Domming Daughter Dani – Part 30 of 51 – GROOMING DANI PART TWO

By Dutchboy

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Story codes: mdom, male dominant, incest, inc, true, bdsm, some pedo, spanking, mmf and mff. 

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The next big page turn in my incest playbook happened when Dani complained about me bathing her.

She had just started Second Grade.

“Daddy, I can take baths all by myself,” Dani pouted as I dipped the bar of Dove into the steamy tub water and worked up the first sudsy lather over her chest with my big hands.

“You sure about that?” I asked. I knew the day was coming, but I was still a little stunned.

“I’m sure, Daddy. I can bathe myself.”

I rinsed and dried my hands. Without a word I walked out to the garage and grabbed a hammer and a nail set.  I walked back into the Hallway bathroom where Dani was bathing and I popped the brass pins on all three hinges. I removed the bathroom door completely and carried it down into the storage area of the basement. Then I did the same to the door on Dani’s room.

Dani sensed something was wrong. By the time I got both doors off and arrived back at the Hallway bathroom with a scotch, a folding chair, and my new Spankin’ Paddle, Dani was out of the tub and trying to get dry as quickly as she could. She’d already pulled the drain, but the water was still almost all in the tub. I reached over and closed the drain again.

“Get your ass back in that tub,” I growled.

“Daddy I’m already dr--”

*C*R*A*C*K*! My new Spankin’ Paddle made its first acquaintance with girly ass. The sound was exquisite. So was the high pitch “Yip” Dani made after it connected. Beautiful.

Here’s the joke: The much vaulted and often ballyhooed Spankin’ Paddle of family legend was a 99 cent paddleball paddle from Toys R Us.  It had a blue inking of ol’ Geoffrey the Giraffe on it. I just pulled out the staple that held he elastic band (and ball) and wrapped a couple of loops of black electrical tape around the handle part to make it look more menacing. Light as a feather. Made of some kind of thin birch/balsa plywood that was strong as hell, given the small surface area.

But Jesus Christ that thing hurt. It did. I whacked myself in the thigh a couple times to test it out. It sounded impressive and it did quite a bit of damage. If you can still find one, I recommend it highly.

Both Dani’s little feet left the tile floor at the same time. She lost her grip on the towel and it dropped. Dani didn’t cry beyond her startled “Yip!” She was in shock.

I was a ninja. My arm snaked around her other side and put a matching tag on her other ass cheek. The results were just as satisfying. Dani started crying, which made it even better. Both her hands were on respective ass cheeks like she was playing the final rounds of the Hokey-Pokey. Her little pussy slit was thrust out and her long wet dark hair made Rocharch flames on each side of her pale nipples. Her eyes were enormous. 

Goddamn, that kid was gorgeous.

Most girls are cute toddlers, then morph into larval lumps through their preteen years. No problem. The longer a girl is larval, the better chance they’ll pop into something amazing.

Then there are those girls. The girls in third grade that were already so pretty they made you dizzy.

Dani was one of those girls. She was really gorgeous in the face, even at a young age. She turned grown men’s heads, and not just pervs like me. I kept her dark brown hair long and loose, which framed her pale skin even more dramatically and drew attention to her perfectly feminine facial features.

Unfortunately, Dani lost Caryn’s button nose some time in her first few years. Not a honker. Straight and average, but no longer the little upturned wedge that I value on women.

Her feet were going to be bigger than Caryn’s feet too, but at least they were perfectly proportioned with high insteps and little round toes.

I’m on record as saying I wanted a daughter with Suzie Wagner’s slutty brain and Caryn’s curvy, big-titted, short, compact body. By the time Dani was in second grade, it was obvious that I was not going to get the short-and-stacked body type I wanted out of Dani. She was shaping up to look more like a brunette Suzie Wagner, taller than average and thin and lanky.

But goddamn. That face of hers made up for it. Caryn was a brooder who could pull on a decent Southern smile when she needed one. Dani was just an out-and-out smiler. Radiant and bright. The kid smiled all the time. This made her pained, punishment face even more of a beautiful curiosity to me. I love it even more than her giggles.

“Get your ass back in that tub. NOW!” I said.

