Raising Olivia (closed)

[saedo]

closed for Lildax

"I love you, too, honey," I murmured into my phone. "Wish your aunt well for us; we hope she feels better soon."

The smile on my face disappeared after I hung up. While I certainly supported my wife's desire to look after her elderly aunt, this "brief visit" was stretching into a second week. I wasn't used to being the lone parent at home for such an extended period.

I was certainly capable of parenting, but I didn't share my wife's style. She was the sweet nurturer; I was the strict disciplinarian. I knew what I'd been like as a kid, so spare the rod and spoil the child made good sense to me.

I felt it all more important with our daughter now that she was in her late teens. She'd always favored her mother - the long, black hair, the full lips, the caramel skin. But her mother also had some luscious curves draped across a lithe frame whose legs seemed to stretch on forever. Our daughter, however, never got that growth spurt and remained a dainty pixie into high school. I knew what drove the libidos of teenage boys, so I'd been able to relax.

Not anymore. Over the past year her curves had gone from girlish to full on voluptuous. We'd had to replace her school uniforms four times with larger sizes because her breasts kept popping off the buttons on the blouse. Victoria's Secret didn't carry sizes in her range, so we'd had to order her underwear from specialty shops on the Internet. She'd never had the height to become a cheerleader like her mother, so she'd become the school mascot; now even in a full body panther suit, you could make out her impressive curves.

I knew damn well the kind of attention she'd now be drawing from guys her age. I'd been one of those guys 20 years ago. I'd have been all over a girl like her back in my day if I'd gotten even the slightest hint of encouragement. As such, I wanted to make damn sure my daughter didn't encourage any of her slobbering male peers. She might look like a slutty fantasy, but she damn well wasn't going to act like one. Not on my watch.

Naturally, she didn't always hew to my plan. I suppose on a certain level I could understand. She'd been no more than 5'2" for years with a body that reminded guys of their little sisters. Now she had the biggest tits in school and an ass you could bounce quarters off, so she enjoyed the surge of attention. Consequently, she liked to encourage it more than I thought appropriate.

I heard the back door open and knew it had to be her. I positioned myself in the den so she'd have to walk past me. As she did so, I extended a hand and gripped her above the elbow.

"Hold up, Olivia," I warned. "Stay right there. That skirt looks a bit short to me." I pointed at the dark blue material brushing her lower thigh. "I'm pretty sure that hem is a couple inches higher than school policy allows."

Personally I thought the school uniforms to already be a bit showy. The warm weather uniforms for girls permitted skirts slightly above the knee, which seemed way too much leg on display. But I also knew that the girls in Olivia's class liked to push the envelope by raising the hems an inch or two above regulation. It was enough to feel a bit daring, but not enough for a principal to notice on casual visual inspection.

I, however, did not do casual visual inspection. I rummaged in a drawer and produced a slim wooden ruler. "Let's see if I'm right."

 

[Lildax]

I grimaced as I walked up to the back door, walking slowly, wanting the night to last as long as possible. It was 9:58pm and I had two more minutes to feel the warm, night air caress my skin.

It had taken three days of pleading and two calls to my mother to get permission to go out. Although it wasn't exactly a date,the even number of boys and girls in our group provided each of us with someone to have more than just polite conversation with. My first kiss had lead to some light necking in the back of one of the cars we had taken to the movies.

I dropped my shoulders in realization that the night was over and began to adjust my clothes before entering the house. My white tank top clung to huge breasts tightly as I pulled at it to cover the few inches of cleavage spilling out of the top,even zipping up my sweatshirt couldn't hide the extreme curves my body was now made up of. Being so short, any skirt above the knee looked like a mini skirt, and this one was certainly mid-thigh. I tugged it down as I clung to my round ass, trying to at least add a few inches before being inspected. Daddy was a stickler for rules, to say the least.

I loved my father, but he was just too much. In the past year, I had went from being his little girl, to what felt like his prisoner. He even had to approve of my bras and underwear before we ordered them from the specialty shop that carried my sizes. I knew he loved me, but it felt like he was hiding me from a world that was trying desperately to welcome me in. The attention I was receiving from boys skyrocketed as my body developed, and I planned on soaking up every compliment and ogle I could. However, Daddy would have put me in burka and winter coat all year round if he could.

