Saturday morning. Every time I walk past the wardrobe where I’ve hidden the strap and soothing cream, I feel a surge of guilt. Jack and Beth might have reassured me that they see their family relationship as loving, but I still feel off whenever I think of my daughter, Alice, like that. Not that I can’t see how sweet her ass is, or how pretty she is. If I do go down this road, it’s going to be a big step.

Right now, I’m thinking of the Discipline side of Jack’s parenting method. Alice has ignored the list of six chores she has had all week. She’s currently blasting music out at around 120 decibels for the whole street to hear, and as she walked out of the kitchen after breakfast, she threw a comment over her shoulder that she was going to a party with her friend Marcy tonight.

I should have said no right then. Instead, I had to sit there in silence.

You have to do it. If not now, then it will never be.

I find the paper bag hidden at the back of the wardrobe and take out the strap and cream. The strap goes on my bed, the cream on the nightstand. Next, it’s time to tell Alice that there are new rules in this house. The music is a wall of sound when I enter her room. She’s on her bed, nodding her head in time to the tune and scrolling on her phone. Add to her list of transgressions that she’s not doing her assignments. I don’t bother with the volume, just hit the power switch. The silence is complete until Alice sits up and says,

“Dad, what the fuck?”

“Don’t swear.” I step across to her bed. “Give me your phone?”

“What?” She holds the device close to her chest. “Why?”

“I want to see what you have been doing on it. You’ve not done your chores, you’re not working on your assignments, and you just told me you are out at a party tonight.”

“And?” She’s scuttled across her bed, where it fits into the corner of the room.

I sigh. “Alice, I’m fed up with your attitude. This is my house, so I am putting new rules in place. One is that tonight we are going to Mass, and you are not going partying. Second, I’m reviewing all your phone content, photos, web browsing, and social media. Third, you have chores to do, and you will do them.”

Alice is staring at me like I’m a stranger. Maybe I am. She tucks the phone under her pillow.

“Oh, right,” I say, “like that’s going to reassure me that you have nothing to hide.”

“Mass?” She says. “Like church?”

“Yep, you were baptised Catholic, but I’ve never taken you. There’s a first time for everything.”

“And what if I say no and go to the party?”

“Then I punish you.”

She laughs. “What, you take my phone off me for a few hours. Like, I haven’t got a laptop or a tablet? Try again, Dad.”

“Come with me.” I walk to the door. “Come on.”

“Why?”

“You’ll see.”

She’s intrigued. I notice she doesn’t bring her phone, but she follows me into my bedroom. There’s more space here. As Alice looks around, I close the door.

“What’s going on?”

“Remember Jack’s visit last night? You asked what was in the bag. This was in the bag.”

I pick up the strap. Alice stares at it for a moment.

“That’s not going to fix a leaky faucet,” she says.

“No, but it will hopefully fix a rebellious teenager.”

Alice frowns. “What?”

“Jack used Discipline on his girls when they were your age. Beth confirmed with me when we were in the kitchen. She says it worked.”

“Wait.” Alice points at the strap. “Jack used to hit them with this?”

“Spank them.”

“Spank?” Alice takes a step back. “You mean as in a little kid being put over your knee and smacked for being naughty?”

I nod.

She takes a breath. “No.”

“Yes.”

“I’m supposed to volunteer for this?”

“It’s going to happen.”

She turns to go, and I grab her around the waist. Alice is light enough for me to put her face down onto the bed without any effort.

“Dad, no…”

She’s wearing grey cotton shorts and white panties, and they’re both gone before she can take another breath. I put my left hand in the centre of her back as she tries to rise. Pause, look at her tight, runner’s ass, and bring the strap down on it.

“OW! FUCK!”

Alice fights me now, but two more swift strikes make her face press into the bedsheets. She’s crying. I can already see the red stripes on her ass where I’ve hit her. Another two make her grind her hips. I relax my hold, and she rises to all fours.

“Dad, please, I…”

Thwack!

“Ow…”

Thwack!

“Oh, god, Dad…”

That’s probably enough for the first time. I put the strap down and reach out to the cream.

“Stay like this,” I say to Alice as I undo the lid. “Jack gave me this cream to rub in; it should soothe any hurt.”

Alice sniffs as I pour some of the cream onto one hand before smearing it over her ass. I’m gentle as I massage the cream into her flesh. I can feel the heat from the spanking radiate from her skin. A little more cream, this time dripped directly onto her smooth flesh. I take my time, enjoying the contact, smoothing the cream even when it’s disappeared from view. I let my hands drift across her perfect ass, around to the hips and then down her thighs. Alice lowers her head to the mattress, arching her back, thrusting her butt out even more. I continue to massage her, sometimes with soft strokes of my fingertips, other times pressing into her flesh.

It takes me a few minutes to realise I’m hard. Alice has done this to me. I let my thoughts wander as much as my hands, now stroking her inner thigh with one hand, the palm on one side, the back of my hand on the other. I’m thinking of how to ease the discomfort of my hard cock where it’s trapped when…

“Dad! What the fuck!”

My heart leaps out of my mouth. Alice has twisted around, staring at me with wide eyes.

