Author: Amour
Title: After School Spanking
Summary: Fourteen-year-old Angie broke a promise to her
parents and came home late after school, she expected
to be punished for her poor judgment, but she got a big
surprise instead.
Keywords: Mf, ff, Asian, tickling, spank, reluc, 1st,
inc.
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Adults Only! Distribution to minors prohibited.
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Copyright (c) 2011 by Amour.
All rights reserved. No part of this story may be
reproduced in any form without the previous written
permission of the author.
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All characters and situations in this story are
fictitious.
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After School Spanking
by Amour
Part 1
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The thirteen-year-old Asian girl rode down the
street on a bicycle, her long black hair flying in the
wind behind her. Jodie Tanaka loved riding her bike
because it gave her a sense of being wild and free and
it was a thrill the way men stared at her as she
peddled by. Today she was going to visit her best
friend, Angie Anderson, and her nipples tightened with
the thought of Angie's father and the way he seemed to
notice everything about her.
Byron Anderson peeked out from behind the bedroom
curtain and watched Jodie lift her leg over the bicycle
seat as she dismounted on the driveway. His daughter
hopped down the front steps to greet her and the two
girls briefly hugged before running back inside. The
house immediately became filled with their excited
words and laughter, which was fine; he found the sound
of their voices to be pleasing.
It had been junior high girls like Jodie and Angie
who had caused him so much anguish when he was that
age. Back then nature seemed to have perpetrated a
cruel hoax; the very girls he longed to embrace had
turned into feral creatures who found him to be bookish
and boring and not even worthy of a "hello" in the
hallway at school.
Things changed when he got older. Women began to
see the value in a guy like him after he graduated from
college and pulled in a salary several times that of
the bad-boys who had infatuated them as teenagers. The
marriage to Mary had been good and he also had a
wonderful daughter, he had a full life and he should
feel satisfied, but he still secretly ached for the
kinds of young girls who had originally awakened his
lust, girls like Jodie Tanaka, who was now roughhousing
with his daughter on the living room floor.
A friendly verbal disagreement between the girls
had led to a tossing of pillows, followed by a short
chase around the coffee table and finally a wrestling
match on the living room carpet. They were both fit
little athletes, school sports involvement had sculpted
their thighs and waistlines to feminine perfection and
he found it enjoyable to watch their playful sparring.
His daughter held Jodie down on the floor and tickled
her, the pretty Japanese girl's hair spread over the
carpet as she tried to wiggle away.
"Angie, stop it, you know I'm very ticklish."
"Maybe you should have thought of that when you
tickled me at school in front of everybody," Angie
said. His daughter's skirt pulled up far enough to
expose the back of her pantie.
"It was a joke, I'm sorry, now stop it!"
Jodie writhed on the carpet as his daughter dug
her fingertips into her ribs. He thought the Japanese
girl was extremely intelligent in addition to being a
naturally sexy young lady.
"Make her stop Mr. Anderson," Jodie said with a
hysterical giggle. His daughter was sitting on top of
Jodie with her legs straddled on each side of her hips.
"I think you girls can settle this without my
help," Byron said from his position on the sofa.
"Please Mr. Anderson; I'm going crazy, you've got
to save me!"
"Don't help her Dad, Jodie tickled me in school
today, in front of a guy that I like, this is payback."
Byron sat down on the carpet next to the tussling
teens. Jodie looked wild with her hips bucking beneath
his daughter; her fiery eyes broadcast an emotional
complexity that aroused him today, just as it had when
he was that age, back when girls like her wouldn't have
anything to do with him.
"Hold her down Dad, I've got to tickle her some
more."
What fun it was to see Jodie subdued on the floor
with her legs flailing over the carpet, there wouldn't
be any harm in playing around with her for a while.
"Okay Angie, I'll help, but just a little."
"No, Mr. Anderson," Jodie said, "I want you to be
on my side."
Byron put his hand on Jodie's thigh. His daughter
couldn't see what he was doing behind her back, but
Jodie was able to gaze up at him with a naïve curiosity
as he slowly slid his hand up her thigh, and then he
moved his fingers over her zipper and her eyes widened
in disbelief and she clamped her legs together.
"Oh nooooo," Jodie complained.
Angie turned her head enough to see her father's
crimson face. "Let me get her some more Dad, she
deserves it."
"Okay Angie, just a little more."
"Pleeeease Mr. Anderson, help me!"
Jodie mouth dropped open when he slid a single
finger down below her zipper and rubbed the seam
between her tightly closed thighs, and he looked into
her beautiful and confused eyes while his daughter
continued to tickle her, and he could see the resolve
to resist fading from Jodie's face as her legs
gradually parted.
The pretty Japanese girl twisted her body in mock
resistance while he pulled her leg to the side; her
eyes glowed when he massaged below her zipper and she
pushed her crotch upward as his thumb skillfully
massaged where her clitoris poked into the wet pantie.
"Aaahhh, you guys, ooohhh," Jodie whimpered.
Jodie rocked her pelvis in a motion that was
uncharacteristically lewd for a thirteen-year-old girl;
her pants felt damp beneath between her legs and the
harder he rubbed and squeezed, the more she shoved her
pussy toward his molesting fingers. He had fantasized
about a moment like this since he'd been in junior
high; it was like he had been transported back to the
eighth grade, he was a horny schoolboy once again, and
he was having his turn with the sexiest little girl in
school.
"OOOOHHHH, AAAAHHHH," Jodie wailed.
Jodie shuddered and rolled her head back and forth
on the carpet; beads of perspiration formed on her
forehead and she thrust her hips upward; he could feel
her pussy twitching inside her pants.
Angie leaned forward and held both of Jodie's
hands on the floor; it was oddly pleasing to see the
back of his daughter's skirt pulled up, and it was
interesting to watch the subtle way that Angie slid her
crotch over Jodie's stomach.
"What's gotten into you Jodie? I'm not even
tickling you anymore," Angie said.
Jodie's heavy breathing began to recede and she
looked up at them from the floor with dazed eyes. "That
was an amazing tickle session; I guess I kind of went
crazy."
The girls got up off the floor and moved to the
sofa and Byron sat down beside them. His arousal over
Jodie persisted, he hadn't reached the moment of
satisfaction like she had, and now the two girls looked
so sweet and pretty; he wanted to take both of them,
but he couldn't, his wife would be home soon.
"I didn't know you had a boyfriend," Bryon said to
his daughter.
"He's sort of a boyfriend. I've been working on
him for a while, he's just starting to warm up to me."
"He's cute, but kind of shy," Jodie said.
Byron smiled, "There's nothing wrong with being
shy."
"Angie wants him to hurry up and kiss her."
Jodie's eyes mischievously twinkled as she twisted her
long black hair in her fingers.
"Shut up Jodie!" Angie yelled.
"There's nothing wrong with wanting to kiss your
boyfriend Angie, just don't get carried away."
"I won't Dad. Now let's change the subject."
The girls had known each other for a long time and
Byron understood how they interacted and he knew that
his daughter wasn't really mad; she was simply insecure
in her relationship with the boy. The pathways of the
heart can be torturous territory for a young girl to
navigate, and Byron secretly wished his daughter well
with her love interest.
* * *
Mary came home from work and started dinner, and
Byron dutifully went to the kitchen and gave her a hug;
he still loved his wife with all his heart, but the
thrill had left the marriage a long time ago. Angie and
Jodie watched the adults embrace and smiled at each
other, and then they excused themselves and went back
to Angie's bedroom where they both sat on the bed.
"So has your boyfriend tried anything with you
yet?" Jodie said while tossing long black hair over her
shoulders.
"Not really, he only hugs me, kind of like my mom
and dad just did."
"Maybe you need to give him a little nudge in the
right direction."
"I'm the kind of girl who likes the guy to make
the first move." Angie scraped a flake of nail polish
off her thumb.
