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After School Spanking
by Amour (no address provided)

***

Angie broke a promise to her parents and came home late 
after school. She expected to be punished for her poor 
judgment, but she got a big surprise instead. (M/f-teen, 
ped, reluc, asian, inc, spank, 1st)

***

Part 1

The thirteen-year-old Asian girl rode down the street on 
a bicycle, her long black hair flying in the wind behind 
her. Jodie Tanaka loved riding her bike because it gave 
her a sense of being wild and free and it was a thrill 
the way men stared at her as she peddled by. Today she 
was going to visit her best friend, Angie Anderson, and 
her nipples tightened with the thought of Angie's father 
and the way he seemed to notice everything about her.

Byron Anderson peeked out from behind the bedroom 
curtain and watched Jodie lift her leg over the bicycle 
seat as she dismounted on the driveway. His daughter 
hopped down the front steps to greet her and the two 
girls briefly hugged before running back inside. The 
house immediately became filled with their excited words 
and laughter, which was fine; he found the sound of 
their voices to be pleasing.

It had been junior high girls like Jodie and Angie who 
had caused him so much anguish when he was that age. 
Back then nature seemed to have perpetrated a cruel 
hoax; the very girls he longed to embrace had turned 
into feral creatures who found him to be bookish and 
boring and not even worthy of a "hello" in the hallway 
at school. 

Things changed when he got older. Women began to see the 
value in a guy like him after he graduated from college 
and pulled in a salary several times that of the bad-
boys who had infatuated them as teenagers. The marriage 
to Mary had been good and he also had a wonderful 
daughter, he had a full life and he should feel 
satisfied, but he still secretly ached for the kinds of 
young girls who had originally awakened his lust, girls 
like Jodie Tanaka, who was now roughhousing with his 
daughter on the living room floor.

A friendly verbal disagreement between the girls had led 
to a tossing of pillows, followed by a short chase 
around the coffee table and finally a wrestling match on 
the living room carpet. They were both fit little 
athletes, school sports involvement had sculpted their 
thighs and waistlines to feminine perfection and he 
found it enjoyable to watch their playful sparring. His 
daughter held Jodie down on the floor and tickled her, 
the pretty Japanese girl's hair spread over the carpet 
as she tried to wiggle away.

"Angie, stop it, you know I'm very ticklish." 

"Maybe you should have thought of that when you tickled 
me at school in front of everybody," Angie said. His 
daughter's skirt pulled up far enough to expose the back 
of her panties.

"It was a joke, I'm sorry, now stop it!"

Jodie writhed on the carpet as his daughter dug her 
fingertips into her ribs. He thought the Japanese girl 
was extremely intelligent in addition to being a 
naturally sexy young lady.

"Make her stop Mr. Anderson," Jodie said with a 
hysterical giggle. His daughter was sitting on top of 
Jodie with her legs straddled on each side of her hips.

"I think you girls can settle this without my help," 
Byron said from his position on the sofa.

"Please Mr. Anderson; I'm going crazy, you've got to 
save me!"

"Don't help her Dad, Jodie tickled me in school today, 
in front of a guy that I like, this is payback."

Byron sat down on the carpet next to the tussling teens. 
Jodie looked wild with her hips bucking beneath his 
daughter; her fiery eyes broadcast an emotional 
complexity that aroused him today, just as it had when 
he was that age, back when girls like her wouldn't have 
anything to do with him.

"Hold her down Dad, I've got to tickle her some more."

What fun it was to see Jodie subdued on the floor with 
her legs flailing over the carpet, there wouldn't be any 
harm in playing around with her for a while.

"Okay Angie, I'll help, but just a little."

"No, Mr. Anderson," Jodie said, "I want you to be on my 
side."

Byron put his hand on Jodie's thigh. His daughter 
couldn't see what he was doing behind her back, but 
Jodie was able to gaze up at him with a naïve curiosity 
as he slowly slid his hand up her thigh, and then he 
moved his fingers over her zipper and her eyes widened 
in disbelief and she clamped her legs together.

"Oh nooooo," Jodie complained.

Angie turned her head enough to see her father's crimson 
face. "Let me get her some more Dad, she deserves it."

"Okay Angie, just a little more."

"Pleeeease Mr. Anderson, help me!"

Jodie mouth dropped open when he slid a single finger 
down below her zipper and rubbed the seam between her 
tightly closed thighs, and he looked into her beautiful 
and confused eyes while his daughter continued to tickle 
her, and he could see the resolve to resist fading from 
Jodie's face as her legs gradually parted.

The pretty Japanese girl twisted her body in mock 
resistance while he pulled her leg to the side; her eyes 
glowed when he massaged below her zipper and she pushed 
her crotch upward as his thumb skillfully massaged where 
her clitoris poked into the wet panties.

"Aaahhh, you guys, ooohhh!" Jodie whimpered.

Jodie rocked her pelvis in a motion that was 
uncharacteristically lewd for a thirteen-year-old girl; 
her pants felt damp beneath between her legs and the 
harder he rubbed and squeezed, the more she shoved her 
pussy toward his molesting fingers. He had fantasized 
about a moment like this since he'd been in junior high; 
it was like he had been transported back to the eighth 
grade, he was a horny schoolboy once again, and he was 
having his turn with the sexiest little girl in school.

"OOOOHHHH! AAAAHHHH!" Jodie wailed.

Jodie shuddered and rolled her head back and forth on 
the carpet; beads of perspiration formed on her forehead 
and she thrust her hips upward; he could feel her pussy 
twitching inside her pants.

Angie leaned forward and held both of Jodie's hands on 
the floor; it was oddly pleasing to see the back of his 
daughter's skirt pulled up, and it was interesting to 
watch the subtle way that Angie slid her crotch over 
Jodie's stomach.

"What's gotten into you Jodie? I'm not even tickling you 
anymore," Angie said.

Jodie's heavy breathing began to recede and she looked 
up at them from the floor with dazed eyes. "That was an 
amazing tickle session; I guess I kind of went crazy."

The girls got up off the floor and moved to the sofa and 
Byron sat down beside them. His arousal over Jodie 
persisted, he hadn't reached the moment of satisfaction 
like she had, and now the two girls looked so sweet and 
pretty; he wanted to take both of them, but he couldn't, 
his wife would be home soon.

"I didn't know you had a boyfriend," Bryon said to his 
daughter.

"He's sort of a boyfriend. I've been working on him for 
a while, he's just starting to warm up to me."

"He's cute, but kind of shy," Jodie said.

Byron smiled, "There's nothing wrong with being shy."

"Angie wants him to hurry up and kiss her." Jodie's eyes 
mischievously twinkled as she twisted her long black 
hair in her fingers.

"Shut up Jodie!" Angie yelled.

"There's nothing wrong with wanting to kiss your 
boyfriend Angie, just don't get carried away."

"I won't Dad. Now let's change the subject."

The girls had known each other for a long time and Byron 
understood how they interacted and he knew that his 
daughter wasn't really mad; she was simply insecure in 
her relationship with the boy. The pathways of the heart 
can be torturous territory for a young girl to navigate, 
and Byron secretly wished his daughter well with her 
love interest.

 * * *

Mary came home from work and started dinner, and Byron 
dutifully went to the kitchen and gave her a hug; he 
still loved his wife with all his heart, but the thrill 
had left the marriage a long time ago. Angie and Jodie 
watched the adults embrace and smiled at each other, and 
then they excused themselves and went back to Angie's 
bedroom where they both sat on the bed.

"So has your boyfriend tried anything with you yet?" 
Jodie said while tossing long black hair over her 
shoulders.

"Not really, he only hugs me, kind of like my mom and 
dad just did."

"Maybe you need to give him a little nudge in the right 
direction."

"I'm the kind of girl who likes the guy to make the 
first move." Angie scraped a flake of nail polish off 
her thumb.

"Maybe he only wants to be friends," Jodie said.

"I think he just needs some time."

"How long are you willing to wait? Look Angie, lots of 
guys would like to be with you. Why waste your time with 
a guy who doesn't?"

"Maybe you're right, I do like him as a friend, but I 
want something more."

