My daughter Meagan had just one failing. She was bright and funny, cute in a not raging-hormone-inducing way, clean & tidy, and generous to a fault... And that I guess, was her fault. She always saw the good in people and attracted users and people whose cruelty of nature was always obscured to her.

She goes to the local Catholic school, in the seventh grade, not because we are Catholic, but more because I just love to see young teen girls in a traditional uniform, rather than grungy jeans or all slutted up in tacky skirts and tube-tops. Can you blame me? My secret longing for schoolgirls is known only to me, but still omnipresent, augured by their ready proximity, given Meagan's diligent attendance there.

One of said basically cruel people was her 'friend,' Bethany. Bethany came from the right side of the tracks in that her father was the sales manager at the local Mercedes Benz dealership, mixed with the wealthy set and earned good money. He had done well and had bought a nice house in a nice street a few blocks from where Meagan & I lived in a far more modest house, straddling those metaphoric 'tracks.'

Meagan's mother, Audrey, had left us for a friend of ours, Bill, and had gone and started a brand new family with him in another town, their having followed his job promotion to manager of the regional office. They were only a couple of hours away, but it was rare for the new mother of twin toddlers to take the trouble to see her first born 13 year old who had been left in the dust cloud of her mom's rapid departure to a new life away from here. I think I was more bitter about that abandonment of a pure soul than the cuckolding I received at Audrey & Bill's hands, though that still burned.

Meagan's nature being what it was, meant that she just could not see that Bethany treated her like a servant - and a stupid one at that. Meg can you pick that up for me, Meg could you help me with this assignment, Meg I wish you could understand, etc. etc. ad infinitum. She was one of those girls whose attractiveness and slim & well proportioned little 'just turned 13' body was weaponized; not accepted gracefully. She had all the boys wanting to practice their moves and all the girls wanting to practice her moves.

She really was a hot little number; her blonde hair fell naturally past her shoulders, her face had touches of real beauty that couldn't be marred by garish teen make-up, Her stature was upright, her poise already enough to turn heads at her natural grace, she had smallish, beautifully formed (and growing) little tits, a cute rack of abs (that I was jealous of), hips still boyish, but with that delectable swoop of femininity, her ass was a sculptured peach, her legs long and sinuous, and her little mons is just the perfect curve, occasionally affording me a tantalizing camel-toe. I know all this in such detail from considerable time examining her through my dark glasses when the girls were bouncing around and in and out of our modest backyard pool. I may be obsessed, but I convince myself that I'm not.

I noted sadly that many of Meagan's nicest possessions ended up on permanent loan to Bethany, who had serious problems forming the words, 'thank you & sorry,' with her so sensual lips. It drove me batty seeing the richer little user soak up my darling girl's kindness and repay it begrudgingly with disdain.

Anyway, I work in security and, as a consequence, had our house pretty-well covered in HD cameras the size of a fly; I am the technology manager at the largest security company in town... I have a staff of zero, so the title was really only to impress clients with their importance and the solidity of the company... "Our technology Manager will deal with it personally, Mr Jones."

One of my pet activities was watching the files on the hard drive of Bethany bossing my little sweetheart around when they were here alone after school. It always gets me muttering about over-privileged, user kids. I could grow to hate the little brat, although the occasional glimpse of Bethany's underwear as they lounged on the settee, generally made me feel a little better.

I was watching this particular day, when I noticed Bethany leaving the lounge room saying something to Meagan, and into the hall, where she went right past the bathroom towards my room! What the? There were ten little windows on my screen that had the feed from all ten int. & ext. cameras. Then in the window on the screen for the cam in my room, I saw my bedroom door open, and Bethany skulking into my room and go to the dressing table and begin rummaging around.