I unlocked and open the door at 10pm on the dot. Daddy had moved to the den, just so he could give me the third degree. I sighed as his large hand grabbed my upper arm, stopping me short of an escape to my room.

I rolled my eyes and shrugged as he quickly noticed the length of my skirt.

"Daddy, I wasn't even at school, and it's so warm out." My pouty lips and puppy dog eyes had recently lost their desired affect when trying to get away with things. The cute expression didn't last as I watched the man rise, towering over me by at least a foot.

Daddy wasn't just tall, he was broad and a statue of masculinity. As a little girl, my imaginary Prince Charming had a striking resemblance. His presence made me feel small, and weak; like his fragile, little doll he wanted to keep locked up.

I watched him go to the drawer and pull out his favorite item; that damned ruler. There was almost a smirk on his face as he brought it over to inspect my skirt length, as if something in him enjoyed doing this to me.

"Let's see if I'm right."

I gasped as he firmly pressed the ruler to my thick, yet toned thigh. I could feel enough of the wood against my leg to know I had failed inspection. I bit my bottom lip to remain silent. Maybe he'd let me off the hook, and not notice the faint markings of a make-out session on my neck.

 

[saedo]

"Daddy, I wasn't even at school, and it's so warm out."

I frowned at her response and waggled the ruler at her. "You went out on a school night on what you assured me was part of a school-related function." I hadn't fully believed her at the time and was suspecting that I was right to have doubted her. My thought had been that her "after school event" was just an excuse to hang out with friends - or maybe even boys. But she and her mother had both assured me that it was legitimate, so I'd reluctantly acceded.

"You told me you were going straight from school to this. You're also wearing your uniform skirt, so it should be at uniform length. Unless you switched clothes once you got to school." I glared down at her. At 6'4",most people were short to me, but Olivia seemed almost childlike. "But surely you remember the conversation we had last time that happened."

I knew damn well that she did. Olivia can put on a brave face, but I know she finds me intimidating when I get upset. I'd been quite upset that afternoon, too. The thought of my little girl taking off her skirt at school so she could put on something even shorter - it seemed exactly what a slutty girl would do. I wasn't going to allow that and Olivia knew it.

I knelt down and held the ruler up to her right knee. "Dammit, Olivia! Look at that! That's nearly two inches too short! Probably a good three or four if you didn't have your waistband tugged so low!"

I stood up and glared down at her. I was angry. Probably a bit too angry. Yeah, I was probably letting my conversation with Valerie affect me a bit. This was a problem for Valerie to deal with; mothers could handle fashion issues better than fathers.

Plus, I'd been expecting Valerie home soon. After a week away, I planned to slam her down on the nearest horizontal surface and fuck her till she couldn't walk. But instead I was going wanting while my teenage daughter was showing off her thighs to every boy in school. That was definitely not right. That warranted punishment.

"I'm not going to yell at you," I growled. "I tried that last time and yet here we are again. No, if you can't listen, then I'm not going to try talking."

I walked into the kitchen and picked up a chair from the table. It was a simple wooden thing with no arms and a high back, but it was made of heavy oak and stained a deep glossy brown. I set it down in the middle of the den and sat on it.

My anger leant my voice a cold menace. "If talking to you like an adult won't work, then I'll treat you as a child. I'm going to bend you over my lap and give you a spanking. Now come here."

 

[Lildax]

"Dammit, Olivia! Look at that! That's nearly two inches too short! Probably a good three or four if you didn't have your waistband tugged so low!"

I jumped as his voice resonated through my body. I knew I had upset my father, I just didn't realize how much, it was just a few inches of skin. I missed my mother, she would calm him down. She had a way of touching him and talking to him that always seemed to make him melt. I wished I could make my daddy melt.

It wasn't like interacting with the boys at school; a flash of cleavage or some thigh and they were eating out of my hand. Daddy seemed almost angry that I was, well, sexy.

"I'm not going to yell at you. I tried that last time and yet here we are again. No, if you can't listen, then I'm not going to try talking."

