It Runs in the Family (Haunted x Sanja)

Paige wasn’t like the rest of her friends. They either prattled on about he-said she-said stories between classmates or mooned over a boyfriend that had just stood them up for a date. Their obsessions hardly seemed worth the effort. But everyone had their own hobbies. Paige’s interests for the past few months pertained mostly to exploring various adult websites and absorbing through others the strange, yet highly alluring BDSM community. She’d found countless blogs of women describing the thrills of their experiences and what once was simple curiosity had quickly developed into a serious desire. Every day after school she’d run to her room and look for an update, absorbing all she could.

The girl was constantly plotting. Instead of looking for alcohol, she was looking for entrance into a local club that specialized in what she desired. A false ID was purchased through a friend, and she constantly observed her father’s comings and goings. She’d even modified one of her uniforms as a go-to outfit for the day she’d be able to attend. And finally that opportunity came. Father had mentioned something about a project going wrong and having to work late. In fact, she’d been warned, he might not make it home until the early morning.

Finally, her curiosity would be sated.

After school was through, Paige breezed right through her friends and climbed into her car to rush home. Beneath a thick layer of clothing and stuffed animals, she pulled her outfit free and began to dress. Button-up shirt was tight around her torso and knotted firmly beneath ample breasts. Trim waist remained bare, skirt falling low on waist and hem just lengthy enough for the pleats to cover ample rear. Shapely legs were held in thigh-high socks and finished with a pair of Mary Jane shoes. Strawberry blonde hair was pulled into two high pig-tails which ended at her shoulder blades. She touched up her makeup, grabbed her new ID, and wrapped herself in a trench coat before heading on her way.

Paige knew that showing up a bit earlier wasn’t the cool thing to do, but she’d been fantasizing about attending for long enough that she could hardly keep herself from speeding. Every red light felt as though it dragged for hours and she constantly checked her phone to ensure her father hadn’t sent her a message to say he’d be getting home early. With car parked, belongings gathered, and excitement at an all-time high, the girl entered the establishment.

She left her coat at the coat check and immediately felt nervous. Would her ID work? The bouncer glanced for about half a second between her and the card before handing it back and effortlessly waving her in. Jitters ran rampant as she pushed through some thick curtains and was officially in. She took a deep breath to collect herself. Despite the hour, there were already pairs and groups gathered about various restraining devices. Uncertain of where she belonged, the young girl gravitated towards a wall and quietly observed. Every now and then, a wave of laughter or the occasional moan would reach her, forcing her to bite her lip anxiously. What was she doing? Was this all real?

What could be said about the man who walked amongst that large crowd other than that he did not seem the type. Not in his dress and looks. While others wore leather and lace, he wore a nicely tailored suit...not meant for a social gathering but more meant for the board room. Where others bent over and got their cute asses slapped, or tangled in ropes with a hand in their hair...this man remained separate from it all. It was not as if he felt superior, he merely enjoyed the trappings of those around him without participating. A voyeur in the extreme. His face seemed kindly, parental, fatherly....hazel eyes hidden behind glasses, a professionally kept beard greying at the edges, and a small smile always seemed to play on those lips. He just did not belong, he was out of place, and that drew him all the right kind of attention from the young women who were there.

It was also the wrong kind of attention from the young woman who entered the room, because as he moved through to seat himself he saw her...his hand tightening just slightly on his drink, those eyes widening with emotion and a bit of displeasure. He saw her leaning against that wall and still himself in sitting down, almost spilling his drink. It was a breach of composure, one that brought annoyance to his features and he shook himself free of the spell that had befallen him. Catching her eyes he stepped forward, setting himself ahead of the crowd, and they just stared at each other. She knew him already, of course she did, how could she not. He had been part of her life from the very day she was born, a close friend, a silent compatriot, a loving man.

He was her Father.

His eyes watched her, solid and almost cold, before he began to approach her. He did not do so to draw attention to her, no, he did not want her to find herself in a problematic situation for being here. More than that it was a problem for him being here, because his beauty had decided to join him and he knew that it was not only illegal for her...but dangerous to his life as well. It could ruin his professional career, literally bringing to a halt the years he had invested in both of their lives and he came within a hairs breadth of her before finally speaking, his voice low.

"Paige," he let her name draw out just slightly, his eyes judging her as he spoke. "Did you...see something out there you liked?"

Paige kept to herself for a time. Sure, she’d mingled a few times at school parties or birthdays, but an adult club was an entirely different type of attitude. Everyone seemed confident to effortlessly flow between groups, people carrying on as if in an office. For a brief amount of time, she pondered attempting to order a drink from the bar. Her ID had gotten her in, but she didn’t quite recall if it was dated properly to make her of drinking age. Choosing to avoid an unnecessary hazard, she skirted along the edge of the room to angle herself into a better view of a few different groups of play. The sight of spankings on some and ropes on others definitely drew her curiosity. Up until now, there had only been pictures.

Eventually, she’d build up the courage to approach someone, right? Teeth dug nervously into her lower lip as large, blue eyes fled from those at play and over towards the large group of those mingling. Her gaze casually scanned left and right, only to freeze with utter terror the moment a familiar figure separated from the rest. Oh god, no.

Desperately, her eyes darted about the room as if searching for an emergency exit. Her chest tightened with fear as she suddenly remembered what she was wearing, how exposed she was. Father wouldn’t even let her wear sexy outfits on Halloween, and now he’d caught her in the most revealing thing she’d ever worn in public. The color drained from her face as he approached. Eyes grew wide, the girl planted in fear as the space between them gradually vanished. Nervously, a hand rose to play with her hair, only to realize she’d fully committed to her outfit and had put her hair up. Embarrassment ran rampant, the toe of her shoe digging awkwardly into the floor as her fingers fiddled with the pleats in her skirt. His voice immediately sent her eyes to the floor.

