Shirley James - Daddy_s darling

Hamilton Burns shifted in his chair. He was enjoying this. Oh God, was he enjoying this! He loved his two daughters, just like any other devoted father, but for some reason he was genuinely getting off on making them squirm like this. He figured he knew why he liked it so much: it was the humiliation angle, the way he made his two children ashamed of what they had done. By doing this to them he reminded them that he was the powerful, all-knowing father figure, and that they had to obey his every word implicitly or else they would invoke his unending wrath.

"Now, then, Tricia," Hamilton went on, making only a token attempt to conceal the vast amount of pleasure that he was deriving from this, "I hope that you understand that you've done something wrong, something that you shouldn't have done, I hope you know that you've been a bad little girl."

"A bad little girl." The words stung Tricia like a slap across the face, and all of a sudden all the years of resentment and anger came rushing out of her. She hated this man, this inhuman bastard who had used to spank her, who locked her into dark rooms. She hated him more than she hated any other person or thing on earth. She could hear the ugly old bastard saying something else then, but she didn't bother to hear what it was. There was nothing this stupid fart could say that she had any interest in. "And another thing, you ungrateful little slut…" the voice of Hamilton Burns was saying…

"Go to hell!" a voice was yelling, and Tricia was startled to realize that the voice was her own. "Nobody wants to hear anything you have to say, you fat old shitface, so go fuck yourself with a cattle prod!"

For a long time it seemed as though the entire world had suddenly gone silent all at once. Tricia looked at her father, wondering how he would react to what she had just done. There was a startled look on his face as though his daughter had just whipped out a gun and shot him. Then, ever so slowly, ever so slowly and gradually, the look of pained amazement melted away and was replaced by raw, seething anger. Oh shit, Tricia thought to herself, oh fuckin' bloody shit. I'm in it for now. I'm really in for it now.

Hamilton Burns stood up very slowly and deliberately, and beckoned in the direction of his daughter. "Tricia," he said to her silently. "Tricia, come here."

Tricia did not want to obey. She felt that she had to turn and run, to get away from this man before he locked her in any more bathrooms. But there was no place to run to, no place to turn. "Tricia, come here," she could hear the horrible man repeating to her. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. I want you to come here!"

She did not dare obey him, but neither did she not dare disobey. She knew that sooner or later she would have to give in, she would have to submit. "Tricia, this is your father. Please come here this instant." There was a pause, a very long pause, and then the girl could feel her feet turning her around and bringing her towards her father. Run, shouted her mind, turn around and run your fuckin' ass off. But her body kept on dragging her forcibly towards the man.

Hamilton was pleased that his daughter had apparently learned to obey. "Very good, Tricia," she could hear him saying to her. "You've been a very bad little girl, I want you to realize that. I'm not going to hurt you, though, even though you've been bad. Even though you've been so bad that I would have every right in the world to do THIS!"

It happened to fast for her to resist. Two hands were shooting out at her and grabbing her, hoisting her into the air and then dropping her across her father's knees. She squealed in panic stricken terror as she knew what was going to come next, and tried to struggle, but one big hand was pinning her down, holding her captive. "I'm going to spank you, little bitch," she could hear her father saying. "I'm going to thrash your worthless little ass until it glows. I'm going to pound you good."

Tricia could feel the big hand sliding up beneath the skirt of her outfit, pushing it up around her armpits and exposing her bra and panties beneath. As soon as Hamilton Burns save those ripe delicious buttocks trapped within the filmy wisp of nylon and those luscious breasts straining tautly within the confines of the bra, he knew that he had to subdue this bitch. The very thought of it was satisfying to him, and he could feel his trembling phallus suddenly grow hard and firm within his trousers.

The red haired girl, pinned against his lap like that, could suddenly feel something coming to life between her father's legs, and she knew what it was. And she knew why. The thought of what was about to happen to her started her screaming all over again. Her father silenced her with a brisk slap across the buttocks.

"Keep quiet, you little bitch," he whispered hoarsely. "You keep your fuckin mouth shut and take what I give you, and you fuckin' well better like it." And then he was tearing at the fabric of her panties, ripping them to shreds and then flinging them aside. "I want that sweet little rump of yours. I'm going to have it right here and I'm going to have it right now." And with that he was spanking her anew.

She whined and moaned and writhed and twisted, but it was all to no avail. Time and again the hand flew out and down and spanked her bare behind. Again and again it fell, and each time it descended it sent a fresh spasm of hot searing agony into the young girl's ripe red buttocks.

Tricia sobbed and whimpered in abject humiliation. She hated this man, and she detested what he was doing to her. She wanted him to stop, but there was no way in the world that he would listen to her if she pleaded with him, and Tricia knew it.

The pain got worse, and she started to whimper. "Please," she entreated at last. "Please stop hurting me, Daddy. I can't take it any more. Please stop hurting me."

"Shut your slut mouth, you little bitch." Hamilton Burns practically spat the words out. "Why should I pay any attention to what a stupid little bitch like you had to say? I'm going to spank you good, little bitch, I'm going to spank you until you beg for more."

"But it hurts," Tricia whimpered, screwing up her eyes to keep the tears from coming out, "There's too much pain!"

Her father grinned sadistically. "There can never be too much pain for a worthless young slut like you. A little pain is good for you. It's what you deserve." He kept on pounding her remorselessly, battering his hard hand against the yielding mounds of her ass. "I suppose you really thought you were such a grown-up young woman, going to bed with every single boy you could find. I suppose that it really made you feel slick, and hip, and sophisticated. Well it made you look like the stupid little bitch that you are. Do you actually think that a single one of those boys gave a damn for you? If you think that you're crazy. You were nothing to them except another pussy to fuck and some titties to suck. You meant nothing at all to them. And you thought you were so smart, so grown-up, so sophisticated. You stupid little pussy. Oh, you stupid, stupid little pussy," And as he spoke he kept right on spanking her, he kept on exploding her hot little ass!

Something that her father said had struck a sore spot in Tricia. She began to realize that her father was actually right. She really had been desperately putting on an act, frantically trying to appear like a grown woman instead of the little girl that she was. And she was a little girl, Tricia knew now. Only seventeen years old, and barely out of puberty. She would still have quite a lot of growing to do before she could justifiably call herself a woman.

Hamilton Burns kept on spanking this haughty bitch until at last he figured that she had had enough. Suddenly he shot violently to his feet, and she shrieked in terror and surprise and tumbled to the floor. There was a sickening thud when she landed, and then she lay quite still.