Dani’s coltish legs hurdled the lip of the bathtub and splashed heavy. She quickly turned to protect her backside from another bite of the paddle. She stood with her butt pressed into the soap dish behind her, sizing up my anger, her big nervous eyes darting from my eyes to my shoulders, waiting to see if I was going to strike again.

I sat in the folding chair and took a long swig on my glass of Scotch.

“Now,” I said calmly. “Soap up my tits.”

Dani’s fingers locked around the slippery bar of Dove behind her and she nervously ran a figure eight smear of white around her nipples.

“No,” I said. “Lather ‘em up. Make ‘em bubble.”

Dani wasn’t sure how to proceed. She started to squat back into the tub water to wet the soap bar and I corrected her.

“Turn the shower head on. Stand up. No, not so strong. Just a mist. Yeah. Like that. Now soap my titties up.”

Dani did. Her eyes stayed locked on mine, waiting for me to launch up at her.

“Turn around. All the way.” I sipped my drink. “Now soap up that ass. Lemme see a finger go up that pink asshole. More. More. There you go. Daddy’s going to start auditing your cleanliness. I’m going to stick my tongue in that ass and it better taste squeaky clean. If it tastes like shit, I’m going to show you something you won’t forget. Got it?”

“Y-y-yes Daddy.”

“Turn around.”

Dani turned back to face me.

“Dance.”

“Wha-- Daddy?”

“Dance, bitch. I’m paying for lessons, the least you can do is a little shower dance for your Daddy. Put on a show. Go.”

Of course she was baffled. She had only taken ballet with a little tap. Neither of which was going to do her much good in a shower or standing shin-deep in tepid tub water.

“Move. Shake that ass. Play with your hair. Put on a show for me.”

Dani began trying to slowly spin and sway, stepping right. Stepping left. A little sloshy shuffle one way and then the other. She spun. The more she tried to relax, the more she knew she was awkward and failing and the more humiliated she became to be dancing naked in an open shower while her dad leaned an elbow on the sink and pulled sips from a glass. She flushed. Her face was angry, but she was trying not to cry.

Oh God. I’d give anything to have that dance on video tape. Dani had been Dommed before and she’d had her ass tested. But that was her first real humiliation. It was mesmerizing.  I let it go on until tears started coming down heavier than the water.

I stood and folded my voyeur chair. “Turn it off. Dry off.” I mumbled. 

“Yes, Daddy,” Dani said, angry and robotic.

“And then get your ass downstairs. I’ll tell Caryn-bitch to meet you there.”

In the periphery of my vision I saw Dani freeze. She whined out a long “Awwwwwwwnooooooooo, Dadd-deeeeeeeee!”

I smiled, tossed the Spankin’ Paddle into a rotation, and caught it out of the air before whistling my way down the hall.

The first night of adding the Spankin’ Paddle to the basement spanking ritual was a huge success. First I went through the regular lap spanking routine with my hand. The only variation was -- and this was a last second stroke of genius -- I spanked Caryn southpaw from the opposite side. Then I had them kneel doggy, shoulder to shoulder, while I stood behind them and whipped the Spankin’ Paddle randomly between four rosey ass cheeks. Caryn fucking hated the paddle. She trashed really hard and screamed. Both she and Dani tried to crawl forward away from the blows when the paddle fixed on their respective upturned asses.

Note to self: I had to custom build a couple of spanking horses for my bitches; something I could strap their legs and arms into. Something where their asses would floating high in the air and I wouldn’t have to bend over and chase them around like cats.

I was very turned on by all the ass smacking. I briefly considered starting to spank and paddle Caryn’s tits and pussy too, but I didn’t play that card just yet. First of all, that meant Dani would have to watch me reconcile by sucking Caryn’s tits and licking her pussy. We were close, but Dani wasn’t ready for that. Second, the paddle was “new enough” for one punishment session. Small steps. Move “The Line” in small increments.

Both of the bitches were bawling hard when I finished paddling their asses. It wasn’t unusual for Caryn to cry after a spanking, but not like that. She could internalize a lot of pain. That paddle unraveled her.

My cock was about to rip out of my slacks.