"You deserve a guy who can appreciate how attractive you 
are."

"Thank you Jodie, you're so nice, I know you're right, I 
just didn't want to face up to it. I think I'll put him 
to the test tomorrow. I'll get him to invite me over to 
his place after school, both his parents work and we'll 
have the house all to ourselves."

"This has to be a pass or fail test. If he flunks then 
you're free to move on to a guy who knows how to treat a 
girl."

"I have no idea who I'll move on to."

 * * *

The girls came out to the kitchen when it was time for 
Jodie to go back home. Angie's mom was stirring a 
steaming kettle on the stove, her dad was chopping 
lettuce and nibbling on a cracker, the sound or rain 
could be heard thumping on the roof.

"Jodie, you're going to get soaked riding your bike back 
home," Mary said.

"I can call my dad to come and get me."

"I wouldn't think of it, you're our guest today. Now, my 
husband will take you home, but Angie, I need you to 
stay here and help me with dinner."

"Okay Mom."

"I don't want to impose on you Mr. Anderson," Jodie 
said.

"It's no trouble Jodie, there's room for your bike in 
the back of my car."

Jodie followed Byron out to the garage and watched as he 
opened the car's rear hatch and put down the back seat 
to make room for her bike, it was dark outside and the 
rain storm created a stream of water that ran down the 
driveway to the street. It was kind of unnerving to be 
alone with him after what had taken place on the carpet.

She started to wonder if it had really happened, with 
his hand down there, behind his daughter's back, rubbing 
and making her excited; it must have been her 
imagination, surely Angie's father wouldn't have done 
something like that.

They got into the car and Jodie fastened her seat belt 
as he backed the car out of the garage. He drove rather 
slowly, probably due to the pounding rain and poor 
visibility, but then he pulled the car over to the side 
of the road and parked in a place where it was totally 
dark.

"Why are we stopping Mr. Anderson?"

"I want to talk to you."

Jodie's heart thumped when he turned off the car lights. 
She had always liked Angie's dad because unlike many 
adults, he actually listened to what she had to say and 
then responded in a way that showed he respected her 
opinion. But now she heard the click of his seat-belt 
being released, then he slid across the seat next to her 
and unfastened her seat-belt too.

"We've know each other for a long time Jodie, I think 
it's time that I show you how much I like you."

"Mr. Anderson, I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything; the way you behaved 
when Angie was tickling you said it all."

"You mean you were doing that on purpose?"

"Yes Jodie, and so were you."

"I so embarrassed. It just kind of happened."

"This is just going to happen too."

Jodie let him take her hand and place it on his slacks, 
right on top of the zipper, and she became alarmed and 
reflexively pulled her hand away, but a few seconds 
later he took her hand a second time and placed it back 
on his crotch, and this time he held her hand there and 
slowly moved it all over the growing mound.

"Mr. Anderson, what are you doing? You're my best 
friend's dad!"

"You're a beautiful girl Jodie. You must understand that 
it's only natural for a man to want you."

"But Mr. Anderson, I'm only thirteen!"

"Lots of girls your age have grownup boyfriends; they 
just keep it a secret so it won't cause a scandal.

"I didn't know that," Jodie said as her little fingers 
stretched over his zipper. "Oh, Mr. Anderson, what 
happened?"

The bulge sprang loose from its coiled position and 
became long and hard inside his pant-leg. She had never 
been in a position like this, and maybe she should have 
pulled her hand away, but holding him seemed harmless 
enough, and anyway, it was fun to play with it and make 
it get bigger.

"Was that the truth when you said lots of girls my age 
have grownup guys for boyfriends?"

"Yes it is. Why do you ask?"

"Oh, I don't know. I just wondered."

Jodie was surprised when their lips came together; she 
hadn't expected to be kissed. His tongue went inside her 
mouth as soon as she parted her lips and he squeezed her 
breast and softly pinched her nipple through the shirt. 
She didn't know what to do so she continued to 
mindlessly stroke the shaft that hoisted up his pant-
leg.

"I'm embarrassed Mr. Anderson, I never felt a man 
before, am I hurting you?"

"It feels wonderful Jodie, now it's your turn."

"What do you mean... oh, Mr. Anderson, what are you 
doing?"

Jodie felt his hand move down between her legs, all the 
hot sensations began to simmer inside her again, just 
like when they had pinned her down on the floor, and now 
his hand was rubbing around her zipper, he was making 
her wet and she liked that feeling and she wanted to 
feel it even more so she slid down on the car seat and 
opened her legs for him.

"Ummm, Mr. Anderson, that feels good."

He released the button on her jeans and pulled down the 
zipper. She could trust him, he was her best friend's 
dad, and besides, it was like he said, lots of young 
girls had boyfriends like him, so it seemed perfectly 
acceptable when his hand went inside her panties and 
over her sparse pubic hairs and between her legs to the 
moist fleshy folds that magically spread apart for his 
fingertip.

"I don't believe this is happening," she said.

Jodie wrapped her fingers around his shaft and squeezed, 
it felt like his cock was leaping in her hand, then his 
hips thrust toward her on the car seat and he pushed his 
finger deep inside where the wet walls of her pussy 
gripped him tight, and he moved the finger in and out, 
again and again, until she began to tremble and cry 
loud.

"Oh yes, oh yes, oh oohh, OOOOHHHH!" Waves of joy 
flooded up between Jodie's legs, she arched her back 
rolled her head on the car seat as she clung to his 
cock, then his hips jerked toward her several times and 
she felt him pulsing in her fingers.

"Oh Jodie, I've wanted you all my life."

She leaned her head back and let him kiss the underside 
of her neck. The fabric of his slacks became moist at 
first and then sopping wet and gooey, but she wasn't 
offended and continued to pet his shrinking penis. She 
felt a sense of pride, like she had just aced an exam, 
before now she never imagined that she could do it, she 
had actually made a grown man have an orgasm in his 
pants. It seemed like a major accomplishment.

A few minutes passed in a silent embrace before he 
turned on the car's headlights and drove her home. The 
rain storm continued unabated as he pulled the car to a 
stop in front of her house, the garage was already 
occupied with her parents' vehicles, so he told her to 
jump out of the car and run under cover while he got her 
bike. The rain had soaked his clothes by the time he 
wheeled her bicycle up the driveway to where she waited 
inside the dry garage.

"Thanks for the ride home Mr. Anderson. Um, I was 
wondering, what did you mean when you said you wanted me 
all your life? That would be like before I was born."

"I've always wanted a girl just like you."

"You always wanted a Japanese girl?"

"Not that, it's the person you are, I've dreamed of 
being with a beautiful girl just like you ever since I 
was your age."

"I'm sorry you had to wait so long."

Jodie watched his car drive away until the red 
taillights disappeared in the night, then she parked her 
bicycle against the wall inside the garage. She kept 
hearing him say that she was beautiful, and she wanted 
to believe it, but she couldn't, she just didn't see 
herself that way, she only saw the flaws. That's why she 
was trying to get her parents to let her have the double 
eyelid surgery, lots of Asian girls were having it done 
nowadays, maybe that would help her win William's heart, 
he was the one grownup guy who she really wanted as a 
boyfriend.

 * * *

Byron went straight home after the tryst with Jodie and 
changed into some dry clothes before joining his wife 
and Angie at the dinner table. His daughter looked cute 
with her hazel brown hair pushed behind her ears and he 
enjoyed watching the front of her shirt fall open as she 
sipped soup from a spoon. She had grown so much during 
the last year.

"That was nice of you to drive Jodie home," Angie said.

"It was a pleasure, she's a nice girl."

Sometimes when his daughter spoke to him it was like he 
was hearing a voice from long ago, back when he was in 
the eighth grade, sitting in history class across from 
Jenny Jenkins; every day he would look at Jenny's full 
lips and shapely legs and he would daydream about 
unbuttoning her shirt and pulling up her skirt and 
having some fun with her, but Jenny wouldn't have 
anything to do with him, except for when she wanted help 
with her homework.

