Cassie scanned her Tumblr as she lay in bed that Sunday night.
Her ass was still lightly bruised from the spanking she'd received only a few days earlier but anytime she was reminded of it her body prickled in excitement. The memory felt like Joshua Tree spikes perilously brushing against the edges of her skin.
She was wearing only a pair of grey Calvin Klein boy shorts and a comfy old Cubs t-shirt.
She had her MacBook opened in front of her as she sat up cross-legged against the back of her bed and methodically clicked through the hash-tag she had just searched: '#YesDaddy'.
Life will hand you some unexpected keys to locks you didn't even know existed. Then you get to decide whether you want to actually go further.
Cassie had never once considered her stepfather in an overtly sexual way. She'd had the passing thoughts that accompany any attractive person and she had looked at him occasionally from her desk and wondered perhaps what he might be like in bed, but all of these lurid fantasies were quickly erased by familial responsibility and the logical expectations of appropriate behavior. The world had rules after all.
But not now she had turned the key and unlocked something of a deeper resonance. The rules felt less defined. The risk felt closer to the reward.
Now for the first time ever she scrolled through the X-rated Tumblr images attached to that hash-tag and found herself becoming more turned on with each new image.
There were pictures of younger women being spanked by their daddies. There were pictures of girls forced to their knees to suck. There were pictures of girls taking their Daddy's giant cocks in all of their available holes. Captions often accompanied the pictures with submissive quotes from the girls involved. She read each one under her breath as she imagined saying them to her Daddy.
Cassie dipped her fingers into her shorts to play with her pussy as she browsed her way through her newly evolving fantasy. She thought back to how juicy she had gotten as her stepdad had spanked her across his large desk. She thought of each whack with her skirt pulled up around her waist and her cheeks on full display.
She thought of how lewd it was...how dirty she felt from calling him 'Daddy' in a sexual way, rather than paternally. But it was somehow both of those things. They combined together in the naughtiest form of her submissive indulgence. The paint shaded over both categories.
She came quickly like she had all weekend ever since the incident. There was a high voltage running through her that buzzed with the electricity of her father's dominance. She was fully charged and could hardly wait to get back to work to be the best little employee she could possibly be.
That next week Cassie was incredibly thorough at work. She arrived earlier than many of her coworkers, always dressed to the 9's—hair and makeup perfectly choreographed.
She wore her ironed pencil skirts tightly snug on her legs and butt and coordinated blouses and stockings and heels like a seasoned veteran. Her makeup and hair were always impeccable. Her office tasks were well done and completed on time and her stepfather couldn't help but be impressed by his daughter's sudden work ethic and obvious obedience.
Everything was going fine until that Thursday when he got an email from his wife. Attached to it was Cassie's credit card statement which listed her recent purchasing history.
She had maxed out her card that last month on some very large sprees at a number of clothing stories, including the high end lingerie retailer: 'Agent Provocateur'.
That was not the type of spending Cassie had agreed to when they had talked to her about the credit card and set up her arrangement.
She had been doing so well, but this was inexcusable. She would need to be punished again. He waited until the later part of the day to confront her.
Cassie was sitting at her desk when she got a conference from her father asking her to come into her office and close the door behind her.
Cassie's breath instantly caught in her chest. She hadn't done anything wrong that she knew of, but she had been sort of hoping that some mistake would pop up organically. Her heart beat quickened as she walked into his office and closed the door behind her. The first pawn on the board was in play.
"Lock the door, please," he said as he leaned back against the front of his desk with his arms crossed.
He was wearing fitted herringbone pants with a light-blue button up shirt and brown belt.
"Sit down please," he said next after she had locked the door and turned to look at him. She came and sat down in front of him on one of his two guest chairs.
She was wearing a navy pencil skirt with a white blouse and belt combo. Her heels were baby blue with a white trim. Her stockings a sexy, sheer white that featured barely recognizable polka dots all the way up her smooth legs.
As she sat in front of him, James Devlin couldn't help but marvel once again at how breathtakingly sexy his stepdaughter was. Her legs took dramatic dives off of her knees after sneaking out of the slit in her skirt. Her white blouse was buttoned but the last two were left undone which gave him a perfect view of her freckled breasts as her cleavage peaked from her shirt and spilled out of a baby blue bra that seemed far too small for the office. Her hair was layered and curled around her like plumes of smoke and her eyes had a subtle pink eye-shadow that matched her lipstick.
