I could feel my breath coming in fast short gasps. This was the moment that my dad’s hand would come firmly down on my backside. Fuck, I wanted this so badly.

It had all started about two weeks ago. I had never been an unruly child, but I was never that innocent either. Every day, or so it seemed, I would do something that would upset my Dad; something that would cause him to ‘have a word’, as he put it. It was pissing me off, big time.

Perhaps it was my age. At sixteen, things were happening to me: hormones, sexuality, life, it was probably all these things put together. Then one day he turned to me and matter-of-factly said that if I misbehaved again he would put me over his knee.

It was all too much, I had just come home from college and I needed some release, and his words just made it worse. I immediately went up to my bedroom. My dad shouted after me muttering something that it would do me no good to sulk.

I entered my room and immediately shed my top and bra, my shoes were flung off in the direction of the bed and I jumped onto it. I lifted my bum off the bed and hooked my thumbs into my knickers. In seconds they were thrown to the edge of the bed and my hand was on my pussy. Fuck, it felt wonderful. My pussy was my pleasure dome and I loved it.

I closed my eyes and started to circle my clit with my finger.  My lips parted and a sigh left my mouth. Images flashed into my mind. I saw myself draped across a man’s legs and I saw him spank me. My heart raced and I felt myself moaning and groaning at the thought. I watched my mind play the video as his hand came down hard on my backside. My fingers circled my clit. I rubbed and pushed my fingers into my pussy as hand after hand contacted with my bare bum.

My eyes suddenly flew open, I was gasping loudly as my orgasm ripped through me and my body was convulsing on the bed. I looked down to see my legs splayed wide and my fingers pumping into my pussy. I slowly stopped my own onslaught and smiled broadly at my reflection in the mirror.

The orgasm was so intense and so fucking pleasurable. Hell, it was downright fucking naughty and wrong, but it was what I needed.

I decided a second orgasm was required and decided to slip into the shower and make it all the more pleasurable by using the shower head.

Since that fateful day, all I could think of was being spanked and what my dad had said he would do to me if I misbehaved again.

Well, I misbehaved several times since then and he never once carried out the threat. Every time I thought I had been the worse child ever. I could see his temper rise to fever pitch and then it just fizzled out. Usually, at the point of his fury, a smile would creep over my face. This was it, I thought to myself. Then he would just give me a verbal reprimand and that was the end of it. It was not the outcome I wanted.

But this was it, here I was draped across my dad’s legs and his hand was about to make contact.

On this particular occasion, he had caught me on the sofa as he walked through the door. I was misbehaving. In fact I was licking my best friend’s pussy as she draped herself across the arm of the sofa. My dad walked in and literally blew his top. Jenny, my friend, caught the first wave of fury as he told her to just get dressed and to get the fuck out of our house.

I smiled briefly, this had to be it, I thought to myself.

Then he looked at my half naked body with my sweet red lips wet as fuck from the residue of her pussy juices. My tongue slipped out from between my lips as I licked them.

I was breathing heavily as he ordered me to get over to him.

I started to walk towards him as he sat on the sofa. He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me over his knee. My short skirt lifted up easily and my bare bottom was open to his stare.

I heard him talking to me, telling me that I shouldn’t be this bad, and with another woman, and how it was all too embarrassing for him to let ‘my depraved behaviour’ go by without any punishment.

All I was waiting for was the impact of his hand and listening for that moment when the resounding smack would echo through the room. The moment that would make me smile broadly and that moment that would cause a moan of pleasure to leave my lips and slip into the air to join any cries associated with the pain.

I felt my heart rate quicken. My breathing became erratic. I closed my eyes. Please God, please, I pleaded over and over inside my head.

Thwack… The first smack of his hand hit my bum. I felt the flesh ripple, I felt the intense sting and then I felt the immense pleasure in my pussy as a warm glow spread over my cheeks. It was the same pleasure that I had felt every night for the last two weeks as I masturbated to the thought of him spanking me.

Thwack…the second smack. It was just as pleasurable as the first. This time I screamed. I wanted him to believe it was hurting so that he wouldn‘t stop. But it wasn’t, every smack was wonderful.

Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Three in a row and every time I yelped as my bum stung with the contact of his hard hand on my flesh. I was now moaning loudly in between the smacks as I was yelping when he spanked me.

As I wiggled on his lap, my bum cheeks spread open. As he smacked me further I could feel his fingers fold around my bum and touch my pussy with a glancing stroke before his hand was raised for the next one.