Byron hoped his daughter would be different, he wanted 
Angie to respect herself, but at the same time have an 
awareness of her impact on the opposite sex, and then 
again there were moments like this; when he listened to 
her voice with a wisp of a feeling that made him just 
want to be close to her.


Part 2
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The next day after school Angie Anderson knew that she 
was in trouble. The eighth grade girl had told her 
mother that she would be studying at the library after 
school and wouldn't be home until dinner, but instead 
she had gone to her boyfriend's house and it was now an 
hour past the time she had promised to be home.

She held her schoolbooks to her chest and scuffed her 
feet along the sidewalk; what was the point in hurrying 
home? She'd just have to sit through another of her 
mother's depressing lectures on responsibility, and 
afterward she'd spend the rest of the night alone in her 
bedroom feeling deeply disappointed in her boyfriend and 
desperately horny.

Angie looked down the street and saw Jodie's long black 
hair flying in the wind as she raced her bicycle through 
the neighborhood. In a small town like Fleurton a 
bicycle could get a girl anywhere she wanted to go, and 
that was very useful to a seventh grader like Jodie who 
was still too young to drive. Jodie slowed the bike to a 
stop and placed her foot on the curb, the nose of the 
bicycle seat protruded between her legs.

"Angie, I called your house and you weren't home yet so 
I came out to see if I could find you. How did it go 
with your boyfriend?"

"Terrible, I feel like a failure."

"Why, what happened?"

"That's just it, nothing happened."

"You were all alone in the house with your boyfriend 
since school got out and he didn't try anything?"

"Not a single thing and I was so ready for him; I mean, 
he could have done anything with me, all he had to do is 
try. What's wrong with me Jodie?"

"Everything is right with you Angie. You can't blame 
yourself for what other people do."

Something in Jodie's beautiful dark eyes made Angie feel 
better. "I don't know Jodie, maybe I should give up on 
guys."

Angie looked down at the pink shoe laces on Jodie's 
shoes, then she rubbed her cheek after a single tear-
drop fell from her eye and made a tiny spot on the 
sidewalk; she felt rejected and humiliated and sick.

"Would you let me kiss you?" Jodie said.

Angie looked at Jodie in silence. Did she really say 
that? Jodie was a little shorter than Angie but she 
stood up straight and held her shoulders back in a 
posture of self-confidence that convinced Angie that she 
had heard correctly.

"What are you saying Jodie?"

"I just don't want to send you home feeling sad."

"I'm not that kind of girl, and honestly, I never 
suspected that you were... that way."

"Have you ever wondered what it's like?"

"Not really."

"Think about it Angie, a girl knows how she likes to be 
kissed, so if you kiss a girl it's bound to be good."

"I don't know Jodie."

"It's really no big deal, you know I like you Angie, I 
want to make you feel better. Would you let me kiss you, 
please?"

"Right here in the street? What will people think?"

"No silly, follow me."

Angie walked behind Jodie as she pushed her bike down 
the sidewalk to a wooded area with a trail that led back 
to school. Jodie hid her bike behind a thicket of bushes 
and then took Angie's hand and led her down the trail 
until they were hidden from the street by a wall of 
large trees.

"I'm a little new at this too," Jodie said. "In fact, 
the first girl I ever kissed was just a few weeks ago. 
It was with Mallory Mead."

"Mallory! I don't believe it."

"I swear it's the truth. One day Mallory came over to 
see my sister, but I was the only one home and I didn't 
see any harm in letting her in the house to hang out for 
a while, then one thing led to another and I guess she 
kind of took advantage of me, but later on I decided I 
liked it."

"I don't know about this Jodie, everything is happening 
so fast."

"It's just you and me Angie, nobody else will ever know, 
if you don't like it then I'll never bring up the 
subject again. I just want you to go home feeling like 
you're attractive, because you really are."

"Okay Jodie, but just this once," Angie said as her 
nipples began to stand out beneath her shirt.

"Great, now first I'm going to give you a hug."

A group of birds flew through the trees. Angie stood 
motionless as Jodie moved in and put her arms around her 
waist. The young Japanese girl's slender body felt warm 
and firm and the sensation of touching and feeling the 
embrace of another human being brought a satisfying 
comfort.

"You hug really nice," Jodie said.

"Thank you, nobody ever said that to me before."

"You're also very beautiful. You could have any guy you 
want... or girl."

"I doubt that."

Angie didn't think about it when she ran her hand 
through Jodie's hair and down her back, she was too busy 
enjoying the steady flow of tingles that danced between 
her legs as Jodie kissed her neck, and Angie couldn't 
believe she was doing this with a girl, but Jodie was 
right, it was nice and a girl did know how to make 
another girl feel good.

"I think you're ready for your kiss," Jodie said.

The simple act of kissing touched Angie with an emotion 
that began a long time ago, back when her dad would come 
into her bedroom and kiss her on the forehead before 
saying "goodnight." He stopped doing that a couple years 
ago, at the very time when she began to blossom into a 
young lady. He never gave any reason why he stopped 
kissing her, and she wanted him to start doing it again, 
but she was afraid to ask.

Jodie's lips were warm and wet and Angie knew that she 
had crossed the line, a girl was really kissing her and 
she was kissing her back, and she surrendered to the 
excitement as Jodie's hand gripped her bottom and pulled 
their bodies together.

"Oh Jodie, you're so nice."

Angie let go of herself and pressed her crotch over the 
top of Jodie's thigh; a wave of pleasure erupted between 
her legs as the girl-juice oozed onto her panties, and 
Angie silently consented when Jodie lifted up the back 
of her skirt.

"I think you're beautiful," Jodie said.

"Thank you; nobody ever says that to me."

"Not even your dad?"

"He used to, a long time ago, but not anymore."

"Hum, I have an idea why, we'll talk about that later, 
but first, would you let me touch you?"

"What do you mean, you are touching me."

"I meant like this."

Angie was a little shocked at the brazen way Jodie 
reached under her skirt, but Jodie had been nice so far 
and there was no reason to stop, even when her hand 
moved over the front of the panties and then down 
between her legs where the cotton had already become wet 
with her nectar.

"Oh Jodie, this is amazing."

"I knew you would like it."

"I had no idea that you were... so sexual."

"I wasn't trying to be, it just sort of happened, first 
there was Mallory and then there was this guy."

"What guy, why didn't you tell me, what's his name?"

"Brace yourself Angie, this might be a shock."

"Oh come on Jodie, who was it?"

"The guy was your dad."

Angie clung to Jodie and tried to assimilate what she 
had said; should she be mad at Jodie, or her dad, or 
both of them, or was it all okay? Things like this can 
be hard to figure out and right now it was even more of 
a challenge with Jodie's fingers rubbing between her 
legs, so much was happening so fast and what could Jodie 
possibly be talking about?

"Jodie, I don't believe it, you're just saying that to 
get even for the tickling.

"Last night Angie, when your dad drove me home, he 
stopped the car in a place where it was really dark, 
then he slid across the seat next to me... "

"Jodie stop, I know you're making it all up!"

"It's okay Angie, I liked it, and now I'll show you how 
he kissed me."

Angie stood motionless as their mouths came together, 
this time the tip of Jodie's tongue probed around the 
inside of her mouth and all the way back to the top of 
her throat. How could her dad do that to her best 
friend? What had it been like for Jodie? Oh no, this was 
what it was like, Jodie was kissing the way her dad did 
and the thought of it sent a strange new pulse through 
her body.

"Oh Jodie, did my dad really kiss you like that?"

"That's exactly how he kissed me, and here's something 
else he did."

Angie thought about her dad when Jodie lifted up the 
front of her skirt and slid her hand inside the top of 
the panties and down between her legs. Jodie played with 
her pussy lips and clitoris and Angie was oddly grateful 
that her friend was demonstrating what her dad had done; 
it made her feel closer to both of them.

"Is this really what it was like to be with my dad?"

"Yes, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did, but 
there's still more."

Angie gasped when Jodie slid a finger into her pussy and 
then move it around with intimate little strokes that 
made the inside of her cunt throb with a need for even 
more, and she pictured herself on the front seat of the 
family car with her legs spread wide open in front of 
her dad.

