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Soundproof
by asslover (torontoman3@lycos.com)

***

A father turns the tables on his daughter's seductive 
friend, and dominates her sexually. (MF, reluc, spank)

***

"Kathy’s not at home," Mr. Kent said quietly, his eyes 
roving over the slim body of his daughter’s friend. 17 
year old Marie had always tempted him sorely, with her 
long slim legs, short skirts and penchant for wearing 
tight clothing. 

"Thanks Mr. Kent," Marie said softly, her green eyes 
boring into his as if she could read his mind. "Would 
you mind if I waited for her? We really need to talk." 

Without waiting for his reply, she sauntered past him, 
her Obsession perfume filling his nostrils, her black 
skirt riding over her hips as she planted herself 
firmly into his armchair in the corner. She wore a blue 
tank top that exposed most of her upper body, including 
the gold ring on her belly button. Her long red hair 
made a charming contrast to her pale skin and black 
skirt.

Mr. Kent shrugged and walked into the kitchen, trying 
to hide the bulge that was beginning to grow beneath 
his pants. Her mixture of insolence and arrogance had 
always been maddening, and yet arousing to him. 

He had always feared that she was a bad influence on 
his somewhat straight-laced daughter Kathy, who seemed 
to hang onto her every word. He had never quite 
understood what kept them together, but he had 
certainly enjoyed having Marie around. The reaction she 
provoked within him was proof that his wife’s death a 
year ago, and his isolation, hadn’t deprived him of his 
manhood. 

For the past year, his entire life had been caring for 
his patients at the prestigious hospital where he 
worked. He had hardly looked at any girl…. well, except 
for Marie. He thought, his face going red, as he 
struggled to adjust his still expanding penis beneath 
his trousers…He could suddenly feel rising panic, as he 
heard Marie’s footsteps coming towards the kitchen. She 
couldn’t see his excitement! 

"Mr. Kent," Marie said, now coming into the kitchen 
behind him. "Can I help you with something here?" He 
was about to answer when he noticed that she was 
leering straight into his eyes, a knowing look in her 
eyes. "Mr. Kent," she continued. "Did Kathy tell you 
that I got a new tattoo last week?"

"No, I guess not," Mr. Kent mumbled, wondering where 
this was heading. 

"Would you like to see it?"

"I guess so... why not?" he said slowly, a sudden 
thought coming into his mind, then his eyes bulged, as 
Marie raised her short black skirt, halfway up her 
thighs, her white skin suddenly bared to his hungry 
eyes. Her thighs were angular and slightly fleshy, and 
Mr. Kent suddenly noticed that in addition to her 
bellybutton ring, there was a small tattoo of a bird 
there. "You mean this?" he asked, a sudden bravado 
coming over him, as he ran his fingertips over the 
tattoo on her belly. 

"No silly," Kathy giggled, raising her skirt still 
higher until Mr. Kent could see another tattoo at the 
corner of her left thigh, tantalizingly close to the 
pink silk panties that he could suddenly see clearly. 

"Wow," Mr. Kent ran his fingers over the tattoo of a 
small penis. "This is kind of naughty, isn’t it, 
Marie?" he asked, slowly going completely to his knees, 
as Marie raised her skirt still higher. 

"What’s naughty?" Marie asked, her voice suddenly 
husky. "the tattoo or what you’re doing?" she sat down 
on the wooden chair in the kitchen, her skirt now 
raised completely to her waist, her panties totally 
exposed, as Mr. Kent, his breathing now heavier began 
to caress both her thighs and her belly button. 

"Don’t you think it was naughty to show me a tattoo 
that was so close to your panties?" Mr. Kent asked, now 
nuzzling his nose against the black panties that barely 
covered the juicy flesh beneath. He could see that the 
panties were wet, stuck to the white skin, evidence 
that Marie had been playing a game right from the 
start. He slight musky odor from beneath the panties 
inflamed him, and he rubbed his nose even harder 
against the panties.

"Ummm Mr. Kent, but you don’t seem to be interested in 
the tattoo at all," Marie gasped, as she felt Mr. 
Kent’s fingers run lightly, and then more forcefully 
over her private parts, through her panties. 

"Like you didn’t know what I would be interested in, 
when you started this whole game." Mr. Kent said, a 
sudden measure of confidence in his voice, as he began 
to massage and maul Marie’s wet cunt beneath the 
panties.

Marie said nothing, even when Mr. Kent slipped her 
panties entirely off her and stuck his tongue deep into 
her. He ran his fingertips against her vaginal lips, 
teasing them, opening them, biting them and licking 
them until Marie’s sighs and gasps filled the room. Mr. 
Kent knew had been nervous initially, but he was now in 
complete control. 

If there was one thing he knew how to do, it was to eat 
pussy. Soon Marie began to hold his head, her ragged 
gasps the room as he found her clit and sucked on it, 
his fingers at the same time sinking deep into her 
essence, thrusting inside and outward until he located 
her G-spot. Marie screamed loudly, bucking against him 
and shuddering, covering his face with her pussy 
juices, as a huge orgasm wracked her body. 

Mr. Kent held her until the orgasm subsided, then stood 
up, his penis rock hard, now level with Marie’s face. 
She immediately got out of the chair and fell to her 
knees, licking, nibbling and swallowing, until Mr. Kent 
pushed her away from him suddenly. 

