“Yes.”
“And you spy on me? You watch me when I’m naked and it turns you on?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I watch with horror as he undoes his wide leather belt and pulls it free of the loops of his pants.
“I’m going to teach you a lesson.”
I tuck my legs up and scoot my ass up toward the headboard, trying to make myself as small as possible. I’ve never seen him like this, and never angry with me. Holding his belt in one hand he grabs my ankle with his other and yanks me over to the edge of the bed. Then he grabs my pink panties by the waist band and pulls them down my hips, off my legs and tosses them aside. Then he rolls me over on my stomach with my legs hanging off the bed and my bare ass in the air.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he says.
I move slowly to do what he says, feeling weak and nervous. I wanted him to fuck me, to take my virginity, but this is so intense I can’t help but wriggle in fear.
When I am position, he puts his hand on my bare ass. His strong hand sends a chill running through me.
“I’m sorry to have to do this,” he says and I put my face down on the mattress as he raised the belt in the air. I hold my breath, try to prepare, but the slap of the leather on my bare ass cheek stings, making me shriek. Before I can recover he hits me with it again, this time striking the back of my thigh.
My brain was spinning. His blows hurt me, but somehow, knowing Daddy is looking at my bare ass all this time, that with my ass in the air this way every time he hits me, he has a clear view of my virgin pussy, is getting me wet. The next blow is softer and I wonder if I’m getting used to the pain, but the next one is softer yet and I can tell his heart isn’t in punishing me. I look back at him and tremble again, but this time with excitement. I see something in his face that isn’t anger. It’s lust, pure and simple. If I hadn’t known that look from seeing the way boys looked at me, the huge bulge in his pants would be proof enough. Spanking me is turning him on. I glance at the monitor and see red stripes on my ass. It does look sexy in a kinky way. When I look back at him, he sees me looking and our eyes connect. His brown eyes burrow into mine, accusingly.
“You’re my baby but you’re acting like a slut.”
“I told you I was, but only for you Daddy.” My words come out as more of a whisper than I’d intended, but they seem to melt whatever remains of his anger. I can’t stand him being angry with me. He wasn’t supposed to get angry.
“So what the hell do you expect from me now?”
He’s trying to glare at me.
I know this is the right moment to tap into his desire for me before he decides it’s all wrong again, so I roll onto my side, letting my legs come open. I reach up and put my hand on his crotch, running it over the hard bulge of his big, thick cock, feeling it for the first time.
He stands there frozen, so I know I have to take the initiative. I wet my lips and take ahold of the waistband of his pants. He doesn’t protest, doesn’t even move as I unsnap them and then I swallow nervously, take the zipper in my fingers and start pulling it down. The sound of the zipper is amazingly loud and echoes menacingly through the room. I keep thinking he’ll stop me, but he doesn’t and when his fly is open, he lets out a gasp.
I can barely breathe. The air in the room is thick and Daddy stands still in front of me as I reach in his pants. When my fingers come in contact with his bare skin, I feel a moment of panic. His cock is bent over, but incredibly hard. I have to use both of my tiny hands to work it out of his pants, and it amazes me how it moves. It’s a wild creature, alive, warm, and moving in my hands.
In my hands. I have my Daddy’s hot, aroused prick in my hands!
Jutting out of his pants it looks even bigger than I’d imagined and I find myself wrapping my fingers around it, squeezing it, staring at it. Daddy looks down at me, staring at his stiff prick in my hand.
“You’ve really never touched a cock before.”
“No, Daddy.”
“Taste it. Sluts have to learn to like the taste of cock and cum.”
I tremble as I get on my knees on the bed and bring my face, my lips to his hot cock. I can smell his pungent masculine odor as I kiss it. Yes, I kiss his cock — I put my lips squarely on the end of it, right on the slit at the tip and gave it a soft, wet kiss, then sticking my tongue between my lips to taste him.
I’m taking my first taste of a cock and it is Daddy’s! My head is spinning with delight.
“You hot bitch,” he moans and I want to cry with happiness to see I am pleasing him. I haven’t wasted my time looking at his favorite porn sites and I know what he wants now. I hold his cock in one hand, stroking it, feeling it swell even more and I licked the glans, that big bulbous head of his dick, run my tongue all around it, loving the way he rests a hand on my head and lets out a gasp of pleasure. I know he wants more.
I open my mouth. I’m kind of petite, which I know he likes, but that makes it hard to get much of his prick in my mouth, so I alternate licking it, running my tongue along the underside and then taking as much as I can in my mouth. That seems to make him happy, and I keep jerking him while I use my mouth on him.
After a bit I hear his breathing change and feel his cock start to quiver. I reach between his legs with my free hand and touch his balls. They are huge! I caress the heavy sac, feeling how they move inside it. I am careful, so gentle. I’ve read how delicate they are, even those of big, strong men. The boys at school talk about getting hurt by someone kicking their balls and I don’t want to hurt my Daddy.
So I hold his balls and suck his sweet cock, and then he groans. Suddenly my mouth is flooded, with his salty cum. I know what it was, but never expected there would be so damn much of it! He is shooting it down my throat, choking me, and I’m trying like hell to swallow it the way I promised, but there is too much for that. It runs out of my mouth and down my chin. Some even dribbles onto my tits.
When he stops cumming, I let go of his cock and watch with amazement as it shrivels and shrinks, then hangs limply satisfied. It’s like I brought a monster to life and then sent it back to where it came from.