wendy's turn

[deWrack]

Dwight Mason's wife Lori had died a year ago. The two of them were actually never married, but rather had lived together since their mid-20s, when Lori had been impregnated, and ultimately gave birth to a gorgeous baby girl, Gwendolyn.
Known simply as Wendy, the girl grew up with full disclosure of the fact that her mom and dad weren't married, though they loved each other very much.
She also grew up - once she was old enough to learn about sex - with full disclosure of her parents' sado-masochistic love life.
Dwight and Lori frequented bondage parties in the Phoenix area, were members of the Arizona Power Exchange, and often held meet and greets at their home.
With Lori having been gone a year now, Dwight had been thinking about his future along these lines.
Wendy was 18 now. And dear God did she resemble her mother, Dwight thought. In fact, Wendy looked like Lori during a period of time that her mother actually wanted nothing to do with Dwight, early in college. His courtship of her was never actually completed, as they never did get married.
But while Dwight had begun to lust after certain elements of Wendy, and his somewhat hedonistic lifestyle might have led to him instigating a physical relationship with his daughter, he had balked.
It's just not right. He knew this. What would Lori say?
There came a day, however. That day Dwight was looking through a set of papers on the kitchen counter, and came across a notepad. On it were random scribblings, obviously the handiwork of Wendy.
He absent-mindedly flipped through the pages until he found something he was sure he was never supposed to see.
It was a drawing of a girl who looked exactly like Wendy. She had her hands cuffed behind her back, and was on her knees and shoulders, her head looking upward.
Standing in front of this naked girl was .... Dwight. Naked, his cock (drew proportionally larger than it actually was, he thought) was dangling in front of him over the girl's head.
It was a cartoon, obviously. The only one saying anything was, naturally, the man.
What he was saying was the clincher that told Dwight he had to address this situation.
"Suck daddy's cock like a good girl, Wendy," said the man in the drawing.

 

[Lick_My_Kitty]

Wendy sighed softly as she dug through her purse, fishing around for her keys. It had been a long day, and she just wanted to get home, yearned to get out of her school uniform, and for the first time today, take a breath and relax.

Wendy, 18 years old, was told that she looked almost exactly like her mother. Long black hair that fell to her waist, slender figure, about 5’3”, and rather ample breasts. In a way, she was happy about that. Her mother was gorgeous. Wendy, though she had enough attention from men around her age, really never paid any mind to any of them, for she was often interested in older men.

She didn’t really know when it started, these fantasies about her dad, she figured that it was around the time that she had seen her mother and father doing things that she knew herself at the time were wrong. She had stayed and watched for a while, and a few times, she even wished that she had shown herself, though she never did.

The fantasies progressed as Wendy grew, and a few times, she found herself crying out to her father, of course she knew this was wrong, but it seemed to make it all the more tantalizing.

She started writing things down, drawing things, she did so in random notebooks that she found around the house, in a way, having this as her ‘out’ for her sexual wants and needs for her father.

She sighed as she walked through the door, dropping her bag and tossing her purse on the couch. She looked around the corner, her wide eyes blinking slowly. “Dad? Dad I’m home…” She called, walking into the hall from the living room to the kitchen. She peered around the corner, seeing him facing the counter, apparently reading something. “Daddy, you ok…?” She asked softly, her head tilting lightly off to the side, having stopped in the doorway to the kitchen.

 

[deWrack]

Dwight

Wendy came in, and he heard her. Heard he voice, too. He couldn't look up from the paper for a minute, though.
It was either a fear of how she would look to him given this new development, or just an astonishment at the drawing. Nevertheless, when he heard her inquire if he was 'ok' he knew he'd delayed long enough.
He held the legal pad in his hand and turned his head to the left. There she stood, still in her uniform, with her gorgeous hair flowing down her back, head tilted to the side.
Just like her mom, he thought.
"Yeah, honey. I think I'm all right. Can we talk about this for a minute?"
He hated how it came out of his mouth. It sounded like she was in trouble and she assuredly wasn't. At the same time, the matter at hand did involve discipline, so perhaps it was fitting.
He walked past her and sat on the couch, then dropped the notepad onto the coffee table where she could see what he was referring to.
"This looks an awful lot like stuff me and your mom used to do. But I notice there's some real interesting verbiage that goes along with this picture that tells me this isn't a drawing of me and your mom.
"So Wendy, you want to come sit with me and talk to me about it...or should i just put the cuffs on you and let you see what it's really like?"
Of course, the second offering was a test joke. Sure he was sexually attracted to Wendy, who wouldn't be? But it was still, after all, his daughter. His direction would be dictated by her response to the proposition.
She stood still in front of him, and in his mind suddenly he could see the life-sized version of that drawing, and wasn't a bit surprised to find that it pleased him, turned him on.
He wanted to watch his daughter suck his cock while she lay in the floor handcuffed.

