If you haven't read 'Pretty Please,' check it out for context and minor backstory.
Warning: This smut tale isn't a thoroughly thought-out novel. It is merely the musings of a horny woman who enjoys creating fantasies while masturbating. I thought of both while flicking the bean, so the characters are just horny, with no real heartfelt moments to captivate your senses. And the grammar is probably shit too, but, come on, just jack it anyway😝
-Pretty Please, Daddy.
Bright colors and adventure filled the elaborate film screen. June had wanted to see this movie since the trailer was released six months ago, but now it hardly was a blimp on her radar. She was beyond bored and ready to go home. Even the ice cream cone from the parlor didn't cheer her up. She didn't want to be anywhere but in her room with her new lover at her side.
Her new crush wasn't naturally the best pick. He had a hair full of brown strands, a hard chest, and an even harder cock. The two had known each other for months and lived together for one, but he had never interested her until this morning. Regardless, her sexy stepbrother Tim had deliciously seduced her in bed over a favor.
Their quick affair had been unique, leaving her cookie melting, and now she wanted to hurry home for a longer fuck. Giving up her plans to party, June had another idea of using that cute dress--showing up to his room in nothing but the tight teal number inching up her thighs. She would be quiet this time and milk his cock with detailed hops and humps.
The trip home was taking forever, and her pussy was dripping. Her imagination ran wild while staring at the trees surrounding the highway. She settled her fingers on her knees and twirled around up her thighs. Tim's lips would be between them in no time.
"That movie was pretty good, huh?" Her father, Kevin, said, snapping her out of her thoughts.
"Mmhm, it was funny."
"What was your favorite part?"
"Um," June giggled, "The whole movie was awesome. Did you like it?"
"The ice cream was better," Kevin chuckled.
June nodded. She panicked when her father took a left turn away from home.
"Wait? Where are we going?"
"I'm going to stop by Jake's on the way home. He has something he wants to show off."
Her father glimpsed her pout when he stopped by an old friend's house on the way home.
Jake and her father had been friends for years. He noticed his friend's daughter had filled out in all the right places. Her shirt could barely contain popping melons, and her hips were curvy in the tiny mini-skirt she donned.
"Hey there, Junie," Jake beamed and pinched her cheek.
Usually, June enjoyed teasing Mr. Jake with a sultry walk or rubbing up against his hard body. But the only thing she could focus on was the need to get back home in bed with Tim.
"Are you okay, sweetheart?"
A frown formed when he noticed a blemish on her neck, "Lord, Kevin. Those boys are at her already."
When Kevin eyed the love bite, he lashed out at her, "Where in the fuck did you get that, June?"
His nose turned up before his nostrils flared with rage. June pouted. Her nicknames were gone, and his voice was full of anger.
"My curling iron. Relax, Daddy."
"You don't tell me to relax," Kevin frowned, pushing her face up to glimpse the love bite fully.
"Who did it?" Kevin asked but had an idea.
Kevin knew he heard her moans this morning, and Tim was nowhere to be seen. He could only imagine the wreckage that punk had bestowed upon his only granddaughter. He had kept the secret of June's mother and father's affair hidden behind closed doors.
Kevin had raised his granddaughter as his own. He had tried to keep his daughter pure but had failed. June was the reminder of her 18-year-old affair and had fiery hair like her real father.
Kevin was embarrassed that his friend had pointed out the blemished mark and sneered at June.
"Do you know who dons hickeys? Sluts and tramps, that's who. You are a respectful young lady, and I didn't raise no slut."
"It's not a hickey, Daddy, I swear."
"You've earned a spanking," Kevin whispered and moved away to check out Jake's newest knife collection.
On the way home, June bit her lip and looked toward her father. She was tense, knowing a spanking from Daddy was upon her. She undesirably eyed his large hands and folded her arms across her chest.
"I promise, Daddy, it's not what it looks like."
"I don't care if it is or not. My spankings aren't always what you want, but it is what you need, little girl."
June nodded but pouted the whole way home. She stepped out of his giant truck and followed him to his office with her head down in despair.
Kevin relaxed in his leather chair and folded his arms across his chest.
"What were you doing in your room this morning?"
"I...." June shrugged, "I was listening to music and-"
"With Tim?"
"No. No, he, I don't know where he was. I haven't seen him...."
"You are lying to me, little girl, and I am adding them up," Kevin explained, tapping his finger against his temple, "Come here and pull your shirt up."
"Dadddddy," June whined.
