Message-ID: <14904eli$9809011444@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Norm DePloom" Subject: {ASSM} "Daddy's Girl" part 7 "Karen's Long Night" (Mdom) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <6san1n$6u7$2@nnrp4.snfc21.pbi.net> If you don't like sex stories, don't read it. If you don't like stories about forced sex, don't read it. If you are below the arbitrary age set for your area, don't read it. If for any reason it is illegal for you to read this story, don't read it. Copyright (c) 1998 Norm DePloom. ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted at normdeploom@yahoo.com. All the characters and events in this story are fictional, any resemblance to real people or events is entirely coincidental. This, and all of the "Daddy's Girl" stories is written for and dedicated to a very special 'Little Girl'.- Norm Daddy's Girl Part Seven "Karen's Long Night" by Norm DePloom normdeploom@yahoo.com Karen and her Daddy had a table right next to the stream. Karen craned her neck looking up and down the running water to see if it was an artificial stream, or a real one. At each end of the restaurant the stream entered or left through an opening in the wall. It is, Karen finally decided correctly, a real stream running right down the middle of the restaurant. Once the authenticity of the stream was determined Karen began to look around at the other guests and was surprised to see that virtually every table was occupied by a young woman and an older man. Even though white tablecloths hung nearly to the floor it was obvious that most of the couples were engaging in some form of play under the table while they ate. As was her custom, and her Daddy's desire, Karen sat on his left side so he could keep himself entertained while he ate with his right hand. Steak and crab, wine and desert Karen sat and ate with her skirt up and her legs spread for her Daddy's pleasure. While Karen ate and enjoyed her Daddy's one-handed attentions, she looked around the room and tried to guess what each of the other couples was doing. That one, she thought, is giving her daddy a hand job. Karen automatically thought of each of the older men as a 'daddy'. That one is getting fingered, just like I am. That one is fingering her self. Karen's body jerked as she was suddenly pulled out of her sexual mind reading by a rude pinch to her clitoris. "Let's not be drifting off now," Karen's Daddy instructed her gently rubbing the same spot he had just pinched, "and remember it's not polite to stare." "Yes Daddy." Karen answered looking down at the brilliant white tablecloth with contrition. Karen concentrated her full attention on her Daddy, where it belonged, for the rest of the meal. When Karen and her Daddy arrived back at their room, Karen's Daddy sat on the end of the bed and pulled Karen over to stand in front of him. After slipping his hands inside her T-shirt and up her short skirt to pinch and feel her nipples and wet cunt Karen's Daddy instructed her to take them off and put on her one and only pair of white cotton panties. A surge of fear and excitement ran through her body as Karen pulled the panties up her legs and over her hips. The only reason her Daddy ever told her to put on panties was so he could enjoy pulling them down after he put her across his knees for a spanking. As Karen slowly walked back over to her waiting Daddy she quickly reviewed the day trying to discover what act of misbehavior or rebellion she was being punished for. "What did I do wrong, Daddy?" Karen asked standing in front of him with her eyes cast down at his feet, and her nipples growing hard in anticipation. Karen's Daddy pulled her down onto his lap without answering her question. Laying across his lap with her head on his left side, Karen's Daddy pulled her arms up behind her back and, crossing her wrists, held them firmly in his left hand. With his right hand Karen's Daddy worked her Panties back off her upturned butt and half way down her thighs, where he liked to leave them during a spanking. The panties gave Karen's Daddy a nice erotic view while helping to restrict Karen's legs when she started to kick. Even before the first slap of her Daddy's hand on her waiting butt Karen was already leaking tears in anticipation of the coming pain. This time her anguish was heightened by not knowing what she was being punished for. Even the knowledge that the spanking would, eventually, lead to a fantastic orgasm did not make the beginning any easier to endure. Karen waited the dread building as she tried to anticipate when and where the first slap would land. Karen's body jerked with the first hard slap on her left buttocks. Then there was the dreadful wait for the next slap. Where would it hit? When would it hit? After each slap of her butt Karen's Daddy waited long enough for the dread to build before he slapped her again. After the fifth slap Karen's Daddy paused to run his hand gently over Karen's red burning butt then dip his fingers into her crotch to sample her wetness. "You are being punished," Karen's Daddy finally answered her question as the tip of his finger wiggled into her asshole, "for my pleasure only, not for any misbehavior on your part." Karen's Daddy removed his fingertip from Karen's ass and without any other warning the slaps on her but continued. Karen bucked with each slap and tried to kick her legs. Real