"Maybe he only wants to be friends," Jodie said.
"I think he just needs some time."
"How long are you willing to wait? Look Angie,
lots of guys would like to be with you. Why waste your
time with a guy who doesn't?"
"Maybe you're right, I do like him as a friend,
but I want something more."
"You deserve a guy who can appreciate how
attractive you are."
"Thank you Jodie, you're so nice, I know you're
right, I just didn't want to face up to it. I think
I'll put him to the test tomorrow. I'll get him to
invite me over to his place after school, both his
parents work and we'll have the house all to
ourselves."
"This has to be a pass or fail test. If he flunks
then you're free to move on to a guy who knows how to
treat a girl."
"I have no idea who I'll move on to."
* * *
The girls came out to the kitchen when it was time
for Jodie to go back home. Angie's mom was stirring a
steaming kettle on the stove, her dad was chopping
lettuce and nibbling on a cracker, the sound or rain
could be heard thumping on the roof.
"Jodie, you're going to get soaked riding your
bike back home," Mary said.
"I can call my dad to come and get me."
"I wouldn't think of it, you're our guest today.
Now, my husband will take you home, but Angie, I need
you to stay here and help me with dinner."
"Okay Mom."
"I don't want to impose on you Mr. Anderson,"
Jodie said.
"It's no trouble Jodie, there's room for your bike
in the back of my car."
Jodie followed Byron out to the garage and watched
as he opened the car's rear hatch and put down the back
seat to make room for her bike, it was dark outside and
the rain storm created a stream of water that ran down
the driveway to the street. It was kind of unnerving to
be alone with him after what had taken place on the
carpet.
She started to wonder if it had really happened,
with his hand down there, behind his daughter's back,
rubbing and making her excited; it must have been her
imagination, surely Angie's father wouldn't have done
something like that.
They got into the car and Jodie fastened her seat
belt as he backed the car out of the garage. He drove
rather slowly, probably due to the pounding rain and
poor visibility, but then he pulled the car over to the
side of the road and parked in a place where it was
totally dark.
"Why are we stopping Mr. Anderson?"
"I want to talk to you."
Jodie's heart thumped when he turned off the car
lights. She had always liked Angie's dad because unlike
many adults, he actually listened to what she had to
say and then responded in a way that showed he
respected her opinion. But now she heard the click of
his seat-belt being released, then he slid across the
seat next to her and unfastened her seat-belt too.
"We've know each other for a long time Jodie, I
think it's time that I show you how much I like you."
"Mr. Anderson, I don't know what to say."
"You don't have to say anything; the way you
behaved when Angie was tickling you said it all."
"You mean you were doing that on purpose?"
"Yes Jodie, and so were you."
"I so embarrassed. It just kind of happened."
"This is just going to happen too."
Jodie let him take her hand and place it on his
slacks, right on top of the zipper, and she became
alarmed and reflexively pulled her hand away, but a few
seconds later he took her hand a second time and placed
it back on his crotch, and this time he held her hand
there and slowly moved it all over the growing mound.
"Mr. Anderson, what are you doing? You're my best
friend's dad!"
"You're a beautiful girl Jodie. You must
understand that it's only natural for a man to want
you."
"But Mr. Anderson, I'm only thirteen!"
"Lots of girls your age have grownup boyfriends;
they just keep it a secret so it won't cause a scandal.
"I didn't know that," Jodie said as her little
fingers stretched over his zipper. "Oh, Mr. Anderson,
what happened?"
The bulge sprang loose from its coiled position
and became long and hard inside his pant-leg. She had
never been in a position like this, and maybe she
should have pulled her hand away, but holding him
seemed harmless enough, and anyway, it was fun to play
with it and make it get bigger.
"Was that the truth when you said lots of girls my
age have grownup guys for boyfriends?"
"Yes it is. Why do you ask?"
"Oh, I don't know. I just wondered."
Jodie was surprised when their lips came together;
she hadn't expected to be kissed. His tongue went
inside her mouth as soon as she parted her lips and he
squeezed her breast and softly pinched her nipple
through the shirt. She didn't know what to do so she
continued to mindlessly stroke the shaft that hoisted
up his pant-leg.
"I'm embarrassed Mr. Anderson, I never felt a man
before, am I hurting you?"
"It feels wonderful Jodie, now it's your turn."
"What do you mean... oh, Mr. Anderson, what are
you doing?"
Jodie felt his hand move down between her legs,
all the hot sensations began to simmer inside her
again, just like when they had pinned her down on the
floor, and now his hand was rubbing around her zipper,
he was making her wet and she liked that feeling and
she wanted to feel it even more so she slid down on the
car seat and opened her legs for him.
"Aaahhh Mr. Anderson, that feels good."
He released the button on her jeans and pulled
down the zipper. She could trust him, he was her best
friend's dad, and besides, it was like he said, lots of
young girls had boyfriends like him, so it seemed
perfectly acceptable when his hand went inside her
pantie and over her sparse pubic hairs and between her
legs to the moist fleshy folds that magically spread
apart for his fingertip.
"I don't believe this is happening," she said.
Jodie wrapped her fingers around his shaft and
squeezed, it felt like his cock was leaping in her
hand, then his hips thrust toward her on the car seat
and he pushed his finger deep inside where the wet
walls of her pussy gripped him tight, and he moved the
finger in and out, again and again, until she began to
tremble and cry loud.
"Oh yes, oh yes, oh oohh, OOOOHHHH!
Waves of joy flooded up between Jodie's legs, she
arched her back rolled her head on the car seat as she
clung to his cock, then his hips jerked toward her
several times and she felt him pulsing in her fingers.
"Oh Jodie, I've wanted you all my life."
She leaned her head back and let him kiss the
underside of her neck. The fabric of his slacks became
moist at first and then sopping wet and gooey, but she
wasn't offended and continued to pet his shrinking
penis. She felt a sense of pride, like she had just
aced an exam, before now she never imagined that she
could do it, she had actually made a grown man have an
orgasm in his pants. It seemed like a major
accomplishment.
A few minutes passed in a silent embrace before he
turned on the car's headlights and drove her home. The
rain storm continued unabated as he pulled the car to a
stop in front of her house, the garage was already
occupied with her parents' vehicles, so he told her to
jump out of the car and run under cover while he got
her bike. The rain had soaked his clothes by the time
he wheeled her bicycle up the driveway to where she
waited inside the dry garage.
"Thanks for the ride home Mr. Anderson. Um, I was
wondering, what did you mean when you said you wanted
me all your life? That would be like before I was
born."
"I've always wanted a girl just like you."
"You always wanted a Japanese girl?"
"Not that, it's the person you are, I've dreamed
of being with a beautiful girl just like you ever since
I was your age."
"I'm sorry you had to wait so long."
Jodie watched his car drive away until the red
taillights disappeared in the night, then she parked
her bicycle against the wall inside the garage. She
kept hearing him say that she was beautiful, and she
wanted to believe it, but she couldn't, she just didn't
see herself that way, she only saw the flaws. That's
why she was trying to get her parents to let her have
the double eyelid surgery, lots of Asian girls were
having it done nowadays, maybe that would help her win
William's heart, he was the one grownup guy who she
really wanted as a boyfriend.
* * *
Byron went straight home after the tryst with
Jodie and changed into some dry clothes before joining
his wife and Angie at the dinner table. His daughter
looked cute with her hazel brown hair pushed behind her
ears and he enjoyed watching the front of her shirt
fall open as she sipped soup from a spoon. She had
grown so much during the last year.
"That was nice of you to drive Jodie home," Angie
said.
"It was a pleasure, she's a nice girl."
Sometimes when his daughter spoke to him it was
like he was hearing a voice from long ago, back when he
was in the eighth grade, sitting in history class
across from Jenny Jenkins; every day he would look at
Jenny's full lips and shapely legs and he would
daydream about unbuttoning her shirt and pulling up her
skirt and having some fun with her, but Jenny wouldn't
have anything to do with him, except for when she
wanted help with her homework.