Maybe if she wished hard enough she could sink into the ground. And awkward amount of time passed before the girl felt confident enough to speak, already befuddled by her father’s lack of anger and immediate removal from the facility.

“I don’t know,” she offered in an airy tone. “I was just curious Da-” Her lips pressed tightly together, fearful of addressing him the same way as at home.

“Sir,” she corrected, hoping that she looked just awkward enough to be new rather than illegal.

Awkward she might be but it was perhaps natural for someone new here to act like that in his presence. It was obvious he was known to this crowd, obvious he had a place here that she was attempting to carve out for herself. There was nothing necessarily untoward about her shyness, the way she looked and slinked, how nervous she became. Perhaps that would be considered as even more appealing to the dominant man approaching her, standing there and watching her, studying her every move. Perhaps...but that would not be the right emotion, that would not fit the situation in the slightest. This was something that should have been upsetting, perhaps infuriating for her Father. He should have been raging, and yet he maintained that air of coolness.

It might have something to do with his profession.

Her Father, the psychologist, the man who had studied human sexuality. His thesis work had been on Problematic Internet Disorders and Sexual Addictions, and that was the man who stood there just giving her that low quiet look. He maintained that air of composure even as she broke a tiny bit and it was at that moment as she became uncertain that he became...certain. His hand reached out and he took hers, took hers in his strong fingers to provide her a lifeline at that moment. Someone to reach out too, someone to trust, someone to lean upon. A foundation upon which to build. They had not known they shared this predilection but he should have known, shouldn't he. He should have known.

His voice was quiet as he spoke to her. "Sugar," he said almost drawling the word out, a hint of his southern upbringing noticed. "I asked you a question, I know you're curious...here, let me show you around hmm..." And with that he began to pull her with him, not cruelly, not tugging her along like some puppy on a leash. Just walking with her, taking her off that wall and into the world that she had been hoping to look at.

The girl’s anxiety was running wild. In a strange place, wearing a strange outfit, surrounded by strangers. Except for one. But even he was acting strange! She feared a grounding that would last through the entire school year or perhaps he’d take away her car. With her emotions beginning to crack the thin layer of armor she had, a tight, thin frown tugged at her plush lips. A stinging heat began to form in her eyes, tears forming and blurring her vision of the dark room.

As if on cue, she felt her father’s familiar grasp at her hand. Paige inhaled sharply and returned his grasp with a matching vigor. She clutched tightly enough to whiten her knuckles, her free hand rising to grab in desperation at his fore-arm. Fearless of wrinkling his jacket, she leaned in to press cheek firmly at his bicep. Her silence was held as she clung to him like a raft lost at sea, her fears settling as lashes lowered and nose buried against the fabric of his coat. Unable to fight a habit, she inhaled deeply. The recognizable scent calmed her in a way comparable to his hand which allowed her muscles to relax as she began to regain some of her composure.

He spoke again. Her eyes fluttered open, chin lifting to meet his gaze as he mentioned understanding her curiosity and offering to escort her through the premises. Nodding silently, she loosened her grip upon him to permit movement yet remained close. Admittedly, she was surprised. Paige was aware that her father had always been fairly liberal as far as parenting went, but a tour of the facilities was surprising. She didn’t even think to question his presence in such a place.

She hovered close enough to make it difficult for him to walk at a quick pace if he chose to take one. The girl observed all that was offered; the interactions between patrons, the varied rigs that were free for use, even the way certain girls seemed to moon over the man at her side. The same man that assigned homework hours and bed times.

For once, Paige felt like she was cramping her father’s style.

“H-how do people start? They look so comfortable.” Her voice was hushed, hoping to avoid any eavesdroppers.

Perhaps she was cramping his style and yet he hardly seemed bothered by such a thing. No, in fact for him this was more comfortable, this was much more relaxing than anticipated. While he had felt a decided fury, and it was still there - that anger inside of him, he felt it cooling and calming...banked and readied instead for a later date. For now though, her uncertainty and her caution had brought about that fatherly instinct in him to provide protection. They could not properly maneuver in all of this with him revealing who she was, so instead he kept her close. Kept her near. Kept her from the hands of those onlooking men.

For even if she might be preventing women from approaching him, he was doing the same in turn...for both men and women there, lecherously admiring her young little body. Every single eye curving to see the way she pressed against him. He hated them for it, his hands tightening possessively on her, keeping her from harm's way in a room full of individuals reveling in taking one another. It infuriated him, the way they seemed to covet her, and his lips pressed together as they came near a small set of stocks.

The wood was well maintained, and in the interest of safety it was padded, and yet there it was...almost as if ripped off a history book, a stock to hold her a captives wrists and head...keeping them bent, locked in place, unable to move should they wish it. His hand moved towards it, caressing just slightly and it was evident that this was one of the more familiar pieces to him. Something about it seemed to appeal to him...and as he did so he answered her question very gently, keeping it low as well just for her.

"Comfort is mostly illusion here...," he paused, glancing towards her, gentle as he brought her near the equipment. "How do they start...it's all a leap of faith. There's a moment in a person when their desire outweighs their control and they...just leap. It gets easier, but no less risky, it's merely easier because...they've done it before, and again...and again, so that eventually they lose their fear." His eyes were quiet after he spoke, obviously from experience, his gaze unnerving as he turned his eyes upon her and whispered.

