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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
home…not 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 girl…I 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. "Here…a 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 eighteen…old 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 Jenny…or 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 single…for 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
window…curtains Jamie had made…and 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 to…talk." 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, please…I'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-wo…One."

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.

"Mmm…fiiive." 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.

"Oohhhh…seven…please 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, Daddy…please don't stop!" Jamie begged. "Spank your bad girl…punish 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, Daddy…Please 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 Daddy…I'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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