Byron hoped his daughter would be different, he
wanted Angie to respect herself, but at the same time
have an awareness of her impact on the opposite sex,
and then again there were moments like this; when he
listened to her voice with a wisp of a feeling that
made him just want to be close to her.
Part 2
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The next day after school Angie Anderson knew that
she was in trouble. The eighth grade girl had told her
mother that she would be studying at the library after
school and wouldn't be home until dinner, but instead
she had gone to her boyfriend's house and it was now an
hour past the time she had promised to be home.
She held her schoolbooks to her chest and scuffed
her feet along the sidewalk; what was the point in
hurrying home? She'd just have to sit through another
of her mother's depressing lectures on responsibility,
and afterward she'd spend the rest of the night alone
in her bedroom feeling deeply disappointed in her
boyfriend and desperately horny.
Angie looked down the street and saw Jodie's long
black hair flying in the wind as she raced her bicycle
through the neighborhood. In a small town like Fleurton
a bicycle could get a girl anywhere she wanted to go,
and that was very useful to a seventh grader like Jodie
who was still too young to drive. Jodie slowed the bike
to a stop and placed her foot on the curb, the nose of
the bicycle seat protruded between her legs.
"Angie, I called your house and you weren't home
yet so I came out to see if I could find you. How did
it go with your boyfriend?"
"Terrible, I feel like a failure."
"Why, what happened?"
"That's just it, nothing happened."
"You were all alone in the house with your
boyfriend since school got out and he didn't try
anything?"
"Not a single thing and I was so ready for him; I
mean, he could have done anything with me, all he had
to do is try. What's wrong with me Jodie?"
"Everything is right with you Angie. You can't
blame yourself for what other people do."
Something in Jodie's beautiful dark eyes made
Angie feel better. "I don't know Jodie, maybe I should
give up on guys."
Angie looked down at the pink shoe laces on
Jodie's shoes, then she rubbed her cheek after a single
tear-drop fell from her eye and made a tiny spot on the
sidewalk; she felt rejected and humiliated and sick.
"Would you let me kiss you?" Jodie said.
Angie looked at Jodie in silence. Did she really
say that? Jodie was a little shorter than Angie but she
stood up straight and held her shoulders back in a
posture of self-confidence that convinced Angie that
she had heard correctly.
"What are you saying Jodie?"
"I just don't want to send you home feeling sad."
"I'm not that kind of girl, and honestly, I never
suspected that you were... that way."
"Have you ever wondered what it's like?"
"Not really."
"Think about it Angie, a girl knows how she likes
to be kissed, so if you kiss a girl it's bound to be
good."
"I don't know Jodie."
"It's really no big deal, you know I like you
Angie, I want to make you feel better. Would you let me
kiss you, please?"
"Right here in the street? What will people
think?"
"No silly, follow me."
Angie walked behind Jodie as she pushed her bike
down the sidewalk to a wooded area with a trail that
led back to school. Jodie hid her bike behind a thicket
of bushes and then took Angie's hand and led her down
the trail until they were hidden from the street by a
wall of large trees.
"I'm a little new at this too," Jodie said. "In
fact, the first girl I ever kissed was just a few weeks
ago. It was with Mallory Mead."
"Mallory! I don't believe it."
"I swear it's the truth. One day Mallory came over
to see my sister, but I was the only one home and I
didn't see any harm in letting her in the house to hang
out for a while, then one thing led to another and I
guess she kind of took advantage of me, but later on I
decided I liked it."
"I don't know about this Jodie, everything is
happening so fast."
"It's just you and me Angie, nobody else will ever
know, if you don't like it then I'll never bring up the
subject again. I just want you to go home feeling like
you're attractive, because you really are."
"Okay Jodie, but just this once," Angie said as
her nipples began to stand out beneath her shirt.
"Great, now first I'm going to give you a hug."
A group of birds flew through the trees. Angie
stood motionless as Jodie moved in and put her arms
around her waist. The young Japanese girl's slender
body felt warm and firm and the sensation of touching
and feeling the embrace of another human being brought
a satisfying comfort.
"You hug really nice," Jodie said.
"Thank you, nobody ever said that to me before."
"You're also very beautiful. You could have any
guy you want... or girl."
"I doubt that."
Angie didn't think about it when she ran her hand
through Jodie's hair and down her back, she was too
busy enjoying the steady flow of tingles that danced
between her legs as Jodie kissed her neck, and Angie
couldn't believe she was doing this with a girl, but
Jodie was right, it was nice and a girl did know how to
make another girl feel good.
"I think you're ready for your kiss," Jodie said.
The simple act of kissing touched Angie with an
emotion that began a long time ago, back when her dad
would come into her bedroom and kiss her on the
forehead before saying "goodnight." He stopped doing
that a couple years ago, at the very time when she
began to blossom into a young lady. He never gave any
reason why he stopped kissing her, and she wanted him
to start doing it again, but she was afraid to ask.
Jodie's lips were warm and wet and Angie knew that
she had crossed the line, a girl was really kissing her
and she was kissing her back, and she surrendered to
the excitement as Jodie's hand gripped her bottom and
pulled their bodies together.
"Oh Jodie, you're so nice."
Angie let go of herself and pressed her crotch
over the top of Jodie's thigh; a wave of pleasure
erupted between her legs as the girl-juice oozed onto
her pantie, and Angie silently consented when Jodie
lifted up the back of her skirt.
"I think you're beautiful," Jodie said.
"Thank you; nobody ever says that to me."
"Not even you dad?"
"He used to, a long time ago, but not anymore."
"Hum, I have an idea why, we'll talk about that
later, but first, would you let me touch you?"
"What do you mean, you are touching me."
"I meant like this."
Angie was a little shocked at the brazen way Jodie
reached under her skirt, but Jodie had been nice so far
and there was no reason to stop, even when her hand
moved over the front of the pantie and then down
between her legs where the cotton had already become
wet with her nectar.
"Oh Jodie, this is amazing."
"I knew you would like it."
"I had no idea that you were... so sexual."
"I wasn't trying to be, it just sort of happened,
first there was Mallory and then there was this guy."
"What guy, why didn't you tell me, what's his
name?"
"Brace yourself Angie, this might be a shock."
"Oh come on Jodie, who was it?"
"The guy was your dad."
Angie clung to Jodie and tried to assimilate what
she had said; should she be mad at Jodie, or her dad,
or both of them, or was it all okay? Things like this
can be hard to figure out and right now it was even
more of a challenge with Jodie's fingers rubbing
between her legs, so much was happening so fast and
what could Jodie possibly be talking about?
"Jodie, I don't believe it, you're just saying
that to get even for the tickling.
"Last night Angie, when your dad drove me home, he
stopped the car in a place where it was really dark,
then he slid across the seat next to me... "
"Jodie stop, I know you're making it all up!"
"It's okay Angie, I liked it, and now I'll show
you how he kissed me."
Angie stood motionless as their mouths came
together, this time the tip of Jodie's tongue probed
around the inside of her mouth and all the way back to
the top of her throat. How could her dad do that to her
best friend? What had it been like for Jodie? Oh no,
this was what it was like, Jodie was kissing the way
her dad did and the thought of it sent a strange new
pulse through her body.
"Oh Jodie, did my dad really kiss you like that?"
"That's exactly how he kissed me, and here's
something else he did."
Angie thought about her dad when Jodie lifted up
the front of her skirt and slid her hand inside the top
of the pantie and down between her legs. Jodie played
with her pussy lips and clitoris and Angie was oddly
grateful that her friend was demonstrating what her dad
had done; it made her feel closer to both of them.
"Is this really what it was like to be with my
dad?"