"Were you hoping to make that leap tonight?"

In all likelihood, if her father hadn’t approached, any number interested parties might have approached her the same way he had. The way she nervously inched between tools and tried her hardest to avoid bumping into others screamed of a newcomer. Her outfit also gave off vibes of desiring attention; the hem of her skirt, the cut of her tiny top. They came to a stop at a stock.

Her eyes looked up to him with curiosity before returning back. She observed the finished wood and padding as he explained how relinquishing control offered a meaningful reward. Even though his speech was vague, his words reminded her of the various pictures, videos, and online chats she’d shared with that concept being the topic. Timidly, a hand left his arm to gently push at cushioning along the curve for a neck. It was soft to the touch and hardly seemed prone to chafing.

His question forced her to pause, her gaze returning his. Bashfully, she nibbled at her lip. Finally, she responded with a weak nod, her cheeks deepening in hue as her intentions were revealed. It was embarrassing to admit to him what she’d intended. Was he getting her to admit to her crimes before taking her home? A wave of regret ran over her, the girl grinding a heel into the floor as she hoped he wouldn’t immediately turn to rage before dragging her out and away. She’d planned for months for this night! When would she ever be able to go again after this?

“I’ve just never…” she trailed off, her blush seemingly permanent. Her gaze would quickly shift to the ground as her fingers nervously tightened at his sleeve. As a child she’d been taught right and wrong through time-outs and lengthy discussions. The thought alone of being struck in a sexual manner excited her in many ways that a typical date with a boy never did.

“I’ve never been spanked.”

Some topics were hard to broach for a Father with his child. It was hard enough talking to a son about things like sexuality, the birds and the bees...having that talk. Talking to a daughter would give many Father's a slight reality check about the differences between men and women. Most men would quail at the idea. Add in the fact that the daughter in question was a minor standing in an private BDSM Dungeon with her own Father, dressed like she was ready to impress and to fuck....well once you added in that fact you came to the conclusion that it was a hard conversation to have. Even if he loved his daughter, even if he had all the maddening control of years of training both as a person and privately as a dominant...that did little to still his own nervousness or stress concerning the situation.

He just hid it very well.

So instead he did what came naturally to him, he took control of the situation. He moved closed to her, coming up behind her to touch her shoulders and then his hands traced down her arms as he whispered into her ear. "We both know you wish to explore, and angel...I do not want these men to explore with you. We both know this is wrong, but I think maybe we can agree that wrongness for the night will be...fine. This should always be with someone you trust...and I hope you trust me." His fingers slid around her wrists and clamped there, almost painfully, and then he teasingly whispered...

"After all, you are in trouble for being here....you should be punished."

The teasing ended though when he stretched her arms out, bringing them to place in the small ready slots...letting her feel that he was there, that he was a solid fixture for her and then he moved just slightly so that she could turn her head to look at him. He did not make her bend over, he did not do anything but accept her decision. He could have forced it, she would more than likely have kept quiet, but that was not his intention. No, he truly intended to show her...to let her feel a few moments of what it was like to give up your freedom and just...experience life. His eyes met hers and he waited.

Paige was clearly feeling awkward. The way she blushed and fidgeted about was similar to anyone new to the club would. As he moved behind her and ran his large hands over her small frame, she could tell the hair on the back of her neck was rising. His fingers left a trail of goose bumps in their wake. As he whispered at her ear a fresh jolt of excitement shot through her body, the tight grasp at her wrists strangely attractive.

As punishments were mentioned to be due, her eyes widened and peered back up towards her father. She trusted him more than anyone else in her life, who else was as close to her? Her thoughts were a mixed slurry in her mind. She only returned back to him once her wrists had been guided to their appropriate curves upon the stock. Biting at her lip once more, she pondered the situation. This was a chance to finally experience what she’d been researching for months and her father was certainly someone she felt comfortable with.

Finally she bent over. Her slender neck fit perfectly within the padded crook of the wood, and the leather was pleasant against her skin. Her skirt no longer maintained a single inch of modesty with her body bend at an angle, the pleats ended at the top of her rear. A lacey pair of red panties were on full display. Likely a pair that was purchased with her allowance rather than approved. The translucent material hugged her plump ass and caressed her young sex. The immediate reveal likely wouldn’t make the adjustment any gentler for him than it was for her.

Knowing full well what type of view he’d see, there was no wonder why Paige been nervous the moment he had approached her. She had come dressed to reveal herself to a crowd of strangers and would have likely asked them to touch her if he hadn’t.

“I’m sorry,” she offered, fully aware that her undergarments were hardly on his list of approved clothing when he checked through the clothing she bought at the mall. She’d taken extra efforts to make sure that certain pieces of lingerie or even dresses were snuck into her closet at more optimal hours.

“Please teach me a lesson.” Her tone was airy yet sure, still nervous yet willing to press onward in order to explore.

Sorrow. No, he could not quite accept that was what she was providing him with her words. She could say it all she want, but he understood submissive young women. The natural inclinations, the give and take of humanity and it's need to just...branch out, feel abandon, feel that moment of unabashed pleasure. That was what a human being found in submission, they did not find sorrow...they found a balm for all the horrible desires they'd been feeling. A moment of clarity at the end of that fucked up rainbow that informed them that God yes it was allowed to feel this fucking good.

Sorrow. No, his little daughter was much more into all the looks that her little behind was getting in those panties. Yet tonight she had not expected that gaze to be her Father.