 

[Lick_My_Kitty]

When Wendy saw that notebook with her drawing down on the coffee table, her face flushed bright red. Her eyes were wide and her fingers were picking at one another lightly, nervously. “Dad….I-“ She cut herself, off, her eyes looking off to the side.

To say the least, she didn’t catch the joke, nor if she did, would she find it very amusing. His tone alone told her that she couldn’t really fox her way out of this one. “Daddy I-I…” She shook her head walking over to the couch and sitting down beside him.

“Daddy I-I know it looks bad…” She said softly, her voice quiet and hushed. She didn’t know weather he was angry, or just disappointed. His tone of voice didn’t really let any emotion pass. “I’m sorry…” She said quietly, her eyes on the floor, her arms wrapping around her legs and hugging them to her chest.

“I didn’t think anyone would find it….you usually just throw all that out on the counter….” She sighed softly, her forehead resting against her knees.

Her mind drifted off to what her punishment would be. She counted on it being along the lines of no other human interaction for the next week or so.

Slowly, she looked up. She couldn’t hold his gaze though, she knew she couldn’t, and quickly looked to the floor once more. “So…what’s it gonna be…?” She asked softly, her dark hair falling over her shoulders once more.

 

[deWrack]

Dwight

He put his arm around her and pulled Wendy near. She still wouldn't look up, but he was going to soften her up quickly. He'd been purposely difficult to read, and now he was going to tell her straight.
"I'll tell you what it's going to be Wend," he said softly, but strongly. "I'm going to give you a choice."
She looked up quickly, a confused look on her face.
"Yep, a choice," he cut back to his speech before she could say anything. "You can either take your mom's place as my slave, or..."
She looked up again, her mouth agape.
"Yes...I'm serious," he assured. "Or, a second choice. You can bring me all your notebooks, and we'll burn all the drawings or notes you've made about any of this, and we'll never speak of it again."
She looked confused again. Sh didn't look like she believed how easy he was being on her.
Depending on her choice, she was going to find out that 'easy' is a relative term.
Dwight's cock was throbbing in response to the tension of this moment. He knew he wanted to fuck Wendy, but before he ever would, he was hoping he could show her a thing or two about discipline, as well.

 

[Lick_My_Kitty]

Wendy thought that maybe the man was joking. Her eyes blinked repeatedly, not really catching what he was saying. This was her dad; he was supposed to be the one not looking at her, maybe not even talking to her. Though it was the other way around completely. His voice was so calm, it was so hard to believe.

Slowly though, Wendy tried sliding from his arms, though he held her tight. She blushed a bright red and looked up to him once more. “But…daddy we shouldn’t…” She said quietly, biting her lower lip gently. She shook her head quickly, blushing still. “No, daddy we really shouldn’t….”

Wendy’s body was lifted from his, though as soon as she pushed back, she was forced right back down. “Daddy!” She nearly shrieked. Though it was a pleasant one. Her wide, almost innocent eyes stared up to his, her body squirming gently against his. Slowly, she nodded, leaning into him and wrapping her arms around his neck. “A-…alright daddy…” She said softly, till blushing a bit. “But…no one’s going to know…right…?” She asked softly, looking off to the side. She still couldn’t look right at him. She didn’t know why.

