"MEG! Get in here now!" I heard Daddy hollering from his home-office. I actually had no clue that he was home. But it definitely wasn't a good sign that he was yelling from downstairs while I was upstairs doing homework instead of leaning in the doorway to my room and talking to me. I wracked my brain as I smoothed my skirt over my ass and zipped the hooded sweatshirt over my bra, and thought carefully about what the hell Daddy could be yelling about now.
I took a second as I passed the full length mirror to check out my 18 year-old body. My tits were kinda small, fully a B-cup but I wished they were larger. My legs were long, curving into a nice full ass. My face was heart-shaped with large green eyes framed with long black eyelashes, and my very dark brown hair was naturally wavy and fell softly below my shoulder-blades. And of course my best facial feature, my mouth...soft, warm, full lips, that would probably be referred to as DSLs...Dick Sucking Lips.
I started down the stairs as Daddy came out of his office, ready to yell again. I paused as I got a look at his face. His face was hard, furious, his jaw tense, and worst of all, the fire behind his green eyes. "Oh shit," I said under my breath, still unsure what I did (or did not) do, but certain that I was not going to feel anything but regret and a burning ass when Daddy was done.
I knew that being cute wasn't a good idea, so instead I went for innocently confused, which wasn't much of a stretch. "Daddy? You, um, called, for me?" I looked up at him. Daddy stood 6'3" and had a touch of grey at his temples in his light brown hair. My Daddy was always handsome, even when he was angry. He was Australian, and moved to the U.S. where he met my mom (who was older than him) when I was just a baby. Mom got sick of being a wife and mother and ran off to Vegas, leaving me with Daddy. We may not be related, but I loved my Daddy as if we were real father and daughter.
I usually loved hearing him talk. His accent was sexy – he never lost it even though he'd lived here for most of my life. It was actually even more pronounced when he was angry...and Daddy was furious right now.
"Get your fucking ass into my office, Meg." He turned away from me and went back inside, expecting me to follow him. Self preservation told me the smart thing to do was to be a good girl, get in, deny it all, and get out; so I followed meekly.
He sat at his desk, staring at me. The anger was palpable. Daddy hadn't asked me to sit, so I stood in front of his desk, my hands clasped in front of me. I still had no clue why he was so angry. I held my tongue and looked at the top of his desk, waiting. The seconds ticked by, counted by the pendulum clock on the wall...or maybe it was the pounding of my heart in my ears. But in the silence of Daddy's office, they were both so unbelievably loud.
"I've already had a fucking day from hell at the office dealing with employee bullshit. Then I got a call about you today, young lady. You had better have a damn good explanation." Each word from Daddy's lips was tinged with arsenic...he was REALLY pissed off.
I looked up at him. "Daddy, I'm sorry, but I really don't know what you're angry about. Please, tell me?" I said this softly, trying to keep from inflaming his anger.
"Seriously? You're going to stand there and lie to my face?"
"Daddy, could you please clue me in?" I say respectfully.
I swear daddy turned red at this point, and I could see the vein in his forehead throbbing. He shocked me when, instead of screaming, he dropped his voice very low, and said evenly, "You. Are. A. God. Damn. Fucking. SLUT." Each word was punctuated as if a sentence of its own. And I felt as if I'd been slapped at the last word.
"Wha- what the hell are you talking about, Daddy!?" I lost my composure and fell into a chair, my skirt sliding up my thighs. At that moment, though, I realized that Daddy had found out. And since I had started denying, I had to keep denying everything.
"Your principal called. Do you still want to deny everything, Meg?"
"I...don't know why he would call..." my voice trailed off as I hid my face in my hands.
Daddy slammed his fist down on his desk, making me jump. "God DAMMIT Megan, STOP LYING!" Tears welled up in my eyes. "You were found with that boy...at school...Fucking."
I cried, tears streaming over my cheeks, as Daddy laid out the accusation. "No Daddy! We weren't fucking, I swear it!"
"Oh? You swear it? Just like you had 'no idea' why I would be livid? Just like you had 'no idea' why the school would call? You swearing to me doesn't mean a whole lot right now."
"Daddy, I promise you, we were not having sex...well...sort of anyway." My face was burning but I knew I had to be completely open with Daddy. "Not that it makes it much better, but I was sitting on the counter, sucking his dick, while he fingered me. But I didn't have sex with him." I breathed out and stared at the ink spot on his blotter on his desk.
I could feel Daddy's eyes burning into me, and even though I didn't want to, I looked up, thinking I would meet his eyes. They were, instead, focused on my skirt which had slid up further and the realization that my bare pussy was visible hit me. "Oh...fuck," I thought to myself, and reached to pull my skirt lower.