"Yes, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did,
but there's still more."
Angie gasped when Jodie slid a finger into her
pussy and then move it around with intimate little
strokes that made the inside of her cunt throb with a
need for even more, and she pictured herself on the
front seat of the family car with her legs spread wide
open in front of her dad.
"Did you like being with my daddy?"
"Oh yes, your dad really knows how to take care of
a young girl. He even took my hand and put it on his
pants and I felt it getting hard in there so I rubbed
him and stroked him until it stood up like a cucumber
and he fingered me more and kissed me more and I rubbed
his cock until he came-off in his pants."
"Oh, AAAAHHHH," Angie cried out.
Pleasure swelled up like an ocean wave deep inside
Angie's cunt and she grabbed Jodie tight and thrust her
pussy over her finger just as the full release of
sexual energy soothed her mind. A moment later it was
over and the two junior high schoolgirls stood under a
tree clutching each other as the street lights
flickered on around town.
"I'm sorry about what my dad did you to Jodie,
please don't tell anyone."
"It's our secret Angie, I'm glad it happened. Now
that I think about it I'm actually flattered that he
wanted me that way. I learned a lot about myself too."
"I don't know how I'm going to face him."
"Angie, I think it's important for you to face up
to this before you go home; the fact is your dad likes
young girls like us. It all makes sense now, the way he
was looking at me yesterday when I was at your house
after school, now I understand what that look means,
and just so you know, I saw him looking at you that way
too."
"I wonder what's come over him; he never acted
like this before."
"Maybe he was waiting for us to get a little
older. Anyway, the experience made me realize that now
I'm old enough; I'm finally ready to really go after a
certain older guy that I've had my eye on for a long
time."
"You mean like a high school guy."
"No, older than that, he's out of college and way
beyond."
"Jodie, I don't believe you."
"His name is William. He lives alone in the little
blue cottage around the corner and a few blocks down
from my place."
"I've seen him Jodie, he is good looking, but
don't you think you should try for a guy more close to
your age."
"I don't see that age matters that much. If I'm
going to be with a guy then I want it to be a guy who I
really want to be with."
"How did you meet William?"
"One day I was out riding my bike and William was
working in the garden as I passed by. When I saw him I
said "hi," and he smiled and said "hi," and for some
reason I stopped and we talked for a while, then I
began to feel funny and I realized that I was getting
excited just being with him and talking.
"Do you think he likes you?"
"Something in the way he looked at me was
different from other guys, his expression was kind and
gentle, but at the same time, I felt like he was
undressing me with his eyes, and I got the feeling that
he wanted me really bad, but was holding back because
I'm so young."
"You're only thirteen Jodie; he's old enough to be
your father!"
"That's true, but I also know what I want, I can
take responsibility for what I decide to do."
"So how is a seventh grade girl supposed to go
after a guy like William?"
"That's the hard part, right now I'm just like his
little friend who stops by once in a while, I've got to
find a way to make him take me seriously, I just know
in my heart that deep down inside he likes me and wants
to be with me, I have faith that when the time is right
something will happen."
"I hope things work out for you and William."
"Thanks Angie, you really are a good friend."
"I better go home, I'm going to get in so much
trouble for being late, but I don't care, seeing you
made it all worthwhile"
Angie and Jodie walked back down the trail to the
sidewalk, a car drove around the corner and temporarily
blinded them with its headlights; it was late and dark
too, so Jodie gave Angie a ride home on her bike. When
they reached Angie's house they found it hard to say
goodbye.
"Tell your dad I said hi," Jodie said with a wink
as she squirmed on top of the bicycle seat.
"I will, and good luck with William. Maybe I
should try for a grownup guy too. Does he have a
friend?"
"I'll see what I can do."
"Let's have lunch together tomorrow."
"Sure, and I hope you don't get in too much
trouble."
"I'll be okay, don't worry."
Jodie pedaled her bicycle along the dark streets
of Fleurton on her way back home, and she thought about
Angie's dad and the way he looked at his daughter after
yesterday's tickle session, and Jodie wondered how it
would go for Angie tonight, in the privacy of her own
house, with the doors locked, and the curtains closed.
Part 3
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Angie shut the front door and immediately felt
trouble hanging in the air like a fog. "It was worth
it," she told herself, after all, if she hadn't been
late then she wouldn't have run into Jodie and
everything that happened would not have happened and
she wouldn't be the person that she is now.
Her mother's voice called out from the living
room, "Angie is that you?" and Angie yelled back from
the hallway, "Yes it's me," as she headed back to her
room. The lingering aroma of her mom's cooking gripped
her stomach with a hunger pang and Angie felt guilty
about breaking her promise to be home for dinner and
she could have called and pleaded to stay out later but
the request would have been denied so disobeying and
facing the consequences had been the only practical
choice.
Angie dropped her school books on the bed and went
out to the kitchen; her parents had finished eating,
their dishes were removed from the table and all that
remained was a single plate, a drinking glass, and
silverware, all perfectly arranged where Angie always
sat. The glowing red light on the oven dial meant that
her mother had kept something warm for her to eat.
"Angie honey, would you come out here please?" her
mother said from the living room.
It was time for the talk. Her mother would speak
in a monotone voice, carefully choosing words that
would chop Angie down until she felt no bigger than a
toy doll, and when it was over the doll would feel like
it had been smashed in a toddler's tantrum and then
chewed by the family pet.
"Angie dear, I think you owe us an explanation,"
her mother said from across the sofa.
"I got involved and forgot about the time."
"It would have been considerate to call."
"Why do I have to call you about every little
thing in my life?"
"You said you'd be home for dinner, we were
worried."
"It wasn't like I stayed out all night."
"It certainly wasn't, and we don't intend to let
it progress to that point."
"Okay, so I'm grounded again, how long this time?"
Angie folded her arms across her chest and glared at
her mother.
"We've tried that before Angie, it hasn't made an
impression on you, so tonight we're going to do
something different. Your father is going to spank
you."
Angie's mouth fell open. "You can't spank me, I'm
fourteen years old!"
"You're a headstrong little girl who's headed for
trouble; we're only doing this because we love you."
"Mom, I can't believe this is happening, I haven't
even had dinner yet."
"Your father will be taking over now."
Mary got up from the sofa and walked over to where
her husband was sitting, she leaned over and kissed him
on the cheek and said, "Remember Byron, you're doing
this for her own benefit, so do her right."
"You can count on me," Byron said. "Now I think it
will be best for you to leave the room. I'll let you
know when I'm done with her."
"Carry on then," Mary said as she turned and
walked away.
His wife had been arguing with him for a months
about using corporal punishment to disciple their
rebellious daughter; he had been against spanking and
wanted to reason with Angie instead, but his wife kept
haranguing him, saying that "sparing the rod" was
tantamount to neglect, and he had to admit that Angie's
behavior was getting worse, so he finally gave up the
fight and agreed to spank her, hoping it would do her
some good.
"You're not really going to spank me, are you
Daddy?"
Angie stood before him; self-absorbed, defiant and
sexy, she was a pure incarnation of the little darlings
from his own teen years, girls who had provoked his
lust and then left him unfulfilled, and now his pouting
fourteen-year-old daughter had resurrected those same
feelings, just like Jodie did the night before.
Byron took hold of his daughter by the forearm and
rudely yanked her across the room, almost causing her
to stumble and fall. "Daddy, no, you can't!" Angie said
with her eyes fixed on the abnormal rise in his pants.
She tried to break away as he led her around the
sofa, but he grabbed her and tossed her around like a
toy until he had her positioned where he could push on
her shoulders and make her bend over the back of the
sofa so that her head was down by the seat cushion and
her bottom was sticking up in the air. This couldn't be
happening to her, it was so humiliating.
"I'm not a little girl, you don't need to spank
me. Ouch!
