Author Unknown: Glenda gets hers

Connected to the corset with garters were a pair of black net stockings, sexily shading the red-head's lithe, shapely gams. On her feet, she wore black stiletto-heeled shoes.

She looked incredible! Flame-red hair, sexy hazel eyes, queen-sized titties, wet, smooth snatch, and that outrageous outfit! It was enough to make a fellow cream in his BVDs!

Which is almost what Police Chief Farrell did as he gawked at his nubile nineteen year old daughter, standing in front of him in his bedroom.

"Like it, Daddy?" Glenda cried musically, spinning around as she displayed her ensemble.

Rupert became aware that the perfume she wore was very enticing. He was also aware of the uncomfortable bulge in his pants…

"It's… It's very sexy, Glenda!" he managed to gasp thickly, blushing to the roots.

"Now, Daddy," Glenda said gaily, darting over to his dressing table. "I want you to get all dressed up for your little girl!"

"Huh?" Rupert inquired a little stupidly.

"Here! I've laid everything out for you to put on!" Glenda remarked briskly, stepping aside to show him what she meant.

Rupert's old policeman uniform, from when he was a cop on a beat, was laid out neatly across the table. Alongside the uniform and his hat were his gun in its holster, his handcuffs, and his billy club.

"Honey, your old man is getting just a little bewildered," Rupert Farrell admitted with a shaky chuckle.

"We're going to have a wild, fun party, Daddy!" Glenda cried, pouting girlishly, "Please play! Now! I'll go into my room and put on some music, and when I come back, I hope to see you all dressed up like a big, mean cop! Won't it be fun? We'll act out a fun little play, just you and me!"

With that, the naughty red-head skipped out of the room and entered hers, which was just two doors down the hall. Glenda's heart was pounding wildly. Kittenish, druggy delight soared through her. She felt high as a kite, and totally exhilarated.

She had planned this little party for some time, ever since it had occurred to her that her dear, big, handsome father had the hots for her. She had seen it in his eyes.

And that thought had driven her wild with a strange, obsessive fire. Odd, confused images crashed through her sex-starved brain. She began to concoct a lurid little fantasy, a fantasy she knew she had the power to make come true…

She went over to her stereo and selected an Aretha Franklin album. She put it on, then primped in the mirror, and swayed majestically out of the room, heading towards her father and a kinky, off the wall fantasy come to life…

As she stepped into Rupert's room, Aretha's voice could be heard wailing over the speakers in Glenda's room the opening lyrics of A Man And A Woman…

Glenda moaned softly, bright spots of color burning in her cheeks, her eyes flashing as she stared at the spectacle before her.

Police Chief Rupert Farrell stood masterfully in the middle of the room. His blue cap was pushed back rakishly on his head. He looked tall and proud in his spruce blue cop uniform, with its gleaming silver badge.

His gun bulged in the holster at his waist. His billy club was clutched in one big, meaty paw. His eyes were furrowed, stem and savage, blazing orbs of smoky gray…

Rupert smacked the billy club in his hand as he stared at his buxom, scantily clad daughter. Savage heat was igniting in his loins. He felt power and excitement almost overwhelm him as he slipped into the role he now knew his daughter wanted him to play.

"Marijuana and porn!" he snarled in a deep, gravelly voice. "Enough to put you away for a year, girl! I oughta run you in. Yeah, I oughta run you in right now!"

"Oh, please, Daddy! I'm sorry I was so naughty! I promise never to be so beastly again!" Glenda pleaded, batting her lashes at him innocently and poking out her lower lip.

"The law is the law, Glenda," Rupert said harshly. "And my job is to enforce that law. To keep the scum from polluting our pristine environment. Clean, strong law enforcement. Purification. That's my job, hitch. And you're stepping on my toes."

Raw lust was creeping into his voice, and Glenda shuddered, dark, primal feelings starting to swirl all through her body. She felt her nipples growing hard. She felt her pussy growing hot and wet and oh so itchy…

"Oh. Daddy! I'll do anything to make up for it!" Glenda wailed petulantly, real tears glistening on her long lashes.

Rupert strode over to the bed and swept up the handcuffs in one beefy paw. Striding forward, he frowned at her fiercely, flexing is muscles as he towered above his buxom daughter.

"Look at you! Dressed up like a fuckin' slut!" Police Chief Farrell snarled. "Your mother must be spinning in her grave! Come on! Put out your hands, slut!"

"Oh, Daddy! You're so cruel!" whimpered Glenda, but she docilely extended her hands.

An illicit thrill shot through the stoned teenager as she felt the cold iron cuffs clamp tightly around her slender wrists. She was trembling in excitement. Her head was positively spinning.

"Come over here!" commanded Farrell authoritatively, pulling her by the cuffs over to the foot of the bed.

He grabbed up one of the ties she had given him. He knotted one end around the chain linking the cuffs. He took the other end and tied it securely around the bed post.

Taking another tie, he knotted it and slipped it around her neck. Cinching it tight, he tied the end of it to the bed post, too.

Glenda was thoroughly incapacitated! The tie chafed her neck deliciously, making the blood pound in her temples. She was moaning softly with almost delirious delight.

"Oh, Daddy, what are you going to do?" Glenda wailed querulously, but her eyes were sparkling with greedy excitement.

"I'm going to teach you one helluva lesson, babe!" Farrell announced gruffly. "Hell, maybe you're right. Maybe I can't run you in. Wouldn't look right, a cop turning in his own flesh and blood. Cop's gotta enforce the laws in his own family. Use a firm hand. Keep the rebellious ones under control. I'm gonna teach you a lesson you'll never forget, Glenda. Yeah, this is gonna be the time that Glenda got hers…"

He picked up the riding crop, gripping the phallic leather end in the strong fingers of his right hand. His gray eyes burned with savage passion as he regarded Glenda's ripe buttocks.

The corset-like garment looked very alluring from behind, too. A gossamer stripe of lace hiked up her butt crack, forming a thin strap around her waist. The full globes of her rounded, snow white bubble buns were completely revealed.

Licking his dry lips, Rupert lifted the champagne bottle and gulped down a few mouthfuls of the bubbly liquid before turning his attention to Glenda's derriere once more.

Bracing himself, he lifted his arm high and gave a savage grunt as he swung the riding crop down hard across Glenda's tender bottom. The resilient crop snapped vigorously across her buns, making a loud, sharp cracking sound.

An instant later, a long rosy mark burned across the tender white globes of Glenda's rump. Glenda's body jerked violently as her father laid into her tingling buttocks.

She gave a high-pitched yelp, tears springing to her eyes as pain sang through her veins, savage music which thrilled her to the core. She choked back sobs of hysterical delight as Rupert swung his arm again and again, raining her agonized buttocks with brutal swipes of the stinging leather crop.

Rupert was panting thickly, sadistically loving the reverberation of each blow along his arm as he whipped his buxom daughter's aching rump again and again. She started screaming lustily, tossing her thick mane of flame red hair, plaintively begging him to stop, to have mercy.

But he could tell from her voice that she really wanted it, more than anything else in the world. And even if she hadn't wanted it, he was so caught up in the brutal fantasy, it was doubtful whether he would have stopped. His raging hardon strained savagely against the confines of his blue trousers and his boxer shorts, demanding release.