"Now!"
June made a sluggish stroll toward him and lifted her shirt. With no bra, she revealed her soft pink nipples to her father. Kevin remained calm but brushed his calloused fingers along the drop of her boob.
She had received spankings since she was a little girl, but Daddy fondling her tit was new.
"Dad, what's going on?"
Lifting her right breast, Kevin frowned, "What is this?"
The purple bruise looked odd against her tanned chest. She remembered her brother's lips sucking against that spot. Instead of incriminating herself, June shrugged, biting her plump bottom lip.
"Jesus, Junie," Kevin growled, "I put a roof over your head and haven't even made you find a job. And this...." he paused and shook his head, "I understand that you're a grown woman, but in my house, you are my little girl."
"Nothing happened, Dad, I swear," June felt tears creeping against her lids and swiped at her weary eyes, "I didn't....."
"You are going to keep lying to me, Junie?" Kevin couldn't believe how his baby girl was acting, "I want you to be earnest. I taught you to be an honest woman."
Fed up with her lies and pouts, Kevin pulled up her skirt. He looked toward her silky thong underneath the thin navy material. Kevin felt a rise from his baby girl's plump print and saw a moisture stain on the light pink fabric.
"My god, Junie. What's this?" Kevin asked, brushing his thumb against her seam.
"Woah, um," June twitched as his finger washed over her wet-covered crotch, "No, oh, Daddy. It's. Hm..."
Kevin scrubbed between her camel toe and pulled the fabric, brushing her clit in the process.
"Oh!" June howled, jumping up in surprise.
"Be still, girl."
His rough caress weakened her knees, and she leaned her hand on his shoulder to balance. He had never touched her pussy before, and these tingles weren't supposed to be happening with him.
"Daddy, don't, um...."
"Will you stop squirming?"
His finger pressed between her lips, landing on her covered clit. He pushed and slid against the damp fabric, producing a sigh from her pouty lips. The simple pleasure made June shut her eyes to fight the urge to squirm and roll her hips.
"Why are you so wet, baby girl?" Kevin asked in a husky whisper against her chin.
"I'm. I, I m not," June stuttered, her thighs twitching from his finger on her button, "Hmm, daddy....."
"What is it?"
"You, oh, you've got to stop...."
June cringed as more moisture trickled against her panty's seam.
Removing his finger and pulling her hips, Kevin grinned, "Lay across my lap."
"No." she pulled away and brushed off her skirt.
"No?" Kevin arched his brow.
"I am too old for that, Dad." June stood her ground with a frown on her precious face, "I don't need spankings anymore."
"How do you expect me to discipline you now, then, huh?" Kevin barked, "I've busted my ass raising you," he pushed her chest lightly.
"I know. But, I'm grown now."
Kevin laughed, "The hell you are."
"Daddy, look at me," she whined.
Twisting around, June showed her father her womanly structure. Her plump ass swayed, and her shirt flew around while her full tits bounced. She did a circle and returned with her cropped top merging around her bust, revealing her flat stomach and a shiny belly ring.
"See," June smiled, "I don't need them."
"You are a beauty, baby girl," Kevin smiled, "Bend over my lap. It won't take long, I promise, and it's for your own good. I have to keep you in line."
His gentle voice and subtle coos caused her to loosen up. Maybe it wouldn't be long. June bent her waist, keeping her skirt down. Kevin brushed his palm along her thighs, flipping her skirt up. Her bare ass came into view, the string of her thong peeking against her crack.
"Do you think I haven't noticed your curves, baby girl?"
"Mm, you have?"
"Yes," Kevin spoke in a husky tone, sliding his palms against her soft fleshy cheeks, "You are a grown woman. Sometimes grown women need discipline, too."
Kevin smacked against her ass three times, and her face fell.
"Ow! Dadddddy."
"Hush, hush, you've been a bad girl, Junie."
"I haven't. Hmm," June whimpered from another slap and wondered why his hardened cock was pushing against her stomach.
"Were you in your bedroom with Tim this morning?"
"No, I told you- Ah!" June frowned.
Kevin lit her ass with five sharp swats.
"Do not lie to me, little girl. Do you take me for a fool?"
"No. Ugh, no, sir."
"Do you think I can't hear?" Kevin asked, enraged.
June's heart raced for the next spank. She gasped when his palm sparked against her left cheek. He soothed her little cheeks before they turned red. Another pop was more challenging than ever, and June mumbled an apology.
"What was that, Princess?"