Angie's body lurched against the sofa in reaction
to her father's hand crashing against her bottom. Her
cheeks jiggled inside the pantie with every spank and
she couldn't help crying out in response to each
terrible contact from her father's hand. It was so
demeaning to be bending over like this in front of her
father.
"Oh ouch, Daddy, stop it, I'm too old for
spanking."
"Angie, lately you've been behaving like a spoiled
brat who thinks she can get away with anything."
"Daddy, I'm fourteen, I should have some freedom
to make my own decisions."
"With freedom, comes responsibility, and
consequences."
"I'll promise to be responsible for... oh what's
that Daddy... oh what are you doing?"
Angie felt her skirt being pulled up. Now he'd be
looking at the pantie pulling into her crack, this was
just awful, but at least she had a moment of relief
while he stopped the spanking. He was standing against
her backside with her legs spread out on each side of
him, and she could feel him standing against her like
the time when they had slow-danced and she had noticed
the lump pressing against her tummy, only now she felt
it from back there, gently nuzzling between her thighs.
"Daddy, this is kind of an unusual spanking."
"You're a complicated girl Angie; your situation
requires a sophisticated approach."
She looked startlingly attractive; yellow rubber
bands held her hair to the side of her head in
pigtails, her shirt had fallen down to reveal the
sweeping curve of her waist, and the prominent contour
of her pubic mound swelled beneath the pantie.
"Daddy, what are you doing?"
Byron held his daughter by the hips and pulled
himself snugly beneath her bottom, and he closed his
eyes and imagined Jenny Jenkins, the beautiful girl he
had wanted so badly when he was in the eighth grade.
Angie's body gently rocked over the sofa when he
moved upon her back-side, her toes lifted off the floor
and her legs flared open even more as he nuzzled
between her thighs, lewdly rubbing over the pantie with
naughty nudges that made her pussy lips spread open
inside the wet pantie.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"Ouch Daddy, you're so mean!"
Angie's bottom quivered like pudding. How could he
be so nice one minute and then so unkind the next? It
was degrading and nobody would blame her for protesting
and trying to escape this abuse, but it didn't matter
how much she twisted and squirmed because her father
had her pinned against the sofa as he mercilessly
spanked her bottom, and this time it hurt so much worse
because her skirt was pulled up and there was little
protection provided by the pantie.
"Oh ouch Daddy! You must stop; I can only take so
much!"
Spank after spank bombarded her bottom, the flesh
on her back-side burned as she clawed at the seat
cushion and kicked her legs, but nothing she did seemed
to deter him, the spanking just continued through the
tussling and sometimes he even spanked between her
legs. She had to put an end to this right now!
"Daddy, that's enough, I can't take any more!"
Angie turned her head and looked back; her
father's face was red as a raspberry. He was staring at
her bottom, pulling the pantie down to completely
expose her back-side, and now the spanks were landing
on her bare skin, and it hurt even more, and she wailed
with a voice that was loud enough to be heard all over
the house.
"Ooohhh Daddy, I promise to be a good girl."
Angie gasped for air while he took another
respite, and she wondered how it could be that her
nipples and pussy had tingled with excitement during
the terrible pain of the spanking, it just didn't make
sense. Anyway, this interlude was nice and her sore
cheeks welcomed the gentle massage from her father's
hands.
"Daddy I'm so ashamed to be treated like this."
Angie waited for an answer, and hearing none,
looked up at her father just as he began pulling the
pantie down her thighs and over her feet, and she
watched in dismay when he tossed the pantie over her
head to the floor in front of the sofa.
"We all have to submit to some kind of authority.
At this point in your life, Angie, you must obey your
parents."
"I know that now Daddy, I'm sorry."
"That's good to hear, but we're still not done."
"Oh no, don't spank me again!"
What could he possibly do that would be worse than
what she had already endured? It had to end eventually,
but oh, what was that? The lump was there again,
nuzzling on her privates, but this time there wasn't
any pantie and it was slippery as he held her by the
waist and undulated between her thighs.
"Daddy, now it's you who's breaking the rules, you
shouldn't be doing this to me."
"Just relax Angie, everything will be okay.
"I don't think this is what Mom had in mind."
Angie felt like she was slipping off somewhere,
this couldn't really be happening, but it was; she
could feel it moving, pressing and rubbing in the
opening between her pussy lips, and as much as she
wanted to get away, she also wanted to stay, and she
thought it must be a dream and soon she'd wake up and
go to school.
"Are we almost done now?"
"Just relax Angie, there's more to come."
Angie hung over the back of the sofa with her
father standing between her legs, she no longer had the
will to resist. His stiffness slid between her smooth
cheeks and over her privates and her body became filled
with insistent waves of pleasure.
"What did you mean when you said I needed a
sophisticated approach?"
"Angie, I think you should have pretty good idea
about that by now, but since you asked... "
"Oh, what are you doing, DADDDDY! AAAAHHHH!
The pantie lie crumpled on the floor. By this time
in the evening she was normally studying, or listening
to music, or watching television, or talking on the
telephone, but tonight was different, and it was all
her fault, if she hadn't been so stubborn this never
would have happened.
"AAAAHHHH DADDY, OOOOHHHH!"
Byron closed his eyes and replayed the fantasy
that he'd been having since he was a fourteen-year-old
boy; he was doing Jenny Jenkins, the eighth grade
cheerleader who sat next to him in history class. She
always needed his help with her homework, but she'd
never let him touch her, and it had broken his heart
when he heard that one day after school she'd let her
boyfriend's father take off her cheerleader outfit and
pop her cherry.
"Daddy, oh yes, it feels so good."
The sound of Angie's voice rang through the living
room and he opened his eyes saw his daughter's pussy
lips stretching over his cock, and he inhaled the tangy
scent of his little girl's cunt as the juices oozed out
of her, coating his cock with a glistening sheen.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "Awe, not again Daddy!"
The pleasure whipsawed into pain, and it was
emotional as well as physical. He had suddenly pulled
out of her, which was punishment enough, but then to
have all those exquisite feelings erased and replaced
by spanking was shocking and difficult to deal with.
Blistering spanks peppered her back-side and mercy
seemed like a foreign word as her father appeared
determined to spank her until she died, but then he
suddenly stopped the abuse and gently burrowed back
into her.
"I'm a good girl Daddy, why don't you treat me
nice all the time?"
* * *
Mary sat in her bedroom and smiled as she listened
to her daughter's anguished cries, this moment had been
a long time coming. The talking-back and disobedience
began last year when Angie started junior high, and her
doting father's refusal to use physical discipline had
only made the problem worse. Now Angie was finally
being taught a lesson. It would be nice to see the look
of repentance on her face.
Mary walked down the hallway to the living room.
Her daughter was bent over the back of the sofa with
her father standing behind her. Angie looked up with a
crimson face and it was evident that the tempestuous
girl had been throttled into submission. Over there on
the floor in front of the sofa... what is that... oh... could
it be her daughter's pantie... why yes it is... of course
that makes sense... a proper spanking could only be done
on a bare bottom.
"Has she learned her lesson?"
Bryon slapped his daughter's ass cheek, making her
squeal with disapproval. He hoped his wife wouldn't
walk around the back of the sofa and see his pants
wrapped around his ankles.
"Angie's going to need some more attention."
"Take your time. I want you to make a lasting
impression on her."
"I'm sure this impression will last, Mom."
"Are you going to spank her some more Byron?"
"Yes dear. I'm just resting."
"Mom, don't stand there and watch, this is
embarrassing!"
"She's got a point Mary."
"Well alright, but do her right, I don't want to
have to go through this again. As for you, young lady,
it's your behavior that you should be embarrassed
about."
Her mother's anger hurt more than the spanking
had, and a wave of relief came over Angie as she
watched her leave the living room.
"Dad," Angie whispered, "that was too close, we
almost got caught, we have to stop."
