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 nave 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
