I DO NOT CONDONE INCEST OR ANY KIND OF SEXUAL INVOLVEMENT WITH A CHILD IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM. This is just a fantasy for those who enjoy age play. The key word here is fantasy.
Lindsey was slightly embarrassed as her Dad made her pose with him for a picture before she left for the prom. But she was truly beautiful in her long tight fitting white dress that was spilt up the side and tiny little straps that held the bodice up. It was her senior prom just a week past her eighteenth birthday. She was going with Joe, a strapping young jock who had already signed a letter of intent to play football at Penn State. They were the quintessential couple. The prettiest girl in school dating the most popular guy.
“Lindsey, you don’t have a curfew, but you better be home by the time I wake up. And Joe, you get her and yourself home safely,” said Mike, her dad.
“Don’t worry Mr. Curtis, I’ll take good care of her.”
Lindsey made it home that night at three in the morning. She fumbled with the lock for while. She had a bit too much to drink. She tried to be quiet as she staggered to her room. Once inside, she slipped out of her dress and white cotton panties, pulled on a large T-shirt and drifted off to sleep.
Daddy came in her room at noon the next day with strawberry Poptarts and orange juice. She was still asleep. He noticed her panties in the middle of the floor and picked them up to toss in the hamper. But once in his hand, he noticed that they were soaking wet. He stuffed them in his pocket and gently shook her leg.
“Wake up, Princess. I brought you some breakfast.”
“Thank you Daddy,” she grumbled, “I’m going to sleep a little longer.”
“OK, but don’t sleep the whole day away.”
About an hour Lindsey showered and got dressed and brought the tray back downstairs to the kitchen. Daddy was there sitting at the table which he rarely did unless he was going to give her a lecture. She thought for moment that he found out about her drinking. But no, this was much worse. “Lindsey, follow me to my room. I have something I want you to explain.”
Now she was really scared. What could he have found? They left all the bottles at the motel room. Was he angry about how late she got in? She walked in the room and saw the bunched up panties on his bed. This was getting more bizarre. "What are my panties doing on your bed, Daddy?"
"You left them in the middle of your room when you got home. I thought we agreed that you would remain a virgin until you got married. They are soaking wet, Lindsey. Either you went swimming in them or you had a better time at the prom than you want to admit."
"But I am a virgin, Daddy. We fooled around a little bit. All the kids do it. I'm the only cheerleader besides Amy who is a virgin. And she spends her weekends at the church."
"So if all the kids get a tattoo does that mean you have to get one too? You leave me no choice but to punish you. You are getting a spanking," he said.
"But Daddy, I'm too old for a spanking. I haven't had one in eight years."
"No more backtalk. Take off your shorts and panties and crawl over my lap. Now!"
Lindsey turned a bright red but complied. She was trembling as she braced for the first lick.
"Now, you slut, put your hands on your head. If they come off, I'll have to start over." Mike was a powerful man. She felt his strength as his hand found the sweet spot of her ass. She cried out more from the shock than the pain. Another found the mark and her clit started to throb.
"Did you suck his cock, Lindsey?"
"Yes Sir."
His hand came down hard on her left cheek leaving an imprint.
"Just how many cocks have you sucked?"
"Three Daddy," she replied.
Two more blows stung her ass.
"Are you a good little cock sucker?"
"Yes Daddy. They always cum quickly."
"Are you going to suck my cock when we are done?"