Author note: This is a revision because I wrote two more parts and had to edit this one for consistency. Hopefully it's an improvement. I think it is.
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Eighteen year old Mary poked her head into her Daddy's study, where he was checking the mail; she was wearing a pair of his old sweat pants and an over-sized tee for pajamas. "Good night, Daddy."
He didn't hear her, absorbed as he was in the letter he was reading. When she saw she wasn't going to get an answer, she slipped in and padded silently to his desk before touching his shoulder. He looked up absently, a frown on his brow. "Yes, dear?"
"I'm going to bed Daddy, good night." She leaned over and kissed his cheek.
"Good night, sweetheart." Dax opened the next envelope as she slipped from the room. He read the notice inside and frowned. Slowly, he got up from his chair and opened the safe hidden behind a painting. Inside were several toys left over from his days as a Dominant. He'd given up the lifestyle when one of his girls had gotten pregnant. The girl had freaked and tried to abort. He'd convinced her to leave the baby with him, though it wasn't his, and go her own way. Mary had never known a mother and he'd given up the lifestyle to raise her. He'd never thought he'd need the toys again, but the letter from Mary's school was incriminating, and not the first one he'd received. Dax pulled out a leather paddle, a wooden one and, after some thought, a set of vibrating anal beads and a pocket rocket.
Dax's hand trembled as he set the last two items in his pocket. The girl's mother had been a pain slut and it was too much to hope it'd be genetic but his daughter showed some signs of enjoying pain already. He shook his head and almost put the toys back. His thoughts were evil. He'd raised her from birth and she was just eighteen. He'd been watching her for two years now, fighting these feelings. On her eighteenth birthday he'd given up, but couldn't find a way around their current relationship. Now he had an opening. He remembered to slip some lube into his pocket at the last second. The walk to her room was slow and measured.
Dax knocked on her door, listening. When he heard a mumbled, "Yeah Daddy?" he pushed the door open and slipped inside.
Mary sat up and pushed her hair from her eyes. The sweatpants lay in a tidy head on the floor beside the bed.
"I have learned some disturbing things, Mary. I think we need to talk about them."
"Now Daddy?"
"Now, baby."
"Okay." She smiled at him as she sat up and pushed out from under the covers. She swung long legs around and sat on the edge of the bed. "What's wrong Daddy?"
Dax sat down and set the paddles between them. He watched as she looked curiously at them.
"What are those, Daddy?"
"These things I heard mean I have to punish you, Mary. The paddles will help me. Now, drop your panties and lay across Daddy's lap."
Mary gaped at him for a full minute, even as something deep inside her thrilled to the command. "Y-yes Daddy." She couldn't bear to look at him so she turned her back and lifted the long tee enough to grab the waist of her panties.
Dax's cock jumped at the sight of that young firm ass encased in navy blue boy shorts. He sternly willed it down. Soon she turned back to him, hands tugging the hem of her shirt down nervously.
"Daddy, I really don't think that..." She squeaked as he grabbed her shirt and pulled her down so that she fell across his lap.
Dax fell into old habits and caressed her ass before he brought a sharp slap down on first one cheek and then the other. "I don't think you've been thinking very much at all lately Mary. It is time to tell me the things you've done wrong."
Mary yelped at the first slaps, then again when he started rhythmically smacking her ass as he waited for her to talk. "What do you want to know Daddy?" She whimpered the question, her face pressed into the bed.
"I want to know everything you've been doing wrong." Smack!
"Yes Daddy." Her voice got lower. "I skipped class."
Dax picked up the wooden paddle with his right hand while his left caressed her already heated flesh. "How many?"
"Six, Daddy." She writhed as six blows landed on her. She fought to keep her hands under her face. She didn't understand the growing heat in her belly.
Dax laid the paddle down and ran a hand over the hot, pink skin. "What else have you done wrong?"
"I haven't been doing my homework Daddy."
Dax picked up the leather paddle and extended his range from her ass to down her thighs. Mary whimpered and moaned, writhing on his lap.
"Oh Mary," Dax whispered as his cock rose against her belly, "I wish you hadn't liked this."
"Why Daddy?"
"Because I didn't want to have to do this..." His hand slid up her thigh and pushed between them to her pussy. He stroked the soft inner lips, finding arousal and joy in the dampness there. Dax shifted a wee bit and brought out the anal beads and vibrator. He went back to stroking her pussy and she wriggled with a soft moan. He continued a moment longer, marveling at her responsiveness, then picked up the leather paddle and started letting it fall on her back, no power behind the strokes, just letting gravity pull it down. "What else have you done wrong baby?"
Mary cast desperately around for something, she usually was a good girl, and hit upon the one really bad thing. She whispered, "I let a boy put his penis in my mouth."
Dax froze as wild jealousy stormed through him. He pushed it down and asked, in a strangled voice, "You put a boy's penis in your mouth?"
Mary's voice was muffled against the bed spread. "Yes Daddy."
Dax dropped the paddle and landed a flurry of blows on Mary's ass until she was nearly wriggling to get away. He changed tactics again and caressed her instead. He pushed her shirt up to stroke her back, brushed her hair from her face and traced patterns on the growing welts on her ass with his fingertips. "What did you think of it, baby?"
"It was okay, Daddy. He kept making funny noises. And he tasted weird."
"Are you ever going to do it again?"
"I don't know. He kept trying to shove it down my throat."
Dax kept his next question in the same conversational tone of voice, "Have you ever thought about doing that with Daddy?"
Mary blushed and squirmed. She pressed her face into the bed, muffling her voice. "Yes Daddy."
"What," Dax paused and cleared his throat. "What have you thought about?"
"I wondered what your penis looks like, Daddy."
Dax felt blood rushing south and hoped she didn't noticed the new bulge straining against her belly. He continued stroking her ass, thighs and back, slapping her every now and then. Her soft, white flesh was turning a deep pink under the loving abuse. "Is that all you've thought about, sweetheart?" "No, Daddy." Mary moaned as his fingers found her wet pussy then stroked the moisture across her tight ass. She lifted her hips into his fingertips as he pressed against the opening.
