This is a work of fiction. All characters are over eighteen years of age.
Abby mewled in ecstasy as her Daddy Hank paddled her pink ass even redder. "More Daddy, spank me more! Your slutty daughter needs her big strong Daddy to punish her!" She was naked, draped over her father's lap, his erection poking her in the tummy. He was naked as well, holding the leather paddle in one hand and rubbing his slut daughter's ass cheeks with the other. In other words, a normal Tuesday at the Johnson's.
Several months earlier, Abby had suddenly become a wild child. Hank couldn't even begin to guess why. Nothing he did seemed to get through to her, she was careening out of control. The day after her eighteenth birthday she'd been caught shoplifting lingerie from a department store, that had been the last straw for Hank.
He'd managed to get her out of that mess and finally get through to her about how serious her behavior problems were. After a talk that had devolved into a shouting match Abby had raised her hand to her father, and Hank had lost it. He'd grabbed her by the wrist, flipped her onto his lap and given her a spanking, her first since she was eight.
Abby was furious, she struggled to escape but her father was too strong. He'd flipped her denim skirt up and revealed she'd been wearing a thong, her ass cheeks were already bare. Hank had grunted in surprise but went ahead anyway, ten firm slaps to each buttock. By the halfway point there was a wet spot on Abby's thong. By the time Hank had finished her thong was soaked and she smelled like a bitch in heat.
Abby lay on his legs for a moment after he was done, she was squeezing her thighs together and trembling. She looked up at him, her eyes huge. She'd just had an orgasm from being spanked! "Oh Daddy," she breathed. She closed her eyes and licked her lips, waggling her ass at him for more. Hank pulled her skirt back down and almost dumped her off of his lap in shock. That's when he realized he was getting hard from his daughter's slutty display.
She'd managed to surprise Hank with her sudden craving for discipline. Maybe all the acting out was just cries for attention. Perhaps now they both knew what
kind
of attention Abby needed from her Daddy. Not that he was going to give it to her, he was her father for goodness sakes!
But it hadn't taken long for Hank's defenses to crumble. He knew incest was wrong, he also knew his daughter was a hot piece of ass. Abby still had a touch of baby fat but it just made her generous curves more irresistible. Her slutty clothes he now saw hadn't been intended to annoy but to arouse. And her hourglass figure was just the type that got Hank off the most.
After that first spanking Hank had managed to control himself, and Abby's behavior changed as well She stopped acting out and started staying home, but with a plan. She'd seduce her father, twist him to provide her strange desires. She began with her wardrobe.
A few days of Abby dressing to tempt and Hank was weakening. A few more days of her outfits getting skimpier and sluttier and he couldn't stand it. He confronted Abby late one night.
"Abby, I appreciate you staying in lately and not carousing with your friends, but honey, if you're doing this, this displaying yourself, for the reasons I think you're doing this, well... Look baby, incest is wrong!" No matter how good it might end up feeling, Hank thought to himself. They were in the kitchen, Hank was at the table and Abby was prowling around the room, restless.
Tonight Abby had done a one-eighty on her wardrobe. Now instead of slutty club clothes she was wearing demure but revealing lingerie, designed to make her appear more feminine, more mature. She noticed her Daddy had finally said 'incest', it was on his mind for sure now.
"But Daddy," Abby said, "you remember that spanking. When I got so wet." She licked her lips suggestively, inhaled to raise her tits up. "What's wrong with just getting a spanking from my Daddy?" She was wearing a sheer babydoll nightie with spaghetti straps in pink, and a matching sheer thong. Hank could see she'd shaved her pussy bare.
Abby approached her Daddy, trailed a finger along his jaw, leaned in and whispered, "We don't have to
fuck
, Daddy, if you don't want to, but unless you spank me, well who knows how naughty I could get?" She stuck her tongue into her Daddy's ear and he moaned.
She's right, Hank thought to himself, we
don't
have to have sex. If this stops her from getting a DUI or getting arrested again, maybe it's worth it. Deep down he knew he was kidding himself. There was no way he or Abby was going to let it stop there. But he was horny too, dammit, it had been years, and humans are great at self deception.
