Daughter Dominates Daddy

[SpectreT]

"Love you, too, hon.. Don't do anyone I wouldn't do." I said into the phone.

"Don't you mean 'Don't do anything I wouldn't do.'?" Sarah asked me through the line.

"I know what I meant, and I meant what I said." I was grinning. "Now get going. you have a presentation tonight, right?"

"Yes, I do. Did you do that thing we talked about?"

"Yes, I hired a Dominatrix, and yes, she knows the scene is about sissy-training me."

"Good. I was worried you'd chicken out on me."

"I thought this was my fantasy." The doorbell rang, breaking off the rest of what I was going to say. "She's here."

"Have fun... Christine." Sarah hung up on me.

The doorbell rang again. "Coming!" I yelled, as I raced for the door.

Opening it, I froze.

Standing on my front porch, wearing an almost outlandish Dominatrix get-up, and rather a lot of make-up, was my daughter.

She grinned at me. "Hi, dad."

 

[Nymph]

Julie

Julie was about 5'5", with long blonde hair, cold blue eyes, and firm 34c breasts. Her 21-year old body was in perfect shape. She quite liked her father, but believed he was in serious need of correction--for two reasons.
First, that he was groping around with that bitch Sarah. Julie was almost sorry the slut wasn't there so she couldn't get her hands on her. But on the other hand, her absence was defintely something to be seen positively.
The second reason was that th money her father sent her was barely enough to live her way through college with what she considered to be a suitable living standard. But she had found a solution to that problem at least:
It had started with a date. Some stupid college guy who thought girls were there to satisfy his urges. Well, he'd been good-looking, so Julie decided to go along as long as she'd be getting some pleasure out of it. The whole thing had ended with him naked, gagged with his sister's panties, while Julie had given him a thorough spanking.

That night she had discovered a new side to herself. A few weeks later, she had turned it to her advantage. She had placed several advertisements in adult magazines and on the net--never revealing her true name or even what she looked like.
People contacted her via e-mail...and when Julie felt they were safe, she'd arrange a meeting and give them what they desired--strict, domination, in any form wished, as long as it was accompanied by the rustling of money.

Some days ago, another customer had mailed her, with wishes of forced feminization--nothing new to Julie. As the agreement became more definite, and more information was exchanged, Julie suddenly realized with a jolt that she was dealing with her father.

After the initial moment of panic, however, there came the thought from deep within her mind...
Why not?

He'd find out sometime anyway. And this was a good way of repaying him. After all, in away it was his fault she was in this situation...not that she disliked it in any way.

And so she finally arrived in front her her home. She was a vision in black leather:
knee-high boots, tight shorts, and an even tighter tank top. A contrast was offered by her golden hair, flame-red lipstick and blue eyeshade. She wore a big black leather bag across her shoulder.
Taking a deep breath and quenching the last few doubts she had about this, she rang the doorbell.
Nothing.
She rang again.
Finally the door opened, and the look on her father's face almost made her laugh in satisfaction.
"Hi dad!" she said grinning.

 

[SpectreT]

Chris

Julie.

My baby girl.

Did... this?

I knew I was gaping like a landed fish, but I couldn't seem to find my voice. I gestured, and she... I suppose you'd have to call it flounced... into my home. I'm sure it was supposed to be a powerful stride, or something like that, but when it's a girl whose skinned knees you'd kissed better, a girl you'd read bedtime stories to, powerful wasn't quite in the equation. Based on her clothing, and guessing at the contents of that kit bag, I assumed she was planning to show me the error of that sort of thinking.

"Well, I guess this explains why you turned down the extra cash I offered this year," I said, "I thought it was another row with Sarah."

The look in her eyes as I mentioned that name told me I might have made a mistake mentioning Her. I held up my hands.

 

[Nymph]

Julie

I snorted as I threw my bag onto a sofa--I didn't remember seeing it before, daddy must've bought it quite recently.
"Your 'extra cash offer' would have been enough to pay for a week's decent eating. I thought I'd better show you I don't need your pennies anymore--as you can see, I'm doing alright on my own now."
Flashing a bright smile, I threw myself backwards onto the sofa.
"Mm, nice and comfy" I said, testing the springs. "Guess you like to screw your chick here, hmm?"

