Domming Daughter Dani – Part 39 of 51 – PAYBACK 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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Tip from a Pedo Groomer #472: Never underestimate the power of a good shun. A little shun isn’t going to work. A little ignore is what a molested kid wants most. I’m talking about a double-barreled, passive-aggressive, unnerving, Amish-quality SHUN.

I didn’t say a word to Allison for six days. Caryn didn’t either. Dani went almost three days without a single utterance, and then kept her frosters on full-blast in spite of what little conversating had to be done with Ally in the course of a day.

We didn’t invite Allison to meals, although she showed up late to every table gathering. We talked, but we talked around her. I could not have been more effusively in love with Dani. I told her I’d take her to Best Buy and finally buy her her own computer. I even upped the offer and suggested maybe she wanted a laptop. (This was a few years ago when laptops were twice the cost of a desktop unit. 

We didn’t even make eye contact with Allison. I could see Ally’s big brown doe eyes darting nervously between looking at us and looking down at her plate. I watched her get evermore insecure and begin unravelling. 

On Friday I arrived home from work and walked to my room past Ally howling behind her door. I kept walking. I ducked into my walk-in closet and started changing from my work clothes into casual wear. I turned around to see Dani standing in the doorway wearing her little cream-and-blue cheerleading outfit. God damn, that kid was beautiful.

“Hey Daddy,” she said.

“You better knock, honey,” I smiled. “You might walk in on me naked.”

“Oh that’d be a shock,” Dani smirked. “You hear Allison?”

“I hear. I just don’t care.”

“You going to send her back to her mom’s?”

“Oh, Sweetie, if it were that simple I would have already done it. Why, is that what she’s crying about? She homesick?”

“No. Just mad.”

“Boo-hoo,” I said. I had no reason to change my underwear, but I did anyway, stripping off my boxers and letting my schlong thicken and flop against my thigh. Half shock value, half mind game. I took my time, pretending like I couldn’t find the right pair of new underwear in the drawer.

“Mrs. Waites is giving her the silent treatment too,” Dani said. I glanced over to see that her eyes were locked on my ass. Finally some signs that she was starting to develop her own sexual sense-of-self.

“Good,” I said. I scratched my balls dramatically. “Gah, my nuts are itching like crazy,” I said. “C’mere and scratch my sack.”

“Clothes on or off?” Dani asked.

“Oh, leave them on,” I said. “That cheerleading skirt is killing me.”

Dani smiled. “You’re such a perv, Daddy.”  She walked to me deeper in the closet. “On my knees?”

“Naw, just hurry up and scr-- OH SHIT, yeahyeahyeah. That’s it. God demn. That’s the ticket. More on the front. Lower. More in the middle- theretherethere! Shityeah. That’s great. Don’t stop.”

Dani’s sculpted little nail tips darted and danced all over my hairless balls. I could feel the hairs in my ears stand up when the electricity started washing over my skin.

“Allison, thinks you are some kind of rich, connected kingpin or something,” Dani said. Her conversation was matter-of-fact while the fingers on her left hand played me like a fiddle. “She’s following me around the bus, all upset.”

“Oh those fingers of yours make me feel like a king,” I said.

“Daddy, I’m still mad at Allison, but she’s feeling really bad about everything?”

“Oooo, ooooh, yeah,” I twitched at the swirling waves of chicken skin rippling up my torso and down my arms and legs. “So your sister is feeling bad that she tried to break up the family and send me to jail, huh? That’s good to know.”

“I did everything I could to protect the family, Daddy.”

“Oh Sugar, you sure did. You did great.” I leaned down and kissed Dani on the forehead. She looked up and puckered and I kissed her on the lips. Her kissback was unusually soft. I kissed again. Dani’s mouth opened and her tongue popped out. I tongued her long, pink aardvark tongue.

My cock started lifting to a full erection, dragging across the hem of Dani’s cheerleading top on its way to rock hard.

Much to my surprise, Dani let go of my nuts and grabbed her warm, soft, little hand under the head of my pecker and began to tug upwards, dragging her little thumb across the sticky face.

I don’t know what got into her. Maybe it was the fresh meat competition now in her house. Something had sparked in Dani. I don’t think she was slutty and horny at eight and a half. I think she just started to “get it” that Daddy was another chore that all the girls of the house were responsible for looking after.

There we were. Dani clothed in her uniform. Me buck ass naked. Both of us standing in the middle of a walk-in closet. Tongue-whipping each other’s mouths while Dani’s tiny hand pulled pre-come from the tip of my cock with hard little shicka-shicka-shicka jerk strokes.

“Oh boy,” Caryn’s voice made us both jump. “I shouldn’t be surprised, should I?”

“Don’t stop,” I said to Dani. “Jack. Jack my cock.” 

Dani’s hand went back into motion. The wet drumbeat of my meatus flapping open and closed resumed. Dani looked suspiciously at the unhappy expression of her mother.

“Dani-bitch was just debriefing me,” I said.

Caryn arched an eyebrow. “Literally, it would appear.” 

“Our uninvited guest is not happy.”

“I heard. Neither am I. You are naked in our room with my eight year old daughter’s hand wrapped around your hard cock, kissing like newlyweds.”

“Watch your tone,” I said in a deep voice. “Your coven sister is merely doing her job.”

Caryn was still perturbed, but she tried not to show it. “Can I at least help?” She stepped in and kissed me.

“I dunno,” I said. “Do you have a cheerleading outfit?”

Caryn huffed. “I’m totally going to have to get one,” she said. “Dani-bitch looks fucking adorable.”

“Agreed,” I said. 

I kissed Dani one more time and then sent her away. Small steps. For both molested daughter and reluctant mother, small steps.

Caryn tried to get me to go out and lay on the bed, but I kept her right where she was, standing in the closet. I didn’t let her drop to her knees. I just made her finish Dani’s tugjob until I spurted ropes of semen all over her three-hundred dollar Merino wool skirt and suit jacket. I ruined it.

Caryn changed into her jeans and casual wear for the evening, but she was still huffy about having walked in on Dani and me. “Skip,” she hissed. “Really? Can’t you wait a little longer? Dani’s too young for cock work.”

I nodded. “Yup. You’d think. But she’s the one who initiated with me.”

“An eight year old ripped the clothes off a thirty-two year old man? Really?”

“She walked in on me changing,” I said.

“Well, can’t you just use the other little bitch in there and leave Dani alone for a while?”

I put a finger in Caryn’s chest. “Not another word. You don’t second guess my authority. Do you need a little more time riding the roof to figure that out?”

“No, Daddy.” Caryn’s eyes dropped. Then the subject dropped as well. 

Of course, Caryn was right. I could do any damn thing I wanted to any of the bitches in my coven, but Dani was too young for sexing her dad. Allison was also too young at ten, says a rational person and me in rational moments.

Unfortunately for Allison, someone had already broken that little bitch before I came along.

I think.

Either Allison cried wolf the first time with Kevin and ended up moving into the biggest baddest wolf’s forest... Or she was the unluckiest little bitch on the planet to find herself running from one pedo into the arms of a six-foot four pedo sadist with virtually no checks or accountability on him. 

Out of the frying pan. Into the volcano.

I was certainly going to have some probing questions for her when she spent her Spring Break week chained in the basement, running a circuit between the spanking horse and the doghouse. I also had the balance of a week to add a new punishment to my dungeon.