"Sorry, there's no turning back now."
Bryon slowly moved his cock inside of his
daughter. The little girl's fingers spread out over the
seat cushion, her pigtails bounced next to her ears,
and her moans filled the room like music.
"Oh Daddy, this is so nice."
"I thought you wanted to stop Angie."
"Daddy I can't help it. You have to make me stop."
"I will do nothing of the kind."
"Oh Daddy it feels good but we shouldn't be doing
this."
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "Ouch Daddy! That hurts!"
Angie briefly gaped open after he pulled out of
her, she hated when he did that, it left her feeling
abandoned. What was happening to her? She needed some
relief; she had to be filled again.
"Come back to me Daddy."
Angie squirmed and hooked her feet around the back
of his legs to try and pull him in, but he pushed her
over the sofa where she fell on her back with her legs
spread open, and for a moment she saw her father
staring at her pussy lips.
"Daddy, don't you dare push me away!"
Her father pulled up his pants and walked around
the sofa to face her, the smooth fabric of his khaki
slacks revealed the silhouette of his cock; he better
not be thinking about leaving her now because that
would be the cruelest punishment of all; he'd gotten
her into this condition and now he had to get her out
of it. Angie straightened her skirt and stood up.
"So what's the plan?" she said.
Byron looked at his lovely little girl and sighed,
she never could take "no" for an answer, and he knew a
tantrum of one form or another would be forthcoming if
she didn't get what she wanted, and he knew what she
wanted, and he regretted getting her started; it was
his obsession with Jenny Jenkins that led him to seduce
his daughter, and now that the deed had been done, it
could never be undone.
Angie put her arm around his waist and leaned into
him. "I'll feel really bad if you leave me now," she
said.
"I sorry Angie, but you haven't had your dinner,
and it's already past your bedtime, remember, you have
school tomorrow."
"I know Daddy, but I'm not tired or hungry, for
food anyway, if you know what I mean."
Watching her now was more intense than when he had
her over the sofa; in that position he'd pretended that
she was somebody else, but now he was gazing into her
hazel eyes, and she was looking up at him with an
unsettling innocence as her hand rubbed the front of
his pants.
"I'm not dumb Daddy, I know you want to be with
me, or else you wouldn't be like this," Angie said as
she pulled her fingers along the full length of his
cock.
"I know Angie, but we really shouldn't."
"What's the matter Daddy, are you scared of me?"
"I'm not scared Angie, I'm just trying to do
what's best for you."
"A few minutes ago you had a different idea of
what was best for me."
"We've done enough of that for one day."
"Okay Daddy, but can we just sit on the sofa
together for a few minutes?"
"I guess that would be alright, but only for a
little while."
"Anything you say, Daddy."
Byron sat down on the sofa and Angie just stood
there with her shapely legs widely parted in front of
him. Her cheeks glowed with a healthy pink hue and her
still developing breasts stood up and proudly presented
their firm nipples; she looked like a nice girl, sweet
and innocent and fun, just like the pretty girls back
when he was in junior high.
"I'm going to sit on your lap Daddy, just like I
used to when I was little.
"Oh no Angie, I don't think that would be a good
idea."
"I'm still the same girl I always was Daddy, if it
was okay for me to sit on your lap a long time ago,
then is should be okay now."
"But Angie, I..."
She placed her hands on his shoulders and her
knees on each side of the seat cushion next to his
hips, and she leaned against him and pressed her crotch
against his chest as she slowly slithered onto his lap,
rubbing her breasts over his face on the way down.
"Angie, you have school tomorrow, you really
should get ready for bed."
"Let me stay up just a little while longer."
"Okay, but not much longer."
"Daddy, why are you just sitting there and doing
nothing?"
Byron's heart pounded against his rib cage, she
was like a flower in full bloom, with a scent as fresh
as a spring breeze, she was more electrifying than any
stale fantasy, she was real and she was with him now,
and her skirt was pulled up and he could see the top of
her nearly hairless pussy as she modestly rocked her
hips.
"Angie, it's inappropriate for a girl your age to
be sitting on her father's lap."
"Are you going to let me get away with it?"
"Your mother claims that I never say no to you."
"I think we're both glad about that."
Angie let him lift her up by the waist enough so
that he could reach underneath her, and she couldn't
see what he was doing but she did hear the sound of his
zipper and when he lowered her back down she gasped at
the unmistakably feeling of smooth flesh pushing up
against her feminine lips, and she took that as an
invitation and began to move her hips on top of him.
"Careful Angie, your mother is right down the
hall."
"Don't worry Daddy, everything will be okay."
Angie pushed her hips forward and back, sliding
her pussy along the warm shaft, and it didn't take long
before her father became completely hard, and when she
raised herself up, it stood up beneath the front of her
skirt, and she moved up and down with her hips pushed
forward so her clitoris would rub along the length of
it going up and down.
She'd never done this before, but she didn't' seem
to need anyone to tell her what to do, she just held
onto his shoulders as he fumbled around underneath her
skirt, then she felt him positioning the tip of himself
on her pussy lips and she began to tremble and open for
him and she really didn't do anything and could
probably say it was an accident when she relaxed and
floated downward and cried out in surprise at the
feeling of a hard man all the way inside of her.
"Oooohhhh yes Dadddy," she moaned.
Angie savored the sensation of him extending thick
and hard way inside her belly and she had the urge to
move up and down, just a little bit to begin with, then
more and more, and she thought about the kids at school
and she was amazed to be only fourteen and making love
just like a woman.
"I can't believe you got the whole thing inside
me."
"You're the one who sat down on it."
"I couldn't help myself."
"That's because you're so horny."
"That's right Daddy, and that's why I was staying
out late even though I'd get in trouble, you see, being
a girl can be hard, sometimes we need a little help
from a guy we can trust, do you understand what I'm
saying?"
"Can you explain yourself a little better?"
"Daaad, isn't it obvious? Do something; make me
feel like a girl!"
Byron had always been a pushover for his daughter,
it delighted him to give her whatever she wanted, and
tonight would be no exception. He lifted his little
girl up by the waist and then gently set her back down,
and a few moments later she took over and bounced up
and down on top of him all on her own, and she looked
beautiful with her pigtails fluttering behind her ears.
"Oh yes Daddy, now you're being nice," she said
with an out of breath voice.
"You're being nice too."
"I wonder if any other girls in my grade have done
it with their dads."
"More than you'd imagine, they just don't talk
about it. The truth is most men find their daughters to
be very attractive, leave a man and a pretty girl alone
in a house for long enough and something is bound to
happen."
"Are you attracted to me?"
"Yes, I am strongly attracted to you."
"Oooohhhh Daddy. I want you to do it to me for now
on, it feels good."
"You should know by now Angie, I always give my
little girl exactly what she wants."
Angie used her strong thighs to move herself up
and down on top of her father's cock. Sometimes she
would sit all the way down with him completely buried
inside her and then she'd rotate her hips like a hula
dancer which made her dad look like his eyes were going
to pop out. It was wonderful and everything was going
perfectly until she heard a sound from down the hall.
"Daddy, I think I heard mom's bedroom door open,
I'm scared," Angie whispered as she sat down all the
way, submerging him inside her.
Byron pulled down his daughter's skirt to conceal
her bare bottom, he was close to climax but the sound
of his wife's footsteps coming down the hallway
suppressed the urgency. His daughter's face was red and
she was still breathing heavily when Mary walked into
the room and stared at the crumpled pantie on the
floor.
"I assume the discipline has been administered and
our wayward daughter has seen the error in her ways,"
his wife said.
"Yes honey, I think Angie's learned a good
lesson."
"I know I deserved it Mom, I won't disobey you
again."
Mary put her hands on her hips. "I'm glad to hear
that. Now, should you decide to misbehave in the
future, you can count on your father to give you more
of the same treatment, and don't leave that pantie on
the floor!"
