*Disclaimer: This story is fictional, nothing is real and nothing based on real person or events. Every character is above 18 years old. I’m writing for the first time in here and my native language is not English so I’m sorry if I make any writing & grammar mistakes.*
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“Lindsay! Breakfast is ready! Come downstairs already!”
With my dad’s voice, coming from the kitchen downstairs, I stopped my hand before I could even reach my panties. Somehow he always finds the right time to call me next to him. Whenever I want to have some alone time, he called me out.
“I’m coming!” I yelled and got up from my bed. I put my shirt and skirt on, brushed my hair a bit, and went to the kitchen. “Good morning dad,” I said when I entered the kitchen and put a little kiss on his cheek before I sit down on the chair.
“Good morning baby girl,” he said while putting the scrambled eggs into my plate. “How was your sleep?”
“It was alright. How about yours?”
“It was good, thanks.”
“You got up early again I suppose?”
“You know I don’t like waking up late.” He sat down right in front of me. “Do you have any classes today?”
I was a university student. I was a freshman and I didn’t leave the town or anything for university, I was still living with my dad. After my mom died three years ago, ı couldn’t find the courage or wish to leave him alone.
He needed me, I needed him.
“I do have two classes. It will start at 1 P.M so I have time until then. How about you? What will you do today?”
“I do have to edit some photos so I don’t need to go to the office today. No photoshoots scheduled, so I will stay at home probably.”
I nodded my head. My dad, Liam, was a freelance photographer. He sometimes go to his office, his studio, for photoshoots but mostly he was at home.
“I won’t be able to bring any boys then,” I said, playfully.
But he didn’t laugh.
He just frowned and looked at me angrily. “We’ve talked about this, didn’t we Lindsay? Don’t you remember the rules?”
My face turned red with shame immediately. I couldn’t look at his face. “I’m sorry dad. I do remember.”
“Then tell me, what were the rules?”
“No boys allowed at the house.”
“And the others?”
I tried to remember the rules. “No going or staying outside after 10 P.M. No sleepovers. No kissing boys from the lips.”
“And? There is still a couple more.”
I forced my brain. “No dating?”
“True but you forgot one thing. Do you know what this means?”
Oh, fuck! Here we go again…
“You will punish me,” I said, almost whispering.
“That’s right,” he said and grabbed me from my arm, pulled me into his lap, and bend me over above his knees. “You forgot one, most important rule. No having sex until you finish school. So do you know what that means?”
I swallowed. “That means no boys allowed at all, dad.”
“Exactly. But you will be punished anyway.” He pulled my skirt down. I was nineteen years old but he was still punishing me this way. It was almost like a habit of his, of ours. “Count every slap, or I will slap your butt harder. You wouldn’t want that, would you?”
“N-no,” I said with a shaky voice. My body was already trembling with fear. “I will count, don’t worry.”
“Good. Now, here we go,” he said and he smacked my butt with his large, strong palm.
I moaned “One!” with pain, as my body involuntarily moves forward.
“Stay still Lindsay,” he ordered and smacked my butt again.
“Two!” I yelled while trying to hold my body still.
He kept smacking my butt and he stopped after hitting ten times in total. With his every hit, I moaned with pain and I was sure that I wouldn’t be able to sit on my butt for a couple of days at least. Probably my butt was all red. He always punished me like this after my mom’s death. Whenever I did something he didn’t want or like, he smacked my butt like I am a little kid or something. Some days, I felt like he did this for his own pleasure. It seems like he wasn’t doing it to teach me, tame me, rather he was doing this for his own pleasure, to satisfy his ego or something.
“Get the fuck up,” he said angrily. “You are not going to school today.”
“But dad!”
“I said you are not going to school today,” he said these words, emphasizing every word. His eyes were burning with anger. “Will you go against my words? Will you act like a naughty brat?”
I lowered my eyes with shame. “No dad, I won’t.”
“Good. Now go to your room.”
“Okay dad,” I said and after I put my skirt on, I rushed to my bedroom.
My heart was pounding with pain and some sort of excitement. He was doing this to punish me, so I should be feeling guilty for what I was feeling far from guilt.
I… Liked it. I liked it *a lot*, to be honest.
The pain that comes with his every hit, to feel his strong, warm hands on my butt, and even the fact that my butt cheeks turned red because of him… Everything that he has done to me was making me feel excited.
Even his anger…
My breaths were fast and my legs were still shaking. I pulled down my skirt immediately and look at my panties. It was wet. I was wet like hell.
I lied down to my bed, pulled down my panties, and spread my legs. When I touched the lips of my pussy, I felt how wet I was on my fingers.
I was, *obviously*, still a virgin. For some reason, my dad never wanted me to engage with boys, he doesn’t even want me to talk to any other boy than him. I always thought he did this to protect me but now I don’t think he is doing this just to protect me. He might be jealous of me.
He might be jealous of his own daughter.
I started to caress myself slowly. I thought of my dad touching me instead, for the first time. How would that feel, I wondered. My own dad touching me, kissing my lips and my body, fingering me, and even fucking me…
It was so wicked, so bad, so naughty and so sinful but he was the only man I’ve ever known. I had no one other than him. So how could I not imagine him? How could I didn’t want him?
And the fact that he is my dad, makes everything more exciting. He was not just some random guy. He was my dad, he knew me better than any other person in the world. He was athletic, bodied, tall, his body and face were so smooth.
I wondered what it would feel like to feel his tongue between my legs .I moaned with pleasure and started to rub myself faster. As I was a virgin, I couldn’t go any further than rubbing my clit. I was so wet and excited that I could already feel that I was close. I wanted his lips, his tongue, his hands, and his fingers. I wanted him to fuck me rough, I wanted him to fuck me until I can’t remember my name. I wanted him so bad and so much that even reaching climax seemed to not be able to satisfy me.
I started to move my finger faster. “Dad!” I moaned and right before I reach climax I heard his voice.
“Lindsay?”
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*Thank you for reading, chapter 2 will be uploaded soon. Any suggestions regarding to my writing or story will be preciated.*
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