His words confused me, what would we do if he wasn't going to talk to me? That's when I saw him pull out the chair. I knew that chair, in that position, in that den. I had been put over his knee only a handful of times; but it was always in that chair, right there in the den.

I looked at his hands, they were still huge. I was almost a foot taller than the last time he spanked me, but I felt as if I had shrunk two. His demeanor changed, his voice went cold as he commanded me to him.

"What, daddy I am too old for a spanking! That is ridiculous. It won't happen again, please daddy."

I pleaded with the angry, unwavering man as I slowly walked over. I clenched the sides of my skirt, not even thinking about what kind of doom the lace boy short panties under my skirt would put me in.

My father looked almost pleased with his decision, staring right into my fearful eyes. I walked to his side, still eye to eye with him while he was sitting. Slowly, I bent over his lap, my lower torso and thighs resting on his legs. My feet didn't touch the ground as I balanced myself bent over his lap, his massive hand steadying me on his legs, holding onto my body to keep me right where he wanted me. I cringed in fear as I felt his other hand move to raise my skirt.

 

[saedo]

Olivia took her time following my instructions. It's an act I remembered well from her days as a grade-schooler. I remained as implacable as I had been then. Clearly a decade of growing up had had little impact on her mental maturity.

After she reluctantly draped myself over my lap, I put my left hand firmly on the small of her back. She'd donned a sweatshirt since this morning. Perhaps the evening air was cool enough to warrant it. Or perhaps she'd also changed her blouse as well as her skirt today and hoped to sneak past me in the sweatshirt. I considered looking, but decided against it; between my wife being away and my daughter being disobedient, I didn't need to make myself any more upset.

But apparently Olivia's intransigence knew no such boundaries. When I flipped up her skirt to expose her thighs and buttocks, I was shocked to discover what I found.

"What the hell are those?" I growled, pointing at the lacy panties she wore. While my knowledge of women's underwear styles was far from extensive, I knew from experience that women generally favored comfort over appearance - unless they wanted someone else to notice. When my wife was in the mood, her underwear went from full coverage cotton bottoms to frilly things showing off a lot more skin.

Olivia's panties were definitely more of the latter.. The overall look resembled shorts, albeit the most minuscule version possible. Each "leg" was cut so high that the bottom third of each butt cheek was openly displayed. Moreover, the lacy cloth design left hundreds of sheer gaps through which Olivia's caramel skin could clearly be seen. The resemblance to her mother's delightful ass was enough to set my groin tingling.

"Girls wear fancy underwear like this when they want someone to notice," I asserted. "Is that why you changed skirts? You wanted to show off your ass?!"

I let my fury power my arm as I smacked her solidly on her right butt cheek with my palm. The flesh rebounded vigorously, the firm rump jiggling from the impact. When I pulled away, I could see a faint outline of my hand fading into the soft brown hue of her skin. Good. Not enough to bruise, but it'd sting pretty good after half a dozen more.

 

[Lildax]

"Girls wear fancy underwear like this when they want someone to notice," I asserted. "Is that why you changed skirts? You wanted to show off your ass?!"

Before I could even squeak out a no , his hand came down on my ass. It wasn't the heft and force, but the incredibly sharp sting of the spanking he delivered that made me lose my breath. His other hand held me down with ease, almost fitting across my waist, he hardly rested any weight there it seemed. But if I tried or struggled, there wasn't a chance in hell I could actually escape. My father was big and strong, he knew it and so did I.

The second spanking was almost blinding, I could taste the pain as I felt my ass heat up to a bright, Hot red. My fathers body remained relaxed, which only upset me more. He was able to keep his legs steady under me without much effort, while his other hand trapped me over his lap. My struggling and writhing was hardly noticeable to the man.

As I laid there over him, I tried to put my focus anywhere else. I knew my pleading and screaming would only lengthen the process. I bit down hard on my bottom lip, to ensure only a slight gasp or yelp would be audible. The tears began to well in my eyes, and while the pain was enough to make any girl sob uncontrollably; I was actually saddened that I had made my daddy this upset. He had to resort to something so primal because I was such a bad girl. The thought ran through my head, consuming me, my daddy was so upset, that he had to spank me, maybe this was the only type of punishment that would work for a girl like me.