"Did you like being with my daddy?"

"Oh yes, your dad really knows how to take care of a 
young girl. He even took my hand and put it on his pants 
and I felt it getting hard in there so I rubbed him and 
stroked him until it stood up like a cucumber and he 
fingered me more and kissed me more and I rubbed his 
cock until he came-off in his pants."

"Oh, AAAAHHHH," Angie cried out.

Pleasure swelled up like an ocean wave deep inside 
Angie's cunt and she grabbed Jodie tight and thrust her 
pussy over her finger just as the full release of sexual 
energy soothed her mind. A moment later it was over and 
the two junior high schoolgirls stood under a tree 
clutching each other as the street lights flickered on 
around town.

"I'm sorry about what my dad did you to Jodie, please 
don't tell anyone."

"It's our secret Angie, I'm glad it happened. Now that I 
think about it I'm actually flattered that he wanted me 
that way. I learned a lot about myself too."

"I don't know how I'm going to face him."

"Angie, I think it's important for you to face up to 
this before you go home; the fact is your dad likes 
young girls like us. It all makes sense now, the way he 
was looking at me yesterday when I was at your house 
after school, now I understand what that look means, and 
just so you know, I saw him looking at you that way 
too."

"I wonder what's come over him; he never acted like this 
before."

"Maybe he was waiting for us to get a little older. 
Anyway, the experience made me realize that now I'm old 
enough; I'm finally ready to really go after a certain 
older guy that I've had my eye on for a long time."

"You mean like a high school guy."

"No, older than that, he's out of college and way 
beyond."

"Jodie, I don't believe you."

"His name is William. He lives alone in the little blue 
cottage around the corner and a few blocks down from my 
place."

"I've seen him Jodie, he is good looking, but don't you 
think you should try for a guy more close to your age."

"I don't see that age matters that much. If I'm going to 
be with a guy then I want it to be a guy who I really 
want to be with."

"How did you meet William?"

"One day I was out riding my bike and William was 
working in the garden as I passed by. When I saw him I 
said "hi," and he smiled and said "hi," and for some 
reason I stopped and we talked for a while, then I began 
to feel funny and I realized that I was getting excited 
just being with him and talking.

"Do you think he likes you?"

"Something in the way he looked at me was different from 
other guys, his expression was kind and gentle, but at 
the same time, I felt like he was undressing me with his 
eyes, and I got the feeling that he wanted me really 
bad, but was holding back because I'm so young."

"You're only thirteen Jodie; he's old enough to be your 
father!"

"That's true, but I also know what I want, I can take 
responsibility for what I decide to do."

"So how is a seventh grade girl supposed to go after a 
guy like William?"

"That's the hard part, right now I'm just like his 
little friend who stops by once in a while, I've got to 
find a way to make him take me seriously, I just know in 
my heart that deep down inside he likes me and wants to 
be with me, I have faith that when the time is right 
something will happen."

"I hope things work out for you and William."

"Thanks Angie, you really are a good friend."

"I better go home, I'm going to get in so much trouble 
for being late, but I don't care, seeing you made it all 
worthwhile."

Angie and Jodie walked back down the trail to the 
sidewalk, a car drove around the corner and temporarily 
blinded them with its headlights; it was late and dark 
too, so Jodie gave Angie a ride home on her bike. When 
they reached Angie's house they found it hard to say 
goodbye.

"Tell your dad I said hi," Jodie said with a wink as she 
squirmed on top of the bicycle seat.

"I will, and good luck with William. Maybe I should try 
for a grownup guy too. Does he have a friend?"

"I'll see what I can do."

"Let's have lunch together tomorrow."

"Sure, and I hope you don't get in too much trouble."

"I'll be okay, don't worry."

Jodie pedaled her bicycle along the dark streets of 
Fleurton on her way back home, and she thought about 
Angie's dad and the way he looked at his daughter after 
yesterday's tickle session, and Jodie wondered how it 
would go for Angie tonight, in the privacy of her own 
house, with the doors locked, and the curtains closed.


Part 3
------ 

Angie shut the front door and immediately felt trouble 
hanging in the air like a fog. "It was worth it," she 
told herself, after all, if she hadn't been late then 
she wouldn't have run into Jodie and everything that 
happened would not have happened and she wouldn't be the 
person that she is now.

Her mother's voice called out from the living room, 
"Angie is that you?" and Angie yelled back from the 
hallway, "Yes it's me," as she headed back to her room. 
The lingering aroma of her mom's cooking gripped her 
stomach with a hunger pang and Angie felt guilty about 
breaking her promise to be home for dinner and she could 
have called and pleaded to stay out later but the 
request would have been denied so disobeying and facing 
the consequences had been the only practical choice.

Angie dropped her school books on the bed and went out 
to the kitchen; her parents had finished eating, their 
dishes were removed from the table and all that remained 
was a single plate, a drinking glass, and silverware, 
all perfectly arranged where Angie always sat. The 
glowing red light on the oven dial meant that her mother 
had kept something warm for her to eat.

"Angie honey, would you come out here please?" her 
mother said from the living room.

It was time for the talk. Her mother would speak in a 
monotone voice, carefully choosing words that would chop 
Angie down until she felt no bigger than a toy doll, and 
when it was over the doll would feel like it had been 
smashed in a toddler's tantrum and then chewed by the 
family pet.

"Angie dear, I think you owe us an explanation," her 
mother said from across the sofa.

"I got involved and forgot about the time."

"It would have been considerate to call."

"Why do I have to call you about every little thing in 
my life?"

"You said you'd be home for dinner, we were worried."

"It wasn't like I stayed out all night."

"It certainly wasn't, and we don't intend to let it 
progress to that point."

"Okay, so I'm grounded again, how long this time?" Angie 
folded her arms across her chest and glared at her 
mother.

"We've tried that before Angie, it hasn't made an 
impression on you, so tonight we're going to do 
something different. Your father is going to spank you."

Angie's mouth fell open. "You can't spank me, I'm 
fourteen years old!"

"You're a headstrong little girl who's headed for 
trouble; we're only doing this because we love you."

"Mom, I can't believe this is happening, I haven't even 
had dinner yet."

"Your father will be taking over now."

Mary got up from the sofa and walked over to where her 
husband was sitting, she leaned over and kissed him on 
the cheek and said, "Remember Byron, you're doing this 
for her own benefit, so do her right."

"You can count on me," Byron said. "Now I think it will 
be best for you to leave the room. I'll let you know 
when I'm done with her."

"Carry on then," Mary said as she turned and walked 
away.

His wife had been arguing with him for a month about 
using corporal punishment to disciple their rebellious 
daughter; he had been against spanking and wanted to 
reason with Angie instead, but his wife kept haranguing 
him, saying that "sparing the rod" was tantamount to 
neglect, and he had to admit that Angie's behavior was 
getting worse, so he finally gave up the fight and 
agreed to spank her, hoping it would do her some good.

"You're not really going to spank me, are you Daddy?"

Angie stood before him; self-absorbed, defiant and sexy, 
she was a pure incarnation of the little darlings from 
his own teen years, girls who had provoked his lust and 
then left him unfulfilled, and now his pouting fourteen-
year-old daughter had resurrected those same feelings, 
just like Jodie did the night before.

Byron took hold of his daughter by the forearm and 
rudely yanked her across the room, almost causing her to 
stumble and fall. "Daddy, no, you can't!" Angie said 
with her eyes fixed on the abnormal rise in his pants.

She tried to break away as he led her around the sofa, 
but he grabbed her and tossed her around like a toy 
until he had her positioned where he could push on her 
shoulders and make her bend over the back of the sofa so 
that her head was down by the seat cushion and her 
bottom was sticking up in the air. This couldn't be 
happening to her, it was so humiliating.

"I'm not a little girl, you don't need to spank me. 
Ouch!" Angie's body lurched against the sofa in reaction 
to her father's hand crashing against her bottom. Her 
cheeks jiggled inside the panties with every spank and 
she couldn't help crying out in response to each 
terrible contact from her father's hand. It was so 
demeaning to be bending over like this in front of her 
father. "Oh ouch, Daddy, stop it, I'm too old for 
spanking."