She seemed to find what she was looking for and palmed a little bundle, pocketed it and turned and left. Rather than rewind and zoom, I just turned and went over to the dressing table, already sure what was gone. Sure enough, when I looked in my mother's jewelry box, the small pile of fifties was not there. $300 that was my 'just in case' money. 'How lame,' I thought. But, I guess since I hadn't looked in there for months, and wouldn't have otherwise for probably more months, it might have gone undetected long enough for me to wonder if I'd used it and forgotten. The sneaky little rich bitch!

Now, what to do about it? There was one serious question. I didn't want to risk upsetting Meagan, but it can't go unresolved. A plan began to form in my head. I'm not a devious person, far from it... But needs must. The thieving little bitch! It's not as if she needs the money, I mean it might be different if she was broke, but...

Meagan had arranged for Bethany to come over for this coming weekend - Bethany needed help on a project, of course, and the idea that materialized in my brain was instantly actioned in an unprompted, Pavlovic way by my reaching for the phone to call my ex.

"Hi Audrey. I'm concerned that you haven't seen Meagan for over two months now and it is just not acceptable. I appreciate that you have a new family now, but I think you should make an effort. You are her mother."

"Oh John, I've just been so busy with the twins," she said, surprisingly reasonably, which just reminded me why I loved her in the first place. "I'm sorry, you're right, of course... Umm, look, Bill's off on a conference this weekend, maybe she can come and help me with the twins?"

It's amazing how a plan can coalesce when the universe deems it to be so. I told her that she would be on the 4.00 PM bus on Friday afternoon and that I would pick her up from the bus station at 5.00 PM, Sunday. And that was it! It was in place.

I spent the next three days smiling sweetly when Meagan mentioned her upcoming weekend with Bethany and kept my mouth shut. Bethany was due to be picked up by us at about 4.00 PM on Friday after detention for being a smartass, and I was to drop her back home on Sunday afternoon. My evil twin grinned to myself as I reasoned that I could pick her up after dropping Meagan at the bus to her mom's; and then drop the then to be 'walking like a cowboy' Bethany back home when I went to pick up Meagan from the Bus station on Sunday. What a joy; this plan just fell into place. I would spend the weekend training this usurious little thief - who just happened to be maybe the sexiest just turned13 yr old within 50 miles.

Friday couldn't come soon enough for me and it was a torture of frustration. But I had plenty of time to plan my weekends activities. Finally Friday arrived. After breakfast I dropped Meagan to school, giving Bethany a wave as she preened for the boys outside the school gate, her calf high white socks getting unnecessarily straightened to the benefit of the watching boys and horny dads, as she bent to her superfluous task.

The day passed excruciatingly slowly until it was 2.45 and suddenly it all coalesced as I went to pick up Meagan, with my lines ready, "Honey, change of plans; Your mother needs you, so I'm dropping you at the bus station. I'll still be picking Bethany up, but I'll have to drop her home."

She actually pouted, "Aww dad... That sucks!"

"Sorry, honey, that's the way of it, I'm afraid. I've packed your backpack behind you." I indicated by nodding over my right shoulder, "I'm sure you'll have a great time. You love your little step sisters, anyway." She nodded resignedly and a smile arrived via her eyes as she thought about the two little ones. She makes my heart burst seeing her instant adaption to changing circumstances is such a positive way. But, to be honest, it wasn't paternal love filling my head, though I couldn't ever hide my love and appreciation for my little trooper.

We hugged and kissed and I watched the bus leave. I returned to the car briskly; a man with a purpose. I headed for the school with thoughts only of what I was going to do to that little bitch Bethany - & make her do to me. I had even thought to wear sweat pants for ease of access. It sure was difficult concentrating on the driving.

Bethany was waiting at the gate for me, flouncing like the princess she feels she is, waiting impatiently for her carriage. "Where's Meg," she demanded with barely restrained petulance. she clicked her tongue when I briefly explained that she was forced to go to her mom's and I had to drop by my place before I dropped her home.