A father who's own breathing hitched at the sight of her and his eyes widened, widened into pools of dark hunger. Predator, that was what he was behind his foolish mask. The mask was what he wore in his everyday life, and as his hand came out to touch her ass...he discarded that mask in favor of something much more feral. Primal was the look in his eyes as he gave her a soft squeeze and then, then he began to placed her into bondage. He moved the top bar of the stocks so that she was properly situated into it, his hand touching her face for a moment as he came around the front to adjust, to ensure she was comfortable, meeting her gaze as he clasped and locked it together.

He took her freedom from her and then he disappeared from her sight, no longer could she turn her head to see him. No longer could she do anything but leave that tight ass up in the air...and it was at that moment when all options had been taken from her that she felt her own Daddy's fingers trace over the outline of her panties, caressing...soft and loving, as if he had found the softest texture imaginable and was merely reveling in it. And then his voice sounded into the air..."Count them out, slut. Ten, for dressing the way you do." And that was when her Father began to spank her. They were not soft, this was not some gentle tease of exploration with a cushioned paddle.

No, each blow was done with expert precision. Hard, firm, unyielding with the palm of his hand. He did not want anything in between them at the beginning, each smack resonating in the air with the crack of flesh on flesh. Five to each cheek, alternating them as he went, reddening his girl's sweet cheeks just as much as her face was blushing. It was amazing, it was awe inducing, to feel his little girl's bottom beneath his fingers and finally the last blow came down and he gripped...possessively, demandingly, digging his fingers into her fucking ass...the tips brushing just slightly at the curve leading down to more and he realized immediately...he could never share her.

His voice was hoarse as he spoke. "You may apologize again now. Perhaps with a bit more belief behind it."

Paige twitched nervously as she felt her father’s hand at her rear, squeezing gently as if to test the validity of its existence. If her cheeks could deepen in hue, they would have. Instead the hot skin of her cheeks radiated warmth, lips parting take shallow breaths. As the stock was gradually lowered and a cold click rang through the air, she was now forced to deal with the reality of her desires. Wrists hung limply as neck attempted to lift her chin upwards, the back of her head pressing gently against the new restraint. Her face was nearly feverish to the touch, her eyes observing all they could before he vanished from view.

She stood poised and ready for his first contact, only to be rewarded with gentle and exploratory touches. Frightened at first, full hips jolted from his fingers, the lack of vision drawing her other senses into the forefront. Then he spoke. His done differed greatly from any other he’d ever used at home, and the use of foul language strangely excited her. Her skin immediately stung once exposed to the air, eyes wide with surprise at the sensation. Silent up until this point, the shock of his first palm to cheek strike forced a surprised yelp, “One!”

He continued without pause, shifting to her other cheek and refusing to give her time to process. “T-two!” Slender hands balled into fists as he proceeded, her slender frame jumping with each strike offered. What should have been sheer pain was strangely exciting, head leaning to the side as eyes shut tight.

Smack! “Three!”

By the fourth, Paige had already confirmed her curiosities. This was definitely enjoyable, her body reacting with an arched back and lifting to her toes. The small efforts made her more accessible, her curves even higher and exposed as he continued. With each hit an immediate count was followed, and by the sixth a visible change was overcoming her. Her breathing grew heavier, and she even offered a gentle moan after her count. Her skin blushed nicely; tight ass darkening through the mesh material. Proceeding further only evoked more from the girl, low whines and whimpers soon mixing with each number that was boldly declared.

“Six!” A visible wetness began to form. The fabric of her panties darkened a hue, hips beginning to wiggle and bob with anticipation for the next strike. While she was only counting to ten, the moment seemed to last for hours, her muscles tight and responsive. Any previous nervousness had fled from her, and as his final spanking landed, she gasped for air, breasts practically heaving. “Ten!” His possessive grip earned a moan, her underwear straining against his hand as he teased at other sensitive areas.

She didn’t skip a beat once offered an opportunity to apologize once more, her sincere tone laced with arousal and desire. “I’m so sorry, please forgive me. I’ll never sneak anything again.”

He closed his eyes and tried to forget that this was his little girl, that this was his angel that he had raised for her entire life. He had heard her fears, listened to her cry, held her after a boyfriend broke up with her, took pictures of her for her first homecoming. This was so wrong...yet he could feel her squirming beneath his fingers, the tips brushing up against her sex and he could feel the moisture that had seeped through the material of her panties. To see her like this was maddening and so he closed his eyes and tried to forget it, forget it for just a moment. Yet he could not, he could not, he felt those muscles tightening beneath his fingers and he could not forget that this was his own perfect beautiful Paige.

It was infuriating.

He could tell others were watching them, watching this prime piece of ass squirming like a wanton slut in heat and yet he had nothing but attention for her as he slowly came round the stocks and went down to one knee so he could stare into her eyes. He watched her, seeing her breathing, loving the apology that still seemed to resonate from her lips and his own gaze widened as he hitched his breath in, holding it. His hand came up, caressing her face, lovingly showing her a kindness that he had done so many times...the thumb smoothing over her cheek and he gave her a gentle smile before he slapped her. That hand came back, giving her a blow across her cheek, not the full strength of a grown man but a reprimand...a cuff.

His voice was hard as the smile left his face and he spoke directly to her. "Why did you come here tonight?"

He gave no leave to answer him, no moment of solace, instead his hand slapped her once more. Cruel and steel hard, not breaking flesh, not even bruising her. That perhaps was the most demeaning part of it, like a parent slapping an unruly child for stepping out of line. And while that might be the true nature of their relationship, she was no little girl...a nearly grown woman feeling the sting of a palm upon her cheeks as he spit the words out.

"I fucking asked, why did you come here tonight?"

