Author's Note: This story wouldn't have been possible without the help of my longtime online friend, constant source of inspiration, and (as it turns out) creator of punny titles, Dolemite!

Synopsis: Franklin Garring is a rising star at the Cliffords, Cliffords, and Paulsen lawfirm. His beautiful 10-year-old daughter, Alice, has a chance to make sure that star shines forever... but she has to win a high-stakes competition for her daddy first. It's an all-or-nothing contest that Franklin is betting Alice can win, but if he's wrong the price of failure for both Dad and daughter will be dire.  

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Notice: All accounts, descriptions, locations, people, places, and events are the work of fiction and are the product of the author's imagination. The following story contains explicit sexual content. 

Daddy's Firm
by PunkyGirl04

Part Four
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Alice sat on the toilet of the bathroom, sobbing piteously into her hands. 

The 10-year-old girl had been sure she was winning the third round of the competition. The moment her tongue touched Mr. Townsend's limp dick it had hardened. There hadn't been any pause: it had gone from limp and soft to thick and hard in an instant. She did everything after that that her daddy had taught her. She'd drooled. She'd swallowed. She'd even pushed her head so far down on the thing that she almost gagged. When the man had spurt his juice across her face she'd actually paused to enjoy the feeling, loving the sensation of spurt after spurt of his cum landing on her grinning and breathless face. 

If she hadn't done that she would have won, she now knew. After the first stream of his cum hit her she should have run over to Mr. Cliffords. But she hadn't. She had enjoyed all of Mr. Townsend's cum instead. When he was done spurting his load, it had been too late. Rachel was already in front of Mr. Cliffords and holding her mouth open for him to inspect. When the girl saw the blond holding her mouth open in front of him Alice had known right away that the mean girl was showing off a mouthful of her daddy's cum, the same stuff that had made her ten years earlier. The old man declared Rachel the winner a moment later and Alice had almost crumpled to the ground.

Now Alice sat crying on the toilet. In the best of five competition Rachel, the taunting girl with the dry cunt and developed boobs, had two wins. Alice only had one. Rachel had two chances to win the whole thing but Alice had to be flawless and win the next two rounds. Even Mr. Cliffords had said that had never happened before.

Her daddy entered the bathroom. The sight of him made Alice cry even harder. She was doing all this for him, after all, but she had failed.

"Hon, Hon," he said softly. He closed the door behind him and walked toward her. Alice cringed for a moment, expecting to be slapped, or maybe even hit. Earlier it had looked like he was angry enough to hit her. 

She cried even harder when it was apparent he wasn't going to do either.

He knelt down in front of her as the red-headed 10-year old whimpered and sobbed on the toilet. He ran his hands over her legs. His touch made the girl choke back her tears.

"It's just you and me now," he said. His voice was uncharactericly soft, uncharacteristicaly quiet. "Just you and me. If we lose again, well. Do you know what happens?"

Alice sniffed. She looked into her daddy's eyes and nodded.

"Good," her daddy said. "You have to be brave for me. For us. I don't know what round five will entail but I do know that we have to win round four to get there. Round four means you have to prove you're tougher than that desert-dry bitch. I know you have it in you. I'm sure of it."

Alice felt her heart flutter. She loved hearing her daddy talk trash about her competitor, Rachel. She nodded.

"I'll only ask you this one more time," he said. "Do you know what's at stake?"

The young girl gulped. Images of Joy, the last girl to lose the firm's competition, flashed through her head. She gently touched her soft, smooth tummy and nodded to her dad. She said, "Yes... I do."

She was still on the toilet but she wasn't sobbing anymore. She had to win this, not just for her dad but for herself, and to win she had to be tough. With a sharp intake of air through her nostrils the child took her father's hand and stood up.

Alice followed her daddy as he led her by her hand back into the hotel suite. 

"Ahh, good!" Mr. Cliffords, her daddy's boss, said. The rest of the men in the room, partners as her father called them, looked over at her. Rachel was on the eldest partner's lap and stared at her with a taunting expression on her pretty face.

"Round four is about endurance," Mr. Cliffords explained as he tickled Rachel between her legs. The old man slid Rachel's soft body off of his lap, much to the blond girl's chagrin. 

"Gentlemen," the man said, "you just watched both of these immature women give head to complete strangers. I think we'll all agree that it was a damned sexy sight, too."

The rest of the men in the room laughed and agreed. Alice tensed up. 

"But," Mr. Cliffords continued, "sucking the cock of an older man is clearly a naughty act. If either of these children were my own I would certainly punish them for behaving in such a slutty manner. Don't you agree?"

Alice's face burned red and her butt tightened reflexively. The men were muttering their approval, laughing and saying things like, "Punish them, definitely, naughty girls..."

"Indeed," Mr. Cliffords said. He waited for everyone to be quiet and then continued, "Alice, Rachel. Bend over the cocks you just sucked. You have been naughty little girls and need to be spanked for what you've done. Normally a child should be disciplined by their own fathers, but in a competition like this I fear they'd go too easy on you."

