Domming Daughter Dani – Part 35 of 51 – BREAKING ALLY DOWN

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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Ally was in the house less than an hour before it all started going to shit.

Ally was impressed with the house as we pulled up the driveway. “Are we rich or somethin’?” she asked.

“I’ve been in the right place at the right time. We’re comfortable,” I answered.

Caryn and Dani met us on the front doorstep and took turns hugging Ally and trying to make her feel welcome.

We had one of the empty rooms that we had been using as a library cleared out and a mattress set waiting for Ally. Caryn said we should wait and let Ally have some input on buying her own furniture. Caryn said it would be a bonding experience.

Ally was shocked by the starkness of her new room. We tried to reassure her that furniture was just an afternoon away in the future.

Dani took Ally to see her lavishly appointed room.

“Whoa,” said Ally. “Where’s your door? Why don’t you have a door on your room?”

Dani froze. I was close enough in the hall to hear the conversation. I stuck my head around the frame. “Danielle had a discipline incident a while ago,” I said. “She lost her privacy privileges. I told you that I’m a strict dad, remember?”

“What did she do, Scott?”

I took a deep breath. “That’s between me and Dani. The point is that I had expectations for Dani and she fought me on them and I won. And that’s the last time you call me ‘Scott,’ Honey. It’s ‘dad’ or ‘daddy’ if you want.”

“What if she needs to change clothes? What does she do?”

“She changes clothes,” I said. “Dani’s not allowed to hide things from me. You aren’t either.”

“Well I can change my underwear without a parade walking past my room watching me.”

I stared Ally down. “You have a door. For now,” I said. “Mess with me and that might change.”

It took less than two minutes before Ally came storming right back up to me. “There is no door on our bathroom.”

“That’s right,” I said.

“How am I supposed to pee and poop with no door on the bathroom?”

“The same way you pee and poop with a door,” I said. “You sit on the toilet.”

Actually, in the years that Dani had gone without a bathroom door, I’d watched her bathe maybe two dozen times, having replaced the shower curtain with a clear one so I could see everything and Dani knew she was being watched. But I’d only walked past the bathroom when she was dropping a deuce maybe fewer than five times. Like any prisoner, she’d trained herself to poop everyday at the same time, right when she got home from school when I was still at work. I’m not German. I had no scatalogical ambitions to see my submissive little bitch baking brownies. Every time I caught Dani in the middle of a dump I hooted as I passed by, but that was just for basic humiliation.

“Scott,” Ally wagged her little finger at me. “That’s just messed up. Put the door back on the bathroom right now!”

“What did I tell you about calling me by my name?”

“Daddy, put the door back on the bathroom right now, Daddy. How’s that, Daddy? Is that better Daddy?”

Sigh. I knew that the “breakdown spanking” was inevitable. I just hoped against hope that it would take a couple days or a week before it came to a head.

“Okay,” I sighed, “C’mon, Allison.” I put my hand on her shoulder. I don’t know what she thought was going to happen, but I didn’t have any problem guiding her down the hallway and into her room.

“Take your clothes off,” I said. “All of them.”

I knew she wouldn’t. I knew it would be a fight. It was. Not much of one. I stripped her clothes off her easily. I had her naked with her little hands locked over her head in the big grip of my left hand in just a few seconds. Ally was trying to jerk and scream. I sat on her mattress and yanked her ass-up over my lap.  

Niiiiice tan little round ass. I thought Dani had a sweet bubble butt, but Ally had a juicy plum cleft for a bottom. Yes.

Oh, how that little bitch fought me. She was almost thirty ass smacks into the spanking before she broke, showing her first loss of spirit. She howled and cried as I gave her fifteen more stingers, alternating between ass cheeks, but she stopped thrashing and stopped trying to scratch my leg. I took the opportunity to pull her cheeks apart and check her pink asshole. Not as pristine as Dani’s. She needed a good soaping.

“Whaaaah are you doiiiiiin?” Ally cried.

“I’m taking inventory of what belongs to me,” I said. “Turn over.”

I stood up and dropped Ally on her back on the mattress. With one hand I parted the cleft of her tiny pussy and examined the shape and color. Average pink. Very meaty for a ten year old. Very meaty for any girl. When I released her mons, her twat folded back into a little tongue line sticking out of the bun of her hairless mons.

Allison had a big, dark red freckle on the top of her right nipple. Half of it was on the aureola and half on the bud of the protruding part of the narp. Straddling the crease. Other than that, Allison had decent skin. I was used to Caryn’s pale skin and Dani’s alabaster chalk skin. Ally’s golden hide looked positively tribal to me. Nice change of pace.

“Kid,” It hurt me not to call her ‘bitch’ but we were still in Hour One. “Kid, I don’t know what the fuck went on with you and your mom or you and Dennis, but if you think you are getting over on me, you are fucking with the wrong bull. This is my show. My house. Everything in it belongs to me. That includes you, Kid. You belong to me now. All of you.”

“You spank really hard,” Ally sobbed.

“You have no fucking idea,” I smiled. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Putting my clothes back on.”

“No,” I said. “Those are my clothes. Leave them right where they are.”

“Noooo!” Ally stamped her bare feet on the hardwoods. It made the little pinch of titty fat around her pale nipples jiggle.

“Oh yes.”

“How am I going shopping for furniture naked?”

“Well that might be a problem,” I said. “So you’ll have to go tomorrow, assuming you get with the program and we don’t extend this spanking thing into this evening or beyond.

“I’m not going to be walking around this house all naked by myself all night!”

I nodded. “That’s true. You won’t be the only one naked. Danni-bitch! Caryn-bitch! Get your asses in here, now!”

My wife and daughter dutifully walked into Ally’s bare room and started pulling off their clothes without being told. Ally’s eyes bugged.