We got back home and I drove into the garage, hoping that any watchful eyes would just assume that it was Meagan with me and we went through the door into the kitchen. I said to the still disgruntled precocious vixen that I had something that i wanted her to see on my computer and she followed me into my bedroom to stand restlessly in front of my desk,

"Now Bethany, I have to have a conversation with you about something that we need to resolve." She looked somewhat askance at me, with questions forming behind her so pretty face. I pressed enter on my PC on the file that I had waiting.

She watched in growing horror as the vision of her sneaking into my room and stealing my money played before her increasingly uncomfortable eyes. "Um, I can explain, Mr. Darque," she said in a voice devoid of her normal self possession.

"Right, Bethany," I said in my sharpest tone. "I have no option but to tell your parents about this and report it to your school and the police. I would be remiss as a father to not be seen by Meagan to be doing the right thing, as I always tell her to do."

The emotions playing out on her pretty little face were a movie in themselves as the reality of the depth of her in-the-shitted-ness became clear to her. I could see the play of thoughts, from 'how to negotiate her way out of this, whether she should show some leg, what would her father do to her - he hadn't smacked her in years, her school - she was on thin ice there anyway... the police - OMFG the police.' Finally her face fell as the enormity of the evidence and her vulnerability finally hit home.

"Oh please, Mr. Darque, Please, don't tell on me... Please, please, please... I'll do whatever you say... I'll give you the money back!"

"Yes you will young lady. But I can never trust you again, and I don't think that I can let Meagan have anything to do with you now... Now that I know what sort of person you are..." I gave her a look of steel, "And your parents will know all about it, and the school, and I have to report the theft to the police."

"Please, please... Don't tell my parents, the school, OMG... the pollce, please, Mr. Darque. I'll do anything you say, Mr. Darque." Genuine tears fled her eyes and she crumbled in front of me, becoming, not an overprivileged princess with airs, but a waif-like miscreant in total abject supplication. She was broken, literally dribbling in her devastation. She wailed, "please, Mr. Darque. Oh please..."

"well, I suppose I could punish you myself... And we could maybe just keep it between us... But, no, that wouldn't be right."

"Oh, Mr Darque, we could, please, please... I'll take any punishment you give me, if we can just keep this a secret between us, please?"

"I don't know, Bethany... This is very serious..." I ticked them off on my fingers, "There's felony theft of $300. Abusing the trust and good nature of Meagan. Sneaking into my bedroom and invading my most private areas."

She looked at me with total wretchedness, "Oh please, Mr. Darque, any punishment you say... And I still have the money at home... Please, please." She reached for my hands blindly, the thumbs of which were hooked into my sweats as I stood there with an unforgiving pose. She grasped my hands, seemingly unaware of the proximity to my now raging hard on.

"If I do this, young lady, you are going to do exactly as I say, do it happily, and without one word of dissent. Are we clear?"

"Oh yes, Mr. Darque. A thousand times yes... I'll do exactly what you tell me... please," she sniffed.

"OK missy... we better start, right now. Are you sure about this?" She nodded with a pathetically grateful expression. "It won't be easy, Bethany, but it beats the police and school and your parents having to know anything about it, doesn't it?" Bethany nodded in total acceptance that she would happily do anything that I asked her. "There will be some serious spanking going on... It's about time somebody spanked you!" She looked as though she wasn't altogether sure about that little gem.

"Alright, young lady. I want to to go to that wall." She hesitantly obeyed. "Now turn around and face the wall and move your feet apart two feet, and lean on the wall with your arms outstretched, hands at shoulder height, palms on the wall... NOW!" I barked.

She jumped and then rushed to comply, giving me the picture I know my security camera was recording of a beautiful, slim blonde girl in her school blazer, just above knee length skirt, white blouse & long socks, with her legs akimbo, ass sticking out, leaning on the wall like a criminal about to be frisked... And she was that exactly.

"This will be thorough, Bethany." I saw her nod meekly. "You will not speak unless to answer my question. Understood?" She nodded again a bit apprehensively this time.