Alice had known that round four would involve spanking, so none of this was a surprise. It was however, completely embarrassing to hear her daddy's boss explain it the way he had. Even so the tender child walked over to Mr. Townsend's chair. She glanced over at Rachel and saw that the blond girl had done the same. Both preteen girls stared at each other for a moment before Alice looked away. She had to focus. She had to forget about Rachel and summon up the courage to somehow endure the pain she was about to experience. 

Alice heard Mr. Cliffords cry, "BEGIN!" and the girl took a deep breath.

Alice crawled across Steven Townsend's lap without thinking. The girl surprised herself with how quickly she did it. But she had to win this round or lose it all, she knew, and that thought was making her strong. Even as she grunted at the feeling of Mr. Townsend's hand slapping across her firm butt-cheeks she managed to shrug it off with only the tiniest of gasps.

"ONE!" half the room laughed. 

"ONE!" the other half of the room chanted after Alice's daddy slapped Rachel's behind. Already Mr. Townsend was slapping her again. The timid red-head heard her side of the room chant, "TWO!"

Beneath her naked tummy the 10-year-old felt Rachel's daddy's cock getting hard. He spanked her for four and five, and then nine and ten blows. From the other side of the room Alice heard the men yelling "EIGHT!" and "NINE!". Her daddy was behind in the count. From the sounds Rachel was making, though, Alice's daddy was really punishing the blond girl's cute little butt with each spank of his hand. Alice knew from years of experience that her dad administering hard, brutal blows when he gave a spanking. It seemed that Rachel's dad was more about speed than force and by the fifteenth blow Alice decided his style was easier to endure.

It still hurt a lot, though, and tears began to leak out of her eyes. On the twentieth blow Alice's light body was forced to slide its flat tummy across Mr. Townsend's erection from the force of his blow. That gave the girl an idea. When the next strikes landed on her butt she grunted, and groaned, but managed to shift her skin across his growing hard-on intentionally. She'd been spanked many times before but had never, not once, enjoyed the brutalization of her ass. Her father, on the other hand, always seemed to enjoy doling out this particular punishment. She had felt her dad getting hard during her spankings ever since she was a preschooler. Concentrating on those hard-ons, especially when she was younger and didn't even know what they were, had always helped the girl escape the pain since they distracted her mind. Hopefully it would help her now, too.

Mr. Townsend was spanking her harder than ever and Alice could no longer be distracted from it. She burst forth into full-forced tears. The men surrounding him cried out, "TWENTY SIX!" but Alice barely heard them. What the 10-year-old did hear was the other group of men yelling, "SIXTEEN!". Her daddy was way behind in the count. Why was he slapping Rachel's butt so slowly? Technically it didn't matter: the competition was about how much pain a girl could endure, not how quickly a man could spank a child. Still, it worried Alice a little, and made her sort of resent her dad for going so slowly.

The red-headed child sobbed pathetically as the blows continued. The abuse of her soft butt was horrible. Blows 39 and then 40 were landing hard, and as the men around her cried out the numbers Alice nearly cried out for mercy. But the red headed girl bit her tongue and just continued to sob and kick her legs instead. She had to take more. She had to win this competition. 

As the 47th blow landed on her butt she became aware of the throbbing cock beneath her stomach again. Something was different about it: it was actually pulsing beneath her belly button. The mystery preoccupied the girl through blow number 48, but was resolved before blow 50. During the pause between she felt him cum.

The way she was laid across it the hard dick was sort of pressed between her stomach and against his thigh. When he ejaculated most of the sperm seemed to goo up her flat tummy first. This quickly transferred to his legs and cock, of course, since her body was still draped over his lap. But the feeling of his cum gave the girl her second wind, while simultaneously weakening the man who was trying to punish her. Alice felt reinvigorated and Mr. Townsend's next few blows seemed almost half-hearted. She stopped crying for a moment as she enjoyed the feeling of sliding her belly back and forth over a mess of his cum. It made her feel sort of proud that she'd been able to give the man an orgasm even without trying. Her daddy always said that she was sexy enough to give a priest an orgasm just by fluttering her eyelashes, and that thought made her almost giggle despite the pain she felt in her backside. The lighthearted moment didn't last long, though, because it didn't take long for Rachel's daddy to regain his strength.

The pain returned in full force halfway through the 50's. Semen forgotten, Alice started crying again as Mr. Townsend really unleashed his wrath on her cute little butt. The 65th blow to her ass was the last one she could take. She blubbered, "Stop, stop!" and Mr. Townsend quit beating her soft boyish behind. Alice whimpered, relieved beyond measure that the 66th blow never fell.

She continued to whimper in his lap. She focused again on the sounds of her daddy spanking Rachel, and realized it wasn't even a contest anymore. Her dad had been slow but had also been deliberate in his beating of Rachel's butt. Alice managed to toss her hair over one shoulder and get a good look at her competitor and what she saw made her almost cringe. Rachel was screaming and crying, thrashing around across her daddy's lap in a terribly violent way. Her dad easily held poor Rachel in place with his left hand on the small of her back, pressing her tiny body into his legs as his right hand delivered blow after blow to her behind. Alice could tell she would break at any moment. 