She panted softly once finished with their exchange, her arousal visibly present. The more blissful she became the more onlookers they earned, wondering just who the new excited school girl was. Through her haze of desire the shame of her father sexually exciting her was no longer present, her skin as hot as a furnace from his spankings and her rising temperature. Any accidental touch to her wet lips forced a whimper out of her, still amazed that pain and pleasure could be received at the same time.

He approached her, ass still up in the air as lust-glazed eyes looked upon him. The touch to her cheek earned a joyful grin, the girl thrilled over her new revelation. An expression of confusion appeared as his hand retracted and rose only to swipe at her face and begin to question her motives. While the slap was a surprise, what really struck her off guard was the instinctive moan that escaped from her lips as an immediate response. Disoriented and surprised, not only by his actions but her own as well, she gasped for air. Out of sight, her shallow breaths rocked her chest, likely about to pop out of her small top and reveal a matching bra.

“I wanted to play,” she whimpered out, her hips wiggling as she spoke. “I didn’t know if I actually liked to, or if I just enjoyed the idea of it.” Judging by her panties, she was clearly having a good time. With him at her face, a few of the onlookers drew nearer, the view of her aroused pussy seeming to earn a bit of attention.

The girl carried no regrets. Sure, allowing her father to play with her in a sexual manner was odd, but from his explanation of requiring trust and safety, there was no one else in the room she’d rather try with. Paige had messed around with a few boys before, but they all paled in comparison to her father’s skilled touch. “Please, more…” She begged, bouncing on her toes with lustful gaze resting loving upon him. Once her adrenaline falls at the end of all this, the girl will be rather surprised by her aroused words and pleadings for pleasure.

More. That word was horrible when she asked it of him, the way she said it, he could not ignore the fact that this was his beautiful little girl. He watched the lust in her eyes, felt it hammering in his own heart, and he nearly snarled...his lip curling up just slightly as he saw the others moving to come around her. She was moving like a bitch in heat, wriggling herself as if she were desperate for a man to just move and mount up on her and his teeth gritted together as he studied her features before he slowly nodded. More. Very well, he would provide her the more she so desperately wanted to have.

His throat contracted as he straightened, glancing towards the others, the mingled lust in so many eyes and he began to undo the front of his pants before her. Shuddering deep into the core of his soul, he would give his girl something more to remember as he lay claim to her there in front of everyone. HIs body shivered, pulling free that thick flesh and indeed her Father was an impressive man. Nearly nine inches, his hand barely wrapping around the girth at the base of the shaft, he brought that cockhead up and traced it along her face...precum smearing along her skin before giving her a light slap with it. The pure power of the motion, the terrible darkness filtering into her Father's eyes.

They were no longer the roles life had given them....they were a dominant and a submissive, and for now he would use her as such.

He taunted her then, his voice holding a measured tone as he held that prick before her eyes, stroking just slightly as he spoke. "More hmm? I'm not necessarily so sure, do you deserve more? You seemed to enjoy that so much, so very much...perhaps giving you more is the wrong thing to do. Maybe the right thing is to deny you, until you prove yourself." His eyes were dark pools, watching his little girl's reaction, studying her...he had unexpectedly upped the ante so incredibly high with the revealing of flesh. Yet he knew it was either him or another man. You did not enter into this world without desperately seeking to be claimed, taken, and used. You did not come with virtuous dreams of romance.

You came to serve or to be served...and he knew he could not stomach letting his daughter serve another. It must be him.

Paige couldn’t have contained her arousal even if she’d wanted to. Never before had she been touched so tactfully. Even the way he caressed her hot face pleased her greatly. Hungry eyes looked up to him after her plea, curious and excited as to what his response would hold. He nodded. Her hips wiggled with joy, likely expecting him to continue spanking or even touching her slick lips. Instead, his hands reached for his pants.

Surprise washed over her, eyes wide as he revealed himself to her. Once as a child she had accidentally stumbled into the bathroom and surprised him, but it was hardly visible and he certainly wasn’t erect. The girl froze, quietly observing his offering and nervously licking at her lips. Before she could respond, his firm cock pressed against her; hot skin to skin, coating her with his juices. The girl strangely enjoyed the action. Her response was instinctive, head tilting and leaning against his cock in an attempt to nuzzle at his shaft the best she could. Her toes pressed her forward against the stock in an attempt to reach more easily. The slap earned a grin, Paige seeming to take quickly to her Father’s attentions.

It had to be genetic the way dominance and submission drew their animalistic desires to the surface. Both of their expressions changed; his dark and calculating while hers filled with lust and desire.

With threats of holding back on offering her more pleasure, her eyes fled from his cock and lifted back to his face. She pouted and shook her head. “Oh, please, please!” She had no shame, speaking loudly enough for any of the closer onlookers to hear if they tried. “I need you, I need more.” As if to emphasize, her knees pressed together firmly while she rocked her hips from side to side, attempting to stimulate herself yet incapable of creating any relief. As the option to impress him came about, she’d even nod, her tight body desperate. “Please let me prove myself,” Paige whined out.

It was astounding how desperate she became as her father asserted his dominance. She took to subservience as well as a duck to water. There were never any stammers or unsure tones. Perhaps his own dominance had adapted just as well once exposed to a willing subject in the past.

The power dynamic between the two was absolutely stunning, the give and take between control and desire...the beautiful idea of a lovely girl such as her submitting to him. His eyes held nothing in them but his adoration for her as he gave a slow nod of approval to her words...to her willingness to act like an unabashed little slut. Desperate for his attention, his love, his needs...he took her hair in one hand and he whispered softly into the air....

