Zoë was so excited. It was her 18th birthday and Daddy had a treat for her. He was taking her to the new ranch to see his horses. It was a beautiful winter day: warm in the sun, blue skies and clean, crisp air. On the drive up to the ranch, Daddy had her sit close to him in the truck, so that her thigh touched his. He draped his arm over her shoulders and pulled her close, kissing her cheek, telling her how much he loved his little girl. Zoë enjoyed his warmth, his strength, the smell of his skin and the faint lingering of his cologne. He teased her a little, about being such a big beautiful girl now. All the boys were sure to have crushes on her, he said, and this made her blush. Not because it was true, but because she could only think about some of the other girls she knew and how thinking about them made her feel warm and tingly between her legs. The only boy Zoë ever thought about that way was her Daddy, and that thought made her terribly embarrassed, because she knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help thinking of her Daddy that way. As if sensing her confusion, Daddy put a hand on her leg and patted it in a fatherly way. At a stop sign, he turned and gave her a kiss that lingered on her lips and his hand moved up her bare thigh. Zoë clenched her knees together and Daddy moved his hand higher, all the way to her panties and forced his fingers in between the crease of her sex, just for a moment. Then he laughed, as if it were a joke, and drove on, talking of horses and the work to be done at the ranch.
When they arrived, Zoë was delighted to see the beautiful animals standing in their stalls, their big gentle eyes seeming to look right into her soul. She wondered if they could see the excitement and shame that warred there. Daddy took her into the corral and showed her how to brush them. He stood behind her, his hand over hers on the brush and she could feel his body pressing against her. Feeling her shame burn in her cheeks, Zoë pressed back and felt him harden against her bottom. Daddy began to comment on the stallion, pointing out how big and handsome he was. He told her to note how large the animal's penis was and he described how he would mount the mares when they came in heat.
"What's heat, Daddy?" Zoë asked.
"That's when the mares feel very excited between their legs and know that it is time for stallion to put his penis inside them so they can make a foal."
Zoë blushed even more as she pictured that, imagining the gorgeous stallion putting his huge sex into the beautiful mare. The tingling between her own legs grew and she thought about asking Daddy if little girls could be in heat, too, but held her tongue out of shame. She saw Daddy looking at her with a strange and intense look in his eyes and she looked away.
Daddy told her then to come with him into the tack room, he wanted to show her the horses' tack. Zoë followed him into the small room. It was half filled with hay and had a sweet, dusty smell. Hooks lined the walls and various ropes and harnesses and mysterious metal things hung there. Descending from the rafters was a big, hemp rope with a dull hook tied to one end, the other end hung to the ground and was looped over a hay pallet. Daddy showed her the bridles and reins, then started to playfully put them on her. Zoë laughed and whinnied like a horse and began to prance around the room. Daddy laughed and pretended to ride her. He draped some reins over her head and yelled "Giddyup!" and "Whoa!" Then Daddy threw a rope around her like a lasso and drew her into his arms, nuzzling her neck. She laughed and squirmed and tried to get away, but Daddy tightened his grip. Her struggles grew more serious as Daddy's nuzzling turned to kisses and his hands moved to cover her breasts and then slid up her dress.
"No, Daddy! Don't! I don't like it!" Zoë cried but he only laughed and continued to molest her. Suddenly, he grabbed a wrist and quickly tied a lead rope around it. Then he repeated this with her other wrist so that only a short bit of soft rope separated her hands. He yanked her arms up and slipped the rope over the hook hanging from the rafters, then tugged the other end so that her arms were lifted high over her head. Her protests seemed to only increase his pleasure. He tied off the rope so she was stretched up almost on toe tips. He took her face in his hands and kissed her deeply, telling her how much he loved his little girl but that he had seen her being very naughty the other night in her bedroom, touching herself in ways that little girls shouldn't do. It was very wicked and he was going to have to punish her before showing her how much he loved her. She started to cry and plead and he kissed her, very roughly this time, but still she sobbed. Her Daddy took something and put it in her mouth and fastened a strap behind her head: it was a ball gag. Her cries were muffled but her chest heaved with her sobs and tears streamed down her face.
He unbuttoned her blouse then and freed her breasts. Despite her shame she felt her nipples hardening. Daddy took them in his hands and played with them, kneading and stroking them and her cries began to lessen as the tingly feeling starting in her breasts began to spread lower towards her crotch. Suddenly Daddy pinched one nipple hard, causing a muffled moan to escape from behind her gag. Daddy pinched the other nipple hard sending a jolt of painful pleasure into her body. Daddy smiled as he watched her squirm: how could he be so cruel to treat her like this? Daddy began to spank her breasts with his hand, alternating spanks and pinches with soft kisses and then a bite, until she couldn't bear it, not knowing if something soft and nice or harsh and painful were coming next. Suddenly, Daddy stopped torturing her breasts and disappeared behind her. She heard him rummaging then felt something rough and prickly on the skin under breasts. Daddy was looping some rough hemp rope around her chest, encircling her breasts, binding her, squeezing her tits and making her nipples pop out. She began to cry anew under her gag.
Daddy stood back and admired his work. "Darling, you have such lovely breasts. Do you think of another girl kissing and sucking them? Do you?"
SMACK! Daddy gave one engorged and bound nipple a quick spank.
"Do you imagine them nibbling on your nipples, like this?" Daddy's hot mouth descended on one pink nipple and sucked it hard between his teeth.
"Or do you think about your Daddy doing this?" Zoë moaned, her face flushing with even more embarrassment, because it was true. She did think about her Daddy doing things to her. Not like this, though, nice things. Why was he so mean to her now?
Zoë felt Daddy's hands come up under dress. His fingers looped under the waistband of her panties and began to tug them down. Zoë kicked her legs, struggling against him, but he gave one big pull and her panties ripped apart, leaving her exposed and naked. Daddy grabbed an ankle and tied more rough rope around it, then repeated this with the other. He looped both ropes over opposite hooks near the floor of the tack room and pulled them tight, spreading her legs. Zoë hung there now, like an upside down "Y", feet spread, arms suspended over head by the hook. Her blouse was open and her breasts were cruelly bound, her engorged nipples poking pinkly out. Her dress was bunched up on hips and her buttocks and sex were exposed to the chill air and Daddy's hungry eyes.
"Darling, your daddy loves you very, very much. He's going to prove that to you. But you have been very bad and I'm afraid my warnings about your naughty thoughts - about girls' pussies and tits, about touching your own pussy and rubbing your clit - had no effect. So I'm going to have to teach you a lesson."
Zoë began crying harder out of fear, but she held some hope that Daddy wouldn't be too cruel. He said he loved her, after all. But that hope vanished when he saw the riding crop in Daddy's hand. It was long and thin and made of bound leather, with a knot on the end. Daddy took it and rubbed it on her face, down her neck, across her breasts. He went behind her and she felt it trace along her ass. She whimpered as it poked inside her ass cheeks and up against her tight virgin anus. When the first blow landed she was totally unprepared. It felt like fire erupting on her ass cheek. She shrieked behind the gag.
"Shush, now, dear daughter. The more you cry the harder I must spank you. You must try to be brave. Ok?"