I moved to her, stood close behind her and put my hands on her head, running my fingers through her silky tresses. I was so close that there was barely 1/2 an inch between my hard dick and her little bum as I ran my hands through her hair and down to her shoulders. I ran my hands up her left arm to her wrist, making a show of feeling the cloth of her blazer. Keeping my hands in constant touch with her, I slid down her arm, across her shoulders, checking her collar, and up her right arm, giving a thorough feel that any customs officer would have been proud of.

I ran my hands down and over her back, stopping short of her beautiful bum sticking out invitationally. I felt her sides and then around her front to feel the jacket pockets and up to her neck, sliding and squeezing up the lapels, carefully avoiding her breasts encased in their little bra. "Right. Stand up and take your jacket off, and throw it on the bed. Then put your hands back where they were on the wall " I was standing so close she touched me on the chest as she complied. It was like electricity. She looked at me like a lamb, blinked, then placed her hands back where they were, pushing her bum out again, so close to my now totally rigid cock.

I leaned over her, careful not to touch her little ass with my rampant cock and felt her sleeves from the cuff buttons up to her shoulders, reveling in the closeness of her ass, as I savored the feel of her forearms and then her upper arms until I was gently massaging her shoulders. I slid my hands around to her throat and smoothly slid them down to her collarbones and back up to rub them up her neck, encircling it with hands that spanned the entirety of it. Her breathing had become slightly ragged as she assimilated the touch of a man over her in so gentle a manner. I slid them down her back to her waist and then back up to her bra-strap, following it around to feel the cups in an asexual manner around the edges.

I dropped down to squat behind her, my nose inches from her glorious little ass, I circled her left ankle and felt her shoe and ankle thoroughly, sliding up her socks over her beautifully sculpted calves until my hands were just below her knee, then I repeated the exercise on her right leg. I went back to her left leg and wrapped my hands around her knee, slowly sliding it up to about mid thigh when she spoke.

"Mr. Darque?" she said querulously.

"You do not speak, Bethany." I rose, swung back and slapped her bottom harder than I think I have ever smacked anyone in my life. It hurt my hand. She screamed in shock. "Be quiet," I said in a dangerous low voice. Through the pain, exacerbated by not being able to rub it, her self-preservation code clicked in and her mouth snapped shut. I crouched again and put my hands back where they were on her lower thigh. One inside, the other on the outside. Inexorably they began to feel her and slide up her thigh, up under her skirt. I almost came in my shorts; the smoothness of the skin on her inner thigh and the feel of her muscles reacting to the feel of my hand.

I felt her tense as my hands slid further up her little thigh, watching as her skirt rose on my forearms in front of my eyes and showed me increasing amounts of her spread legs, and heard the sharp intake of her breath as the thumb of my right hand touched the material of her panties between her legs, then pushed it in firmly as it slid around to the front, feeling finally that glorious curve I had wacked to so many times before. I made a meal of it, rubbing her mons, feeling the little slit in the centre of her lovely mound clearly as her panties were pushed into it.

I stood again now, cupping her little cunt with my right hand with the heel of it massaging her perineum and where I knew her asshole was protected between her cheeks, whilst running my other hand up over her mons, over her belly, her abs and as her skirt fell back in front, up over her left breast, squeezing it before sliding it right and into her right breast cup to cradle her beautiful little breast, slipping her hardening nipple between my fingers. I slid it back out and up her chest, gently gripping her throat and her chin, then playing with her lips with my fingers. I slipped my thumb into her mouth, pushing against her teeth which were clenched. I levered them apart and slid it in over her little tongue that deserved thrashing because of the way she spoke to and treated my little baby girl.

"Suck it, little Bethany," I whispered hotly into her ear. She started breathing hard through her nose, finally realizing what she was in for as my thumb rubbed on her tongue and my other hand snaked in and out, over her mons from behind, wedged between her outstretched legs. I slipped my right hand up to her perfect ass, then sideways and then back over her cheek and under her little undies and into the crack of her ass. I slid my forefinger down and it touched her anus making her jump, starting to rub little circles on and around it as her butt cheeks flexed in reaction. I started to apply a little pressure, feeling her sphincter tightening as I rubbed it. "Bethany," I crooned warningly into her ear. Eyes wide, she started sucking my thumb. God it felt good. Both hands.