"Then prove yourself."

Those fateful words would be the ones that guided them for a long time to come, even if both did not know it as of yet...and several onlookers gave a gasp of stunned approval and shock as he took her beautiful face. There was no hesitance now, it was all fleeting in the face of a willing victim. Instead he discarded his own uncertainties and brought the head of that thick flesh against her lips. He paused there, letting himself savor the moment as he knew she would give in to him, yield in this manner. In a way he was still denying her the pleasure that she sought, but perhaps she had not earned it as of yet. With this act she very well might as her own Father slightly bent at the knees, one hand taking the back of her head and the other bracing on top of the stocks...and he began to shove. At first it was not violent, more an exploration of her lovely mouth.

Until he throated her. Once he knew she was opening up to him he pressed in deep, holding there, keeping himself as far down as he could go...his eyes raising to gaze at the crowd as he rocked his hips, grinding down against her. HIs teeth grit together, almost in fury, as if doing this was just as much torture for him as it was for her...and as he leaned forward he looked past the edge of the wood, admiring his little girl's wriggling ass, knowing that he would have that before it was all said and done. He would never give her up, never.

It was that thought which prompted the next act. In a way it was almost bad form, placing someone into bondage and pushing their boundaries...and then demanding they give themselves to you. Yet while others might look a bit disapproving at the display, noting they'd never seen the young submissive before, they knew something the others did not...the connection expanding, wanting and he demanded down to her as he slid out, pressing that spit covered flesh along her cheeks...wanting to defile her.

"Say you belong to me. Say it!"

Paige could only hope that her father would be willing to offer her a release as she remained locked solidly and bent over, completely pliable to his desires and demands. Her eyes filled with desire and want as she observed him with great interest. He touched her hair, then whispered. The demand itself nearly brought a moan to the air, the mere concept of having to earn a reward highly appealing. Back in the regular world boys were always trying to steal kisses or gropes. But here, the young girl wouldn’t receive anything that she wanted without also giving.

As her father’s head pressed to her lips, he was immediately rewarded with short licks of her hot, wet tongue followed by a willingness to open and take more. She seemed to enjoy his taste, lapping at his cock with desire. Soon he was entering, lips parting to take what he offered. Paige had only attempted this once before and it certainly wasn’t with such an advanced size. Her mouth was wet and inviting, inexperience hardly stopping her from wanting to please. Her tongue danced along his shaft, massaging slowly until her throat was caught. Expecting a retreat, eyes shot wide with surprise as he held to her head and the stocks for support before forcing more.

Anxiety tightened her, the girl squirming about due to a lack of air. A few muffled protests even surfaced before he paused once more. Silence fell between them. Now focused on holding her breath as her Daddy’s cock filled her throat, a sense of pride settled deep in her chest. He pushed her to new goals and could help her achieve anything she could possibly think of.

The sensation of him withdrawing was nearly as shocking as the entrance. His retreat left the girl craving for his attentions and intimacy, whining immediately once her throat was clear. Her slender body quivered as gasps for air were taken, his cock coating her lips and leaving thin trails of saliva in its wake. As his wet head and shaft rubbed over her face a moan did surface, back arching once more. His order to give herself sent chills down her spine, Paige panting heavily as she spoke.

“I am yours!” Her tone airy from his cock. “I belong to you, I only need you,” she reassured him, the moist area of her panties only growing as he continued to demand.

He shuddered, feeling that power and the muscles in his shoulders bunched. God if this did not stop he was going to fuck his daughter right here and now and there was no way he could countenance that. He had to end it, he had to, before it went too far. Even he had a conscience and perhaps those words were the final straw as his stomach churned and he tried to pull himself back into reality. No, he would not do this to her...no he could not do this to her. What would they think when they gazed into each other's eyes in the morning?

Yet the words resonated for him, because after this he could only realize...he belonged to her as well.

He pulled back, straightening as he clamped that iron control upon his own desires and he adjusted himself to place that thick flesh back in it's confines. There would be no more of that for his little girl. Instead he brushed his fingers across her hair and he whispered softly the words that would have been a lie if it had not come from a Father's lips.

"I love you."

They were for her alone as he disappeared from her sight, and after a few moments it might be uncertain as to whether or not he was still there. There was no touch upon her, no caress, nothing hinting at the idea that he was even nearby. Mere silence from the man who was her Father and the murmuring of the crowd. Yet they were all still around for some reason were they not? All still there to watch something...what could it be? And that was when she felt it, the puff of air of motion, the swift contact across the flesh of her ass.

The blow of the whip.

A shiver ran along her spine as the wetness at her face cooled her skin once exposed to the air, a small relief to the intense heat her body was emitting. The brief moment of thought allowed her to catch her breath, tongue licking at lips as muscles relaxed. While looking at pictures and reading journals had made the girl aware of roles and concepts, Paige couldn’t have imagined the rewards to be so fulfilling. Yet here she was, begging with glee.

Then he retreated. Worry ran through her eyes, observing with horror as he withdrew himself and touched her hair and whispered. Through all the confusion his statement earned a smile, the validity of his unconditional love warming her in a way that no amount of spanking ever could. He turned and calmly walked off before she could respond, his steps soon muddling into the various sounds of the crowd. Minutes felt like hours, body held into place and incapable of turning to search for her Father. Not many onlookers stood at her front, and as the few at her side adjusted closer to her rear, a new worry ran over her.

