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Hold Me Down and Spank Me Daddy (daddy daughter bdsm and virgin breeding erotica)

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37 pages36 minutes

Summary

Home from college for the weekend, innocent little Lisey wakes up with a start from a naughty fantasy about her step-dad, Jacob. It’s nothing, she tells herself, just another day-dream about the hottest man she’s ever known. That’s all it is, all it will ever be.

She taunted him for years, wearing shorts and t-shirts so small that no man would ever let his daughter leave the house with, but Jacob never even acknowledged what she did.

He’s the perfect man. Sensitive, strong, muscular...but Lisey knows he’ll never be hers.

When he sits down beside her and pats her knee, Lisey looks down and sees a bulge in daddy’s jeans. Maybe...just maybe, she thinks, she’s not the only one with a naughty fantasy!

This sizzling erotic short story features years of pent-up lust, rough handling, spanking, discipline, and a man taking care of his daughter the way only a daddy can!

Excerpt:

Daddy’s smile told me everything I needed to know.

“We’ll go slow...if that’s what you want.” His eyes twinkled as he tangled his fingers in my hair. “Or...” he trailed off and gave me a warm, slow kiss. He ran his lips from my earlobe to my mouth, sucking all the way. When he got to my lips, he nibbled gently.

I took a deep breath, gasping in pleasure at the way he made me feel. “I want – I want whatever makes you feel good. I’ve dreamed about this for...” I looked down, mortified that I’d just given something away.

“Everything is okay baby girl,” daddy said, lifting my chin and meeting my gaze. “There’s no reason to feel bad. The only people here right now are you and me and, you know that anything you need or want is okay with me. I’d never try to make you feel bad.”

I gulped down the lump that rose in my throat, and nodded. “It just feels...”

Daddy shook his head insistently and slid his hand from where it had retreated to on my knee back under the bottom of my shorts. “It doesn’t matter what anybody else would say. Do you understand? We’re the only people who matter. How we feel is all that matters.”

I felt tears welling up in the corners of my eyes but I’d never been happier. I’m not the sort to weep at the drop of a hat but there I was, and there he was, making me feel like everything was okay. As long as I was with him, as long as he was taking care of me, honestly, I thought the same thing.

Trembling, I put my hand on the side of his face and leaned my head back on the couch as the finger under my shorts slid dangerously close to the wet heat between my legs, but then he pulled it away.

“You’re sure this is what you want?” He asked again. “I want to be sure you don’t feel like I’m trying to get you to do anything.”

I smiled, but bit my lip, chewing a little. He had no idea. But then again how could he?
“No daddy,” I finally said. “I’ve wanted this – wanted you – for as long as I can remember. Is it okay with you?”

To answer me, he brushed a fingertip ever so gently along the side of my already-aching pussy.

“Lay back that pretty little head, sweet girl. Daddy’s gonna take care of you.”

DISCLAIMER: All characters in this work of fiction are adults eighteen years old or older, and are consenting adults taking part in a sexual fantasy.

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