“You touched me,” Alice said, voice stressed and high. “You know…there.”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t concentrating.”

She shakes her head. “Be more careful.”

“Okay.” I’m expecting her to get off the bed and get out of the room, but instead she turns back and settles into position.

She’s enjoying this. Sweet Jesus, I think you might be right, Jack.

I use more cream. Start again with the soothing and massaging. One thing Alice’s scream did was pull the plug on my hard-on. I don’t think I’ve ever lost an erection so quickly. As my heart rate calms, my hands begin wandering again. This time, I pay more attention, but I soon have one between her thighs, gently easing back and forth as it gets higher. I know how close I am, and I’m sure Alice knows as well.

I feel the contact and Alice tenses, her thighs closing on my hand. For a long, breathless moment, neither of us moves. Then, she relaxes. The top edge of my hand is still touching her pussy. I slide my hand in and out, maintaining the contact. Is her breathing getting heavier? I know mine is. And my cock is hard again. I move my hand up a touch, increasing the pressure on her pussy. She knows it’s deliberate, but all Alice does is settle her head lower and push her ass out more. I want to release my cock because the ache is becoming too much.

I’m sawing the side of my hand along her pussy now, there’s a blossom of heat as her lips begin to part. Alice sighs, and that’s my signal to turn my hand and cup her sex.

“Ssss…” she takes a swift breath.

I wait. There’s no other reaction. I squeeze Alice’s pussy, the heel of my hand grinds into her, and her lips separate. There’s damp heat on my hand. Alice’s hips move. I think she’s pulling away, but I’m wrong; she’s moving the way she wants to be touched. I keep my hand still, bracing it, and she rocks back and forth on me, riding my hand.

I don’t want to break the mood, but I need my cock out, and I want to taste the arousal that I can smell.

“Alice?”

“Hmm?”

“Lie down. Roll over.”

She does as I ask. Looking at me with needful eyes.

“Daddy?”

I draw her legs apart. Kiss along each thigh, trail the tip of my tongue from knee to pussy and stop to study the spread of her labia, the glisten of her sex.

“Daddy, please.”

I kiss her sex. I slip my tongue between dark outer lips and taste the heart of her passion. She leaks onto my tongue, sparking more need in my heart and in my cock. I work my tongue, and my fingers spread her wide. Her clit is a swollen bud, hidden from view but revealed when my tongue lifts the final curtain of flesh.

“Oh, oh, oh…”

I push a finger into Alice. Her body clings to it, accepts it.

“Alice, are you a virgin?”

“Yes…Daddy…lick me…”

I lick her. Alice’s hips rise, her voice filling the room with a cry of released need. I suck her, and this time she grabs my head, pulling me closer.

“Yaaaa,,,,”

Her body convulses on my finger, squeezing it as muscles contract in orgasm. She’s coming, for the first time in her life, and it’s on the tip of my tongue. My finger slides out of her. I kiss her thighs again and then up to her flat abdomen. She’s still wearing her t-shirt. With careful hands, I push her top up over her bra and kiss the exposed mound of one breast. I rise then, pulling her with me, dragging her top off, reaching around her to release her bra. Alice lies back, hands over her breasts. I pull them away. She’s small-breasted, but her nipples are dark and hard with small areolae that my fingers swirl around. I give each nipple a gentle pinch before leaning in and sucking them.

Alice’s hands are on the back of my head, holding me close. With a nipple in my mouth, I say.

“Undress me.”

She drags my top off and throws it over the side of the bed. When her hands go to the waistband of my shorts, there’s a moment of hesitation. I help her, and my cock bounces free. I kick my shorts and briefs off. Alice is looking at my cock, hands hovering. I don’t need her to touch me; I just want one thing. I grasp my shaft and guide it to her sex.

Alice gulps air as she realises what is about to happen. I’m into her, breaking her, a tight ring of muscle clinging to my cock as her virgin sex resists me. Alice is whimpering; her breathing is fast and shallow. I brace my body and push, opening her to my cock. Alice cries out, back arching as I go deep into her. She is tight and slick, ready for me, and as my pre-cum spills from my cock the lubrication smooths my thrusts.

“Da…Da…Da…”

She's trying to say “Daddy”, but the words won't come as I thrust deeper, adding my own shout of pleasure because her body is convulsing on my cock, grasping me, milking me.

I can't stop. I'm deep in my daughter, and the need to cum overwhelms me. 

“Alice, oh, Alice…”

Heat boils in her sex, my cum swamping her, engulfing my shaft, triggering her orgasm as she bucks beneath me.

And then I'm holding her tight, my cock still in her. I'm still thrusting, and my cum is silky smooth where it lies around my shaft. Slowly, I feel my cock soften. We both sigh with regret as it slips out of her pussy.

“Oh, my god,” Alice whispers in my ear. “We just had sex, Daddy. We just had sex.”

I kiss her neck. Move up and kiss her lips. I'm thankful as she responds, arms going around me, lips parting so our tongues can explore.

“That was incredible, “ I tell her, my voice soft. “So special.”

“You just fucked your daughter,” she says into my chest.