"While we are doing this, Bethany, I want you to stand upright and undo your blouse, OK?" Like a synchronized swimming team, we stood and she undid all the buttons whilst she continued sucking my thumb, which was sliding in and out rhythmically, and I continued to gently massage her little asshole. I found this so special. The realization of months and months of fantasy for me. My dick was about to explode so I pulled my thumb out of her mouth causing a pop from the diligently applied mouth, took my other hand from its pleasurable task of exploring her anus, then went to sit down in the easy chair and, recalling the girls dancing to it, I turned on a little Taylor Swift on the PC on the way. Bethany was again leaning against the wall not wishing to incur another slap.

"Ok Bethany, " I said from the chair, "I want you to take off your blouse and your skirt, but leave your socks, shoes, bra and panties on. Dance to the music while you do it, please." She straightened herself up and looked over her shoulder at me. She still had that deer in headlights look about her, but you could see that she was quite agitated. I know my hand was a little damp from her panties and I absently lifted it to my nose to catch her aroma.

Bethany swayed self consciously from side to side to Taylor's track, 'Lover' and took a deep breath. Her hands went to her hip and she slowly unzipped the skirt and then undid the button, letting it fall to her feet leaving her standing self consciously looking a million dollars, revealing her beautiful legs and her little panties that were outlining her sex superbly. She looked like a dream come true standing there in her black school shoes, white socks almost to her knees, little white undies with matching bra, hair a little mussed. She closed her eyes and disappeared into a dancing world, giving me a most beautiful floorshow.

I watched avidly for some minutes and made a point of not rubbing myself as I wanted total quality and vowed to myself that the only thing to touch my dick would be her. She sinuously writhed in a youthful yet totally womanly way and brought me up to near boiling point. I said, "Bethany," and she opened her eyes with a bit of a start. "Come here and sit between my legs." She looked at me with a look that acknowledged that the time had come for her to pay her dues. Her reluctant acquiescence was a joy for me to watch as she sighed and approached me as I sat with my knees apart. She put her hands on my knees and sank to sit cross legged between my thighs, looking up at me with a silent plea.

"Have you done this before, Bethany," I asked in the gentle voice that she was used to. She shook her head, a tear rolling slowly from one eye.

"you are going to become a woman this weekend, sweetheart and maybe... maybe, you'll be a far better person for it," I smiled benignly. She gripped her lower lip between her teeth, settled comfortably and looked up at me with an expression devoid of her normal 'smartass' haughtiness, more with a curious resigned fatalism.

"Now you have to wrap your hand around this, honey," I said as I slipped my sweats down revealing my hard, upright cock not a foot from her face. she stared at it as a mouse stares at a snake and licked her lips, swallowing. She was totally entranced with it as it bobbed in time to my pulse before her eyes. She reached out with her hand tentatively and touched it gently, running her fingertips up it's length, totally mesmerized by the first dick she'd ever seen angry. Now I'm not big, just a normal but well shaped cylinder of lurve, around six and a half to seven inches in length, of proportional circumference, with it's circumcised head looking at her with his most handsome look. I've never had complaints about look or girth and was kinda glad that it wasn't huge as I had some serious plans for him visiting some very tight places this weekend.

She wrapped her hand around it, almost making me blow right then. I told her to rub her hand up and down from top to bottom and to gently massage my balls with her other hand. She was still entranced by the look of a rampant adult dick right in front of her eyes and I could see her interest at the feel of the skin moving with her hand over the steel of the shaft.

"Now I want you to kiss the head, Bethany." She looked at me in consternation but bent her head down and gave me a gentle, almost fairy kiss on the head. As she lifted off, she noticed that some viscous liquid had transferred itself to her bow shaped lips and she tentatively darted her tongue out to check it. Her eyes and her expression said it all and she almost shrugged as she found nothing gross or distasteful in the flavor. All the while she had dutifully kept up her smooth jacking motion and gentle rolling and squeezing of my balls.

