She was naked now, of course; as naked as the first time he had seen her. He didn't know that as he looked down hungrily on the sexy young woman lying before him that he had first seen her on the day she was born, the day his wife had given birth to her, the day his daughter had come into the world. When she had appeared in his studio today he had mistaken her for his latest model and had convinced her to wear a silky robe which hung to her curves before he had seduced her, made love to her, pleasured her in ways it was obvious no one else ever had.
But now the model agency had called to apologise that they hadn't been able to send anyone today. So, who was she?
She had heard his phone buzzing as it vibrated in his jeans pocket, the jeans that were lying on the floor next to the chaise longue where she lay. The chaise longue on which she had willingly given herself to her father and on which she had been loved like never before. She slowly opened her eyes, saw him standing only inches away, still naked and, as her eyes travelled upward, still erect.
"I can't believe a man of his age is ready to go again," she thought to herself. Her mother had told her how charming he could be but not surprisingly she had never gone into any detail with her daughter about what a fantastic lover her ex-husband was or what a magnificent cock he had. She looked up into his gorgeous eyes and although they were twinkling with something she could only describe as mischief, his face was in a frown. And it was directed at her.
"You've been a naughty girl, haven't you?"
Thinking that the phone call must have been from her mother, her face turned bright red as she looked for something to cover her naked body and started to apologise.
"I'm sorry, really sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen, Daddy." She presumed his ex-wife had told him who she really was and now he knew that they had committed incest. And they had committed it more than once. She wondered why his cock was still so hard though.
"Oh, "Daddy" is it? I think I like that. Submissive but also a bit naughty. Well you know what happens to naughty girls, don't you?"
She looked at him in astonishment. Why was it her conversations with him always seemed to go down a very different path from the one she intended.
"No, I didn't mean it like that."
"Oh, I know exactly what you meant. But to answer my own question, naughty girls have to be punished."
Not sure what he meant by that or how she should respond, she simply watched as he turned and walked away from her, obviously presuming that she would follow. He walked over to the straight-backed chair and waited for her to come to him.
She walked nervously over to him, her head hung low, her face burning red. Now that fire of her passion had died down, she couldn't believe she was presenting her naked body to her naked father once again. He didn't seem in the least bit embarrassed that his hard cock was pointing straight up but it was his words that shocked her next.
"Now down across my lap," he instructed her, patting his thigh as if she needed clarification.
For a moment she was pleased when she realised that such a position would hide most of her nakedness from his sight, leaving only her plump bottom on display. But her relief didn't last any longer than it took her to get into position, her feet on one side of him, as she stretched across his lap, and her arms outstretched on his other side. She was trembling now, still unable that to believe that he was going to do what was obviously on his mind. She had never been spanked by her mother, but a previous boyfriend had once suggested it to her. She had left him in no doubt that no such thing was ever going to happen.
Now it seemed it was her father who was to be the first to spank her, but that was almost forgotten when his next words that shocked her to her core.
"Do you want to spread your cheeks for me or will I do it myself? I'd like to take a closer look at your most intimate place."
He had photographed thousands of women, of all shapes and sizes, throughout his career but there had only ever been one whose arse had turned him on so much. He smiled to himself at the memory of seeing his ex-wife naked for the first time and how vulnerable she had seemed. No-one had ever had the same effect on him; no-one, until now that is.
He couldn't believe how similar this young girl was. The same plump cheeks, the same slight swell at the hips, the same smooth, unblemished skin. And the same vulnerability and embarrassment.
He had been entranced by her shape almost as much as he had been captivated by her beautiful eyes and now he had her just where he wanted her. He would still go slowly with her, but he wanted to see how far he could push her limits and how far she would go. Now he wanted to see if she would be complicit or if he would have to take control.
Her whole body shook as she heard his words. No-one had ever touched her there. Even when she made love previously when she was on her hands and knees, she had told herself that her boyfriend would be too interested in fucking her to be looking at her tightest hole. She hated the thought of anyone looking at her there and had blanked out these thoughts when she had her best orgasms in that position. She had never understood it when her boyfriend had told her he had never known her pussy to be so wet as she was in that position.
She didn't want her father to be touching her bottom any more than he already had and any more than he was going to when he eventually delivered her spanking, so she reached back with her right hand and could feel her juices run once more as she did as he had commanded. She shuddered in embarrassment when she felt his warm breath between her cheeks and wondered why her own father would want to look so closely.
He could feel her trembling; he could see the dampness of her pussy lips and he was very, very tempted to touch her where he was sure no-one else had ever touched. But that could wait; first he would torment her a little more.
"I see you're getting wet. Is showing off your tight arsehole to an older man turning you on?"
"Why didn't he ask how she felt about showing of her body to her own father?" she wondered momentarily but that thought was driven from her mind when she felt his cock twitch against her hip. She had been doing her best to avoid it, but it was impossible in this position and her face burned red anew. In fact, it felt like her whole body was blushing.
She couldn't trust herself to speak, certain that whatever she said would be misconstrued once again. She shook her head from side to side but even that just seemed to cause her breasts to shake too and she stopped. She wished he would just get it over with.
But he knew exactly what he was doing and knew exactly what buttons to press to increase her embarrassment, her shame and her lust. Holding her tight against him, tight against his throbbing cock, he slowly ran one finger along her pussy lips, letting it become coated in her juices, before even more slowly moving upwards. His finger moved round her forbidden place in ever decreasing circles, smearing her tight hole in her own juices and he could practically feel her disgrace emanating from her trembling body. He could certainly feel her juices soaking his thighs.
As she patiently waited for her punishment, she felt her father running his hands over her naked bottom, just as he often done when her mother was in the same position. She couldn't have known how much he was admiring her round, soft cheeks; all she could wonder was how hard he was going to spank her.