I had learned over the years how to wrap men and boys around my finger. Even the male teachers were susceptible to my charms. The first kiss, and sexy panties were earned by a boy who worshipped me for 6 months before I gave him the time of day. He didn't even get to see the full view, just one cheek. And all of that landed me here, getting spanked like a little girl. I began to reminisce about the day, the kiss, how yummy the lace panties felt against my skin. Daddy's steady rhythm not only impacted my back side with a hard slap, but it pushed my whole body forward, back and forth, rubbing against his lap.

While the pain was nearly unbearable it was this steady back and forth motion, causing my panties to slide in such away, making me press against his lap over and over, that caused the arousal. I was getting turned on, not on purpose, but I couldn't help the way my body reacted to the intimacy of it all. I just hoped daddy would be done soon so I could rush to my room and give into the tingling and warmth that was starting between my thighs.

 

[saedo]

Olivia bore through my punishment with a minimum of noise. Only a muffled whimper followed every cracking blow. Part of me wanted to continue till she cried out, but I held back. I was angry, but I wasn't out of control.

I confess I also experienced a side effect I hadn't expected. When on occasion I bent Valerie over something and plowed into her, I'd usually slap her ass a little in the process. Though the setting was different, smacking Olivia's plump cheeks had a warm sensation curling up in my groin.

I blamed that on Valerie's extended absence. After all our years together, she still enjoyed sex with her husband. After so many years of regular intercourse, I wasn't used to this abstinence. My balls felt full and heavy all the time. Small wonder I'd get a bit aroused by Olivia.

I set her upright when I finished. "Now remember that next time you decide to sneak around dressed like a tramp," I cautioned. "Now go to your room."

 

[Lildax]

My face was red and hot, nipples visibly hard even through the sweatshirt I had on. If anyone else saw me, they would think I enjoyed the punishment my father just gave me. I wasn't sure how I felt exactly. I wasn't a young curious girl, experiencing new sensations. I knew that my panties grazed my clit, and that the push my fathers hand gave me ass when he spanked me reminded me of grinding against my pillow, like I had done a dozen times. I also know it was wrong, so wrong.

I stood up, relieved it was all over, with a quick "yessir" I practically sprinted to my room. I removed my sweatshirt and ran my hands over my hard nipples. It made me shudder, my nipples were especially sensitive and just the slightest touch sent tingles through my body. Impatiently, I stripped away my top, grasping my breasts, tweaking and twisting my nipples. I took my time undressing myself, enjoying every inch of my skin I exposed. I may have been inexperienced when it came to boys, but I had become an expert in making love to myself.

I teased myself through my panties before putting on one of my fathers old t-shirts, I loved sleeping in them, but had never realized how many times I had touched myself in them. I climbed into bed and began what I had become an almost nightly ritual. This time was different, every time my hips rocked I could feel the sting of my fathers punishment. This old T-shirt still smelled like him. I orgasmed harder than ever before, hands between my legs, curled up as I moaned and whimpered myself to sleep.

 

[saedo]

I awoke, blinking my eyes as consciousness returned. My bedroom was still cloaked in grayish darkness. I looked over to my nightstand and looked at the red LED of my bedside alarm clock: 5:48 AM. The alarm wasn't set to go off for nearly another hour.

I'd been dreaming. I was fairly certain about that. The details were hazy and already fading, but I could recall intensity. Sexual intensity. A woman's curves. A female voice crying out in pleasure - or was it pain? Perhaps both?

I'd apparently been fairly moved by it. My cock throbbed on my abdomen. The long shaft had shoved its way out of my boxers and now lurked beneath my T-shirt. As my hand felt towards it, I found a wet spot near the heavy glans. Precum. Apparently I'd been fired up enough during my dream that the slick substance had started to ooze from the head.

God, I needed a release. But I had sworn off self-stimulation ages ago. Rubbing myself until I exploded into a wad of tissues always felt like I was debasing myself.