"Now I want you to open your mouth with your tongue on your bottom lip like those photos girls like to take of themselves, put it in your mouth as far as you are comfortable and suck it like you were sucking my thumb. No teeth."

She bent down again, looking up at me, giving me maybe the best picture I have ever seen, She really is so very beautiful and she has her wet little just-turned-13 mouth wide open with her tongue pushed out a bit, my dick in her hand and is about to plunge me into her hot mouth. I came as soon as she put her tongue on the bottom and her lips wrapped around my head. She got a stream into her mouth and pulled back a bit in surprise, still jacking me without realizing as I came again coating her lips and cheek.

"Swallow it, Bethany." She swallowed with no apparent distaste, looking into my eyes in confusion, but trying to please. I put my hand around hers on my dick and put my other in her hair at the back of her head and pulled her back to my dick, wiping the semen on her cheek onto it and pushing it into her lips. She opened her mouth to the pressure without thinking and licked the cum, then I went back to her other cheek and collected the rest before pushing that into her mouth too. She swallowed. I was well pleased with her compliance.

I pulled her up into my lap, cuddled her, which she momentarily resisted and then settled into my arms. I nuzzled her and reached around to undo her bra, which I slipped off, revealing her magnificent miniature breasts. I bent to her and kissed my way around them in ever decreasing circles ending on her little peanut nipple, which I sucked into my mouth and softly worried with my teeth. Bethany gave a quiet moan as she experienced for the first time, a man doing pleasurable things to her in a place she had never been touched. I slid me hand down over her little ripple of abs to her pantie covered mound, feeling her like she was mine. Which she effectively was.

Knowing I had the whole weekend made a difference to me, in that I was in no hurry. She was mine to do with as I will and could refuse me nothing. I intended to fuck her all ways known to man and fill her every orifice with my seed - many times. However, it was important to me that she was not just to give me the pleasure of taking her, but that she also experienced an awakening that would take her to a place of utter enjoyment; the kind of fulfillment that one only gets from pleasuring and being pleasured in equal amounts by a caring human. And also to learn that there was an alternate approach to life than just being a little bitch to people. One that would make her a more reasonable person who cared as much for other people as for what they could give her. And it starts with giving her her first orgasm she didn't get from herself, if she ever had.

I slipped my hand into her panties and slid over her mons towards her slit, blissing out on her virtually total lack of hair which reminded me - if I needed it - that she was still a child. A very intoxicating and totally fuckable one. My finger slid naturally down her little slit to her perineum and back up; she was surprisingly wet. I began circling at the top of her slit, applying some pressure. She moaned again and her knees parted involuntarily. Her breathing became ragged again and she started a slight movement with her hips in concert. Her mouth opened in a silent 'Ohh' and she nuzzled my neck. Her clitoris became a solid little pea, mimicking her nipples and suddenly she became rigid and her hand flew down to press against mine as she began to oscillate, holding her breath, with a guttural dog-like noise coming from deep in her throat. After a few moments she breathed again and said softly, "Oh... Mr. Darque." Then, with her eyes softly closed, I heard her quietly snoring.

I stood with her in my arms; it wasn't difficult, she was quite slight, and took her to Meagan's room and put her to bed to sleep it off. I wanted her to recharge so that I could apply my already hard again dick to exploring her further. I'm so glad she came, but I really wanted to seriously fuck her, quite hard and wanted her reaction to be totally aware when I did. I wanted to look into her eyes as I, her first ever cock, entered her for the first time.

And it still was only 6.00 PM! On Friday! I actually rubbed my hands together in childish glee, the evil thought of the selfish little smartass crying as I pushed my turgid cock into her ass had my dick rising to point to the ceiling. But first... I started to make us some dinner. I wanted her fit and strong.

This is the end of part one... Part two... soon.