Patreon LogoYour support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)

Taking Care of Their Needs (Lord Dakol and Tight Kitty)

Lord Dakol

Lord Dakol

Supernova
Joined
Jun 28, 2009
Location
California
The water that was quietly running within the private bathroom was turned off, from the shower stepped a man with dark brown hair and steely-blue eyes. His flesh was lightly tanned, with sculpted muscles and a trained abdomen. He covered the lower half of his body with a towel and dried himself off, running a large hand through his hair. It was late at night when Jack Locke finished cleaning himself.

Jack strode into his room, where his eyes flickered to the empty bed. In it, his wife used to sleep until she left them. Until then, they were happy, but now... even his daughter was affected by it. She stayed out at all hours at the night, and it was no different this time. Getting dressed in a tight-fitting black shirt that accentuated his form and tan pants that were neatly buckled with a black belt, he sighed.

Outside his room, he heard the familiar running footsteps of his son, and the pattering of their black Labrador; despite the time (a little after 2:00), he allowed Vincent to stay up until his sister came home. His right hand clenched tightly in anger and walked out of the room, taking his cellphone before walking downstairs, jamming it into his pocket. He waited, leaning against the wall as he stared at the door, waiting silently for her to arrive.
 
It was 2 Am and a black Kia Forte rolled up to the front of her house. Music blaring from the vehicle as his daughter exited from the car. waving her friend goodbye she sighed lightly, figuring her father would be in bed already like he usually was. though this time the lights were on and she could see her brother running through the house. Aislyn breathed in, her long dark chocolate brown hair was curled to her shoulders and her eyes a deep blue. She wore a white mini skirt with a turquoise tank top and flip flops. reaching the door she opened it and stepped inside to see her father there leaning against the wall and she breathed in. "H-hi..dad." Se said, stammering a bit before she shut the door nd set her bag down. She didn't' talk much since her mother had left them recently ripping her family apart.
 
When the door creaked open, David looked over and narrowed his eyes as she entered, wearing an outfit that seemed to tease anyone that dared to look at her. His expression turned into a glare, his throat growling in anger.

"You're fucking late," he said firmly, "You were supposed to be home hours ago."

Their dog, Fare - which was intended to be a play on the word "fear" - ran down the stairs, barking loudly, with Vincent running close behind. The boy didn't notice until he looked at his sister, and fear was written on his face. "Aislyn..." he said, his voice a slight whimper as he hugged their dog protectively, from Jack's wrath.
 
She was a little surprised, he usually was never that vulgar. "You've never given a shit before. why now?" she asked and sighed seeing her brother who seemed terrified by how angry her father was. "I won't be late again I'm sorry." She said and looked to home with a sigh. She had wondered if she was gonna get in trouble while she was out with her friend. With her family ripped apart she almost seemed to not care as she slipped her shoes off and she walked past him and up the stairs towards her room. He was always angered when she didn't do what he wanted. Which seemed to be a lot as she was rebeling out now and she closed her eyes and she walked back up the stairs. their dog began barking as she made her way to the top of the stairs escaping from her brothers grasp and ran up after her , barking up at her.
 
Amazingly, Jack continued to keep his calm as his daughter replied with a tone of flatness and walked upstairs. Fare had begun to bark up after her, but was immediately silenced when her father spoke in a low, even tone. "Get back down here. Now." he growled, speaking to both Aislyn and Fare alike. The dog obeyed and scampered back down, and Jack wasn't afraid to pull her back into the living room.
 
She watched Fare scamper back down the stairs. "You think cause mom left you, gives you a reason to be a jerk?" She asked and then moments after realized she had crossed the line. "Look..dad.. i-i'm sorry." She stammered a bit knowing she probably had pissed him off even more. She heard her brother laughing and he pointed at her, pointing out obviosuly she was in trouble. She wanted to just run up the stairs and hide, when her mother was here they were the best of friends and now she was gone she felt like the loner of the family with her father and brother having each other. "i'll just ground myself." She rolled her eyes, obviously going back to not caring.
 
Jack wasn't at all surprised at Vincent sudden change of attitude. Once the young boy realized that he wasn't in trouble, he grinned and stuck his tongue out at Aislyn.
"Shut up. Come here now," Jack commanded, hiding his anger for now as he turned away to sit on the couch. He was getting tired of the disrespect that he was shown, and now he was finally about to break. Leaning back, he used one large hand to gesture to his legs. Like he had done when they were both out of line years ago, he decided to use the punishment once again. Jack was ordering her to lay against his legs to spank her. And this time, he most likely wouldn't hold back.
 
She closed her eyes as he told her to shut up and told her to come into thew living room. Sighing she stepped down the stairs shoving her brother, vincent who was being quite obnoxious as this point and was still grinning. Entering the living room she saw him sitting on the couch, gesturing her to come over and lay on his lap. She scoffed, "Youre kidding, right?" She asked and cocked her brow, her hands on her hips. "I am not laying on your lap so you can spank me. Why don't you just ground me?" She asked with a groan and step towards him slowly.
 
Anger flashed in Jack's eyes as Aislyn disobeyed his order. "Because you won't learn a fucking lesson that. Now get your ass over here!" he barked, using his deep baritone to the make her flinch. "Now. Or I'll force you over here..."

After Aislyn shoved Vincent out of the way, the expression on his face changed into one of concern. He hid behind the wall, though continued to peek out as Fare followed suit, running after his young master.
 
She did indeed flinch and she looked over to see Fare running after her younger brother and she looked to her father. She swallowed and evetually began to close her distance with him and she was before him in seconds. After a moment she laid down onto his lap, her eyes watering up but the same amount of anger crept up in her eyes. She dis-obeys him and he beats her, vincent dis-obeys and he talks to him. She closed her eyes tightly awaiting the punishing slaps upon her skin.
 