Of course, it'd been decades since I'd ever had much need of it. Once I'd gotten through the worst of puberty's changes, I'd become reasonably popular with the ladies. My height and athleticism had always been appealing, so I never lacked long for a girlfriend. After marriage, Valerie had usually been available to sate my needs. Usually.

Certainly there were still options outside marriage. There had been other women at times. Always quiet, always discreet. But such arrangements took care to establish and I didn't presently have one in place. That meant risk - too much risk.

I glanced down. The lengthy bulge beneath my T-shirt wasn't going to go away on its own. I needed a distraction.

Groaning, I rolled out of bed. If I was up this early, I might as well be productive. I glanced at the window. Dawn wasn't yet here, but the grayness was fast lightening. I didn't normally get up before dawn to exercise, but it seemed as plausible a reason to explain it as any.

I changed clothes and tiptoed downstairs, just in case. I doubted I'd wake my daughter, though. Olivia wasn't a particularly light sleeper; about a third of the time I'd have to physically wake her lest she be late for school.

The air was slightly chilly as I stepped into the backyard. Glancing at the blue-green darkness of the water in our pool, I could only guess it would feel even chillier. I dipped in a toe and shivered. Damn fucking chilly. The perfect remedy for the Pringles can I appeared to have stuffed into my swim trunks.

I slipped into the water. "Son of a fucking bitch!" I muttered through clenched teeth. I ducked my head under the water and then launched into a slow crawl. The movement would keep me warm and couple dozen laps would surely tame my overgrown libido.

 

[Lildax]

My little body sprawled accross the bed as I woke up, 6:30 am, even on a Saturday. I yawned ad slid out of bed putting on my slippers as I glanced at my bare legs in the mirror. Usually daddy would be out for a run and I could grab my coffee and start my morning in just his old tshirt and panties.

My nipples hardened as I came downstairs in the worn, faded white "T". You could just barely see the outline of my large,dark aereoli sitting symmetrically on my ample breasts. I pressed at my nipples to calm them down and only made matters worse as the sensation awoke the rest of my body. I needed a distraction, coffee and yoga.

I walked into the kitchen and prepared myself a cup, leaning against the counter as I took my first hot sip. My ass still tingled and burned from the punishment I endured. I walked outside and stretched a bit, finishing my coffee before walking out into the rising sun, standing on our grass looking out at the beautiful view. I smiled as I bent and contortedy body in a myriad of ways. I was a rather flexible girl.

As I bent down, reaching my ankles, the cool air whisked against my panties. As the softest moan escaped my mouth I heard a splash. I looked through my legs to see my father, looking right back at me.

 

[saedo]

The sun had crested the horizon by the time I'd put in my laps. The water was still cold, but the golden light tinged everything with a warm glow.

My efforts to tame my rude libido had worked. The steady exercise of my limbs had drained the blood from my groin and distributed across my muscled body. I finished my last lap feeling the pleasant exhaustion of a good workout.

I placed both hands on the concrete edge and hauled myself out of the pool. Water streamed off me, splattering onto the sidewalk. I hadn't thought to bring a towel, so I'd just have to drip.

City regulations mandated a wooden fence around the pool area to prevent young children from stumbling in. I had to go around to the far side to reach the sidewalk back to the house. It was only then that I discovered I was not alone in the back yard.

Olivia stood in the grass facing away from me, the morning sun making her caramel skin glow. As I watched, she tilted her torso to the left and then the right. I recognized it as part of her yoga routine. I often got up at this time to go for a run or swim, so I'd usually see Olivia and sometimes her mother on their yoga mats in the den, stretching and bending at the direction of some television instructor.

Olivia had been doing this stuff for years. Back before she'd gotten so curvy, she'd been quite the little gymnast. Now that her figure had made vigorous cartwheels and back flips uncomfortable, she'd transitioned into lower impact yoga to maintain her strength and flexibility.

However, my daughter doing yoga wasn't what caught my attention. Rather, it was her attire. Admittedly, I didn't much care for her typical outfit - the tight cloth pants gripped her like a second skin and profoundly emphasized just how plump and pert her ass was. However, even the conservative father I was recognized the absurdity of declaring yoga pants to be too revealing to wear when practicing yoga. I'd reluctantly learned to hold my tongue on that subject.