"Angie, lately you've been behaving like a spoiled brat 
who thinks she can get away with anything."

"Daddy, I'm fourteen, I should have some freedom to make 
my own decisions."

"With freedom, comes responsibility, and consequences."

"I'll promise to be responsible for... oh what's that 
Daddy... oh what are you doing?"

Angie felt her skirt being pulled up. Now he'd be 
looking at the panties pulling into her crack, this was 
just awful, but at least she had a moment of relief 
while he stopped the spanking. He was standing against 
her backside with her legs spread out on each side of 
him, and she could feel him standing against her like 
the time when they had slow-danced and she had noticed 
the lump pressing against her tummy, only now she felt 
it from back there, gently nuzzling between her thighs.

"Daddy, this is kind of an unusual spanking."

"You're a complicated girl Angie; your situation 
requires a sophisticated approach."

She looked startlingly attractive; yellow rubber bands 
held her hair to the side of her head in pigtails, her 
shirt had fallen down to reveal the sweeping curve of 
her waist, and the prominent contour of her pubic mound 
swelled beneath the panties.

"Daddy, what are you doing?"

Byron held his daughter by the hips and pulled himself 
snugly beneath her bottom, and he closed his eyes and 
imagined Jenny Jenkins, the beautiful girl he had wanted 
so badly when he was in the eighth grade.

Angie's body gently rocked over the sofa when he moved 
upon her back-side, her toes lifted off the floor and 
her legs flared open even more as he nuzzled between her 
thighs, lewdly rubbing over the panties with naughty 
nudges that made her pussy lips spread open inside the 
wet panties.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"Ouch Daddy, you're so mean!"

Angie's bottom quivered like pudding. How could he be so 
nice one minute and then so unkind the next? It was 
degrading and nobody would blame her for protesting and 
trying to escape this abuse, but it didn't matter how 
much she twisted and squirmed because her father had her 
pinned against the sofa as he mercilessly spanked her 
bottom, and this time it hurt so much worse because her 
skirt was pulled up and there was little protection 
provided by the panties. 

"Oh ouch Daddy! You must stop; I can only take so much!"

Spank after spank bombarded her bottom, the flesh on her 
back-side burned as she clawed at the seat cushion and 
kicked her legs, but nothing she did seemed to deter 
him, the spanking just continued through the tussling 
and sometimes he even spanked between her legs. She had 
to put an end to this right now!

"Daddy, that's enough, I can't take any more!"

Angie turned her head and looked back; her father's face 
was red as a raspberry. He was staring at her bottom, 
pulling the panties down to completely expose her back-
side, and now the spanks were landing on her bare skin, 
and it hurt even more, and she wailed with a voice that 
was loud enough to be heard all over the house.

"Ooohhh Daddy, I promise to be a good girl."

Angie gasped for air while he took another respite, and 
she wondered how it could be that her nipples and pussy 
had tingled with excitement during the terrible pain of 
the spanking, it just didn't make sense. Anyway, this 
interlude was nice and her sore cheeks welcomed the 
gentle massage from her father's hands.

"Daddy I'm so ashamed to be treated like this."

Angie waited for an answer, and hearing none, looked up 
at her father just as he began pulling the panties down 
her thighs and over her feet, and she watched in dismay 
when he tossed the panties over her head to the floor in 
front of the sofa.

"We all have to submit to some kind of authority. At 
this point in your life, Angie, you must obey your 
parents."

"I know that now Daddy, I'm sorry."

"That's good to hear, but we're still not done."

"Oh no, don't spank me again!"

What could he possibly do that would be worse than what 
she had already endured? It had to end eventually, but 
oh, what was that? The lump was there again, nuzzling on 
her privates, but this time there wasn't any panties and 
it was slippery as he held her by the waist and 
undulated between her thighs.

"Daddy, now it's you who's breaking the rules, you 
shouldn't be doing this to me."

"Just relax Angie, everything will be okay.

"I don't think this is what Mom had in mind." 

Angie felt like she was slipping off somewhere, this 
couldn't really be happening, but it was; she could feel 
it moving, pressing and rubbing in the opening between 
her pussy lips, and as much as she wanted to get away, 
she also wanted to stay, and she thought it must be a 
dream and soon she'd wake up and go to school.

"Are we almost done now?"

"Just relax Angie, there's more to come."

Angie hung over the back of the sofa with her father 
standing between her legs, she no longer had the will to 
resist. His stiffness slid between her smooth cheeks and 
over her privates and her body became filled with 
insistent waves of pleasure.

"What did you mean when you said I needed a 
sophisticated approach?"

"Angie, I think you should have pretty good idea about 
that by now, but since you asked..."

"Oh, what are you doing, DADDDDY! AAAAHHHH!" The panties 
lie crumpled on the floor. By this time in the evening 
she was normally studying, or listening to music, or 
watching television, or talking on the telephone, but 
tonight was different, and it was all her fault, if she 
hadn't been so stubborn this never would have happened. 
"AAAAHHHH DADDY, OOOOHHHH!"

Byron closed his eyes and replayed the fantasy that he'd 
been having since he was a fourteen-year-old boy; he was 
doing Jenny Jenkins, the eighth grade cheerleader who 
sat next to him in history class. She always needed his 
help with her homework, but she'd never let him touch 
her, and it had broken his heart when he heard that one 
day after school she'd let her boyfriend's father take 
off her cheerleader outfit and pop her cherry.

"Daddy, oh yes, it feels so good."

The sound of Angie's voice rang through the living room 
and he opened his eyes saw his daughter's pussy lips 
stretching over his cock, and he inhaled the tangy scent 
of his little girl's cunt as the juices oozed out of 
her, coating his cock with a glistening sheen.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "Awe, not again Daddy!"

The pleasure whipsawed into pain, and it was emotional 
as well as physical. He had suddenly pulled out of her, 
which was punishment enough, but then to have all those 
exquisite feelings erased and replaced by spanking was 
shocking and difficult to deal with.

Blistering spanks peppered her back-side and mercy 
seemed like a foreign word as her father appeared 
determined to spank her until she died, but then he 
suddenly stopped the abuse and gently burrowed back into 
her.

"I'm a good girl Daddy, why don't you treat me nice all 
the time?"

 * * *

Mary sat in her bedroom and smiled as she listened to 
her daughter's anguished cries, this moment had been a 
long time coming. The talking-back and disobedience 
began last year when Angie started junior high, and her 
doting father's refusal to use physical discipline had 
only made the problem worse. Now Angie was finally being 
taught a lesson. It would be nice to see the look of 
repentance on her face.

Mary walked down the hallway to the living room. Her 
daughter was bent over the back of the sofa with her 
father standing behind her. Angie looked up with a 
crimson face and it was evident that the tempestuous 
girl had been throttled into submission. Over there on 
the floor in front of the sofa... what is that... oh... 
could it be her daughter's panties... why yes it is... 
of course that makes sense... a proper spanking could 
only be done on a bare bottom.

"Has she learned her lesson?"

Bryon slapped his daughter's ass cheek, making her 
squeal with disapproval. He hoped his wife wouldn't walk 
around the back of the sofa and see his pants wrapped 
around his ankles.

"Angie's going to need some more attention."

"Take your time. I want you to make a lasting impression 
on her."

"I'm sure this impression will last, Mom."

"Are you going to spank her some more Byron?"

"Yes dear. I'm just resting."

"Mom, don't stand there and watch, this is 
embarrassing!"

"She's got a point Mary."

"Well alright, but do her right, I don't want to have to 
go through this again. As for you, young lady, it's your 
behavior that you should be embarrassed about."

Her mother's anger hurt more than the spanking had, and 
a wave of relief came over Angie as she watched her 
leave the living room.

"Dad," Angie whispered, "that was too close, we almost 
got caught, we have to stop."

"Sorry, there's no turning back now."

Bryon slowly moved his cock inside of his daughter. The 
little girl's fingers spread out over the seat cushion, 
her pigtails bounced next to her ears, and her moans 
filled the room like music.

