Never Enough (FatherFigurexLostLamb)

[Lost Lamb]

To a stranger’s eye, Brooke would appear to be an average girl in high school. Her grades were decent, she had a large network of friends, and her public choices reflected those of a well-adjusted teenager. The majority of her weekends were spent outside the house mingling at the mall or movie theater. At times there were even boys that filtered through the door, but she adhered to rules and kept her bedroom door open for easy observation. It wasn’t until a few months ago that Brooke began to keep secrets.

During a school field trip, one of her friends played a prank and took a revealing shot up her skirt with her cell phone. Days later, the picture was uploaded and began to circulate through their school on social media. The responses were polarizing. There were boys who wanted to know who the subject was; there were girls that immediately took to slut shaming. Brooke was no straight-A student but she was wise enough to keep quiet. Despite the raging controversy over her underwear, it was hard to deny the attraction to attention. The decent was fast. An innocent blog was the beginning of it all; she called herself “BrookieBae” and began to upload more. At first there was nothing but cute poses and blurry photos of her face.

One fateful night, alone in her bedroom, the decision to upload a nude photo was made. Everyone else was doing it, and those pictures got so much more attention than the ones she was already offering. What was the harm? Immediately, none. There were a slew of comments and likes, followed by a flood of private messages in her inbox. One pic led to another, and before she knew it BrookieBae was taking requests. The demand for her flesh was exhilarating. With popularity on the rise, she even rented a PO Box for anonymous gifts to arrive which further allowed her to interact with “fans”. Gifts such as clothing, collars, and candy were a new and welcome standard. Her next step was obvious, she would need to go live.

It wasn’t difficult to enroll onto a camera site. There was no ID verification required, so all she had to do was lie about her birthday and type in a username and password. Just like that Brooke began streaming. Awkward at first, her previous followers began to watch her blossom from a shy girl in the dark to an enthusiastic princess of the night. The double life wasn’t easy to maintain.

Every other night Brooke would go to bed as per usual. Napping for three hours, an alarm was set for one in the morning. After taking the time to dress and do her hair and makeup, she was generally live by two and would sign off at four. Luckily, all of her shooting was done right on the bed, which is where she would immediately crash in an attempt to nap before school. The strained sleeping schedule took a toll on her already average grades, but she never worried. She wasn’t failing anything, her future was hardly compromised.

Just like the rest, tonight she was to nap for a few then wake up and get ready for the camera. Tonight’s outfit was a real treat. More often than not she ended up with cheap garments that were generally stuffed under her bed and never worn again. Yesterday a lovely two-piece set arrived in the mail that practically begged to be shown off. Sliding the ribbons and lace over her milky skin could have been a show in itself, but the camera wasn’t even on yet. Grabbing her laptop and settling back on her mattress, it took all of five minutes before a short count-down was activated and the feed went live. Seconds passed and dozens of usernames popped into the chat room, earning a coy grin from the girl as she leaned in closer.

“Oh my god you guys, I’m so excited tonight!” The greeting was enthusiastic and sincere. “This has got to be one of my favorite gifts so far!” Grabbing the laptop without warning, she laid back and lifted the screen up into the air, illuminating her slender frame and putting the majority of her body into view. The chat filled with various emoji symbols and insistence for more. They always wanted more. A soft giggle passed through her lips before placing the computer down on her mattress. Brooke twirled about and sat on her knees. With her plush ass to the camera, those full hips offered a few playful swivels to each side.

 

[Father Figure]

To a stranger's eye, James would appear to be a pillar of the community. He was not rich by any means, was not someone that would draw the attention of jealousy from others for the lavish lifestyle he led, but he provided for his daughter as best as a single dad could and that was good enough for him. A reserved man, an accountant by trade, he ran a small firm in the local business bureau and never felt like he needed to show the ambition to establish some kind of dominance over the area. Instead he led an upper middle class lifestyle that revolved around being a good man and being a good father. The truth though was that no matter how hard he tried to remain a virtuous and good human being, he knew deep down that he was something twisted. Something defiled. There was a cancer inside of James, one that had him looking long and hard at the high school girls that passed by when he dropped his daughter at school.

One that had him perusing the internet to stare at the young flesh of cam models in the dead of night, stroking himself off in his downstairs office, trying hard to ignore the terrible longings inside of his soul. That was when he found out that someone else had a secret too.

Like always this evening he had gone through his rituals, his normal routines. He had dinner, he had watched a few shows off of Netflix, and he had demurred any real socialization for the night with his kiddo. He claimed he had work to do and for the better part of the evening that was actually true. He did have work to attend to, he had things he needed to take care of, but when the night drew longer he closed the door of his office and he sat down. He got comfortable. Pants came off and were folded neatly to the side, shoes placed nearby, socks tucked inside of them. It left him in his dress shirt, slightly unbuttoned, and his dark grey boxer briefs. Boxer briefs which barely hid the view of a semi-erect cock. He scooted forward, tapping on his laptop to bring up private browsing.

And then the search began.