"All right," Hank agreed. "Just a spanking." He scooted his chair out from the kitchen table and patted his lap. "Might as well get it over with." Abby noticed that her Daddy had a promising lump in his trousers, she skipped happily to her Daddy and draped herself over his legs. Her full tits felt heavy against his thigh.
Hank looked down at his young daughter. Her beautifully curved back leading down to a luscious heart-shaped ass, her full cheeks bare, bisected by a thin pink string. Her thong barely covered her full pussy lips, it was pulled tight and outlined her cunt perfectly. Hank's breath rasped in his throat as he stared, entranced. She was already getting wet.
"Daddy, hurry up," Abby said, and wiggled in his lap. She felt his dick uncoil beneath her, this was getting good. Her already moist pussy gushed more juice as she thought about her Daddy looking at her panty-clad cunny!
Hank's hand rose and fell onto Abby's delicious buttocks, making them jiggle. His cock was getting hard, he was sure his teen daughter could feel it through his pants. His palm began to sting as Abby's cheeks got redder and redder. He could smell her sex, she was once again staining her thong with her moist cunt.
"Oh Daddy, yes, punish me, make me be good," Abby purred. Her nipples were tight and tingling, her cunt was getting hotter and juicier with each slap of her Daddy's hand. The pain mixed with pleasure in her brain, she got more aroused the longer her Daddy spanked.
Hank was rock hard by the time he'd given Abby four spanks. Instead of crying out in pain his tramp of a daughter was loving it, she was breathing deep and shifting her hips against his lap. He was becoming entranced by the experience; Abby's smooth skin, her scent, her responsiveness to his hand swirled together in his mind.
Eighteen, nineteen, twenty slaps of her Daddy's broad hand and Abby was panting, teetering on the edge of orgasm. "More, Daddy, please, I need more," she begged her father. Hank was breathing hard as well, his brain in a fog of lust. His hand rose and fell once again, harder this time, and Abby started cumming in his lap.
"Yessss, oh Daddy, my big strong Daddy spanking me, oh fuck..." Abby moaned. She writhed in Hank's lap, one hand flew to her clit and stroked, making her cum even harder. "Oh Daddy I'll be good oh fuck, oh Daddy, oh
Daddy
!"
Hank sat there as his daughter came, laying across his legs, touching herself, he wanted
so much
to pick her up and fuck her, fuck the shit out of her, but that would be wrong. He'd wait until she was done then go jerk off in his room with the door locked. Finally she quieted. But then the hand that had been stroking her clit found another target, she grabbed her father's hard dick through his pants, gave him a squeeze.
"Daddy, what's this?" Abby knew very well what it was, her father's cock. She slid off his lap to the kitchen floor and knelt before him. "Oh Daddy, did you get all hard from
me
? How flattering! Wow, it feels so big, can I see it Daddy?"
Hank was frozen. He watched as Abby unzipped his pants, dug her hands into his boxers and brought out his erect cock. She held it in both hands, staring at it, feeling it throb, watching precum leak out of the tip.
Hank knew he had to do something, but somehow he couldn't move. Now his teenage daughter was bending low, taking him into her hot mouth. Hank moaned and threw his head back. Abby's tongue was stroking him, tickling the head, she swirled her tongue over her Daddy's twitching rod and he exploded.
Jet after jet roared up his shaft and into his daughter's sucking mouth. She was still holding his shaft with both hands, squeezing him as he came, bobbing her head up and down like a porn star. Hank had never cum so hard, stars danced before his eyes as Abby kept licking, sucking, worshiping his cock.
At last motion returned to Hank and he sprang from his chair, pulling his now wilting penis from his daughter's hands and hastily tucking it back into his pants. "Abby, that was wrong, oh my god, we could go to jail! I knew this was a bad idea, I just knew it. Now go get some clothes on, my god!"
But Abby didn't move from her place on the kitchen floor. She was licking her father's cum from her fingers, some had escaped her mouth to land on her breasts and she wanted every drop of her Daddy's load. "I don't know, Daddy... Remember how bad I was, just a week ago?" Now she rose, stepped up to Hank, got very close and breathed, "I could be so much worse."
She brightened. "Or, you could spank me like a good Daddy, your choice!" She hung her arms around Hank's neck and pressed herself against him, gave him a long, slow, passionate kiss that had his recently-drained cock twitching again. "I'll let you think about it tonight,
Daddy
."