Had he gone? Was the hungry crowd going to have their turn? Anxiety rose as she waited with dread, fully expecting several hands to begin grabbing at her exposed flesh. Her ears couldn’t recognize the tell of leather flying through the air, a brief sense of confusion before the tendrils struck at her skin. A lengthy moan pierced through the air, likely distracting anyone casually lounging at the bar. Her skin stung perfectly, the pink skin of her ass deepening a shade from his efforts. Once more she arched, offering herself and exposing more in an attempt to urge him to continue. Locked into place, she could only hope to encourage him to continue.

Her panties were becoming a taunting sight. What was once a small pooling of her juices had grown to a completely wet pussy, the material hardly concealing her sex once wet and forming to her every curve. Paige had never been so aroused in her entire life and she loved it. She relished his touch, both gentle and rough.

“Please, more!” She begged aloud, temporarily wondering if that request was to become her new catchphrase.

At first there was a pause as her exclamation rang loudly into the air and her Father seemed to wait with his own baited breath as he watched that perfect ass squirming for more attention. No, this was not quite right, they both knew it and it had nothing to do with their relationship. Instead it was the feel of that moment, the fabric of her panties protecting her bare beautiful bottom. He crooked the whip up underneath one arm and he moved forward, his fingers tracing along the edge of her clothing and then he pushed her skirt up a tiny bit further to hook his fingers into the waistline, tugging her underwear down in one smooth firm motion to gaze down at her.

How perfect.

His fingers caressed her bottom, tracing small patterns with his fingernails, his eyes dark and haunted as he tried to gain a measure of control. He wanted to lean down and taste his little girl, his hands forcing her rear to spread a bit wider so he could admire what he was going to be abusing. His shoulders tightened as he gave his own murmur of adoration...almost a sign of worship, but iron will held true and he let that flesh go and he stepped back, giving himself a bit of room. She wanted more, very well...his little angel would have it.

His arm stretched back slightly, crooked, and then he began to let the blows fall. He did not know the extent of her willingness to be a pain whore, but he knew how to control the motions of that whip. Knew it as if his arm and the tool were one being. He brought it down and then swept back, beginning to make a figure eight in the air...each swipe bringing the tips to lash cross flesh and then coming back to the air once more. He wanted her ass reddened, welted, but not bruised and bloodied...and he had chosen the suppleness of the leather properly to ensure that effect.

He turned his angel into a work of fucking art for every passerby to see.

Paige couldn’t believe the thrill and pleasure that his whip offered. She had no clue what was in store for her after choosing to cheat her way into the club, but it likely wouldn’t have escalated to this point if she’d found a stranger to introduce her to this new world. Her father was an expert, drawing out her deepest of desires and revealing new ones she’d never expected to enjoy. The whip was one of these. From one single strike her skin welted beautifully, bright red and rising nicely along her soft rear. She felt the adjustment of her skirt and murmured an approval, panties sliding effortlessly along supple skin and resting between thighs. Fully exposed, her hips quivered. Her wetness was undeniable, slick lips glistening in the dim lighting of the room.

Her reddened ass was hot to the touch, skin whitening as fingertips applied pressure. The girl enjoyed his touches as if they offered a massage, her muscles relaxing as she relished his touch. Paige couldn’t make out his hushed words, though they were likely a praise of her figure or actions. Satisfied, he pulled back and all contact was lost. When he wasn’t touching she almost felt adrift at sea.

The whip returned. A gasp of surprise paired with her muscles tensing once more was his reward. Each strike stung deliciously, sensitive flesh bouncing beneath the tendrils of leather. She bit at her lip, eyes shutting tight and neck rolling the best it could as his continuous rhythm mercilessly worked over her. Intermittently a moan or gasp would surface, and by the end of it all she was clearly fatigued. Leaning heavily against the stock, her breaths were ragged. For the first time of the night, she seemed to be content with her punishments.

“Thank you,” she murmured, a natural response from a submissive. Especially after her first whipping. After a few moments every swell of his expert strikes were fully formed and displayed to the onlookers, but the one with the best view was Father. He alone controlled her, the only one who could touch her.

There was something wholly defiled about watching the ass of your own daughter squirming on display for you. Something corrupt and decadent that no other feeling could ever match. Her Father's eyes glittered with absolute pride at the way her muscles grew taut beneath his blows, how her buttocks flexed and thighs rolled in order to provide him this most stunning of views. He doubt other Father's would agree with the acts occurring, perhaps some were proud of what their daughter's achieved with their looks but writhing like a bitch in heat was more than likely not one of them. His lips pressed together in a thin line, those eyes narrowing as the final blow landed...hearing her gratefulness in the air and he could not deny his own wants of her.

He knew he had pushed her limits, perhaps further than he should have in her first time at such a gathering. Where others might have just been figuratively shown the ropes, he had definitely made it a literal situation for her by placing her in bondage and whipping her flesh. Yet he had already gone too far, what harm was there now in going further?

That was the thought that spurred him further. What harm indeed. He had taken his own beautiful girl's mouth, forced down into her throat, whipped her ass cherry red, and made her beg for each and every deed. Was there some measure of morality that could explain away these actions? And once he let her free of that stock, once he spared her and drove her home, would the opportunity ever present itself again. No, perhaps not, yet it was so deliciously wrong it nearly made him cum thinking of what he wanted. He had no protection, no condom, nothing that would separate the two of them...

That final thought drove him mad. He could be inside of her, and he slowly sat the whip aside as the sound of him unzipping once more entered the air. No, he would not "rape" his daughter, he would not fuck her, he couldn't...but God he could come so close could he not? So he moved against her, sliding his thick flesh against her lips...pressing, rolling, the head of him brushing over her labias before slipping down and against her clitoris, the circumcised head of his cock catching the hardened nub. His hands slid up and underneath her, cupping her heavy breasts, digging his fingers into the material as he leaned over her and pressed his lips against the top of her spine...