"STOP! You like acting like a whore, so you may as well look like one here at home, too. Get up and come sit on the edge of Daddy's desk...and spread those slut legs of yours." I slowly obeyed. I was embarrassed. And the embarrassment was made worse by the fact that showing Daddy my cunt (and hearing that Aussie accent of his) was making me wet. I felt the cold wood of the desktop on my ass as I slid in front of Daddy and spread my legs.
"Wider, Meg," Daddy said as he pushed my skirt up around my hips. My face was burning almost as much as my pussy. "Mmmmm...so this is the pussy you had no problem showing off at school? Lucky boy." Daddy ran his fingers over my thigh and I couldn't help gasping softly and trembling under his touch. He caressed me again, and I closed my eyes, biting my lower lip. My eyes popped open and I cried out in surprise when the sharp *crack* landed on my inner thigh. Daddy slapped the other leg and I instinctively moved to close my legs to protect myself.
"No...keep them open, cunt. You had no problem showing that to a boy at school your slutty pussy. Now you need to be punished. If I have to tie your legs open neither of us will be happy." I whimpered, but spread my legs again.
"Very good, Meg. But you don't look enough like a slut. Take off your top and bra." Daddy stared hard at me.
"Daddy, please. I get it. I'll be good, daddy." I was begging. I just wanted to run back upstairs to my bedroom.
Instead, Daddy stood up, towering over me, and reached out, grasped the zipper and yanked it down in one move, then pushed the sweatshirt off my shoulders. He ran the back of his hand down my chest, lightly brushing against one nipple, then the other. He slid the other hand up my stomach and gently groped my right breast over the bra. "Look how hard those little nipples are, you dirty girl. Getting turned on when your Daddy touches you. Now...Meg, take off your bra."
He stepped back and folded his arms, staring me down. With trembling hands, I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra, slowly sliding the straps off my shoulders, and letting the cups fall away from my breasts. Daddy held out his hand and I gave it to him, then instinctively covered my chest with my arms. "Tsk, Tsk. No, Meg. You don't get to cover up."
Daddy grabbed his keys from his pocket and unlocked "The Drawer" in his desk. He pulled out a set of handcuffs, securing my wrists together behind my back, forcing my tits forward. He firmly pushed my legs apart and pulled a leather paddle, a riding crop, and a flogger from the drawer, setting each one on the desk top. Finally he pulled a vibrator out.
Daddy grabbed my face and forced me to look in his eyes. "Don't close your legs, slut. This is for your own good." I nodded as he picked up the flogger. Daddy trailed the strands over my stomach and thighs, tickling and teasing me. Then he cocked his arm and brought the leather strips down hard on my inner thigh. I whimpered, knowing he was just warming up...it was light and stingy, not hurting too much, but still not pleasant. He struck my tits too, popping the hard sensitive nipples and making me cry out.
"Oohhh poor baby. Does that hurt?" I knew it was rhetorical. He snapped the leather straps again, landing this time on my stomach. I shuddered and tried to shy away. He grabbed me by the hair and held me still, setting the flogger down. He picked up the riding crop and drew lines over my skin with it, making me shiver.
Daddy released me with the simple order "Don't. Move." I nodded and braced myself. He snapped the riding crop across the top of my tits and I screamed out. "OWWWWW FUCK!" He swatted the inside of my thighs, each side, then placed a well aimed strike on my pussy lips. I was sobbing, begging him to stop and trying to keep my thighs spread open but I finally broke down and snapped my legs shut
Daddy ran his hand up over my tits, pinching each nipple hard, harder, making me scream and crumple against him, then moved his hand up to my throat, squeezing gently.
"Since you cannot keep your legs open and your cunt spread for me, my precious little slut, I guess you'll have to bend over." He pulled me off the desk and bent me over his desk, face down, hands still cuffed behind my back. I felt the cold wood against my nipples. I whimpered as daddy pushed my legs apart, knocking me slightly off balance. He ran his hands over my ass, squeezing each cheek, then spreading my ass and sliding a finger in up to the first knuckle, then pulling out.
"I'm going to take both holes, make you the whore you've been acting like," he whispered, making my cunt drip. "But not...quite...yet," he drew out the last bits of his sentence as he slipped his fingers along my wet cunt slit and deep into me. "Such a naughty little cunt, getting wet over your daddy's punishments."
Daddy picked up the vibrator and turned it on, working it into my cunt. "Hold it in there, slut. Don't fucking dare drop it." He then reached for the leather paddle, the one with holes drilled into it to reduce the air drag. I heard him heft it against his palm, a light slapping sound. I trembled, half in anticipation from the stinging that would be landing on my ass and thighs, half from the vibrator buzzing away deep inside me.
Holding that vibrator would require me to hold my muscles tight...which also meant each strike would hurt more. Daddy slapped my ass hard, and I screamed, jerking forward on the desk, the edge cutting into my thighs. He hit me again, and again, each time in a different spot, stinging my ass, my thighs, the curve above and below my ass. I let go and screamed and begged.
