Daddy/daughter fantasy

[maryfj1972]

The following is purely a D/d fantasy. I do not advocate the hurting of children, but where can we be free if not in our literature and our writing?
This is from my website: thedisciplineofmary.wordpress.com

Anna Gray

The day was already unbearably hot as the little girl sat alone on the front porch. The morning sun was strong and she felt the heat on her head and it made it hurt; a trickle of sweat slid down the back of her dress as at it made contact with her damp panties. She was holding a dilapidated copy of Charlotte’s Web, a book she’d read a hundred times. She tried to begin reading for the 101st time, but couldn’t concentrate and kept reading the same line over and over…”…one of the pigs is a runt. It’s very small and weak, and it will never amount to anything. So your father decided to do away with it…” Maybe she couldn’t read because it was hot. Maybe it was because her head hurt. Maybe it was because she was hungry. As Anna Gray contemplated her inability to move past Wilbur’s plight, a six foot-enormous shape blocked the punishing sun causing her to look up and squint.
“Anna, you’ll get sunburned sitting out here. Come on inside and cool off,” said the man , his voice a deep whisper. That’s how he spoke; in a deep, hoarse whisper, slow and deliberate. He was never one to say much, but when he did it was important and he caused the listener to lean in and to focus on what he was saying. Francis Gray extended his hand to the girl and after she pondered the proffered hand, she extended hers. His hand was large and it engulfed Anna’s and she felt the heat and callouses of his suntanned hand. She knew the hand well.
The night before last, Francis put the girl over his lap for lying and saying she had already taken her bath. One quick inspection proved Anna a liar and daddy never fires a warning shot when it comes to lying. It was just before bedtime and Anna was bleary eyed and tired. Instead of turning the lamp on in the punishment room of the big, old farmhouse, daddy turned on the overhead light–which consisted of a bright, bare bulb with a pull cord feature to turn it on and off. Daddy had her take her panties down (it was so hot, daddy preferred she only wear a t shirt and panties to bed during these hot nights) and he guided her across his lap and before he was finished administering a harsh handspanking , the little girl’s panties were hanging off one foot, which was odd considering how much she kicked and squirmed during her punishment. Anna cried; partly because she was tired, partly because she hated getting caught lying to her daddy, and mostly because it hurt so bad. Her whimpering seemed only to fuel her daddy’s punishing swats. After her spanking, her daddy gave her a bath himself, which was embarrassing, but not the first time he he took responsibility of her hygiene. She felt she was too grown to be treated this way, but it was his house, his rules. He soaped her up, paying special attention to her little girl parts and where at first she cried and protested at the humiliation of being bathed like a helpless baby, she was soon moaning and cooing in response to his thorough, gentle hands.
Reaching up to take her daddy’s hand, she felt phantom pain in her backside, exacerbated by the sweaty heat. She sat, with her hand in his, and her little pussy suddenly jumped and took on a pulse of its own, throbbing against the wood porch.
Francis pulled her to her feet and led her inside. It was cooler, but not much. The house was not air-conditioned, but it was surrounded by shade trees and there were ceiling fans and a breeze with all the windows open. Francis sat down and pulled the girl onto his lap; they were both facing the same direction.
Anna leaned back and Francis gently moved her long, brown hair and buried his face in her neck. She moaned when he gently, wordlessly unbuttoned her dress and caressed her little titties and pinched her nipples. Francis gave a low, gravelly chuckle when she whimpered. He liked making her whimper.
Anna put her hands around her daddy’s neck and turned her head as best she could to look at him. His eyes were closed and he looked so content as he fondled her breasts. She kissed his face and took a deep breath; she loved the smell of his skin; his soap and aftershave mixed with the pleasant aroma of his natural scent.
When Francis decided her little titties had had ample attention paid to them, he reached down and slowly began inching her dress up til it was above her hips. Anna looked down and gazed at her unbuttoned dress and exposed breasts, then she looked down at her dress bunched at her smooth, round hips and she liked the way she looked. Francis peeled her damp, white panties past her bottom and down and off her legs. The panties lay in a tiny discarded heap beside his chair .
“Spread your legs, girl,” Francis whispered in her ear. Anna quickly obeyed, spreading her legs as far as she could. Francis reached between her legs and felt the girl’s warm, inviting slipperiness. His touch was gentle as he fingered her short pubic hair, damp with her perspiration and arousal. She held onto his neck as he fingered the folds of her pussy; teasingly, lovingly. Anna squirmed and tried to ride his hand.
Her daddy gave her several sharp smacks on her inner thigh and Anna gasped; he didn’t have to say why he did it. She knew. If it’s one thing the girl knew, it was impatience.
Francis took his time her, enjoying the feel of her pussy as it got wetter from his spanking her inner thigh. Her scent drove him crazy; her musky scent…the smell of sex as it permeated his immediate surroundings made him feel like an animal and what he really wanted to do was bury his face in her pussy and lap up every last ounce of her wetness and to breathe in her scent til it made him drunk.
Anna moaned and tried to spread her legs wider, bending a bit at the knees in order to achieve an optimal position. He helped by placing his left hand on her inner thigh and applying pressure to keep her immobile and open. Francis then found her clit with the middle finger of his right hand and began massaging it in little circles til it was swollen and erect. The girl cried out in pleasure, screaming for her daddy, for god, for any deity that would listen and Francis buried his face in her sweaty neck, feeling strands of her damp hair on his face. Her hair and neck had a soapy, sweaty scent and she came hard as he whispered, “That’s it baby, come for me now.” He then inserted a finger in her tight little pussy and fingered her as she rode his hand. As Anna bucked and moaned, Francis took the opportunity to tickle her little rosebud bottom hole. He massaged it and probed gently before inserting a finger and as Anna gasped and moaned, Francis grew hard as rock beneath her.
She went limp and motionless and he held her as she recovered, the only sound they heard was a lawnmower in the distance through the open window. Anna fixed her eyes on the window and watched as the white lace curtains caught an occasional breeze. Once she regained feeling in her legs she quickly adjusted her lithe body to straddle and face him as he sat in the old kitchen chair. She bent to give him slow, sweet kisses, tasting him, drinking him as she fingered his short, thick, damp hair. She stopped kissing him and looked down at him drowsily; she wanted a nap. In response to her, he hugged her close to his body and she put her head back and stretched as she arched her back…then he put her on her knees.

[Satyr45]

Good story. I'm looking for more fantasy like this.