It was then that I felt it. I felt something hard press against my clit and it was getting more and more pleasurable.

Thwack… My eyelids were flickering and closing with intense pleasure. My heart rate couldn’t have been any higher and my breathing was more of a moan than anything else. My stomach was convulsing involuntarily. Every time he smacked me I could feel his fingers wrap around my bum, and his cock - his cock was growing and pulsing into my pussy from beneath his trousers.

“Finger my pussy-”

I suddenly opened my eyes. The smacking had stopped. Then I realised what had come out of my mouth. I looked straight ahead, I panted. I waited for his response and clenched my buttocks in preparation.

Thwack… His hand came down hard for the last time. His fingers slipped around my bum, and entered my soaking wet pussy. Two of his fingers slipped right in. He pushed them in and out several times. I started to push my bum backwards, meeting his gentle thrusts.

My eyes started to close again as my orgasm tipped over the edge. I could still feel his cock push into my belly. I squirmed on his cock as I came hard.

‘Why the fuck not?’ I thought.

As his fingers retracted from my pussy I pushed myself up and rolled off his lap. I stood up and looked my dad in the eyes. We must have stared at each other for what seemed like ages. My chest heaved with the lungful’s of air I was sucking down into them.

I eventually stopped gasping, closed my mouth and reached out towards his trousers as I knelt back down on the floor. I quickly undid his belt, zip and slipped my hand inside to pull out his cock. It sprang free as my dad lifted his arse off the sofa and I pulled his trousers down around his lower legs.

I looked at his gorgeous erect cock and then in one movement slipped my hand around it. I gave his cock a quick pull a few times as I climbed onto the sofa. With my knees placed either side of my hand I grasped his cock firmly. I sank down on it.

As my dad’s cock entered me, I fell forward and let my breasts nestle into his face.

Minutes later, my orgasm caused his cock to shoot all his spunk into me. I certainly hadn’t had enough and judging by the look on his face, neither had he.

That night was the most intense night of my life; a sexual awakening for sure and one that I didn’t want to end.

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The following morning was scary. Dad and I had just about fucked each other senseless until we both collapsed with exhaustion the night before. I started to wake and saw that we were sprawled across the bed. I slowly and carefully pulled my leg from under Dad’s and started to walk to the shower.

I stopped and glanced back at his flaccid cock just lying there between his legs. I wanted to suck on it, I wanted to feel it penetrate me and rub along my clit until it pleasured me once more.

As I looked at Dad, lying there, I wondered whether or not we had gone too far. I left the bedroom and hoped that everything would be all right. I hoped that nothing had changed. Well, our relationship had seriously changed but I hoped that there would be no regrets. To be honest, I hoped that it would continue like it did last night, especially the spanking.

After showering and getting ready for college, I glanced into the bedroom. It was empty. I walked downstairs to grab some toast and a drink and sat opposite Dad at the breakfast table where he had prepared breakfast and coffee. We looked at each other. I munched on my toast, but nothing was said.

Finally I stood to leave, not knowing exactly what to say or how to behave in this awkward moment between us. I grabbed my bag from the chair and headed for the front door.

“Melissa,” I heard him shout. I stopped, I was breathing heavily waiting for him to say something, I stared out into the street with the door half open. Dad came out of the kitchen.

“If you’re not home by five, you know what‘s going to happen, don‘t you-”

I bit my lip hard and walked out through the door with a deep satisfying smile on my lips and butterflies fluttering in my stomach. As far as I was concerned, college was going to be a long and wasteful day; but a long day nevertheless.

At five thirty, I walked towards the door. I had been waiting at the corner of my street for the last forty minutes – wasting the time away. My stomach convulsing with excitement, I found myself breathing heavily as I put the key in the door. I opened the door and quickly surveyed the room. There was nothing and no-one around. My heart sank.

As I walked into the room, closing the door behind me, my Dad came out of the kitchen wielding a leather belt that he periodically slashed across his hand.

“Five I said, not five thirty.”

I stared at the belt hitting his hand. Fearful dread crossed my face, but I was glowing inside. I waited for him to take the lead.

“Over here, young woman.”

I strode towards the table. My lips pouting as I once again stared at the belt.

“Bend over the table.”

His words were sharp, direct and invited no room for non-compliance. I leant over the table and I felt my skirt rise up the back of my thighs.