But Olivia wasn't wearing yoga pants. Or any pants, for that matter. A loose T-shirt dangled down to her thighs, but her caramel skin was bare entirely below. I had but a moment to ponder whether she was wearing anything at all underneath when she bent double at the waist.

The movement hiked the T-shirt up her thighs almost to her lower back, revealing that Olivia wore nothing but panties. I took small comfort in noting that she'd donned a pair of soft cotton panties that covered her cheeks far better than the black lacy things from last night. I likewise recognized that with the tall cedar fence around the backyard, I was likely that only one who might see Olivia. Regardless, being outdoors still felt somewhat public, so I was less than thrilled to discover my teenage daughter flashing her panty-clad butt.

My blood pressure spiked when my glance descended. Olivia's flexibility had her facing directly behind her, albeit upside-down between her legs. Just above my inverted daughter's chin hovered the two largest, roundest breasts I'd ever seen stuffed into a T-shirt. I knew Olivia was busty, but apparently the minimizer bras her mother has her wear had done a spectacular job of disguising her true size. Good Lord, even her nipples were massive - easily as thick around as my thumb, the darker areolae vaguely visible through the thin cotton.

It took me a beat longer for me to recognize what was wrong with this picture. Olivia wasn't wearing a bra. My teenage daughter was doing yoga outside in a flimsy T-shirt and panties and she was letting her stripper-class breasts bounce and jiggle freely in the process.

My feet made wet slaps on the pavement as I dashed to her. Olivia unfolded to an upright position as I approached. I grabbed her by her upper arms and lifted. In my fury, I scarcely noticed that her feet now dangled in midair.

"What the hell are you doing?! You're outside half-naked doing yoga stretches for the whole world to see?! What's wrong with you?! Where are your clothes?!"

 

[Lildax]

Yoga was always the best way to wake up, stretched everything out and relaxed my body and mind for what ever the day might hold. It was also something my mother and I shared, we would wake up and talk and giggle while bending our bodies into pretzels. Daddy didn't know this, but if he went out for his run, mom and I would take our morning ritual outside, wearing what ever we woke up in more often than not.

The backyard was like a guarded fortress, the fence surrounding our property was easily taller than me. Daddy didn't spare a dime when putting in the security system, my friends had started calling him the warden when I complained of his overprotective behaviors. He was stern and very protective, almost fearful that I was becoming a woman. I just hoped he would accept it sooner rather than later.

The gentle breeze blew the perfectly manicured lawn as it tickled my skin. If I was feeling real ballsy and no one was home, I'd often come out and strip, roaming the backyard nude. I'd to my yoga, lay out under the sun, and even go for a swim if I was all alone. I wouldn't dare even mention the words naked and outside to my father. Even just my tshirt and panties felt right. I wasn't wearing that awful minimizer bra that squeezed my breasts into my body, and the sun warmed my bare legs better than any pair of pants could.

I sighed, releived that I didn't come out here naked as my father angrily walked over. I could almost taste the fury as his wet feet slapped against the pavement. I stood up quickly, unsure of what I could have possibly done to enrage him so much. I had often walked around the house in his tshirts and my panties, they had become a staple in my pajama wardrobe. Granted the little girl wearing daddy's shirt that went to her knees back then, looked a bit different now.


Before I could say a word I was at least a foot off the ground dangling by my arm. He had just lifted me like a little rag doll. I initially fought against him and then quickly realized how futile that was. Being practically half the mans size, it's all most comical to fight back. I looked up at him as he held me in the air, my face obviously pained, shocked and frightened.


"D-daddy ow, put me down! It's just the backyard, no one can see me! My yoga pants are in the laundry!"

I whimpered as I tried to reason with the furious man, daddy had become more and more frustrated and short since mom had been away. Something was making him tense. I just wanted to apologize and hug him, sit in his lap and fall asleep on his chest again. He hadn't been affection toward me in quite some time.

Tears welled in my eyes as I saw his rage, I just wanted to hug him and apologize until was blue in the face. But that didn't seem to be his plan.

 

[saedo]

"D-daddy ow, put me down! It's just the backyard, no one can see me! My yoga pants are in the laundry!"