"What?" she stared at him in surprise, her eyes 
questioning.

"You didn’t think you’d get away with just a blow job, 
did you?" he asked sticking his still erect penis back 
into his briefs, going to the wooden cupboard in the 
corner, his eyes still on Marie, while his hands 
searched within.

"What do you mean?" Marie asked, then her eyes bulged 
as she saw the long leather belt he was holding. 

"You’ve been teasing me for months, showing me your 
legs, your panties, and finally making me eat your 
pussy…and you think the only thing you’ll only have to 
do is give me a blow job?" There was a stern look in 
Mr. Kent’s eyes he folded the belt and lashed it 
together, against his palm. 

"Mr. Kent, I don’t..." Marie began, backing away, a 
look of fear in her eyes.

"I know you don’t usually get spanked," Mr. Kent said. 
"And that’s why you behave the way you do, dressing 
like a slut, corrupting my daughter, and now daring to 
corrupt even me. But you’ll get your comeuppance now. I 
hope the orgasm was worth what you’re about to get. 
Strip everything, remove ALL your clothes."

"Mr. Kent, you can’t do this to me," Marie’s eyes 
darted around the room like a frightened rat. "K-Kathy 
could be back any minute, " she stammered. "I’ll tell 
Kathy, I’ll tell my dad."

"Kathy is away for the day, and won’t be back till 
night, and you won’t tell her anything, because you 
know she looks up to you, and she would STOP looking up 
to you if she knew what happened today. As for your 
dad, from what I know about him, it’s my bet that he 
would probably be too embarrassed to hear something 
like this from you, and he would never believe anything 
like that. Besides we both know you won’t do anything 
like that, because you thrive on your tough girl 
reputation." He paused, his face suddenly hardening. 
"I’ve had enough talk, Marie, Now STRIP!!"

A resigned look on her face, Marie slowly removed her 
skirt. "Can’t I keep my top on?"

"No. Almost everything is already exposed in that tank 
top, anyway. You’re not showing much more."

"But I’m not wearing a bra underneath," she whined. 

"That’s your problem not mine," Mr. Kent said 
impassively. "You should have thought of that before 
coming here to seduce me. Come to think of it, not 
wearing a bra was probably part of your plan, anyway, 
so you gotta live with it. EVERYTHING OFF!!" He slapped 
the belt against his palm, and Marie hurriedly removed 
her tank top, exposing her round breasts with their 
rather large pink nipples, which she tried to cover.

"HANDS OFF!" Mr. Kent shouted, and Marie’s hands 
dropped to her sides, a crimson blush beginning to 
spread over her face and chest.

"Feeling embarrassed are you?" Mr. Kent said, a 
satisfied look coming to his face. "That’s what happens 
when you behave like a slut…though you probably can’t 
help it... just like I can’t help what I’m about to do 
to you." 

"W-what are you gonna do to me?" Kathy moaned, 
unconsciously wringing her hands, then trying to use 
them to cover her private parts. 

Mr. Kent ignored the motion. He knew that by the time 
he finished with her, modesty would be her least 
concern. "Go into the guest room, climb onto the bed on 
your hands and knees and stick up your ass for me, 
NOW!"

With a pleading look in her eyes, Marie slowly obeyed, 
and seconds later, she screamed loudly as the first 
lash struck her exposed behind. "SHIT!You bastard, do 
you wanna kill me?"

"One extra stroke for insolence," Mr. Kent said 
quietly, pushing down her back, forcing her dancing 
buttocks to stay in place. "the more attitude you give, 
the more strokes you’ll get," A loud scream filled the 
room, as he struck Marie again on her buttocks, noting 
with interest, that a red welt had appeared where he 
had previously struck. 

Marie’s ass danced around in pain, but obediently stood 
up again, after he warned her. Again and again, he 
struck her buttocks and her thighs, ignoring her loud 
screams and pleas, relishing the power he felt, in 
making her accept what he was doing to her. When the 
ass was a mass of cross-crossed red welts, he stopped. 

By now, Marie was sobbing quietly, her voice hoarse 
from the screaming she had done. Mr. Kent slowly ran 
his hands through her hair, his face softening. "Didn’t 
quite go as planned, did it?" he said quietly. 

"No," she mumbled. "I didn’t know you would be such a 
beast."

"Neither did I," he replied apologetically. "But you 
said it. You awakened a beast within me. And though 
you’re weeping, your body doesn’t exactly seem to have 
hated what I did.

"What do you mean?" she began, then gasped, as he stuck 
two fingers around her vaginal lips and brought them 
back soaked in her juices. 

"You’re soaking," he said triumphantly. "What do you 
have to say for yourself?"

She mumbled something, and he laughed. Well, now that 
we seem to have discovered a number of common points, I 
think I can pamper myself a bit." Removing his swollen 
penis from its confinement in his briefs, he climbed 
onto the bed directly behind her and thrust deep into 
her essence. 

For the next few minutes, the bed took a pounding it 
never had, and the entire house was filled with loud 
moans and groans of pleasure. It was a good thing that 
Mr. Kent’s house was soundproofed.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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