I recited my lines. “Bitches, All that wiggling ass made my dick hard. I won’t abide a cock tease in my house. Which one of you bitches is going to suck the hard out of me?”

For the first time in the nine times that I’d said those words, there came no response. Caryn always volunteered to suck my cock. That time she did not. Caryn stared at my knees and fumed anger as the last streams of pain tears dripped off the sides of her chin and into the basement carpet.

“Bitches?” I said. “Bitches, one of you better answer me, or you’ll both suck a load of my come.”

Another awkward pause ensued. Finally Caryn spoke, practically spitting the words between her clenched teeth. “I’ll suck your cock, Daddy.” The words were pure venom.

I stood and shucked my pants and underwear to give my trapped and aching prick some relief and room to twitch.

“Very well,” I said. “Caryn-bitch, get over here and suck my cock. Dani-bitch, kneel there and rub Daddy’s balls and warm his come before it goes down Caryn-bitch’s throat.”

Not counting the first spanking ritual where I pushed Dani’s hand into my balls after I was already pumping sperm, Dani reached up and started massaging my sack for exactly the eighth time. She always did it the same; Dani pressed a few fingers flat against the front of my bag and made pathetic little circles with the last extention of her digits, as if she was trying to make as little contact as possible with my nuts. Nutjob Number Eight was totally different. While Caryn latched a hot, wet suck on my dick in a dutiful, submissive mouth piston, Dani’s fingers pressed into the front of my sack. Then they separated. Dani’s fingertips bent into four claws and she began pulling the remnants of her over-chewed, stubby fingernails down the front and around the bottom of my shaved bag.

Dani was working me for pleasure. On her own (Well, yaknow... mostly, given the circumstances.) She scratched the sides. She scratched the back side of my balls, shooting a hard shiver through my asshole and up through my shoulders and forearms.

Dani’s expression (eight times blank and bored) now turned curious. Once she made me shiver, she tried again to hit the same spot on the backside of my scrotum and succeeded. Her eyebrows arched a little and it was obvious she was suddenly interested in the basic mechanics of Daddy’s pleasure spots.

I didn’t make it five minutes before my nerves broiled over like spaghetti water onto the burner. I wrenched and flexed. Caryn got a mouthful of sticky hot jets. It was a great come. I can still remember it. I wish I’d videotaped that one too. It was a watershed turning point.

Using Caryn’s incest map, I had planned to start Dani on her first cock suck sometime between eight and a half and nine. Based on Seven year-old Dani’s expression as she fondled my balls, that train was running right on schedule.

As per ritual, I put them both on the padded bench individually and kissed their crimson ass globes. Dani’s red ass always seemed to glow brighter because of the contrast with her pale skin. Each of them flinched when I licked their ass cheeks. The wet roughness of my tongue felt like a burning. I nuzzled (“loved”) all four ass cheeks, making sure to rub my five o’clock shadow whiskers against their most inflamed spots until they squealed.

Instead of reconciling with them individually, I waited until I was done and then sat back in my chair.  “Get over here, bitches,” I said. Caryn crawled up on my left side and Dani on my right.  

“Bitches, both of you answer me at the same time. What did you get spanked with?”

“Your hand, Daddy.” Perfect unison. Damn near a harmony.

“Kiss the hands that spanked you, bitches.” I demanded. For the first time I held out I held BOTH my palms up at the same time. (Remember spanking Caryn with my left hand?) Two sets of lips began smooching at each of my palms. Kisses in stereo. What a mind trip. 

“Lick the hand that spanked you, bitches!” I demanded. Two sets of lips transformed into two hot wet tongues and began painting my palms and fingers. Bliss. 

“Love the hand that spanked you, bitches” Both girls nuzzled against my hand. Dani meant it. Caryn was going through the paces.

“That’s lovely,” I said, reluctantly pulling my hands back. “Now what else did you two bitches get spanked with?”

This time it wasn’t in unison, but they both said, “The paddle, Daddy,” in a halting overlap.

I always thought that having them kiss and lick a piece of wood would be a stupid placeholder, a temporary perfunctory ritural until they were both kissing and licking my cock after I cockswatted their faces, tits, and pussys. But I held the paddle perpedicular to the floor between the girls, right at my cock level. “Kiss the paddle that spanked you,” I said.