She wasn't wrong. Alice's whimpers turned into blubbers of pleasure when she saw the blond 10-year-old start to beg for mercy after only the 51st spank fell onto her soft little butt. 

In the end the girl with the puffy little boobs hadn't even come close to enduring as much pain as the completely flat girl had. That realization made Alice smile.

"We're at a tie, gentlemen!" Mr. Cliffords said after declaring Alice the winner of round four.

Alice slid off of Mr. Townsend's lap with his cum making her tummy look shiny. She scampered over to her dad with a huge smile on her face. Rachel, she saw, was in tears as she went over to her own father. Alice's daddy had really brutalized the girl's ass but even though she'd taken more blows Alice didn't feel her pain anymore. The red-headed child had to force herself to keep from giggling, in fact. She had won!

"What's round five?" the child whispered after embracing her daddy in a much needed hug.

"Honestly?" he whispered, "I have no idea."

Alice enjoyed her father's embrace as she contemplated that for a moment. Then she giggled. For the first time ever she was the one to institute a kiss, planting a large wet one on her father's lips as she smiled. "Doesn't matter!" she said. "We're going to win, I just know it now!"

Before her father could reply Mr. Cliffords told everyone to quiet down. Once the room was silent again the gray haired man said, "We have ourselves an unprecedented situation, gentlemen. Young Alice here just received 65 blows during her spanking, a record in and of itself. I believe a young Ms. Paulsen was the previous record holder at 63. But I digress. The Garrings' victory in this best-of-five competition means we are compelled to move on to a fifth and final round. 

"In the 31 years this firm has existed," he entombed, "none of these competitions have gone into round five. I have kept secret the details of what a round five would entail for reasons that will soon be made apparent. In the meantime, please take the next five minutes or so to help yourself to the bar while I explain the rules to our little ladies in the bedchamber."

The men were murmuring with excitement as they walked toward the wet bar. As they passed by many of them paused to congratulate both Alice and her daddy, but the little girl only twisted her hair. She was nervous again. The girl had hoped and expected to have the next round explained in the presence of her daddy. What if she didn't understand? Would it be okay to bug Mr. Cliffords with stupid questions? Would Rachel make fun of her if she did?

"Daddy," she started to whisper.

"It's okay," he said, giving her a gentle hug and kissing her on the forehead. "Just listen carefully to whatever Mr. Cliffords says. You can do it, honey."

"Girls?" Mr. Cliffords said.

Alice looked at the gray haired man now standing by himself where all the other men had just been. Taking a deep, nervous breath Alice cringed as she slid off her daddy's lap. He gave her a reassuring squeeze on her upper arm and then she took small, deliberate steps toward her daddy's boss. She noticed that Rachel was doing the same thing, but that she was still wiping away tears from her eyes as she walked.

When she reached him Mr. Cliffords gave her a warm, grandfatherly smile and then did the same to Rachel. He took each girl by their hands and started talking about how impressed he'd been with both of them all night. He told them how pretty they were and Alice just blushed. When they reached the bedroom he allowed Rachel to enter ahead of him and Alice followed behind. He told her to close the door. After that she followed him and Rachel to the bed and each girl took a seat on either side of the old man. 

He asked how they were doing.

"Good," Rachel said. Clearly, though, the naked prepubescent girl was in pain.

"My butt really hurts," Alice admitted.

Cliffords chuckled. "That's certainly to be expected, Ms. Garring. I must say I was most impressed with your threshold for pain. While I must admit to having inflicted far more than 65 blows on girls your age before, and not always with just my bare hand, the children in question never exactly had a choice in the matter. You won that round through sheer grit and determination. Bravo."

Alice smiled nervously and nodded her head in thanks. The old man had been running his hand across her thighs, stomach, and chest as her legs dangled off the side of the bed while he spoke. She wondered if she was supposed to spread her thighs for him or something, but chose not to. He hadn't asked. When he turned to Rachel and started to molest her instead while simultaneously praising her performance that night, Alice noticed that the blond girl also kept her thighs together. She appeared as nervous as Alice was and seemed to be in more pain, too. That was reassuring.

"Well, now, I suppose it's past time I filled you girls in on what round five will entail. Should I tell you?" Cliffords asked in a teasing tone of voice as he tapped Alice playfully on her nose.

"Yes, please," Rachel said first.

"Yes, Sir," Alice echoed.

He smiled and started to explain. As he spoke Alice found herself gazing off as he went into the details. She felt numb and nervous by the time he was done. Round five was going to be a lot more intense than any of the other rounds had been. Part of it horrified her and part of it worried her, but most of all it made little butterflies appear in her tummy. When she was asked if she understood the rules she simply nodded her head.

I have to win for Daddy, and for me, she thought to herself. She reached down to her stomach and patted herself there defensively, knowing what the price of failure would mean.

**End of Part Four**