He always tried to find one that fit his type, always tried to find one that was petite, dark haired, fair skinned, and cute. One that reminded him in a tiny bit of his young daughter, even though he never connected the two in all honesty. Never really allowed himself to think so. Already with one hand on the mouse he was scrolling through the results, his other hand tracing the outline of his flesh, and then he saw her name...he saw the name and his eyes widened just the tiniest bit. There in the cam capture was a very cute ass, the camgirl name of "BrookieBae" standing out. Well, that was an interesting thrill to want to see a girl strutting her stuff...one who had the same name as his young lady. His lips pressed together, eyes narrowing as the decision was made. Hell it probably wasn't even her real name right...

...and yet it was.

He stared in utter shock. Stared in total denial. No, that couldn't be right. That could not be real. It was not as if he imagined his daughter was an innocent girl, but that she was online and camming? That more than that she was doing it professionally? It was illegal! No matter of course that he hardened fully at the sight of her wriggling ass. He could see her room behind her, he did not have to see her face, he did not have to hear her voice...to know it was her. His Brooke. His features slowly filled with anger, watching the comments of the men, and suddenly he was moving upstairs. His hand catching hold of the door and practically breaking it down, popping any flimsy lock that might have prevented entry...his voice utterly outraged.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing!"

 

[Lost Lamb]

Nothing felt quite as rewarding as the great surge of comments rolled into the chat room. Without having to read a single word, Brooke knew they liked what she was doing. In the safety of home, tucked into her bedroom, she felt truly invincible. The panties fit like a glove tailored just for her. Keeping her measurements up to date on her separate blog had really paid off this time. “Who was the sweetheart that sent these to me?” Cooing to her laptop, several anonymous strangers claimed to be the most thoughtful of the bunch.

The mindless clamoring for attention earned another grin. She didn’t really care who gave them to her; they were hers now. Sadly, the outfit would likely never see the light of day. Brooke had no boyfriend and was also far too young in appearance to ever pass off as an adult in person. The majority of her viewers could probably tell that she wasn’t of the proper age required to register in the first place.

“They just feel like heaven,” trailing off to a purr, her thumbs casually hooked at the shimmering ribbons and tugged upwards. The lace dragged up along her hips and strained against the soft flesh of her ass. Bending over, small palms grabbed at those soft cheeks and spread them apart to fully reveal the lace cupping her feminine flesh. Brooke peeked around her ass at the screen of her laptop. The crowd went wild yet hadn’t truly hit its crescendo. Returning to the panties, a single hand tugged the hem of the undergarment half way down her ass. The ribbons created delicious divots in her skin. Another hum of joy was offered as her hips wiggled once more, gently teasing the fabric lower and lower.

Just as her soft lips were to come into view, there was a crash at her door.

He was met with little resistance. It was against the rules to lock her room; the knob turned effortlessly. There was minimal friction from the towel that had been stuffed along the bottom of the door to catch any excess light that might have seeped into the hall. Brooke offered a yelp of surprise and spun about to face her Father. The nearest object to cover herself was nothing more than an oversized teddy bear, one that he had actually bought for her on Valentine’s day. There she kneeled, underwear hardly clinging to her ass in the dull glow of her computer that now sat between them.

If the sudden entrance wasn’t startling enough his tone certainly shook her down to her core. A painful silence roared through the room as the girl proceeded to gawk like an idiot. His eyes; she couldn’t look away from them. She feared the worst by choosing to let him out of her sights. The more excuses she tried to think of the worse they became. Clinging to her bear for dear life, all she could offer was the next thing that came to mind. “I-I was showing some friends my outfit…” Maybe it was the camera, or the fact that she’d been interrupted in the middle of her show, but it was certainly worded in an attempt to keep her out of trouble.

After finding her voice, she also seemed to recover her sense of observation. Noting his lack of clothing, a deep crimson spread over her features. She hadn’t been noisy, she’d been caught red-handed. Brooke tried to ignore her Father’s prominent erection. Sure, the shows and pictures that were curated on a daily basis likely aroused hundreds of men or women every day, but she’d literally never been face to face with one before.

“Daddy, your pants…” There was a small chance he could be distracted; maybe bring him down to her level of embarrassment.

 

[Father Figure]

His pants? What about her ass? The sheer audacity of the moment was not lost on him as he stared at her. Face to face himself with what she was, what she was doing, and who she was doing it for. Oh, he was a pervert he knew that...but did the men online really know how old his little girl was? Did they really grasp what was happening? He wondered briefly and part of him understood, somehow that they did not. They had no idea. Now though, now they were facing off with each other and he could not help but take in the curve of her body. His eyes widened, opening, his breathing heavy as he wondered what it would be like to touch her. No, even though he was upset his erection had gone nowhere and in fact felt more painful being constrained in the boxer-briefs. His teeth clenched together as she lied to him, the features seeming to grow hard. Would her Father regain control at all?

It was highly doubtful.

No, this was beyond the pale for both of them and he felt that hammering inside of his head that hinted he was going mad with both anger and lust. His body moved across the room, giving up any vestige of control as he took hold of her beautiful hair and jerked her head hard. There might be shock from the watches, maybe something in their comments, but he did not care...he only had eyes for her. Let them watch, let them watch what happened to a girl who decided to slut it up online and show her fucking body to the world. His eyes narrowed as he stared down into her face and he whispered.