 

[deWrack]

Dwight knew that he was reaching a point of no return, and when Wendy said, 'alright' and asked for reassurance that no one else would find out, he became convinced that she was ready for what she'd been fantasizing about for who knows how long.
He had shoved her by the shoulders back to the couch before she'd coalesced. Now that she was down, it was time for him to make the difference between them more pronounced. Dwight stood up, his hands on both of her shoulders.
"You need to get down into the floor, Wendy," he calmly ordered. "Move the coffee table, give yourself some room, and get down on your knees. I want to look at you where you want to be. Where you belong."
She looked unsure, but it wasn't the same unease that had previously crossed her face. It was the look of someone looking for approval of her actions by her superior.
By her father. By her Master.
She knelt in the floor, and Dwight smiled slightly, but quickly put the look of appeasement away.
"You stay right there, and don't move an inch," he said. He took stock of where she knelt in proportion to the coffee table and the couch, and turned to walk to his room.
"I will return in a moment. Once again, I want you to stay put."

 

[Lick_My_Kitty]

Wendy watched him walk off. She stayed kneeling right were she was, at least as best she could. Every once and a while she would feel herself squirming. Why; she did not know. It seemed like forever, waiting for him to come back, and while she waited, her mind raced.

Had she made the right choice? She had only wanted this for lord knows how long. Fantasized about it for years. So why was she having second thoughts. To the thought of her mother kneeling here, calling the man master…It seemed to push past all the other worries.

She blushed a bit, realizing what she might be doing with him. She bit her lower lip gently, her head shaking quickly. She had gotten herself into this; she couldn’t back out now, right?

She listened closely for the sounds of his footsteps. None came, so lightly, she shifted her weight. The way she was kneeling wasn’t the most conferrable in the world, she rethought moving a few times, though each time she did, it always ended with the same answer. It was better to be uncomfortable then having daddy upset with her for not following his request.

 

[deWrack]

Dwight had walked into his room and reached into his pocket for his keys.
"How long's it been since I unlocked this thing," he asked himself, referring to the box of sexual goodies in the floor of his closet.
It had been a long while. Probably a month before the death of Wendy's mom, as a matter of fact. Now, he had a willing follow-up participant kneeling and waiting for his return in his living room floor.
He stepped back, and sat at the foot of his bed, wondering if he was actually going to go through with venturing into 'the lifestyle' with ... his daughter?
Really?, he thought.
He looked at his watch. He'd come upstairs more than five minutes ago and he wondered if Wendy had obeyed him. The image of her in her school uniform, waiting in the floor for whatever her dad had waiting for her upon his return intrigued him enough to at least motivate himself to stand up and get what he'd come up here to get in the first place.
He unlocked the box, made a decided effort to not linger over its total content, and found what he was looking for. He closed the box and pushed it back into its corner on the right-hand side of the closet.
Dwight then quickly left his room and made his way back down the steps.
There was Wendy, obediently in the same position she'd been in when he left her.
"That's a good girl," he said, walking behind her and petting her hair.
He wasn't going to overdo her in this first interaction, he decided. But as soon as he removed a pair of steel handcuffs from his pocket, Wendy beamed.
"Take off your shirt, your bra and lift your skirt over your waist,' he ordered. He wasn't mean about it but rather stern, detached and to the point.
Wendy looked confused just long enough to catch his attention. Quickly and without giving her warning or opportunity to recoil, Dwight reached out and smacked her across the face, just hard enough for it to bite.
"Do not hesitate when I ask you to do something, Wendy. That is something you need to learn very quickly. Now, do as daddy asks."
Wendy began to undress, trying not to move further in the floor as she did.

 

[Lick_My_Kitty]

She couldn’t help but get a little excited when she had seen the metal cuffs. She blushed, and soon heard him asking her to take off her shirt bra, and pull up her skirt. She blinked and blushed a bit more, the pink tint turning a crimson red. She hesitated, and before she could move, his flesh connected with hers. She bit her lower lip gently, her wide eyes looking back up to him. It started to become painfully clear that daddy wasn’t being daddy anymore.

Slowly, she did as she was told, her fingers working to unbutton her white uniform shirt. Underneath, was a black bra, no lace, but it was made so that it accented her already rather ample breasts.

As she took both off, she looked up to him, blushing and waiting. She jumped a bit, remembering to pull up her skirt. She did just as she was told pulling up her already short skirt to her waist, exposing her legs and the thigh-high stockings that she had adorning them.

Once more, she looked up to him, awaiting his praise, or whatever was going to come. She was still blushing that bright red, rather embarrassed to have exposed herself like this to her own father.


(Sorry that took so long to reply, I really haven't been on all that much >.< I'll be on more regularly now)