looking at her face, then rammed his finger
  into her again. He stopped as the tip of his finger encountered her still
  intact hymen. He paused, his finger still buried within her, looking into her
  eyes, brimming with tears.



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