“Part of the new parenting method.”

“Oh, really?” Alice looks up at me. “Does that include cumming inside me?”

“No,” I admit. “That was just losing control. Next time I’ll wear a condom.”

“Marcy is already on the pill,” Alice says as she moves back a little. “I can do the same. Although no one has ever said how messy sex can be. I mean, I’m so wet and sticky everywhere.”

I smile. “I filled you up. It’s been a while since I last ejaculated.”

“Tell me about it. Look at the sheets.”

“Do you want a shower? You can use the ensuite, I’ll bring a towel through for you.”

Alice goes to clean up while I get her a fresh towel. I put the strap and cream away before taking the towel into the bathroom. Alice is a pale form behind the misted-up shower screen.

“Alice? I’m putting your towel on the rail.” 

As I turn to leave, I hear her say,

“Dad? If you’re going to have a shower after, why don’t you join me?”

She’s cracked the door open and is peering out. I’m not going to turn down an invitation like that. The space is big enough for both of us. Alice has a sponge in her hand and motions for me to turn and face away from her. She starts soaping my back, working down from the neck in smooth strokes. I get the feeling she wants to talk, and stay silent as I wait for her to overcome whatever is stopping her. As she soaps my ass and legs, she says,

“Do you know what they call me at school?”

“No.”

“No-tits Alice.”

“What?”

“It’s true, though. I don’t have tits.”

“Alice,” I turn to face her as she stands and puts more gel onto the sponge.

“No, Dad, don’t say anything. I’m used to it. And anyway, I can outrun most of the boys when we do track, so I don’t particularly care what they say.”

“You’re beautiful. That’s what matters.”

“You would say that.” She’s soaping my chest with lazy circles.

“I’m thinking we could go running together,” I say. “I don’t do enough to stay fit.”

Alice smiles. “Yeah, get rid of this dad bod.”

“I’m not too bad, all things considered.”

“No.” The sponge glides over my stomach. “Marcy says you’re a DILF.”

“A DILF?”

“Yeah,” she laughs, “it’s a…”

“I know what it is,” I’m laughing now.

“Why do you think Marcy comes over here so often, and always wears low-cut tops?”

“Because that’s the way she is.” I hadn’t really thought about it that much.

“She’s trying to get your attention.”

“Marcy isn’t my type,” I say. “Her eyes are too close together.”

“What?” Alice slaps my chest in shock.

“Haven’t you noticed?”

She thinks about it. “I guess a little. But she makes up for it with her big boobs.”

I think about her friend. It’s true, Marcy was at the front of the queue when breasts were handed out. But she isn’t my type.

Alice says, “I think Marcy only invites me to parties because I’m no threat to her. Once guys see her chest, they just fall over themselves. I’ve got nothing to rival her with.”

“She’s your friend.”

“I don’t know,” Alice says as she moves the sponge gently over my cock and balls. “The last few parties she’s…she’s had sex with guys and told me to watch because she says it’s the closest I’ll ever get to fucking a boy.”

Right then, I could punch Marcy. “You need to block her or ghost her, or whatever it is you kids call it.”

“Yeah.” Alice kneels in front of me, soaping my legs, but looking at my cock.

When Alice is finished, I turn off the water and lead her out of the shower, wrapping her in a towel and slowly rubbing to get her dry. Alice lifts her arms and rotates gradually until I have all the water off. Then, it’s her turn to dry me. By now, my cock is starting to harden, and Alice smiles, dropping the towel and cupping my balls.

“Marcy made me watch her give a boy a blow job at one party.”

“I don’t want to hear her name mentioned ever again in this house.”

“Okay.” Alice sinks to her knees, wrapping her fingers around my cock. I guide her movement as my cock stiffens fully in her hand. “How do I do it? How do I give you a blow job?”

“Start by kissing and licking my shaft. Rub it against your face as well. Make sure you get it good and wet with your saliva.”

I watch my daughter as she follows my instructions. As her mouth nears the bulbous crown, I say,

“Pull my foreskin back and just touch the surface with your tongue. See, it’s wet already, that’s pre-cum, you can taste it.”

Her touch sends streaks of excitement into my balls, and my stomach muscles flutter. Alice works down the shaft again, her hand glides as she pumps me. As she moves back up, I say to her,

“This time, give the tip a sloppy kiss. Use your lips and tongue.”

“Okay.”

The rush of pleasure almost makes me fall over. Alice must have liked it too, as she plants more open kisses across the exposed glans. 

“Alice,” I can barely get her name out, I’m so breathless. “I need to lie down.” 

I help her up, and we return to the bedroom. I lie down, legs spread, and Alice kneels between them, resuming her kissing action.

“Oh, Jesus…” I can barely think. When Alice glances up at me, I say, “Now, when you next kiss, open your mouth and slip the head in and out, keep your lips against my skin.”

She does that a couple of times, and I know I’ll be cumming soon.

“Okay…keep doing that, and each time slide my cock deeper into your mouth. Use your tongue on me and keep moving that hand at the base of my shaft.”

The silence in the room is broken by my heavy breathing and the wet suck and...