To understand me, you have to know that my dad is hot. I don't mean that he suffers in the heat, I mean my dad drives me to distraction with his good looks and great body. I know that might seem strange, but many women are attracted to Daddy and I just happen to be one of them.
It all started when I was in junior high and my body began looking more like a woman's than a little girl's. My tits just kept getting bigger and, as one boyfriend remarked, my legs came together and made a perfect ass of themselves. Since mom had left us, to "find herself," she said, it was just me and Daddy and I enjoyed teasing him.
I was not quite 20 when I discovered that all those years of teasing had had their effect. I was on my way out to party with my friends and was dressed up kinda sexy. I liked wearing short skirts and skimpy tops. They showed off my "assets." I came down the stairs to find Dad waiting for me.
"You're not going out dressed like that." He didn't say it like a question, asking what my plans were. He said it like it was fact.
My rebellious nature reared it's head. "And what am I supposed to wear? A nun's habit?" I could be pretty smart-mouthed and I knew Daddy didn't like it.
"You are not going out dressed like a tramp," Daddy said again. "You will not tease your boyfriends like you've been teasing me all these years."
My mind reeled. I took in the half empty glass in Daddy's hand with a little dark liquid still in the bottom. Jack Daniel's was Daddy's favorite drink in the evening before bed. I figured it was just the whiskey talking. I rolled my eyes in typical exasperated-daughter fashion and pushed past him. Instead of letting me go by and out the door, Daddy caught my arm and spun me around on my heels.
"I said you're not going to do this any more. Don't think I don't know what you've been up to all these years. You think I won't try to take what you've been dangling in front of my nose. You're wrong."
Did I say my Daddy is hot? He's really tall, about 6'4" or 6'5" and built like a dream. He has muscles in all the right places and the most hypnotizing green eyes I've ever seen. Someday, I'll probably want to marry a guy who looks just like him, but for now, all I wanted was this fantastic forbidden fruit. I just didn't think Daddy felt the same way.
"What are you gonna do, Daddy?" I taunted, "spank me?"
A slow smile spread across Daddy's face. I could see a hungry light spark in his eyes as his gaze swept from my face, to my tits, to my legs. He released my arm and set down his glass. "I think that's exactly what you need for teasing me, sweetheart."
Daddy's hands went to his belt, his big leather belt, and began working the buckle. I stood rooted to the spot. I wanted to just leave. My friends would be expecting me. But I was mesmerized by the sound of Daddy's belt as it cleared each loop in his jeans. Surely he wouldn't actually spank me?
Shaking my head, I spun on one heel and turned toward the door. I only took one step before Daddy's had was on my arm. This time, he jerked me back and practically drug me into the living room. I had to struggle to keep my feet under me. I tried to get my hand back, but Daddy was too strong for me. He drug me over to his desk and pushed me face down over it. His desk is pretty tall, or maybe I'm just short, but I folded over at the waist with my ass sticking into the air.
Daddy's strong hand held me to the desk, then he reached out and pulled my skirt up over my hips, exposing my panty-clad ass. I struggled against him, but Daddy was just too strong.
"Daddy, you can't do this!" Even as the words came out of my mouth, I knew I didn't mean it. I wanted Daddy to really see me. As a woman and not as his daughter. I wanted to feel his hands on me, but I wasn't sure about this.
I began to regret selecting the red lace hi-cut bikini I'd chosen that matched my push-up bra. Generally, I liked wearing sexy lingerie. It made me feel good. Now, I could feel Daddy's eyes burning into my backside and then his fingers slipping into the waistband to pull my panties down. When they slid to my feet, he told me to step out of them, then kicked my feet apart.
"You're going to regret teasing me, Jenny. You're going to have a hard time sitting down tonight!"
I didn't hear the belt until it slapped down on my ass. I screamed out with the pain. My ass felt like it was on fire, but the fire didn't stop as Daddy spanked me over and over with his belt. I was crying hard when he finally stopped. My ass must have been covered in red welts. I figured that Daddy just wanted to punish me. All thoughts of teasing Daddy left me head.
As my sobs began to subside, I felt Daddy's hand lift from the small of my back where he'd had me pinned over the desk. I guess I'd figured he'd leave me alone then, but I was wrong. I felt him lean over behind me and then felt his lips on my red, stinging bottom. He kissed each welt, giving each the tip of his tongue and the tickle of his mustache.
Suddenly, I felt his fingers at my slit, stroking up and down, teasing my clit at the top of each stroke. Maybe it was because Mom had left us. Maybe it was because we weren't that far apart in age (only 20 years). Maybe it was because...hell! I had no idea why I wanted to feel my father touching my pussy. All I knew was that I wanted him bad. My body was aching for him.
I arched my back to more fully expose my now very wet pussy. I could feel Daddy's hot breath on the cheeks of my ass as he pushed one finger into my sopping pussy. I nearly came with the feeling. He fucked his finger in and out until I could feel my orgasm building.
"Oh, Daddy!" I screamed. "Make me cum!"