 

[SpectreT]

Chris Jensen

I sighed.

"There's harldy a single piece of furniture in the house that's escaped us." I lifted an eyebrow. "You never did tell me what the problem you two had was. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out there's an issue when she finds a billion things to do every time she knows you're going to visit, and you get that look on your face every time I mention her name." I almost called her Pumpkin, my old nickname for her, but her clothing and makeup prevented me from thinking of her as my little girl that easily.

 

[Nymph]

Julie

My smile faded a little, but still remaioned, while I arched one eyebrow.
"Well...I guess that I might have accepted you fooling around with her, you being a lonely man with urges and all...I might even have tried to be friendly if you had not chosen to spend more money on your whore than on your daughter."
Suddenly, my smile returned.
"But then again, maybe I owe her something. Otherwise I'd never become Mistress Desire. Well, no need for secrecy in this case, so I guess you can call me Mistress Julie."

 

[SpectreT]

Chris Jensen

My own eyebrow went up. I've known my daughter since before she was born, and she was serious.

"Me? Spend money on her? Seriously...... Mistress Julie." There. I'd said it. "If anyone's the whore in this house, it's me. The consulting only just started paying off this past year."

Julie.. Um, Mistress Julie, looked like she was about to say something, but I had one more thing to add before I was going to give in completely.

"One more thing, and this is daddy talking." She smirked. She was probably waiting for some whining or excuses from me, or for me to act shocked that she was going to go through with the scene. That wasn't what she was going to hear from me. "I'm proud of you. I know just how tough it is to start a business, and to make it pay. I'm also happy to see all the precautions you take before you meet your clients. If you enjoy this, more power to you, Pumpkin. The floor now belongs to Mistress Julie." I kept my shoulders back, but kept my face down. wondering just how far she was going to take this.

 

[Nymph]

Julie

I sighed.
"You don't get it, do you? All those luxury dinners, all those 'little trips' with her--probably with expensive hotels so you could fuck her more comfortably...you paid more to be with your slut than you ever sendt me.'
Daddy's reaction had definitely not been what I expected, but after the initial frustration, I suddenly felt much better about it...I had been dreading an explosion of his part, to be honest. But now I was feeling bold and in control as I put on my mischievous vixen-smile that made my customers mad...for me.
"But don't worry, I don't blame you...too much. As I said, you two rabbits helped me get this far...oh, yeah, and you helped me in another way too.
I opened my leather bag. It was filled with everything I'd needed to make a girl out of daddy...but first there was something else. I took a large wooden paddle, covered with leather.
"Remeber when you caught me in bed with Jonathan? How you spanked so I wouldn't 'get myself into trouble' again? You know, I learned from you back then..."
Fixing his eyes, I gently patted my leather-covered lap.
"Come on... I think I made it clear you deserve a little punishment...and then, we can begin--Christine."

 

[SpectreT]

Chris Jensen

I groaned at this. If I laid across her lap now, Julie would know just how excited I was. I remembered paddling her that time, although the message was supposed to be, "Don't get caught or pregnant." Truthfully, that memory, combined with knowledge of what was about to happen, had me harder than blue steel. Something within forced me to speak.

"Pants on, or bare-assed, Mistress?" I couldn't believe I'd managed to ask my own daughter that.

 

[Nymph]

Julie

I couldn't believe it--he was actually going to go through it! Well...so was I.
"Let me see" I said, raising my eyes in mock contemplation "I believed you spanked me bare-assed...in fact, you were so furious that you yanked me right out of bed and onto your lap, without giving me the chance of putting anything on."
My eyes turned to his again.
"So I'd say you take everything off."

 

[SpectreT]

Erin Rathe

I peeled my shirt quickly and easily, then started to work on my pants. Julie's eyes followed my hands as I peeled them away. She managed to not look at my penis only by a matter of seconds, bringing her eyes up to my now red face. A man shouldn't be hard at the mere thought of his own daughter spanking him. What exactly was pulling at me, posessing me? I tried to clear my thoughts, but I couldn't quite seem to do that. Finally, I was laying across her lap, wondering if I was about to wake up, if this was some wierd dream.....