tears streamed down her cheeks as she cried from real pain. But along with the real pain was the growing real need to be fucked by her Daddy. "If I only punish you when you are naughty," Karen's Daddy continued to explain as he spanked her already red sore butt harder and harder, "then you would be in control of when you got punished, and we can't have that. Can we?" "N...N...No...Da...Daddy." Karen answered between sobs as her Daddy continued to abuse her hot burning butt. Karen could feel her Daddy's hard cock pushing against her stomach and wiggled against it hopping to distract her Daddy from continued spanking of her already painful butt. After ten more swats Karen's Daddy stopped once again and let his hand gently massage her hot skin. "My little slut is wet from her spanking." He commented as his fingers explored her open wet cunt. Karen tried to push her cunt onto his fingers only to have him withdraw them and pull her to her feet, her hands still held behind her back. Karen looked at her Daddy expectantly, surely, she thought, he's going to fuck me know. Karen's look changed to one of silent begging for release, her need to be fucked almost as painful as the burning skin on her butt. Karen's Daddy walked her to the corner of the room and made her kneel with her face to the wall. With a waning to keep her hands crossed behind her back, Karen's Daddy left her and went about some unseen business in the room. Karen was sure that the whole room must be bathed in a soft red glow from her burning butt. She desperately wanted to reach between her legs and relieve the painful need throbbing in her wet cunt. After the strange noises died down Karen's Daddy pulled her to her feet with a handful of hair and walked her over to the bed. A flood of anticipatory relief washed over Karen. He's going to fuck me now, was her only thought. Karen's Daddy laid her on the bed then locked each of her wrists in manacles that he had installed on the headboard. MMMMM, Daddy's going to have to pay for that, Karen thought good-naturedly as she spread her legs in anticipation of the fuck she so desperately needed. "Put your legs down." Karen's joy evaporated her Daddy wasn't going to fuck her yet. Karen watched as her Daddy turned to the dresser, then turned back holding a long thin paddle, much like a wide ruler with a taped handle. With a movement almost to quick to follow Karen's Daddy slammed the paddle down across both her nipples. Karen's body jerked, pulling against the manacles as she yelped in pain. As Karen's Daddy watched the pain spread through Karen's breasts, he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, then after pulling the tail from this trousers casually tossed it across Karen's face, effectively blindfolding her so once again she had to wait with mounting dread for the next unseen strike of the paddle. The aching need to be fucked grew and spread from her wet open cunt as each blow of the paddle landed on her stomach, breasts, or thighs. After ten swats from the paddle Karen waited with her body tensed for the next blow, then just as she finally relaxed she heard her Daddy's hissing whisper in her ear. "Does Daddy's little whore want to be fucked?" "Oh god yes Daddy," she wailed through her sobs, "please fuck you little whore, Daddy." "Lift and spread you legs, slut." Karen's Daddy ordered. "And don't close them for any reason." Karen lifted her legs with knees bent and spread them as far as she could. Then lay on the bed expecting to feel her Daddy climbing onto the bed to fuck her. As the seconds passed without a sound or a movement of the bed Karen was tempted to close her legs, to protect her exposed wet cunt but did not dare. Suddenly, without warning, her Daddy brought the paddle down directly on her open cunt hitting her cunt lips and her swollen clitoris. Karen's back arched and Karen emitted a high pitched keening sound half pain half orgasmic pleasure as the intense sensations cursed through her body. Three more blows each delivered as soon as her body relaxed from the last wave of pleasure/pain elicited the same response. Then she was left panting on the bed, afraid that her Daddy would paddle her pussy again, and afraid that he wouldn't. As her body relaxed from the last blow to her cunt Karen felt her wrists being released from the manacles. Her body was turned on its stomach and pulled to the side of the bed so her knees rested on the floor and her torso stretched out across the mattress. Karen's Daddy grabbed hair on each side of her head with his hands and pulled her head up off the mattress. Karen found her self looking at a mirror reflecting her own tear streaked face. Behind her, holding her hair like horse reins her Daddy was kneeling, preparing to plunge his large hard cock into her wet eager cunt. "I have a new little mare name 'Slut' and I'm going to ride her hard." Karen's Daddy said as he shook her hair like he was signaling a horse to 'giddy-up' and plunged his cock into her in one swift motion. "Ride your slut Daddy," Karen shouted, "ride her hard." Karen's orgasm started as soon as her Daddy's hard cock plunged into her wet, still tender cunt and didn't stop until hours later when she found herself cuddled up with her sleeping Daddy wondering what in the world this fair he mentioned during dinner was all about. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----