A young girl wants to obey her father's rules and avoid his discipline. Bad Girl's Get Spanked By mypenname Copyright When my mom took my fraternal twin sister to visit my grandparents for three weeks she made me promise to take care of Daddy. But I very much doubt she meant for her eighteen-year-old daughter to take over all her wifely duties. And I wanted to be a good girl like I promised Mom. Yesterday, Daddy took my virginity in the changing room of a lingerie store.
I was modeling my new sexy underwear for him, and that excited him. His dick was so hard, in such pain, I had to be a good girl and satisfy him. And it was amazing submitting to him. I surrendered my body to Daddy and he rewarded me with ecstasy. His thick cock popped my chair and had had me moaning. It was so risky. We could have been caught, but Daddy didn't care.
He reveled in the risk. It made the sex so hot. Since I was on Summer break, Daddy expected me to clean the house. And be naked the whole time. I wondered if he made Mom do this.
She was so submissive, too. She was always waiting on him, loving him by keeping the house clean, making great meals, and giving him constant sex. My sister and I would hear them all the time. She was such a fifties housewife. I learned at school that women shouldn't be subservient to their husbands and boyfriends, but Mom was so happy doing it. And now I understood. Which was why I cleaned the house naked. It brought such a rush.
I wanted to call Mom and ask her if she did the same thing. Was she naked while my sister and I were in school? Did her hot pussy drip juices down her thighs as she scampered about the house, reveling in the thrill of nudity? But I couldn't ask her. Mom could never know how much I replaced her. It would break her heart. When she returned, I would go back to my normal role as daughter, and Mom would take care of Daddy the way she always had.
But I didn't want this to end. Last night, in bed, Daddy had made love to me. He had licked and caressed and touched every wonderful part of my body. My pussy grew wetter just remembering his strong lips nuzzling into my cunt and tonguing me to orgasm after orgasm. I bucked and gasped on his bed, making all those wonderful noises Mom would make.
Such a handsome, hunky stud. I had dinner cooking in the crock-pot when Daddy came home. The moment I heard his car pull into the driveway, I did what Mom would do—I rushed to the door to greet him. I stood naked, trembling, my nipples hard atop my round breasts. I glimpsed his shadowy figure through the frosted window. I reached out and opened the door, smiling at my Daddy. He was so tall, his muscular chest stretching the dress shirt he wore.
And his hair was dark. It made him seem so powerful and dangerous. I straightened my back more, thrusting my round breasts out. I was proud of them. They were growing nicely, bigger than Alice's, my fraternal twin. Her tits were smaller. She was such a brat I was glad I had one thing better than her.
Daddy stepped into the house and closed the door before anyone saw I was naked. But the thrill made me so wet. I squeezed my thighs tight together as Daddy took off his suit jacket. I took that from him along with his tie.
I knew Mom's routine. I had seen it so many times growing up. It was always the same. I raced upstairs to put the tie, suit jacket, and briefcase where they belonged before rushing back downstairs and finding dad sitting in his recliner. I froze, realizing there was something I had to do before the massage. Blushing, I dashed back to the kitchen to get him a bottle of his favorite beer. I returned and presented it to him. He didn't comment on my mistake.
Idiots fucked up the project and they needed Daddy to rescue their asses. I set them aside before pulling off his dress socks and exposing his large feet. His toes were so thick. I grabbed his right foot and began massaging it. Mom had talked to me about it before. It was a rare time were I wasn't banished from the living room like usual. Normally, my sister and I were not allowed to be in the living room when Mom massaged Daddy's feet.
It's wonderful and intimate. The same glint he had now. I knew what it meant—possessive, dominating. He was the reason I was naked and my brown hair was in a long braid. Daddy liked women with braided hair. Mom's hair was always braided. I had seen Daddy holding it and leading her around like it was her leash while Mom smiled all the time. Daddy drank his beer and we chit-chatted while I massaged his feet.
I imagined other men would come home and watch TV before dinner, but my parents always talked about their day to each other, catching each other up as Mom massaged his foot. It was so romantic. I felt so close to Daddy and so jealous of Mom. I hoped she never returned from Grandma's.
After I massaged his feet, we had dinner. The chicken was a little rubbery from the crock-pot, but Daddy didn't complain. Instead of watching TV after dinner, Daddy fucked me hard.
It was so wonderful. He bent me over the dining room table and took me from behind. Then he threw me down on the couch and mounted me. We ended up in his bed, the headboard banging while I screamed my lungs out in absolute delight. I loved taking Mom's place. I was Daddy's good girl. He was dressed and ready for work, but he held a tube in one hand and a curious, tapered object made of out stainless steel in the other.
It was as thick as two of my fingers at its widest then tapered off to a rounded end. There was a small, circular handle at the bottom. I pressed my face to the carpet. I was naked like yesterday. Daddy knelt behind me. Was he going to fuck me one last time before work?
He had already taken me in the shower, pumping his incestuous cum into my teenage womb as my breasts rubbed against the tiled wall.