I smiled to myself, knowing full well what a naughty girl I had been. I felt my Dad raise my skirt to bare my bum. His hand lingered on my bottom and caressed my cheeks.

I was waiting for a comment, a growling snarl that would punish me because I had taken my knickers off. Well, what was a girl supposed to do when she was hoping to get spanked and fucked when she walked into her own house. Without warning the punishment started.

Thwack… Thwack… Thwack…

I yelped out loud, three times as his leather belt came down hard on my bum. My hands clasped downward onto the opposite edge of the table as I tensed my body. The instant pain shot across my bum as I was spanked and then as soon as his hand was raised, the lingering pain glowed across my reddening cheeks.

Thwack… Thwack… Thwack…

More lashings with the belt made my lips shake with delight as I rewarded myself with a resounding smile. Removing my knickers was certainly worth it. I started to relax slightly.

Thwack… Thwack… Thwack…

I soon found out that relaxing was the wrong thing to do at that precise moment. My bottom literally bounced around on my bones as this time, his hand contacted it. With the last smack, he curled his fingers up around my arse, the tips of which brushed against my pussy lips.

That was definitely a nice way to be touched, especially after such burning pain. It was brief but it was a sharp pleasure in contrast to the pain of being spanked.

Thwack… Thwack… Thwack…

I groaned as his hands came down on me again. I was very verbal throughout the whole period of being spanked and would not have been surprised if the neighbours had turned up to see what was wrong. My bottom was now on fire, glowing red hot with the heat of my punishment. If I wasn’t enjoying this so much I would be regretting not coming home at five o’clock.

The pain was wonderful, the glow of my arse was blissful and with the last smack his hand lingered on my bum and started to caress it. My pussy juices were definitely flowing and I was aching for a nice sized cock to slip inside me.

I heard a zip being undone. A smile flowed across my face.

Thwack… Thwack… Thwack…

Always in three’s or so it seemed. The last one was particularly hard. My bum kept reverberating for a few seconds after the last one, and I cried out loudly as his hand hit me.

I felt his finger stroke my pussy and find its way inside. Fuck, it felt so nice. The pleasure of his finger in my cunt was exquisite. I spread my legs a little in anticipation of his cock entering me.

Thwack… Thwack…

His hand came down on my bum some more. I yelped once again and then mewled as his finger pushed inside me.

The alternation of pain and intense pleasure was bringing me off.

Thwack… Thwack…

My breathing was heavy and my hot arse was beginning to reach boiling point. Then I felt his cock slide between my pussy lips.

It slid all the way along me; grazing my clit as it did so. Dad was lubricating his cock on my juices and I loved it. I fucking loved every minute of the punishment he was giving me.

My head was pleading with him to just shove his cock into me and fuck me hard, but he was taking his time; removing it and sliding it back across my lips with a casual rhythm. During one sliding motion he smacked me on the side of my right cheek. I moved slightly and opened my legs a little further.

I wanted him in me. I felt his cock retract and pause at the entrance to my cunt. It was finally going up me and it was about time too. I was dying for it.

My eyes rolled inside my eyelids as I felt his cock enter me. But Dad just buried his cock head in my pussy and left it there for what seemed like ages. Finally, his hands clasped my hips firmly and he pulled me backwards towards him.

He rammed his cock into my cunt with one easy push, right up to his balls. I closed my eyes and waited eagerly for the fucking that I was going to get.

He retracted his cock leaving his knob just inside my before thrusting himself forward for a second time. This time, his cock penetrated deeper as he pushed into me and pulled me back onto him.

Then he did the same again. And again. And again.

I could feel his cock massage the insides of my cunt in a way that was causing me to run up the biggest mountain there ever was. I could see the top coming closer and at an alarming rate, and with every thrust I could feel my tight little cunt clamp down on his hard cock. My stomach was churning, my body arching on the table top and my orgasm about to explode out of my pussy and my mouth.

My Dad just fucked his little girl.

Legs splayed wide.

Body pressed against the hard wood.

Over the table.

Hands grasping the opposite edge for stability.

Abject pleasure on his little girl’s face.

He pushed his cock in and out at a wonderful rate of knots, pumping his cock into my pussy and fueling my orgasm. My tight pussy clamped down hard around his penetrating cock; a feeling that was not lost on him either. I heard him grunt a few times as my orgasm ripped through me and within seconds of me coming, I...