"Oh Daddy, this is so nice."

"I thought you wanted to stop Angie."

"Daddy I can't help it. You have to make me stop."

"I will do nothing of the kind."

"Oh Daddy it feels good but we shouldn't be doing this."

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "Ouch Daddy! That hurts!" 

Angie briefly gaped open after he pulled out of her, she 
hated when he did that, it left her feeling abandoned. 
What was happening to her? She needed some relief; she 
had to be filled again.

"Come back to me Daddy."

Angie squirmed and hooked her feet around the back of 
his legs to try and pull him in, but he pushed her over 
the sofa where she fell on her back with her legs spread 
open, and for a moment she saw her father staring at her 
pussy lips.

"Daddy, don't you dare push me away!"

Her father pulled up his pants and walked around the 
sofa to face her, the smooth fabric of his khaki slacks 
revealed the silhouette of his cock; he better not be 
thinking about leaving her now because that would be the 
cruelest punishment of all; he'd gotten her into this 
condition and now he had to get her out of it. Angie 
straightened her skirt and stood up.

"So what's the plan?" she said.

Byron looked at his lovely little girl and sighed, she 
never could take "no" for an answer, and he knew a 
tantrum of one form or another would be forthcoming if 
she didn't get what she wanted, and he knew what she 
wanted, and he regretted getting her started; it was his 
obsession with Jenny Jenkins that led him to seduce his 
daughter, and now that the deed had been done, it could 
never be undone.

Angie put her arm around his waist and leaned into him. 
"I'll feel really bad if you leave me now," she said.

"I sorry Angie, but you haven't had your dinner, and 
it's already past your bedtime, remember, you have 
school tomorrow."

"I know Daddy, but I'm not tired or hungry, for food 
anyway, if you know what I mean."

Watching her now was more intense than when he had her 
over the sofa; in that position he'd pretended that she 
was somebody else, but now he was gazing into her hazel 
eyes, and she was looking up at him with an unsettling 
innocence as her hand rubbed the front of his pants.

"I'm not dumb Daddy, I know you want to be with me, or 
else you wouldn't be like this," Angie said as she 
pulled her fingers along the full length of his cock.

"I know Angie, but we really shouldn't."

"What's the matter Daddy, are you scared of me?"

"I'm not scared Angie, I'm just trying to do what's best 
for you."

"A few minutes ago you had a different idea of what was 
best for me."

"We've done enough of that for one day."

"Okay Daddy, but can we just sit on the sofa together 
for a few minutes?"

"I guess that would be alright, but only for a little 
while."

"Anything you say, Daddy."

Byron sat down on the sofa and Angie just stood there 
with her shapely legs widely parted in front of him. Her 
cheeks glowed with a healthy pink hue and her still 
developing breasts stood up and proudly presented their 
firm nipples; she looked like a nice girl, sweet and 
innocent and fun, just like the pretty girls back when 
he was in junior high.

"I'm going to sit on your lap Daddy, just like I used to 
when I was little.

"Oh no Angie, I don't think that would be a good idea."

"I'm still the same girl I always was Daddy, if it was 
okay for me to sit on your lap a long time ago, then is 
should be okay now."

"But Angie, I..."

She placed her hands on his shoulders and her knees on 
each side of the seat cushion next to his hips, and she 
leaned against him and pressed her crotch against his 
chest as she slowly slithered onto his lap, rubbing her 
breasts over his face on the way down.

"Angie, you have school tomorrow, you really should get 
ready for bed."

"Let me stay up just a little while longer."

"Okay, but not much longer."

"Daddy, why are you just sitting there and doing 
nothing?"

Byron's heart pounded against his rib cage, she was like 
a flower in full bloom, with a scent as fresh as a 
spring breeze, she was more electrifying than any stale 
fantasy, she was real and she was with him now, and her 
skirt was pulled up and he could see the top of her 
nearly hairless pussy as she modestly rocked her hips.

"Angie, it's inappropriate for a girl your age to be 
sitting on her father's lap."

"Are you going to let me get away with it?"

"Your mother claims that I never say no to you."

"I think we're both glad about that."

Angie let him lift her up by the waist enough so that he 
could reach underneath her, and she couldn't see what he 
was doing but she did hear the sound of his zipper and 
when he lowered her back down she gasped at the 
unmistakably feeling of smooth flesh pushing up against 
her feminine lips, and she took that as an invitation 
and began to move her hips on top of him.

"Careful Angie, your mother is right down the hall."

"Don't worry Daddy, everything will be okay."

Angie pushed her hips forward and back, sliding her 
pussy along the warm shaft, and it didn't take long 
before her father became completely hard, and when she 
raised herself up, it stood up beneath the front of her 
skirt, and she moved up and down with her hips pushed 
forward so her clitoris would rub along the length of it 
going up and down.

She'd never done this before, but she didn't' seem to 
need anyone to tell her what to do, she just held onto 
his shoulders as he fumbled around underneath her skirt, 
then she felt him positioning the tip of himself on her 
pussy lips and she began to tremble and open for him and 
she really didn't do anything and could probably say it 
was an accident when she relaxed and floated downward 
and cried out in surprise at the feeling of a hard man 
all the way inside of her.

"Oooohhhh yes Dadddy," she moaned.

Angie savored the sensation of him extending thick and 
hard way inside her belly and she had the urge to move 
up and down, just a little bit to begin with, then more 
and more, and she thought about the kids at school and 
she was amazed to be only fourteen and making love just 
like a woman.

"I can't believe you got the whole thing inside me."

"You're the one who sat down on it."

"I couldn't help myself."

"That's because you're so horny."

"That's right Daddy, and that's why I was staying out 
late even though I'd get in trouble, you see, being a 
girl can be hard, sometimes we need a little help from a 
guy we can trust, do you understand what I'm saying?"

"Can you explain yourself a little better?"

"Daaad, isn't it obvious? Do something; make me feel 
like a girl!"

Byron had always been a pushover for his daughter, it 
delighted him to give her whatever she wanted, and 
tonight would be no exception. He lifted his little girl 
up by the waist and then gently set her back down, and a 
few moments later she took over and bounced up and down 
on top of him all on her own, and she looked beautiful 
with her pigtails fluttering behind her ears.

"Oh yes Daddy, now you're being nice," she said with an 
out of breath voice.

"You're being nice too."

"I wonder if any other girls in my grade have done it 
with their dads."

"More than you'd imagine, they just don't talk about it. 
The truth is most men find their daughters to be very 
attractive, leave a man and a pretty girl alone in a 
house for long enough and something is bound to happen."

"Are you attracted to me?"

"Yes, I am strongly attracted to you."

"Oooohhhh Daddy. I want you to do it to me for now on, 
it feels good."

"You should know by now Angie, I always give my little 
girl exactly what she wants."

Angie used her strong thighs to move herself up and down 
on top of her father's cock. Sometimes she would sit all 
the way down with him completely buried inside her and 
then she'd rotate her hips like a hula dancer which made 
her dad look like his eyes were going to pop out. It was 
wonderful and everything was going perfectly until she 
heard a sound from down the hall.

"Daddy, I think I heard mom's bedroom door open, I'm 
scared," Angie whispered as she sat down all the way, 
submerging him inside her.

Byron pulled down his daughter's skirt to conceal her 
bare bottom, he was close to climax but the sound of his 
wife's footsteps coming down the hallway suppressed the 
urgency. His daughter's face was red and she was still 
breathing heavily when Mary walked into the room and 
stared at the crumpled panties on the floor.

"I assume the discipline has been administered and our 
wayward daughter has seen the error in her ways," his 
wife said.

"Yes honey, I think Angie's learned a good lesson."

"I know I deserved it Mom, I won't disobey you again."

Mary put her hands on her hips. "I'm glad to hear that. 
Now, should you decide to misbehave in the future, you 
can count on your father to give you more of the same 
treatment, and don't leave that panties on the floor!"

"Yes Mom." 

"You haven't had dinner yet, have you Angie," Byron 
said.

"No, I'm starving."