They did. It was sexy as fucking hell. There was 3/8th of an inch of plywood curtain between mother kissing daughter. The paddle was a placeholder, alright. I was a placeholder for the day when they’d both be on their hands and knees kissing each side of my cock.

“Lick the paddle that spanked you,” I boomed. They did. I could already envision my cock where the paddle was, getting laps from both my bitches at once. My spent cock got a little thicker.

I had them both Nuzzle/Love on the paddle at the same time. Not as much fun as watching them tag team a wooden phallus, but still pretty cool.

“Alright, before I let you go, we need to clear up a few housekeeping items. First of all, Danielle-bitch, you don’t EVER tell me what I can or can’t do to that little bitch body that I own, are we clear?”

“Yesdaddy.” Whisper.

“I may or may not bathe you. I may or may not come watch when you bathe yourself. And if I miss bathtime, then after bathtime you wait in your room for exactly ten minutes. If I don’t come for inspection, then go ahead and put on your nightshirt. Otherwise, you wait at least ten minutes for Daddy to come inspect his bitch before you cover what belongs to me. You got it?”

“Yesdaddy.”

“And you, Caryn-bitch. Dani-bitch’s hands look like feet. She needs some nails. I’m putting you in charge of making sure Dani-bitch grows some pretty fingernails.”

Caryn nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Alright, Dani-bitch, you and I are reconciled.” I bent down and kissed her on the lips.  “You’re my good girl. I love you.” I kissed her again. My cock was half way back to erect. “Now skeedaddle. Caryn-bitch and I need to talk a little about her attitude.”

“Yes Daddy.” Dani was a red and white streak, swooshing up the stairs.

Caryn and I stared at each other for a long time, me in my chair, her on her knees.

“Daddy, that paddle hurts like hell,” Caryn huffed defensively. “It hurts worse than a cane.”

I nodded. I smiled.

The smile chilled Caryn. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry, Daddy. Can I please make right with you?”  Caryn said “please” more like she was annoyed and not like she was submissive.

I’d had the eye bolt mounted into the floor joists above us for almost a year. Finally I had a crime worthy of the punishment.

I’d practiced on my own the bondage knots Dutch had performed years before. It was showtime. I didn’t have a ring gag, so Caryn got a bright red ball gag. I tied each of her wrists to the opposite elbow. I bound her ankles. I laid Caryn across the padded bench, tits-down. I locked her big toes together with a thin twine.

Fuck. That pony-tail noose knot was way harder than it looked. I’d practiced the knot, but Caryn’s hair was so damn silky it was like trying to lasso snot. The noose knot kept slipping. I kept retying it. It kept slipping. I pulled a small radiator clamp off my work bench and fucking screwed it down over the ponytail knot, finally clamping the fucker in place. I pulled Caryn into a reverse backbend through the eyebolt. 

Caryn was finally back in Dutch’s stress position, only this time she had to keep her left-right balance on the padded bench as well. If she slid off one side of the bench while she was struggling, she was fucked. I wasn’t sure if her hair would pull out of her skull before her back broke. 

I admired my work as Caryn began to grunt in pain.

Ehn. It didn’t look right. The metal clamp on her hair cut into the optics. I’m sure Caryn couldn’t tell a difference, but I could. It looked like an amateur job. 

I turned the lights off on Caryn and went upstairs to Caryn’s room by way of my bathroom closet. I grabbed a bottle of strawberry-flavored lubricant oil. I was still wearing only my oxford. My cock was slapping back and forth against my thighs, spitting strings of cold after-come that didn’t have enough sperm in them to keep them from rolling right down past my knees.

I wasn’t entirely sure what I was going to do when I got to Dani’s room.

She was kneeling on her bed in her nightshirt when I walked through the doorless entry of her room. “Off,” I made a lifting motion with my hand.

Dani nervously pulled the shirt over her head. 

“Bitch up,” I said.

“Toward you or away?” Dani asked quietly.

“Away. Ass to me.”

Dani went to all fours.

“Elbows,” I said.

