Chapter Two
It was on the way to the match on Saturday morning that I decided to up the ante in my game of getting my dad to notice me as a woman rather than his daughter. It was a dull, drizzly day in February and we were about to play our main rivals, Portshead Felines, a team sitting only three points behind us in the league table and therefore one that we really needed to defeat.
"Dad," I murmured as he drove along the wet road towards the football ground."
"What? Your leg is okay?" he asked anxiously, shooting a quick glance at me.
"Of course it is but I know you are only worried because of the match," I replied, rolling my eyes. "I have a suggestion for you...an incentive scheme for me maybe. Give me a target number of goals for the game today. If I achieve it then I get a prize."
"Such as what?" he inquired, brow furrowing slightly as he wondered how much it might cost him.
"A day off training next week so that I can go out with Maia to the cinema," I answered quickly, not wanting to ask for anything too difficult or expensive so that he would refuse. There was a slight hesitation before he agreed and I smiled as I then added, "Of course there must be some sort of punishment if I don't achieve the target though."
"Like what? Extra training?"
I took a deep breath and decide that I was going to go for it. I had spent the last few days trying to tempt him into putting me over his knee or something similar as I had delved into his internet search history thanks to Maia's grasp on technology thanks to her dad's coaching. She had lent me a keystroke program which I had installed on his machine when he was out and then used to find out exactly what websites he was looking at when he played with his lovely cock. It turned out they were normally bondage and spanking sites and my arse cheeks tingled at the thought of his large hand cupping my flesh and then striking it hard. I had logged onto some of the same sites and then frigged myself madly to climax after climax watching the intriguing scenarios but I really wanted it to happen for real.
"Give me a target first and then I will tell you, Daddy."
"Alright, alright...how about four? That will be one more than last week, won't it?"
"Okay," I answered, pleased that he had selected a difficult target for me to achieve. It wasn't impossible but it was going to be quite hard against Portshead as they had a strong defence. Still that would give me an excuse to fail, wouldn't it?
"So what is the punishment if you don't make it then?"
His eyes flickered across to me and I wondered if he was visualising me over his knee, bare bottom shining up at him as I squirmed in readiness to be spanked hard. Sudden memories flashed into my brain of Mum walking gingerly around the house, of seeing pale stripes across the back of her thighs when we had been swimming in the sea and strange sounds emanating from their bedroom late at night when obviously they had thought that I was safely asleep. What dark desires had they shared between them before she had been so cruelly snatched away?
I came back to the present as my dad pulled into the car park at the football ground, his dark green eyes watching me closely as he waited for my response to finally emerge.
"A dozen spanks for every goal I am short, Daddy," I whispered out, throat suddenly going as dry as dust as the moment came to voice my needs.
"What?"
"You heard, Daddy. Twelve hard smacks on my bum if I fail to get to four. Actually no, let's make it five goals. Your target is too easy!" I snapped out decisively as I opened the car door.
"But..."
"Exactly...on my butt, Daddy!" I added with a smile. "Now won't the thought of that make me work harder and play better today? Of course, if you don't wish to agree then I might not score any goals at all today as I won't have any incentive to do so, will I?"
I slid out of the car and walked away swiftly, holdall containing my kit over my shoulder. I glanced behind as I neared the changing rooms and saw him still sitting there, face etched in shock, surprise and what I perceived and hoped to be desire. Like mother, like daughter, Daddy, I whispered to myself as I entered the changing rooms and found a few of my team already there getting into their kit. I drank in the sight greedily, taking in the half naked bodies as they flitted around the room, pulling on shirts or shorts, lacing up their football boots or, in Maia's case, pulling on her socks by bending over fully so that her knickers, absurdly small anyway, were stretched taut so that I could clearly see the enticing outline of her pussy through the thin material. God, I wanted to rush over and kiss her arse, slide my tongue up over the fleshy folds of her slit and please her with my subservience. It had only been since I started playing that we had become friends and then lovers even though I had known her at school. She was a year older though and far more experienced than me in the delights of lesbian love as she had gaily called it when we had kissed for the first time after a resounding victory the previous year.
It had been in the concealing steam of the showers when she had grabbed me and planted a kiss on my cheek. The soft slithering of our naked bodies together had electrified me and I had kissed her back immediately, feeling her lips part as I had pressed mine against them. We had broken away and looked guiltily around but fortunately nobody else had seen us. A whispered conversation in the rushing water and then, after dressing, I had gone to her house, telling my dad that we were going to celebrate our victory and that Maia would bring me home afterwards as she had already learnt to drive.
Maia had taken control in her house, leading me up to her room and then slowly stripping me while I had stood there hardly daring to breathe. The soft touch of her fingers caressing my naked skin and sliding over my breasts until they found the hard peaks and then her lips nuzzling onto those stiff buds. The sudden shock as she had sucked hard: an electrical current spasming through my body and making me jolt and jerk in response. Her little giggles at my reactions before she had eased off her own clothes and pushed me down onto the bed, slithering her warmth over mine. The heat suffusing my senses as she had pushed my thighs apart and scissored her legs over mine so that the tickling hairs of her dark bush could tease me, rubbing over my own golden honey. The little darts of passion as her soft folds had pressed down onto mine before she had moved back and forth, our lips meeting to kiss and taste deeply of each other. The crescendo steadily and inexorably building up in my body and then the sudden, almost overwhelming rush that left me squealing out into her mouth as passion exploded. More laughter from Maia as she had remarked that she was glad her parents weren't around to hear me and how she would have to gag me next time. The look of desire in my bright blue eyes in return at the idea of there being another time even as I wondered what it would be like to be tied up and gagged by her.
Now I knew and loved it. Whenever Dad let me go over to her house for a sleepover as if we were still little kids, I was over like a shot. Gradually, Maia had taught me to be her little toy and plaything, worshipping her from head to toe...literally as she loved having her feet licked and sucked. Spanking me when I did not please her, denying me the pleasure of coming by tying me down and then using my lips to worship her pussy until she squirted her love juices all over my face. Making me rub my pussy in front of her and then denying me the absolute ultimate pleasure until I begged and promised to do anything she wished...an oath which had introduced me to the dark delights of easing my tongue up inside her anal hole.
"You getting changed, Ems, or have you been turned into a statue?" asked Daisy as she pushed past me into the changing room.
"Sorry, Daisy," I muttered, walking across to Maia who had turned around and was watching me with a little smile on her tanned face.
"Coming over tonight or am I coming to yours?" she inquired quietly when I sat down by her side and started taking off my clothes.
"Not sure yet, Maia. Depends on my dad as usual."
"About time you found him a girlfriend so that he could spend his time having fun with her and not worrying about you," she responded before she rolled her eyes. "Only you want to be his girlfriend, don't you?"
She had teased that information out of me very quickly in our relationship and, intrigued by the possibility rather than horrified, she had been trying to aid me in making it become a reality.