"What is it, dad?" She asked, the eagerness to please always present now in her voice whenever she spoke to him.
"Would you care to explain what all these charges are on this month's credit card statement?" He asked, clearly very upset as he handed her a piece of paper.
Cassie immediately gulped. She hadn't actually expected her parents to look at what she'd been spending her money on. She knew she was in trouble the second he said it. She knew the charges he was talking about.
"Look, Dad, I'm sorry...I wanted to buy some nice clothing to wear around the office," she started, but she knew it was a lame excuse. There was no reason she needed lingerie that cost hundreds of dollars just to wear under her work clothes.
"Absolutely not young lady...that is no excuse and you know it. We gave you that card for a little bit of fun in the city, not so you could max out your monthly limit buying high-end panties." With his arms folded Cassie could see how large his muscles looked beneath his fitted shirt. He was a tower of a man.
"I'm sorry dad, it won't happen again," she said, feeling the sting of his words even as her body hoped to feel the sting of his reprimand.
He looked down at his daughter as she sat there before him, clearly ready for whatever was coming.
"I think it's going to take more than that." He stood up and she expected him to tell her to bend over the desk like last time, but instead he walked over to the opposite side of the room and sat in the middle of the brown leather couch next to the large window that looked out onto the city.
"Come here now," he said to her, as she walked across the room with her head hung low. She knew what she was expected to do, but she waited for his instruction all the same.
"Lean over my lap and bend your ass up in the air."
Cassie stepped out of her heels and got up on the cushion next to him as she leaned her body over his legs on her hands and knees. She leaned down onto her elbows as her body pressed up against his leg with her butt arched upward towards her stepfather.
James looked down at her ripe nectarine booty as it roundly filled her Navy-blue skirt. The way she had it bent up towards him made her look like a stripper posing on a stage to have dollars placed into a g-string. It was insane how popped her young booty was for her father. It was too sexy to even begin to describe.
"You continue to force me to punish you for being a bad girl," he said this slowly as he peeled the skirt up her legs.
Cassie shook a little as she felt her father's warm hands begin to pull the fabric up her thighs and over her ass.
James' breath caught a little when her butt came into view. She was wearing a powder-blue garter that connected to her tights and matching powder-blue panties, but the back fabric was completely sheer other than two laced flowers that ran along her cheeks. Otherwise, he could completely see her ass through the undies.
James immediately knew that these were some of the lingerie pieces she had purchased on the card. They were sexy and expensive and as soft as his desires were hard. The polka dotted tights and the garter were incredibly soft and well made. The underwear wasn't as tiny as the peach thong she'd been wearing that first time he'd seen her ass, but it was already more revealing as his eyes followed the tempting crack of his daughter's buns down to the exposed lips of her young sex.
Cassie's heart was beating out of her chest as she leaned over her dad's lap. The tops of her thighs were barely touching the outside of his leg and her elbow's pressed against the outside of his other leg as she kneeled over him like a dog being reviewed for a best in show contest.
James pressed her upper back down harder into the couch which caused her ass to arch even more now. She was a great pyramid over his lap, even though her body seemed to curve more like a Sphinx.
She looked straight ahead as she waited for her first spanking.
"So this is some of that expensive underwear you purchased?" He said to her as his hand traced the back of her garter and panties and stockings.
"Yes Daddy," she said as she felt her entire body flush with warmth.
SMACCCKKKKKKKK!!!
"Mnnggffhh," she moaned as his first smack landed hard against the incredibly thin fabric of her bottoms.
"You're mother and I work hard to give you a credit card for the summer and you spend it on expensive underwear?" He said as each new admonishment broke her down more.
SMACCCKKKK!!!!!
"Ugnnffff," she moaned again at his spanking. Her noises were a combo of pain and sexual pleasure. James recognized the way Cassie moaned as she was spanked. She was in agony and ecstasy.
"I didn't even know my 18-year-old daughter had any need to buy slutty lingerie!" He punished her with each new word, his hands paddling her buns like he was delivering championship-winning ping-pong winners down her lines.
