Lauren sat with her feet on the edge of the chair; her knees splayed apart, her panties discarded on the floor - totally lost in the images on the computer monitor as her fingers work their magic on her young pussy. She was so lost in her body's responses that she failed to hear the door inch open, failed to hear somebody enter the room. What began as a low moan turned into a shriek of horror as a voice bellowed, "Just what the hell are you doing young lady?"
Lauren tried and failed to close the window she was so recently engrossed in as she dropped her feet to the floor and tried to get her skirt back into position. The chair was swung round and she was faced with the furious face of her father. Actually, he was her stepfather, but her had raised her alone since she was six and had been part of her life since her earliest memories. Her face was already flushed from her furtive actions and now her cheeks reddened even more with embarrassment. How the heck was she going to explain this?
"Well? I am waiting."
"Daddy! I ... it was a mistake. It opened up on its own" Yes! That was believable. Porn sites were always opening up of their own accord ... he would believe that, surely. She tried a tentative smile.
It didn't work, of course. Like lightening, his hand shot out and grabbed her arm, pulling Lauren to her feet. His eyes bore into her face and she knew that she was in deep trouble. "Oh, so MY computer turned itself on, opened explorer, suddenly found a porn site - and you just happened to be passing and saw it through a closed door? Yessss - I can se it all now. Now ... you have one more chance to tell - answer my original question."
Lauren tried to grope her racing mind for the question. What had he asked? She couldn't even remember ... she was so horrified that he was home hours early and had found her in such a compromising position. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. She tried to make tears come. Tears always melted her father ... but even they deserted her. The silence lengthened. Lauren tried to move her arm, but her father just tightened his grip. That wasn't going to work either.
"Very well, young lady. I will make up my own version of events. You decided to enter MY office, sit in MY chair, and use MY computer to surf porn sites. You, young lady are in BIG trouble."
"I'm sorry Daddy. Please let me go. I won't do it again, I promise. Please daddy."
"Too little too late, Laurie. You need to learn a lesson that you will not forget in a hurry."
Lauren didn't like the sound of that. And liked it even less when her found herself being swung around and pulled down over his lap as he suddenly sat in the chair.
"DADDY!" Lauren cried out, half in terror and half in surprise. "Please, Daddy - don't ... please."
His hand landed like a thunderclap and Lauren let out a squeal. A second smack landed. Then a third. Lauren was having trouble breathing as the smack rained down on her exposed arse. They strokes were beginning to hurt and Lauren begged her father to stop. After a minute or two, which felt much longer to Lauren, he did stop and just rested his hand on her red-hot cheek.
"Now then, baby, let's try again, shall we? Just what were you doing?"
Lauren tried to get up, but her father placed his spare hand between her shoulder blades, keeping her firmly in position. Lauren knew that she was going to have to tell him the truth - maybe not the whole truth ... but most of it.
"I ... I just wanted to see. They all whisper about it, and I wanted to see. And ... it made me feel ... and I just wanted to know. And you weren't due for hours and so ........."
Lauren didn't get any further before another slap landed on her already smarting arse.
"Oh, so you thought it would be all right to use my computer, did you? Come into the one room you know is off limits? How often have you done this?"
Pausing just a little, and mentally crossing her fingers, Lauren said, "This is the first time, honest Daddy."
Darn the man - he always knew when she was lying. The spanking resumed, but this time it seemed different. Each cheek was being smacked in turn, and Lauren began to welcome the strikes, then gave a guilty start as she realised that she was enjoying it. Oh goodness - he had better stop soon because she was getting wet. Almost as if he read her thoughts, her father stopped, and began to rub her arse gently.
"Don't lie to me Laurie baby ... how many times? Is it once in a while? Once a month? Weekly? Or do you sneak in here every day?"
Lauren squirmed uncomfortably as he had hit on the truth. For months now, since just before her eighteenth birthday last October, she had been rushing home from school to grab an hour or two on her father's computer. She had one of her own, but it had been set up to deny any access to adult sites. She had found some picture sites and the images were hot. They made her hot too. She used them to work herself until she was dripping and aching - but had never yet achieved this mystical orgasm that she had heard whispered about in the changing rooms at school. Then she had explored further and come across a site that offered all sorts of stories.
Lauren had read avidly, and those where the man was much strong, or older, excited her greatly. Soon she was casting herself in the female roles. The man always had clouded features in her imagination, as she had nobody to base them on. Then, one day, she stumbled across an incest story that had her heart racing. It was a really hot story, written by one of the better authors, and had her so wet that she had to shower. Suddenly the man had a face ... the face of the man whom was now rubbing her bare arse.
"Yes," whispered Lauren.
"Pardon? I didn't hear that? Speak up my dear."
"Yes, Daddy," her voice sounded over loud to her ears.
"Stand up. Come on, stand before me." His voice was firm and Lauren slowly slid off his lap and stood there, hoping that the incident was now closed. That he would give her a lecture and let her escape to her room. She really needed to rub her pussy, it was so hot and wet, and she needed to gain release. But the agony wasn't over yet.
"Come her and sit on my lap"
Lauren hesitated. What was he going to do now? She moved towards him and stooped to put on her panties, but was stopped by him saying "Don't you DARE to touch those." He pulled her over, turned her round and pulled her onto his lap, positioning her slightly to one side so that he was looking over her shoulder. He moved the computer chair in slightly so that they were both sitting at the keyboard, facing the monitor, which was still showing its lewd pictures.
"Ok now baby, what else do you do in here?" His voice was still firm, but softer. "Do you just like looking at these sort of pictures? Huh? Do they make you feel all grown up? Do they excite my little girl?"
As he spoke, he moved his left hand so that it was resting on her bare thigh. His fingers made small stroking movements on her leg. Each stroke was getting higher up her thigh until with a shock Lauren felt her father's fingers on her mound. Lauren went very still, not daring to move, praying this was not happening.
She knew that he was expecting an answer. He would not let her get away with silence. "Yes, Daddy." The answer was barely audible and Lauren was sure that he must hear her rapidly increasing heartbeat.
"And what else does my little girl get up to on Daddy's computer? Hmmm? Tell me Laurie, what other things does my naughty girl do?"
Lauren was dreading this question. She couldn't tell him, she mustn't tell him. It was awful. She began to stammer an answer, conscious of the ever-moving fingers that kept grazing her mound, sending shocks of pleasure coursing through her young, inexperienced body. "I look at clothes and stuff, Daddy," she said without hesitation, and then added as his fingers pinched her leg, "And I chat a little."
"Show me honey. Bring up the site you look at."
