Author's note: This is NOT intended as an underage theme. All characters involved are of legal age. If roleplaying or incest-type themes bother you, click elsewhere.
Debbie flounced into the room, wearing a red tartan skirt, voluptuous breasts pressing against her white shirt, legs clad in white stockings and feet in thick-soled Mary Jane sandals. Tossing her ponytail, she smiled at the man with the shaved head in the recliner in front of her.
"Daddy, I'm ready for school," she said in her best little-girl voice. "How do I look?"
Jim looked up from his newspaper and raked his "daughter's" form with his eyes. Debbie's pussy grew damp as his eyes darkened with lust.
"My baby girl looks a bit slutty for Daddy's taste," he said sternly. "You're so naughty. That's the third time I've had to talk to you about your attire this week, isn't it?"
She rubbed her thighs together, putting pressure on her clit, which began to throb with the sternness of his voice. It hungered. She hungered.
"Yes, Daddy," Debbie said, her eyes downcast. "I'm sorry. I just like having the boys look at me. And sometimes they touch me, and it feels so good."
Jim folded the newspaper he'd been reading in precise halves, then in quarters, and laid it on the table beside the chair. His eyes took her in once again.
"Look at you," he said. "No bra, and your nipples all hard against the fabric. Look at that skirt! Why, it's short enough you can see those white cotton panties if you lean over. You're going to make Daddy think bad thoughts about you. I think you need to be punished."
Her eyes grew wide.
"Oh, Daddy, no, please," she begged, her pussy growing wetter as she fell further into the role. "I'll be good, I promise."
He motioned quickly.
"No," he said. "This must stop. Over my knees."
She complied, leaning over his knees, her bottom resting on his lap. Reaching down, he caressed her buttocks through the white panties. She wiggled, wanting more of his touch, desperately hungry, as she'd wanted to play out this scenario for so long.
Suddenly a burning pain rained on her right cheek. Then another on her left. Then he caressed her buttcheeks. She groaned. Several more quick blows fell and Debbie let out a shriek. Whether it was from pain or pleasure, she knew she'd never be able to tell. He continued to alternate the hard thwacks with the gentle touch.
Then his hands slid down her bottom to between her legs, caressing the lips of her vagina.
"I feel that," Jim whispered in her ear. "My little girl is all wet, even through her panties. You like Daddy touching you, don't you? You like my fingers there."
She moaned softly.
"Yes, Daddy."
"Do you want Daddy to keep touching you?"
"Please."
"I think you need to pleasure Daddy first. Then you get your reward for taking your punishment so well. Kneel and kiss Daddy's cock, like you did before," Jim said.
He was so demanding. So stern, Debbie thought. She found herself even more turned on. The slight breeze blew cool on her moist panties as she knelt. She loved his cock. Loved the feel of it in her mouth, how it grew in her hand and in her lips. She loved how he groaned when she ran her tongue around the tip.
"I like kissing your cock, Daddy," she said, looking up at him. Removing her lips from him, she said, "Do I do it as good as Mommy?"
"Daddy loves your lips," Jim said. "Daddy loves how you make him feel so good. You make me so hard, baby girl. Do you like that?"
She nodded, batting her dark eyelashes at him as she sucked. First underneath, she ran her tongue, then over the top. She swished her tongue around its circumference and then sucked him deep in her mouth.
"Oooooh," he groaned. "You feel so good. Suck my cock, baby. Suck it."