Jack allowed a smirk as Aislyn finally did as she was told, albeit a little reluctantly. He could feel her soft, taut stomach pressing into his thighs, and noticed that her breasts were pushed outward by his legs. Her father placed a large, rough hand upon her back, keeping her in place while his other hand snaked to her skirt. With a light pull, he lifted the skirt to expose the firm, luscious ass that was hugged by her panties. Without hesitation, Jack lifted his hand before striking her ass with a firm slap, leaving a red mark on her flesh.
 
Laying on his lap she swallowed and breathed in feeling her skirt sliding up and her eyes were still shut. But within moments she let out a cry as his hand collideed with her firm ass, leaving a red hand print on her skin. Her fingers dug into his leg, her breasts about popping out of her shirt from his legs and she bit her bottom lip as she hung her head, her let hip pressing firmly into his crotch squirming with the slap.
 
He was, of course, pleased with cry, but he didn't dare to stop there. Jack slapped her nice, round ass three more times, each spank seeming to give him a bit of a thrill, and it didn't help that Aislyn was pressing into his crotch. After another slap, Jack had then realized that her panties must have been softening the blow from his rough hand. "Take your fucking panties off," he ordered, the palm of his hand resting on her buttocks for a moment, squeezing the cheek firmly before raising it and waiting for her to do as he said.
 
Each slap created another cry from her lips though after a moment she thought he was done, "W-what," She asked surprised though she didnt dare to disobey him as she pulled her panties down her toned thighs to her knees exposing her tight, young pink pussy and she looked down seeing hus hand rising in the corner of her eye.
 
Despite Aislyn's wonderment at his command, she pulled them down already to expose her asshole and pussy lips, beckoning a devious smile on his face. "Good girl," he said, though his tone is still anger and disappointed. Now that the panties were out of the way, he slammed his hand upon her flesh once more, his fingers brushing across her senstive rosebud and slit.
 
She gasped as she felt his fingers slapping against her rosebud and lips. Her hips jerked slightly and she whimpered, "Daddy please..im sorry." She said groaning in slight pain and she opened her eyes squirming again as her bare thighs and now bare womanhood rubbed against his leg wit each slap.
 
The fabric of his jeans was sure to cause some stimulation to the pussy that was rubbing against it, and Jack noticed that her breasts were almost pushed to their limit, her nipples about to be exposed. Rolling his eyes, he used his hand to yank up her shirt, covering her breasts for the breasts. "I don't want to hear it. I've told you multiple times that you can't be late, and what do you do? You're late!" he seethed, slapping her ass. By now, a hard bulge was forming in his pants, gently nudging against his daughter's waist.

"So, what do you plan to do to correct this mistake?" Jack asked, kneading his thick fingers into her ass cheeks before slowly gliding it down, covering her pussy only slightly.
 
She dug hwer fingers in more, her shirt being pulled up and she looked to him. "I..I wont be late again." She shook her head before looking to him just as she froze as his fingers slid down past her ass towards her womanhood. "W-what do you want me to do? I'll do anything." She gasped out and looked up, she felt horrible and did want to make it up.
 
Jack's eyes flickered to the kitchen, and knew that Vincent was still watching, waiting to see what would happen. He noticed that her feet were flat on the ground, and chuckled. "First, I want you to raise your ass for daddy, honey. Do it," he ordered calmly. His fingers began to roughly drum her pussy lips, stroking her cunt teasingly, patting her before slapping her pussy.
 
Hearing him, feeling his fingers. She wanted to pull back as she felt his fingers on her pussy. He shouldn't be touchingher therw, but she figured if she didn't listen he'd beat her ass again. So she moved her feet, arching her back and lifting her ass up into the air, exposing her cheeks and asshole, along with showing his hand slapping her pussy. "Now what?" She looked over to him.
 
Jack closed his eyes for a moment, attempting to think about what he was doing. But, as Aislyn raised her pert ass for him, and he felt the young pussy brushing against his fingers, he smirked. He was going to teach her a lesson she wouldn't soon forget.

Without a word, her father moved his hand from her back, sliding down her ass as his fingers rubbed her slit. He then parted the lips, exposing the warm, moist inside that led to her tight hole. A finger gently tapped the entrance, rubbing it gently as the bulge in his pants grew harder and longer.
 
Her ass was still up in the air and she looked to the side though she looked up just as his fingers spread her lips and she gasped as his finger pressed against her entrance hole and her back arched, "T-this?" She asked and squirmed, blushing as she bit her bottom lip with each rub holding a confused moan inside of her throat. Her pussy growing hot and wet from his slaps and rubbing along her lips and hole.
 
"Heh . . . exactly. Good girl," Jack replied, toying with her glistening cunt. Whether she liked it or not, her body was reacting just the way he expected. After all, he had plenty of experience in teasing and fucking his ex-wife and previous partners. As he tapped his finger, he barely noticed the strangled moan in her throat, and laughed. "Are you enjoying this, baby?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
 
"No.." She muttered and she gasped lightly as he continued to tap her pussy, biting her bottom lip just as a moan broke through her lips and her cheeks blushed. "This isn't right." She said and looked to him, losing her breath for a moment as she grew even wetter now and her walls suddenly clenched in pleasure and she looked to the carpeted floor as her breasts were once more pressing against her shirt, threatening to pop out again.
 
"Who are you to say that it is? Do you doubt daddy?" he chuckled. The finger that had been continuously tapping the hole then teased the entrance, squeezing the tip in just a bit before retracting and doing it again. Meanwhile, he looked over and saw that her breasts were inches away from spilling out, and he did nothing to stop it. In fact, he bucked his hips hard enough to push her tanktop up, exposing her beautiful breasts.
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
Back
Top Bottom