"Yes Mom."
"You haven't had dinner yet, have you Angie,"
Byron said.
"No, I'm starving."
"Mary, would you get Angie's dinner ready while we
finish up here?"
"Absolutely, she needs to prepare for school
tomorrow."
They waited for Mary to leave the room, then Angie
climbed off her father and picked up the pantie from
the floor; his cock glistened with a coating of her
girl juice and her cunt gaped open with a longing to be
filled by him again. He nodded and she knew it was time
to spring into action, so she quickly stepped into her
pantie and pulled it up snug around her waist, then she
adjusted her skirt while watching him struggled to get
his erection back inside his zipper.
* * *
Mary watched them talking at the dinner table;
there was a new look in the eyes of the father and
daughter; they were closer now than ever before, no
doubt it was all an unintended benefit of the spanking,
and that gave Mary a good feeling; Angie could use a
healthy relationship with her father as the basis for
eventually finding the man with whom she would spend
the rest of her life.
Everyone went to bed at eleven o'clock, it had
been an exhausting day for the entire family, and Mary
decided that it would be good idea to reward her
husband with a little suck for the job he had done with
their daughter. She waited for him to turn off the
light and settle down on the bed, then she pushed the
blanket back and made a trail of kisses down his
stomach, she took hold of him with her hand and opened
her mouth and jerked to a stop, her nostrils were
suddenly filled with the tart scent of an aroused young
girl.
It was a fresh aroma that proclaimed the
excitement of its originator; perhaps it had gotten on
his hand during the bare-bottom spanking and then was
transferred down here when he went to the bathroom,
there had to be some kind of an explanation.
Mary stifled a gag and came up for fresh air, she
was incapable of continuing with the suck under these
circumstances, but she did cuddle next to him and
stroke him until he became hard, and she planned on
continuing the activity until he had an orgasm, but
they were interrupted by the sound of Angie yelling
from her bedroom down the hall.
"Dad, you didn't kiss me goodnight."
Byron sighed and yelled back, "We stopped doing
that several years ago."
"I never asked you to stop."
"Sweetheart," his wife said, "Angie is just a
young girl, she only wants a simple kiss goodnight, go
ahead, I think it'll do both of you some good."
"Okay, I suppose you're right, as always."
When Byron got to his daughter's room he found her
lying in bed wearing a night shirt and clutching an old
teddy bear, her toes wiggled under the blanket and she
held her thumb to her lips as she looked up at him from
the pillow.
"Don't you think I deserve a kiss goodnight?"
Angie pushed the blanket back and leaned on her
left elbow, her thighs were partially exposed and her
breasts made small mounds beneath the nightshirt. She
looked at him intently. It was exciting to be alone
with a man in her room late at night.
"Come on Daddy, just one little kiss, is that too
much to ask?"
"I thought you had outgrown this."
"Whatever gave you that idea? A girl always wants
a kiss goodnight."
"I don't know, why did you wait so long to say
something?"
"I was scared of what the answer might be."
Angie removed the rubber bands from her pigtails
and shook her hair free before lying back on the pillow
in wait for the kiss, which he delicately placed on her
forehead; that was the way he used to kiss her
goodnight, but he should have suspected that now she
would want something more.
His daughter took hold of his hand and placed it
on her right breast, it thrilled him to feel her lovely
nipple expanding with arousal, and it shook him to see
the burning glow in her eyes.
"Don't you think I deserve a real kiss?"
Bryon yielded to Angie's innocent request and
kissed her on the lips. A moment later her mouth opened
and her tongue darted into his mouth; his daughter's
lust had been unleashed, a hunger such as this could
have lay dormant in her for years, but he had
prematurely cultivated her carnal craving, and now he
would have to appease her unbridled desires.
"That was nice Daddy; you never should have
stopped kissing me goodnight."
"Where did you learn to kiss like that?"
"Jodie taught me."
"You kissed a girl?"
"Don't act so surprised, you kissed her too."
"That was just a friendly kiss."
"Yeah, real friendly," Angie giggled, "but don't
worry, she liked it. Anyway, Jodie taught me how to
kiss the way we just did, that was part of the reason I
was late tonight. Do you think I'm bad because I let a
girl kiss me?"
"Not at all, I find it interesting."
Angie took hold of her father by the front of his
robe and pulled him down on top of her, it was a school
night and she was up later than normal, but the thought
of time didn't seem important as they clutched each
other in the warm solitude of her bedroom.
* * *
Mary was happy when Byron left her alone in the
bedroom; she couldn't stand the presence of another
female's bouquet in her sheets. It was peaceful without
him there, and as the minutes passed by her eyelids
became heavy and she fell asleep, but sometime later
she was awoken by a faint sound from somewhere in the
house.
She listened with her ear cocked toward the door,
it was a repetitive squeak, and she wanted to tell
Byron to go find out what it was and stop it, but he
was still gone, it had been over an hour since he went
to kiss Angie goodnight, what could be keeping him so
long?
Mary got out of bed and walked down the hallway
toward the sound, which became louder as she approached
the door to her daughter's bedroom; that little girl
better not be up to some new form of mischief at this
late hour. Mary put her hand on the doorknob but then
stopped and listened.
Squeak, squeak. "Oh, Daddy," squeak, squeak, "oh
Daddy."
"Something's wrong," Mary said in a hushed voice
as she quietly pushed open the bedroom door; Angie's
teddy bear was on the floor beside Byron's bath robe,
the little girl was lying naked on the bed, with her
pretty legs spread wide apart; her father was on top of
her, and the bed was squeaking in unison with their
movements.
"What kind of goodnight kiss are you giving me
Daddy?" Angie said with her eyes closed.
"I'm making up for all the nights that I didn't
kiss you goodnight."
Angie giggled, "That's nice Daddy."
A twinge of jealousy poked at Mary as she watched
their bodies writhing together in a manner that she
hadn't personally experienced since the early days of
her marriage to Byron, and now her husband was
showering all that attention on her daughter, and
judging from Angie's response he was doing a right
proper job of it too; the sexy little girl rolled her
head on the pillow and moaned as her father stroked his
cock past her clinging pussy lips, deep inside her
cunt.
"Would you do a favor for me?" Angie said.
"Sure, just ask."
"Please don't ever spank me again, it hurt my
feelings."
"I'm sorry Angie, I made a mistake, you have my
promise it will never happen again. Will you forgive
me?"
"I already have."
The girls nowadays are different, and for
understandable reasons; for one thing puberty was
starting at an earlier age, and then there was the peer
pressure and society's relentless trend toward
sexualizing young girls; it was a fact, sooner or later
somebody would have fucked her little girl, and since
it was inevitable then wasn't it better that it be done
here, in the safety of her daughter's own home, in the
privacy of her own bedroom?
Mary cleared her throat, "Ahem."
Angie opened her eyes and looked up, "Mom what are
you doing here?"
"I just thought that I'd come and see how you were
doing, it looks like you two have become... shall I say,
rather close."
"Mom, please don't be mad, it's all my fault."
"Angie darling, you are a fourteen-year-old
schoolgirl; you can't be held responsible for what's
happened here."
"But you made me responsible for coming home
late!"
"That's an entirely different matter, but look,
I'm not angry with either of you, we can't undo what's
already done, but we can make the best of the
situation. I'm thinking that in the days ahead you may
be able to take some pressure off me.
"I enjoy helping out around the house."
"Do you like the way your father's treating you?"
"He's been so nice."
Angie's cunt made a slurping sound as the syrupy
nectar oozed over her father's cock; it was amazing how
she stretched open to accommodate him.
"Oh Daddy, oh, Mom, I love this."
"I want you to yourself Angie," Mary said, "but
remember, you're a little girl playing in an adult
world, in some ways you'll have to act like a grownup
for now on."
"Daddy says other girls my age do it with their
fathers too."