Dani’s hands went forward and she held her face off the mattress by her elbows, pointing her ass even more prominently in the air.

“Get those knees apart,” I grumbled. 

Dani pushed her legs further apart and her pussy mound pulled apart to expose a bright pink fuckmeat slit below her red ass cheeks.

I remember that moment clearly. My cock went full-on. That was the first time I actually wanted to fuck my daughter. That was the first time I weighed how easy it would be to just squirt that strawberry flavored oil on my cock and push on forward into Dani’s upturned pussy. She was still a girl. She had no sexual characteristics besides a round ass and a pretty face. And I wanted her. I wanted her bad.

I put a big dollop of an oil bead on my finger and circled Dani’s little pink ass ring. I was trying to get a tickle response from her, but she was learning submissive stoicism. She fought it. I poured more slippery on my finger and speared it through the tight lock of Dani’s asshole. I had always just put a finger tip in the hole before. That time I stuck half a digit in her hot little ass. Dani’s head snapped back on her neck and she grunted like an animal.

I corkscrewed my finger in-and-out, left-to-right to make Dani grunt harder and trash.

I did not remove my finger from Dani’s asshole before ordering her on her back. I kept her skewered on my fat finger as she dropped and threw one dancer’s leg over to twist into a missionary position.

With my free hand I flipped open the top of the lubricant bottle with a thumbnail. I dribbled out two kisses of strawberry lube on each of Dani’s flat, pale nipples. She had the bright pink pussy, but still didn’t have the electric nips.

I closed the top of the bottle and used my free hand to rub the strawberry oil in circles around each nip. I could tell from Dani’s expression that she was still more frightened than anything. She was thinking that our reconciliation downstairs didn’t stick. Her eyes also kept shooting worried glances at the hard prick dancing over her stomach.

I flipped the oil bottle open one-handed again. I put a sloppy wet squirt of cold oil into the cleft of Dani’s pussy and closed the bottle again. Still reaming her ass with my slippery right index finger, I started sloshing the strawberry oil into Dani’s pussy with my left thumb. It was as sexually aggressive as I’d ever been with Dani. I was still considering pushing my cock into that little pussy or at least putting her on her knees to suck me.

Dani had a little hint of clitty pushing back at my thumb. Her chin twitched every time my slippery thumbprint rubbed past it.

It was a moment of truth. 

I didn’t do it.

“Tomorrow morning, I’m going to check my titties and this pussy that belongs to me. They both better still taste like this.”  I pulled my thumb out of Dani’s sloppy pussy and pushed it against her lips. She opened her mouth hesitantly to lick my thumb and I jammed the whole thumb deep in her mouth. Her lips instinctively closed around my thumb. Sucking was instinctive. She sucked the strawberry oil flavored with her pussy off my thumb.

I pulled my finger out of her ass and kissed her good night. That was an exceptionally lippy kiss on my behalf. I was still thinking about what it would be like to have Dani’s pretty face wrapped around my big dick head. I was still thinking I might rape her while her mother grunted and struggled against her stress bondage below us.

Sigh. I didn’t do it. It was close, but I didn’t do it.

I had to put my dick somewhere hot and wet, though. I planned to leave Caryn in bondage for three or four hours, but I was so damn needy and horny. I went back downstairs with the intent of pulling the ball gag out of Caryn’s mouth and throat fucking her face for a while to hold me over.

By the time I got back downstairs the hair knot had slipped off completely and Caryn was laying prone on the padded bench.

#FAIL

Fuck.

I thought about beating her ass again for “escaping,” but that was a load of bullshit. Even too big a load for me. I untied her, pulled off the gag, and bitchfucked my come into her fuckhole hard and fast while her fingers tried to grip around the padded bench under her.

That night, I didn’t let Caryn into my bed. Just on principal. Just to be a dick. When she asked permission to enter my bed as she did every night, I refused her and made her sleep on the floor.

I had just started to drift off when a Southern lilt from the end of the bed whispered “Daddy?”

“What now, Bitch?”

“I just need to know. That thing about Dani’s fingernails? Are you serious about wanting her to have long fingernails?”

“Uh, as opposed to?” I mumbled.