“Kid, kneel. On your knees. Now. No, over there.  No, on the other side of Dani-bitch.”

I had all three of them kneeling nude on the hardwoods in front of me. Ally to the left, Dani in the middle and Caryn to my right.

I explained to Ally the bit about them all being equal to me, and that when one girl got in trouble, they all got in trouble. The look on Ally’s face was priceless. Raw disbelief and unveiled disgust.

“That said,” I drolled, “Caryn-bitch is first among equals. She’s my best bitch. You’ll see why firsthand soon enough. Dani-bitch is a mostly obedient daughter. So far, she’s outranking you. Anyway, who is next over my lap?”

“Me, Daddy.” Caryn and Dani in unison.

“That’s some good, bitches,” I smiled. “Caryn-bitch, you first.”

It made an impression on Ally, watching me spank my wife. Dani cried a little when it was her turn over my lap, even though I wasn’t unleashing my full swat on her ass.

It was an awkward night. All three bitches worked in the kitchen together, preparing a big dinner meal. All three of them naked. Three terrific asses and one delicious set of knockers.

I did my part to pull back and pretend everything was mostly normal, even though it clearly wasn’t normal to Ally.

Caryn and Dani took their turns sitting on my lap and doing “Daddy Time” while we watched TV in the dark, something on cable. I called Maxy to my lap. She sat tentatively. I wrapped my big arms around her and cradled her. I kissed her ear warmly. Yeah, I rubbed her round little butt cheek with my hand over and over.

“Relax,” I whispered in her ear. “This isn’t really prison. You just won the lottery. Just relax. Relax and find your place in this family. Your family. This is your family, Allison. You’re my girl. I want you to be my best girl.”

Allison’s head snapped and she looked me in the eyes suspiciously.

I arched my eyebrows.

“Sorry, Sc-- Dad. It’s just...” Ally leaned close and whispered in my ear conspiratorially. “That’s what Dennis used to say. ‘Best girl.’ “

I nodded, even though I didn’t understand.

“Sugar,” I whispered back in her ear, “Part of being mine means that you have to grow your hair out. Long.”

“As long as Dani’s?”

“Er, no. Longer. Dani got in a lot of trouble for that haircut. She’s growing it back longer.”

“Okay. I guess.”

“No guessing,” I whispered. “Tell me that you are mine. Tell me that you belong to me.”

Ally paused and then nodded hesitantly.

“No,” I said. “Say it. All of it. Say it out loud.”

“I belong to you,” Ally whispered so low I could barely hear it.

I nodded. “Good,” I said out loud. I paused the movie we were watching. “Bitches,” I said to Dani and Caryn beside us on the couch. “Ally-bitch has something she wants to say. Out loud.”

Ally blushed.

“No,” I said. “Say it. Say it so they can hear you.”

“I... I belong to him,” Ally stammered quietly.

“Daddy,” I corrected. “Say ‘I belong to Daddy. Every bit of me.’ “

Allison said it for the first time. I kissed her cheek. Dani smiled a 100 watt smile. “Welcome to the family, Sis,” Dani laughed.

I unpaused the movie. That was that for a while.

On Sunday my bitches (clothed) went shopping and put a hurt on my credit card. They brought home bags of clothes and housewares for Ally, as well as receipts for furniture that would be delivered later in the week.

Monday I took Ally to Dani’s elementary school. That was a clusterfuck. Try enrolling a kid in public school who isn’t legally your kid yet. My name wasn’t even on the copy of the birth certificate Maxy sent. Maxine had explained the situation to the principal, and had Ally’s records transferred, but every step of the registration process was a goat schtup. The release I had for Ally hadn’t been notarized. The credentials I had from my lawyer were signed in a different jurisdiction. God.

All I had going for me was State Law that said Ally had to be enrolled in school. The principal estimated that it would take a week or two to work through the legalities and collect everything I needed to satisfy her enrollment checklist.

Between Caryn and I, we didn’t have two weeks worth of days off we could take to stay home with Ally. There was no way I was leaving her home alone.

I was walking out of the principal’s office in defeat when I had a thought that spun me around and walked me back into the principal’s office.

“Hey, isn’t there some kind of ‘visit from a relative’ program where a nephew or a niece can just sit in on classes for a short time when they visit town for a long time?”

“Well yes. We’ve never used that provision in my years here, but I think we have a policy paper for that.”

“You find your policy paper. We’ll see you Wednesday morning.”

Tuesday afternoon, while we were in the house alone, I told Ally to take a shower. Then I leaned in the doorway and watched her through the clear curtain. She saw me leaning and leering and she froze.

“Get busy,” I said. “Soap up. Get that nasty ass of yours squeaky clean. Get the rest of you squeaky clean too.”

Ally just stood there, deer-in-the-headlights and trying to cover her nipples with one hand and a bar of soap.

“Fine,” I said. I threw the curtain aside and let the shower splash ricochet into the ceramic surfaces of the bathroom. I pulled the soap out of Ally’s hand and ordered her to put her palms flat against the back wall.

I soaped her back into a lather, then skipped to the back of her legs, saving her ass for last. My soapy finger slid between the crack and probed for the divot of her asshole. I found it. I circled it. Ally jerked like a live wire.

“Stop!” Ally said. “Stop, or I’ll tell!”

“Tell who?”

“Tell my mom! Tell the cops.”

“Well, you might as well have something worthwhile to tell them,” I said. I spun Ally toward me by the shoulder and cracked her across her jaw. Dropped her right down into the tub. I grabbed her hair and pulled her back on her feet. I soaped her pre-tits. I pushed the top blade of my hand into her pussy for the first time. That got her crying. I soaped her face and deliberately covered her eyes in foam.

“Rinse off. Dry off. Leave your clothes off, bitch,” I said.