"Mary, would you get Angie's dinner ready while we 
finish up here?"

"Absolutely, she needs to prepare for school tomorrow."

They waited for Mary to leave the room, then Angie 
climbed off her father and picked up the panties from 
the floor; his cock glistened with a coating of her girl 
juice and her cunt gaped open with a longing to be 
filled by him again. He nodded and she knew it was time 
to spring into action, so she quickly stepped into her 
panties and pulled it up snug around her waist, then she 
adjusted her skirt while watching him struggled to get 
his erection back inside his zipper.

 * * *

Mary watched them talking at the dinner table; there was 
a new look in the eyes of the father and daughter; they 
were closer now than ever before, no doubt it was all an 
unintended benefit of the spanking, and that gave Mary a 
good feeling; Angie could use a healthy relationship 
with her father as the basis for eventually finding the 
man with whom she would spend the rest of her life.

Everyone went to bed at eleven o'clock, it had been an 
exhausting day for the entire family, and Mary decided 
that it would be good idea to reward her husband with a 
little suck for the job he had done with their daughter. 
She waited for him to turn off the light and settle down 
on the bed, then she pushed the blanket back and made a 
trail of kisses down his stomach, she took hold of him 
with her hand and opened her mouth and jerked to a stop, 
her nostrils were suddenly filled with the tart scent of 
an aroused young girl.

It was a fresh aroma that proclaimed the excitement of 
its originator; perhaps it had gotten on his hand during 
the bare-bottom spanking and then was transferred down 
here when he went to the bathroom, there had to be some 
kind of an explanation.

Mary stifled a gag and came up for fresh air, she was 
incapable of continuing with the suck under these 
circumstances, but she did cuddle next to him and stroke 
him until he became hard, and she planned on continuing 
the activity until he had an orgasm, but they were 
interrupted by the sound of Angie yelling from her 
bedroom down the hall.

"Dad, you didn't kiss me goodnight."

Byron sighed and yelled back, "We stopped doing that 
several years ago."

"I never asked you to stop."

"Sweetheart," his wife said, "Angie is just a young 
girl, she only wants a simple kiss goodnight, go ahead, 
I think it'll do both of you some good."

"Okay, I suppose you're right, as always."

When Byron got to his daughter's room he found her lying 
in bed wearing a night shirt and clutching an old teddy 
bear, her toes wiggled under the blanket and she held 
her thumb to her lips as she looked up at him from the 
pillow.

"Don't you think I deserve a kiss goodnight?"

Angie pushed the blanket back and leaned on her left 
elbow, her thighs were partially exposed and her breasts 
made small mounds beneath the nightshirt. She looked at 
him intently. It was exciting to be alone with a man in 
her room late at night.

"Come on Daddy, just one little kiss, is that too much 
to ask?"

"I thought you had outgrown this."

"Whatever gave you that idea? A girl always wants a kiss 
goodnight."

"I don't know, why did you wait so long to say 
something?"

"I was scared of what the answer might be."

Angie removed the rubber bands from her pigtails and 
shook her hair free before laying back on the pillow in 
wait for the kiss, which he delicately placed on her 
forehead; that was the way he used to kiss her 
goodnight, but he should have suspected that now she 
would want something more.

His daughter took hold of his hand and placed it on her 
right breast, it thrilled him to feel her lovely nipple 
expanding with arousal, and it shook him to see the 
burning glow in her eyes.

"Don't you think I deserve a real kiss?"

Bryon yielded to Angie's innocent request and kissed her 
on the lips. A moment later her mouth opened and her 
tongue darted into his mouth; his daughter's lust had 
been unleashed, a hunger such as this could have lay 
dormant in her for years, but he had prematurely 
cultivated her carnal craving, and now he would have to 
appease her unbridled desires.

"That was nice Daddy; you never should have stopped 
kissing me goodnight."

"Where did you learn to kiss like that?"

"Jodie taught me."

"You kissed a girl?"

"Don't act so surprised, you kissed her too."

"That was just a friendly kiss."

"Yeah, real friendly," Angie giggled, "but don't worry, 
she liked it. Anyway, Jodie taught me how to kiss the 
way we just did, that was part of the reason I was late 
tonight. Do you think I'm bad because I let a girl kiss 
me?"

"Not at all, I find it interesting."

Angie took hold of her father by the front of his robe 
and pulled him down on top of her, it was a school night 
and she was up later than normal, but the thought of 
time didn't seem important as they clutched each other 
in the warm solitude of her bedroom.

 * * *

Mary was happy when Byron left her alone in the bedroom; 
she couldn't stand the presence of another female's 
bouquet in her sheets. It was peaceful without him 
there, and as the minutes passed by her eyelids became 
heavy and she fell asleep, but sometime later she was 
awoken by a faint sound from somewhere in the house.

She listened with her ear cocked toward the door, it was 
a repetitive squeak, and she wanted to tell Byron to go 
find out what it was and stop it, but he was still gone, 
it had been over an hour since he went to kiss Angie 
goodnight, what could be keeping him so long? 

Mary got out of bed and walked down the hallway toward 
the sound, which became louder as she approached the 
door to her daughter's bedroom; that little girl better 
not be up to some new form of mischief at this late 
hour. Mary put her hand on the doorknob but then stopped 
and listened.

Squeak, squeak. "Oh, Daddy!" squeak, squeak. "Oh Daddy!"

"Something's wrong," Mary said in a hushed voice as she 
quietly pushed open the bedroom door; Angie's teddy bear 
was on the floor beside Byron's bath robe, the little 
girl was lying naked on the bed, with her pretty legs 
spread wide apart; her father was on top of her, and the 
bed was squeaking in unison with their movements.

"What kind of goodnight kiss are you giving me Daddy?" 
Angie said with her eyes closed.

"I'm making up for all the nights that I didn't kiss you 
goodnight."

Angie giggled, "That's nice Daddy."

A twinge of jealousy poked at Mary as she watched their 
bodies writhing together in a manner that she hadn't 
personally experienced since the early days of her 
marriage to Byron, and now her husband was showering all 
that attention on her daughter, and judging from Angie's 
response he was doing a right proper job of it too; the 
sexy little girl rolled her head on the pillow and 
moaned as her father stroked his cock past her clinging 
pussy lips, deep inside her cunt.

"Would you do a favor for me?" Angie said.

"Sure, just ask."

"Please don't ever spank me again, it hurt my feelings."

"I'm sorry Angie, I made a mistake, you have my promise 
it will never happen again. Will you forgive me?"

"I already have."

The girls nowadays are different, and for understandable 
reasons; for one thing puberty was starting at an 
earlier age, and then there was the peer pressure and 
society's relentless trend toward sexualizing young 
girls; it was a fact, sooner or later somebody would 
have fucked her little girl, and since it was inevitable 
then wasn't it better that it be done here, in the 
safety of her daughter's own home, in the privacy of her 
own bedroom?

Mary cleared her throat, "Ahem."

Angie opened her eyes and looked up, "Mom what are you 
doing here?"

"I just thought that I'd come and see how you were 
doing, it looks like you two have become... shall I say, 
rather close."

"Mom, please don't be mad, it's all my fault."

"Angie darling, you are a fourteen-year-old schoolgirl; 
you can't be held responsible for what's happened here."

"But you made me responsible for coming home late!"

"That's an entirely different matter, but look, I'm not 
angry with either of you, we can't undo what's already 
done, but we can make the best of the situation. I'm 
thinking that in the days ahead you may be able to take 
some pressure off me.

"I enjoy helping out around the house."

"Do you like the way your father's treating you?"

"He's been so nice."

Angie's cunt made a slurping sound as the syrupy nectar 
oozed over her father's cock; it was amazing how she 
stretched open to accommodate him.

"Oh Daddy, oh, Mom, I love this."

"I want you to yourself Angie," Mary said, "but 
remember, you're a little girl playing in an adult 
world, in some ways you'll have to act like a grownup 
for now on."

"Daddy says other girls my age do it with their fathers 
too."

"It's true Angie, you're not the only one, but we'll 
keep this in the family. Do you understand?"