I set Olivia on her feet and glared into her big, puppy-dog eyes. My frown deepened. "You and your mother," I fired back. "Two of a fucking kind. Always one fucking excuse after another."

My voice slid into a mocking falsetto. "Oh, only the backyard. Oh, my pants are in the wash. Oh, I've got a headache. Oh, I'm going take another week looking after my aunt instead of letting one of my two other sisters do their share."

I snarled and let my voice return to normal. "It's always something. Always a reason, always an excuse. And then you just blink your cutesy little eyelashes and give me that adorable little smile and I'm supposed to just go 'Aw shucks' and let you do whatever you want."

I planted both hands on my hips and leaned back slightly, appraising her coldly. "Yeah, I bet you're like that with all the boys at school, too. Bat your eyes and smile. Probably wear your skirts real high or your tops real low. Bet you rev them up like crazy, tease them till they can't see straight. And then you get whatever you want out of them."

"But that's a dangerous road, little girl. Oh sure, you can twist those boys around your finger, no problem. But you're almost out of high school. Soon you'll be out in the world and there you'll meet men. Men who aren't going to let you twist them around with nothing to show for it. Men who are going to expect something when you lead them on. Hard men. Cruel men. And they'll make you pay."

I leaned in close, till my nose was a few inches from hers. "Is that what you want, Olivia? Is that what I need to do? Do I need to show you what a hard man can do to you?"

 

[Lildax]

I looked into my father's stern eyes and then quickly looked down, standing there silently as he unleashed on me. I knew my mother's absence had really frustrated him, but now I could see the anger, I could hear the rage. A shiver went down my back as he calmed his tone and spoke at me, it was his quiet voice that scared me the most.

He had me pegged. I ran through the numerous times I had used my femininity to get what I wanted. However,what he didn't catch was that it wasn't just my peers I could seduce and wrap around my finger; the 4 male teachers I had were just as easy to manipulate. I felt my own inherited anger grow. He was taunting me now, and my stupid pride was winning over my much smarter fear of the huge man in front of me.

"Hard men?! Like Mr. Smith, my calculus teacher? Or Mr. Jones, the physics teacher. Are they 'hard men'?", I started to get bold, ignorantly bold. "Because I have no problem getting what I want from them! And I've done so with my shirt completely buttoned up! Daddy, are you angry that I'm beautiful, or that I know how to use it to get what I want?"

I looked right back into his eyes, fear replaced with some sort of stupid teen courage. The conviction in my expression started to fade as I realized my outburst hardly phased him. If anything it made him angrier. I bit my lip as my eyes got wide, looking up slowly as he rose back to his full height towering over me. What had I done?

 

[saedo]

I don't remember hitting her. One second she was mocking me. The next I remember, I was standing over her as she looked up at me from the grass. Her eyes were wide with shock and her hand clutched her right cheek. Meanwhile, the backside of my hand stung.

Part of me was stunned at the ferocity of my reaction. I'd never struck my daughter like that before. I'd never been so physical with her.

But the rest of me had no time for introspection. I fell atop her, my knees straddling her hips. My left hand closed upon her throat and my fingers curled in slightly. My grip wasn't enough to restrict her breathing, but it was firm enough to let her know just who was in control.

"Don't you ever speak to me like that!" I growled, my rage giving my voice a slight tremor. "I am your father. Don't you dare disrespect me like that." I think I may have repeated myself a few times. I was so angry that I couldn't really say just how long I sat there, pinning her down.

At some point, I noticed that her eyes kept flicking between my face and then somewhere lower down. I tracked her gaze and felt a new wave of shame and anger wash over me. At some point in my rage, my cock had surged to full erection. The thick shaft had escaped past the waistband of my swim trunks. Now a fat pillar of flesh projected along my lower belly.

"Now look at what you've done," I spat. "Are you happy now? Look what you've done to your father. Wound me up just like you do to the boys at school. I hope you're happy."

I scowled down at her, and then continued. "But don't think you can just get away with this behavior, missy. Your mother likes to do the same thing, but then she has to take care of me. Well, you're just as responsible, so now you'll take care of me." I pointed to my massive erection. "Fix it."