He could be anyone, a stranger, some anonymous man behind her...anyone. Yet he was not, and they knew it, and it did nothing to stop him from rocking harder against her slick sex.

After his punishments slowed for the night, Paige was left in an unexplainably calm state. Her mind was blissfully blank, body exhausted from the rollercoaster of emotions she’d been riding through. With shallow breaths the girl seemed to be slowly returning back to her senses, regardless of how aroused she still remained. Piercing through the silence was a zipper, the girl visibly perking at the opportunity to respond even more.

After all of his attentions, one of pure pleasure came as a surprise. His shaft pressed firmly against her demanding sex, immediately coating him with her juices as he teased at her folds. Paige, while adventurous for the night, had never been so intimate with anyone’s cock before. The sensation of his velveteen flesh pressed to her own was foreign yet incredibly pleasurable, her own hips rolling in response to offer more friction between the two of them. Once clitoral stimulation occurred, her moans and whimpers took on a new tone.

Desperate, ecstatic. Pushed to the brink by the entire night, the sensation of direct stimulation became much more effective. A joyous shiver ran up her spine as he leaned over her small frame, claiming her with his body as hands and lips dedicated to her soft curves. Even through the material of her shirt and bra her breasts were soft and pliable, filling his palms and fingers. What made the moment intimate were his lips, pressed to her exposed back and forcing a new wave of goose bumps. Even with their shared intimacy they both looked like animals; mindlessly humping and grinding their hips about in an attempt to achieve orgasm.

Joyous murmurs passed form her lips, none of them making any sense as he stimulated her right to her core, their proximity allowing her to inhale his familiar cologne and comfort her even through pleasure. His cock was sheer bliss between her thighs, soon dripping as well and slickly gliding against her. She heard the sounds of their passion, how his pace quickened and pressure increased.

“D-Daddy,” she whined out softly, the urge to call to him uncontrollable. “Please, more.”

No, no matter what she said, no matter how she pleaded into the air...he could not do so. His hands moved to the stocks, gripping as he began to pump harder, rocking against her and then he slid back and that wet flesh moved up the crack of her ass, using that to provide the friction he needed. It was obvious he was near orgasm, so close to cumming onto her flesh. His balls slapped against her wet cunt as he rammed his hips, making sure he never got at such an angle that he would accidently slip into either of her tight holes and his fingers bit down into the wood, nails digging into it and it was at that moment...in the peak of his ecstasy, that pain finally filtered into his mind and brought with it a clarity.

One of his nails broke.

It was not kind, it was not some minor abrasion, it truly broke against the hard wood from how viciously his fingers had been clamping down. If it had been her flesh he would have let bruises deep into her muscles, but for them...it was perhaps a reprieve. His heated breath fell upon her skin, gasping out at the injury and he suddenly jerked away, his voice quiet and hard as control clamped down upon him like water pouring over his entire body. It was a shock, electric and stiffening, and it ended all his arousal in that moment as he took a step back and looked at what he had created.

His own girl, trembling, wet and willing...begging to be fucked by her Father. His own girl, bound and panting, her ass wide and her tits hanging beneath her. His own girl....his little angel. No, he could go no further, no...and so he moved to dress, not wanting to embarrass her. His hand ached as he came close and began to undo the stocks he had clamped her within, his fingers soft and gentle as he showered her with gentle kisses to her forehead and cheeks...whispering softly into her ear.

"Shhh, no, no...not yet angel, no...it'll be all right, I promise. I promise." He began to help her dress, knowing she would be vulnerable, knowing she would need him to lean against...he had taken her so far in just a few dark moments together and he continued to speak to her. "Let Daddy take you home...you're safe...you're safe, I swear."

The girl was impressed with how the night seemed to roll like waves. First the fear and anxiety, then the blissful pain and finally a release for their wired bodies. The sensation of his body against hers made her feel more like a woman than ever before, his thick cock teasing at an entrance she’d never experienced. Moving to her ass earned a gasp. Not nearly as pleasurable as his previous attentions, though the friction was stimulating. Their hips rocked in sync, bodies slapping together as he neared a climax.

As suddenly as the night began, it ceased to a halt just as quickly. Their bodies separated, leaving her needy and confused as she heard the shuffling of material followed by silence. Paige was gasping for air and nosier than ever, the girl attempting to twist about to see what had stopped him. Was her declaration of their relationship too much of a shock? Did he regret the whole thing? She felt him working at the lock to free her from bondage, expression one of confusion until she’d caught sight of his finger. She might have fancied pain, but that certainly looked… unpleasant.

Her body ached from the position she’d held for so long, back sore as she reached for her panties and her Father applied various kisses and gentle affections. Paige nodded quietly, the girl attempting to ignore the wetness of her underwear and the way her ass stung against the mesh material. As if that wasn’t enough, she was also confronted with the closest sensation to blue balls that a woman could encounter. Her body still ached for a release while her mind had sobered, leaving her flushed as they made their way to the exit. She collected her trench coat from the check at the door and slipped it over herself before heading back outside.

The sun had fallen, a dark sky and parking lights welcoming them as they sought out his vehicle. It wasn’t until they were both seated and buckled before she spoke. “Should we… go to the hospital?” Sure, it would have been slightly embarrassing sitting in an ER waiting room in her current state, but the last thing she wanted for her Father was unnecessary pain. “I don’t mind if you need to, really.”