"It's true Angie, you're not the only one, but
we'll keep this in the family. Do you understand?"
"I know Mom, don't worry... hey Dad, I want to try
something, hold still."
Bryon slid his cock all the way into his daughter
and held it there motionless; she looked back at him
with an impish smile and moment later he started to
pull at the bed sheet, almost as if he was in a state
of panic.
"Angie, that's amazing, but you must stop or I'll
come inside you."
"Did you like it Daddy?"
"I love it. Where did you learn to do that?"
"I taught myself right now. I just imagined it and
then gave it a try."
"What did she do Byron?" Mary asked.
"I never experienced anything like it; Angie
squeezed my cock with her pussy, her muscles seemed to
undulate and roll over me. It brought me to the brink
of an orgasm in just a few seconds."
"I'm glad you liked it," Mary said with a crack in
her voice.
"Mom, is it okay if I squeeze Dad some more?"
"Of course dear, that was a nice gesture; I want
you to continue finding creative ways to please your
father."
"Thanks Mom, this is fun!"
"Look Byron," Mary said, "Angie is obviously
oversexed for a girl her age, I want you to take care
of her needs, make sure she's satisfied; I don't want
my little girl going to school in the morning all
frustrated and then coming home pregnant from some kid
who couldn't support a puppy dog let alone a family."
"She'll sleep like a baby when I'm done with her."
"Please see that she does get some rest, I don't
want to get a call from a teacher saying she's falling
asleep in class."
"I be fine Mom, goodnight."
Mary turned around at the bedroom door and took
one more look at her fourteen-year-old daughter. The
bed squeaked and Angie's mouth hung open as she
repeatedly moaned "Oh Daddy," and Mary knew that her
little girl's first fuck was going to be a good one.
This night was one that Angie would always remember.
"Oooohhhh Daddy, I can't help myself; I want you
to fuck me.
"It's okay, I want you too."
Angie's mind drifted into a private place; her
breasts had enlarged and her nipples were erect, the
skin on her chest turned crimson and her clitoris stood
out, a throbbing wave rose between her legs and spread
through her body, and then the spasms started; it was
the same muscular contraction that she had used to
drive him crazy, only now it was involuntary, her pussy
had taken over and was massaging his cock while the
rest of her body trembled out of control.
"AAAAHHHH Daddy!"
"Angie, stop it, you're pumping me with you pussy
again, I can't control myself when you do that."
"No Daddy, I like squeezing your cock and you
can't stop me either!"
"I shouldn't come inside you Angie, but ooohhh...
you're so good, I can't help myself, I've to have you!"
"That's a good Daddy, push it all the way in."
"OOOOHHHH, AAAAHHHH, you sexy little girl!"
Her father's face contorted and his hips began
jerking as she lay there with him buried between her
thighs, then she felt his cock leaping inside her and
she knew he was doing what he hadn't wanted to do, but
she had made him do it anyway, and now he was splashing
his hot love potion deep inside her belly.
"AAAAHHHH ANGIE!
"OOOOHHHH YES DADDY, I CAN FEEL YOU COMING!"
Mary sat in the master bedroom and listened to the
sounds of passion echoing through the house; her
husband had been fucking their teenage daughter for
almost two hours, and now the little girl's euphoric
cries proved that she had been taken to the pinnacle of
ecstasy. Mary was confident that Angie had received an
excellent introduction to the art of making love, and
it was doubtful that she would have anymore behavior
problems, now that her greatest needs could be
satisfied right here at home.
* * *
The next day Jodie waited in the school lunchroom
for Angie, it had only been a few hours since they had
said goodbye at the end of Angie's driveway, but that
seemed like a long time ago and Jodie felt like they
needed to spend some time together and talk. Their eyes
immediately locked on each other when Angie walked into
the building, and they quickly got their lunches and
moved off to a table that was apart from the other
students.
"Did you get in a lot of trouble last night?"
Jodie asked.
"Not really, my dad just spanked me."
Jodie spilled some milk on her lunch tray. "Was it
painful?"
"It hurt my pride more than anything. He said he'd
never do it again. I guess we have an understanding
now."
"That's good. Hey, after I left you last night I
went home and had a long talk with my dad and he
finally agreed to let me have the double eyelid
surgery. I'll have the operation this summer."
"Jodie, you're pretty the way you are."
"You're so nice, but I think it will make me feel
better about myself, I'll have more self-confidence so
I can go get my guy William."
"You really are serious about him."
"Deadly serious, I swear, someday he will be mine
or else. I feel like I can't live without him."
"But Jodie, you hardly know him."
"I know but I just can't help it; I really believe
that William and I are meant to be together."
"I hope you're right."
"You want to know something," Jodie said in an
extra hushed voice, "I think my sister has something
going on with that single guy who moved in next door to
us."
"Isabelle? I don't believe it! All she ever does
is study. That guy is a lot older too, but he is really
good looking."
"I've seen my sister walking real slow in front of
his house and staring in the front window. I recognize
the behavior, she's acting like I did with William.
I'll keep an eye on her and let you know what happens."
"He's dreamy; Isabelle has good taste in guys."
"I wish she had better taste in girlfriends, I
just don't see why she hangs around with Mallory so
much."
"I guess that time you were alone with Mallory
kind of changed your life, is that why you don't like
her?"
"Well, it did change me, and I'm glad it happened,
I just don't like her style. It's like this; when you
and I were together in the woods last night it was so
honest, we were mutual about it, if you know what I
mean. With Mallory the mutual part is left out, she
just takes what she wants, and the more I think about
it, the madder I get."
"I guess it kind of indirectly changed my life
too, I mean if you and Mallory hadn't happened, then
you and me in the woods might never have happened."
"Do you always have to be so positive about
everything?"
"I like to stay on the sunny side of life."
"That's one reason I like you, but are you okay
today? You seem like your mind is someplace far away."
"I'm sorry, you know me, sometimes I get moody."
"I understand, that's what friends are for."
"I don't know what I'd do without you Jodie. Can I
ask your opinion on something?" Jodie nodded and leaned
forward as Angie continued in a hushed voice. "Do you
think any of the girls here at school have been
involved with their dads in a way that goes beyond what
daughters usually do, say more like a boyfriend?"
Jodie flinched and knocked a spoon off the table.
"I don't know about other girls Angie, but I will tell
you a secret about myself; one night I had a dream
about me and my dad where it was late and everyone in
the house had gone to sleep and my dad sneaked into my
room in the dark and got into bed with me and he took
off my pajamas and I let him kiss me and touch me all
over and I got excited and I let him do everything to
me. Do you think I'm terrible?"
"You're not terrible at all Jodie, in fact, I
think more girls have had that dream than people are
willing to admit; I did some research and found out
that about six percent of all people have done it with
a family member. Now, let's do the numbers; there are
about nine hundred students here at school, six percent
of nine hundred is fifty four, and half of those are
girls, therefore, as many as twenty seven girls in our
school could be having sex their fathers.
"That's a lot. I wonder how the girls feel about
it."
"It's hard to say, but I bet a lot depends on how
the girl is treated, if the guy is nice it makes all
the difference."
Angie took a few more nibbles of lunch and then
pushed the tray away, which was unusual; she normally
had a good appetite. She seemed different; there was a
smoldering presence in her eyes that hadn't been there
before, she appeared to have grown up a year or two
since just yesterday and there was a feeling of
something unspoken hanging in the silence between them.
"Did something happen last night?"
Angie looked away from her toward the end of the
table and then slowly brought her smoldering eyes back.
She had known Angie since grade school, they were as
close as two friends could be, and sometimes it felt as
if there was a window where she could see into her
mind, like when she knew what Angie was going to say
before she actually said it, and now the curtain was
open and she intuitively understood the implicit
meaning when Angie looked into her eyes and nodded her
head.
The End