 

[Lildax]

I grasped my face as I dropped to the ground. What probably felt like a little swat to him had knocked me right off my feet. Before I could even get a word out, my fathers hand was wrapped around my neck, I knew if he squeezed any tighter I wouldn't be able to breathe. I couldn't believe it, not just my words but his actions. He had me pinned, straddling over me as he growled at me, telling me in a dozen different ways that he was in charge. As his rage grew so did his cock, massive rod pressed against my lower stomach before he sat up. It was my fault, all my fault and now I was told to fix it.

As if his presence wasn't intimidating enough, his cock was equally as monstrous. I had noticed my fathers bulge a few times when my mother teased him, but seeing it in the flesh, the huge bulbous head sitting atop this tower of a shaft. I couldn't help but stare, carnal urges and raging hormones making me forget the man was my daddy and only think about how violently his erection could tear me apart. As he pointed at his cock, his massive hand even seemed small.

"Fix it."

My tiny hands shook as they moved towards it, fingers wrapping around not even able to close around his hot, hard erection. My god, I thought, how did this fit inside my moms small frame. I squeezed and slide my hand up and down unsure of whether this was punishment, or my fathers way of getting what he obviously needed. His balls felt huge and heavy as I felt them in my tiny hands, curiously grasping and rubbing at his cock.

I cautiously yanked at his shirt I was wearing, my nipples were almost painfully hard, like cherries on top of two massive jello molds. As I freed my breasts I felt the skin of my fathers cock nearly burn my cool skin, pressing the massive rod between the huge globes on my chest. I had seen my mother and father make love, I had heard those words before she went through a routine. Usually she started with her hands, then her breasts and finally her mouth, how in the hell did she fit this in her mouth?!

The thought of this cock, the feeling of my breasts against someone else's skin was enough to make my panties cling to my delicate, sensitive pussylips. I let out a soft moan as I squirmed and whimpered, selfishly forgetting my fathers cock as I played with my hard nipples. I quickly returned to the task at hand, remembering this wasn't supposed to be pleasurable, and it certainly wasn't about me.

I pressed my breasts tightly around his cock and allowed my mouth to barely touch the tip, it instantly twitched and reacted to every contact I made with it. Even with my breasts surrounding his rod, there was easily another few inches staring me in the face. I licked at the head curiously, the taste was certainly more than bearable, it was the realization that I was enjoying my fathers cock that made me stop.

"A-am I doing it right? I umm, I've seen you and mom...a-and boys tells me what they wish I would do..."

My voice drifted away. For just a second the lust filled, nubile, cocktease looked like his innocent sweet little girl, just wanting to make her daddy happy.

 

[saedo]

I watched as Olivia tentatively reached for my swollen cock. Her fingers seemed almost tiny next to the meaty shaft. She'd need both hands to get a decent grip. I wondered if she could even manage a hand job.

Olivia, however, had other ideas. She released her grip on me. My initial reaction was fury; her brief touch had been little more than a tease. But before I could react, Olivia reached for her shirt and pulled it away from her body.

I found myself stunned. I'd always known my daughter was busty, but even in my mind's eye I'd never envisioned just quite how large she truly was. Mountains of breast flesh surged forth. I felt my cock swell still further at the sight.

Olivia wasted no time. She guided my throbbing member between her huge orbs. The feel of her silken skin and firm flesh against my stiff rod was heavenly. My over-excited shaft began oozing precum almost immediately.

Olivia, showing skill beyond her years, bent her head. Her very pink tongue flicked out at the tip of my cock. She scooped up a bit of precum and rolled it back into her mouth. The briefest hint of a smile suggested she enjoyed the taste.

A-am I doing it right? I umm, I've seen you and mom...a-and boys tells me what they wish I would do..."

"Let me show you," I grunted. I grabbed her head and bent it further down. My other hand pulled on her chin. "Open wide."

Olivia's luscious lips parted as directed. Her pupils widened as the heavy glans pointed towards her; as big as a clenched fist, the thick crown would not be an easy fit. But my grip on her was unrelenting, so she had no choice but to drop her jaw and hope I would fit.