“As opposed to just having a reason to beat our asses all the time? Do you really want her to have pretty fingernails? Or do you really want to beat our asses?”

I actually had to think about this. “Fingernails,” I said.

“Okay,” Caryn said. “Because that’s going to cost some money.”

“No plastic nails,” I grumbled. “You know I hate those. Artificial nails are too thick. They don’t scratch like real nails.”

“No, not tips. Prenatal vitamins.”

“Like I fucking care. Get some damn vitamins if you think that will help.”

“You’ll care. Prenatal vitamin packs cost like two dollars per day. They are sixty bucks for a one month box.”

“Oh,” I said, doing the math. “Almost seven hundred dollars per year for fingernails?”

“Fourteen hundred. If Dani’s getting prenatal vitapaks, I’m getting them too. No way she’s having better nails and hair than I do.”

“Hair? Wha?”

“Never mind. Do you want to pay for long, real fingernails for both of us, or do you just want to beat our asses?”

“Both,” I mumbled. “But buy the fucking vitamins and let me get some sleep.”

“One more thing.”

“Aw, shut the fuck up and go to sleep already.”

“You can’t keep rubbing baby oil all over her after every bath.”

“I can do whatever I want with my daughter.”

“She’s going to have skin like a fucking peperoni pizza if you keep that up, Sk-- Uh, Daddy. She already has blackheads the size of M&Ms. There are real medicated lotions she needs for her skin, lotions that will do something besides make her smell like a diaper. She needs walnut scrubs for her feet and heels. You hate stained bottoms of feet on a girl, right? She needs to start protecting her lips with a balm. She’s going to be a skin cancer magnet with that Casper hide of hers, so she needs some kind of makeup with an SPF built in. I know it’s too early for her to be wearing makeup, but she’s a melanoma magnet. And let’s face it, she too young for a lot of things, but she’s dealing with them anyway.”

I hadn’t thought about it before, but Caryn was probably right. She knew more about girl maintenance than I did.

“Okay,” I said. Maybe I should have beat Caryn’s ass for being sassy, but I was tired and spent from two hard sex sessions.

“Daddy?”

“Go to sleep, bitch!”

“Daddy, can I suck your cock?”

“No. I’ve got nothing left.”

“Please Daddy?”

“Go to sleep, bitch.”

“Please? I’ll suck you dry and go right back in the floor?”

There was something about that submissive line that sent the first tingle down my cock.

I let Caryn on the bed to suck me one more time.

She didn’t go back in the floor, but I was out like a light after I came a third time. I didn’t care.

I still had not recovered the next morning. All the sex hormones had been drained from my body. Dani was dressing for school when I shuffled through her doorless doorway. 

“Did you think I was kidding? Get your clothes off my body.” I said, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

Dani stripped to skin quickly. I had her lay on her back, sideways across the bed. I kissed her on the lips lightly. I licked and sucked each of her barely-existent nipples for the first time, but only for seconds each. I wasn’t horny. I was merely making good on a threat. Yes, I could still taste strawberry.

I pushed her knees back and dropped my tongue into the pink folds of her pussy for the first time. Again, I should have enjoyed it more, but I didn’t have two sperms left in my ‘nads to rub together. I made a point of dragging five or six tongue swipes past Dani’s little clit bud, but she didn’t flinch or do anything but lay there and look away into the distance. That wasn’t very sexy either.  Her ass only had little purple freckles to show she had been recently paddled. I pushed her knees back into her chest and kissed each ass bruise. I dropped her legs and kissed her lips.

“Good girl,” I mumbled. “Now get ready for school.”

That was as seething mad as I had ever seen Dani to that point. She was as mad as her mother had been the night before. Her face was bright red and angry tears welled up in her eyes as she pulled on her panties quickly and with much exaggeration. Two humiliations, back-to-back, and Dani was not taking it well. I was pushing “The Line” too far, too fast.

I didn’t back down. I didn’t double-down. I said, “Remember, wait ten minutes after your shower tonight before you put on your clothes, Doll. We’ll do it all over again tonight and tomorrow.” I  stumbled into the kitchen to get coffee. 

So... Apparently I’d crossed “The Line.” 

Too bad. Where’s the creamer?