"Why....why would you do this...."

Those words actually contained all the hurt he could express, the disappointment in her, but more than that there was a gulf of distress that it had not been him. He felt that inside of himself, that it had not been him and he was furious...furious and jealous. Who had been the first man to see her? Who had been the first man to jack off looking at her skin? Who had gotten to admire his little girl? His teeth pulled back, almost feral, a snarl on the face of a Father who had never looked at her with such anger before in her life and he pushed her head down hard towards the bed, his other hand coming to slap her ass. A hard blow, making those cheek shake, before he did it again. Each one punctuated by a word, each slap of his hand echoing in the room.

"How...fucking...dare...you!"

 

[Lost Lamb]

It was obvious that her sugar-sprinkled lie wasn’t going to settle very well. The physical reaction it garnered practically made Brooke’s blood run cold. Dishonesty had never been taken lightly; the act in itself dug a deeper grave than just being caught online would have earned on its own. His approach had never frightened her before. The determined look in his eye coupled with a hasty advance earned a natural instinct to recoil. The effort caused more damage than it prevented. Snagged by her hair tugged, the action earned a pained whine as she was forced to face him. Their proximity revealed even more. It was a wonder how a sixteen year old managed to blend and apply cheap drugstore makeup like a professional. Her lips were coated in a thin layer of pink gloss and she even smelled of perfume.

His query made her quiver. Struck dumb by his bold approach and forceful grasp, Brooke had suddenly become incapable of speech. Her fingers dug deeper into the plush material of her teddy bear as wide doe eyes absorbed every movement he made. Was this still her Father? In a whirlwind of emotions and rage, another cry was offered while being forced down against her mattress.

“I’m sorry Daddy, please!”

Her face sank roughly against the bed with the teddy pinned beneath her torso. Had she not been terrified, the fur of the bear would have been rather enjoyable. Still on her knees, she bent at her hips to fully expose what the growing number of viewers had come to see: a milky white ass with a pair of panties hardly clinging to it. If he wasn’t there, her exposed skin would have meant nothing. Now as he saw her, judged her, the embarrassment couldn’t have been more intense.

Brooke wasn’t exactly sure what her Father’s plan was but it didn’t take long to reveal itself. The first slap came as a genuine surprise. The bite of his palm against the soft flesh of her rear made her yelp in surprise. Biting at her bedsheets, each spank after earned a muted groan. Rather than flail and twist about, she’d chosen to hunker down and maintain the highest level of composure possible. Her toes curled as he doled out her punishment, each one rocking her slender frame. Had it not been for his grip at her tresses she would have likely been pushed forward a few inches. Her ass adopted a delicious shade of pink which only deepened to a more attractive red in the few moments after his final swing. There was something odd in the way she accepted her spankings; by the time he finished her ass was still up in the air, poised and ready for more.

Sure, a few tears had been shed, but who was to say they were all out of fear?

 

[Father Figure]

For her each slap on her rear had led her a bit further towards the submissive nature that she had, the willingness to give of herself to a man, and for him...for him the exact opposite, as only could truly exist between two people who were dominant and submissive. His own reaction as his hand eased it's blows was one of awe, of pure awe as he examined her young little rear beneath his fingers. The final blow came but it was more admiring lovetap, more adoring caress, and his fingers took hold of her reddened cheek and slowly gripped...taking his time in feeling the skin beneath his palm. Breathing deeply he could smell her arousal on the air and his tongue came out to trace over his lips as he felt her shaking beneath him. It was a heady experience, drug inducing unlike anything other, and when someone was in that moment...when someone felt those rush of hormones and dark delights in their minds...could they really be considered sane at that point? Could they be considered anything other than drugged out of their mind?

Could they be held accountable for their actions?

Legally they most definitely could be, but he was no longer thinking of legally. No, he was thinking that he wanted more of her as she lay there...his little perfect Brooke, the girl that he had found online and he turned just slightly to look towards the computer. They could see her in all her glory, but they could not see him, at least not his face. They were strangers, people that were nowhere near the two of them. They meant nothing in the scheme of things...but they meant something to his girl. He saw the sudden surge of requests, the demands, the money flowing in...how they were dropping tokens. They wanted to see her...to see more of her. They wanted her to be shown off....and who was he to deny them. His voice was low, taunting as he whispered...

"Your audience loves you, baby girl."

His hand hooked into her panties and jerked them down, baring her ass fully to the men watching on the screen. He could see, he had such a perfect view, and he moved up onto the bed with her...wanting to shame her, wanting her to know what kind of girl she truly was. Part of him hated himself for doing this to her, part of him despised it, but he couldn't stop himself. He was furious...and more than that...he was aroused, aroused and hungry for more. His strong legs braced him near her head, if she but turned she could see him thick and erect still trapped within his boxer briefs. His fingers moved along her young ass, raking with his nails just a tiny bit.

And then he spread her, spread her wide for everyone to worship.