"I know Mom, don't worry... hey Dad, I want to try 
something, hold still."

Bryon slid his cock all the way into his daughter and 
held it there motionless; she looked back at him with an 
impish smile and moment later he started to pull at the 
bed sheet, almost as if he was in a state of panic.

"Angie, that's amazing, but you must stop or I'll come 
inside you."

"Did you like it Daddy?"

"I love it. Where did you learn to do that?"

"I taught myself right now. I just imagined it and then 
gave it a try."

"What did she do Byron?" Mary asked.

"I never experienced anything like it; Angie squeezed my 
cock with her pussy, her muscles seemed to undulate and 
roll over me. It brought me to the brink of an orgasm in 
just a few seconds."

"I'm glad you liked it," Mary said with a crack in her 
voice.

"Mom, is it okay if I squeeze Dad some more?"

"Of course dear, that was a nice gesture; I want you to 
continue finding creative ways to please your father."

"Thanks Mom, this is fun!"

"Look Byron," Mary said, "Angie is obviously oversexed 
for a girl her age, I want you to take care of her 
needs, make sure she's satisfied; I don't want my little 
girl going to school in the morning all frustrated and 
then coming home pregnant from some kid who couldn't 
support a puppy dog let alone a family."

"She'll sleep like a baby when I'm done with her."

"Please see that she does get some rest, I don't want to 
get a call from a teacher saying she's falling asleep in 
class."

"I be fine Mom, goodnight."

Mary turned around at the bedroom door and took one more 
look at her fourteen-year-old daughter. The bed squeaked 
and Angie's mouth hung open as she repeatedly moaned "Oh 
Daddy," and Mary knew that her little girl's first fuck 
was going to be a good one. This night was one that 
Angie would always remember.

"Oooohhhh Daddy, I can't help myself; I want you to fuck 
me."

"It's okay, I want you too."

Angie's mind drifted into a private place; her breasts 
had enlarged and her nipples were erect, the skin on her 
chest turned crimson and her clitoris stood out, a 
throbbing wave rose between her legs and spread through 
her body, and then the spasms started; it was the same 
muscular contraction that she had used to drive him 
crazy, only now it was involuntary, her pussy had taken 
over and was massaging his cock while the rest of her 
body trembled out of control.

"AAAAHHHH Daddy!"

"Angie, stop it, you're pumping me with you pussy again, 
I can't control myself when you do that."

"No Daddy, I like squeezing your cock and you can't stop 
me either!"

"I shouldn't come inside you Angie, but ooohhh... you're 
so good, I can't help myself, I've to have you!"

"That's a good Daddy, push it all the way in."

"OOOOHHHH, AAAAHHHH, you sexy little girl!"

Her father's face contorted and his hips began jerking 
as she lay there with him buried between her thighs, 
then she felt his cock leaping inside her and she knew 
he was doing what he hadn't wanted to do, but she had 
made him do it anyway, and now he was splashing his hot 
love potion deep inside her belly.

"AAAAHHHH ANGIE! OOOOHHHH YES DADDY, I CAN FEEL YOU 
CUMMING!"

Mary sat in the master bedroom and listened to the 
sounds of passion echoing through the house; her husband 
had been fucking their teenage daughter for almost two 
hours, and now the little girl's euphoric cries proved 
that she had been taken to the pinnacle of ecstasy. Mary 
was confident that Angie had received an excellent 
introduction to the art of making love, and it was 
doubtful that she would have anymore behavior problems, 
now that her greatest needs could be satisfied right 
here at home.

 * * * 

The next day Jodie waited in the school lunchroom for 
Angie, it had only been a few hours since they had said 
goodbye at the end of Angie's driveway, but that seemed 
like a long time ago and Jodie felt like they needed to 
spend some time together and talk. Their eyes 
immediately locked on each other when Angie walked into 
the building, and they quickly got their lunches and 
moved off to a table that was apart from the other 
students.

"Did you get in a lot of trouble last night?" 

Jodie asked.

"Not really, my dad just spanked me."

Jodie spilled some milk on her lunch tray. "Was it 
painful?"

"It hurt my pride more than anything. He said he'd never 
do it again. I guess we have an understanding now."

"That's good. Hey, after I left you last night I went 
home and had a long talk with my dad and he finally 
agreed to let me have the double eyelid surgery. I'll 
have the operation this summer."

"Jodie, you're pretty the way you are."

"You're so nice, but I think it will make me feel better 
about myself, I'll have more self-confidence so I can go 
get my guy William."

"You really are serious about him."

"Deadly serious, I swear, someday he will be mine or 
else. I feel like I can't live without him."

"But Jodie, you hardly know him."

"I know but I just can't help it; I really believe that 
William and I are meant to be together."

"I hope you're right."

"You want to know something," Jodie said in an extra 
hushed voice, "I think my sister has something going on 
with that single guy who moved in next door to us."

"Isabelle? I don't believe it! All she ever does is 
study. That guy is a lot older too, but he is really 
good looking."

"I've seen my sister walking real slow in front of his 
house and staring in the front window. I recognize the 
behavior, she's acting like I did with William. I'll 
keep an eye on her and let you know what happens."

"He's dreamy; Isabelle has good taste in guys."

"I wish she had better taste in girlfriends, I just 
don't see why she hangs around with Mallory so much."

"I guess that time you were alone with Mallory kind of 
changed your life, is that why you don't like her?"

"Well, it did change me, and I'm glad it happened, I 
just don't like her style. It's like this; when you and 
I were together in the woods last night it was so 
honest, we were mutual about it, if you know what I 
mean. With Mallory the mutual part is left out, she just 
takes what she wants, and the more I think about it, the 
madder I get."

"I guess it kind of indirectly changed my life too, I 
mean if you and Mallory hadn't happened, then you and me 
in the woods might never have happened."

"Do you always have to be so positive about everything?"

"I like to stay on the sunny side of life."

"That's one reason I like you, but are you okay today? 
You seem like your mind is someplace far away."

"I'm sorry, you know me, sometimes I get moody."

"I understand, that's what friends are for."

"I don't know what I'd do without you Jodie. Can I ask 
your opinion on something?" Jodie nodded and leaned 
forward as Angie continued in a hushed voice. "Do you 
think any of the girls here at school have been involved 
with their dads in a way that goes beyond what daughters 
usually do, say more like a boyfriend?"

Jodie flinched and knocked a spoon off the table. "I 
don't know about other girls Angie, but I will tell you 
a secret about myself; one night I had a dream about me 
and my dad where it was late and everyone in the house 
had gone to sleep and my dad sneaked into my room in the 
dark and got into bed with me and he took off my pajamas 
and I let him kiss me and touch me all over and I got 
excited and I let him do everything to me. Do you think 
I'm terrible?" 

"You're not terrible at all Jodie, in fact, I think more 
girls have had that dream than people are willing to 
admit; I did some research and found out that about six 
percent of all people have done it with a family member. 
Now, let's do the numbers; there are about nine hundred 
students here at school, six percent of nine hundred is 
fifty four, and half of those are girls, therefore, as 
many as twenty seven girls in our school could be having 
sex their fathers.

"That's a lot. I wonder how the girls feel about it."

"It's hard to say, but I bet a lot depends on how the 
girl is treated, if the guy is nice it makes all the 
difference." 

Angie took a few more nibbles of lunch and then pushed 
the tray away, which was unusual; she normally had a 
good appetite. She seemed different; there was a 
smoldering presence in her eyes that hadn't been there 
before, she appeared to have grown up a year or two 
since just yesterday and there was a feeling of 
something unspoken hanging in the silence between them.

"Did something happen last night?"

Angie looked away from her toward the end of the table 
and then slowly brought her smoldering eyes back. She 
had known Angie since grade school, they were as close 
as two friends could be, and sometimes it felt as if 
there was a window where she could see into her mind, 
like when she knew what Angie was going to say before 
she actually said it, and now the curtain was open and 
she intuitively understood the implicit meaning when 
Angie looked into her eyes and nodded her head.

The End

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in 
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of 
the scenarios in this story should seriously consider 
seeking professional help.
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