TITLE    : The Sarah Owens Story Ch. 13
STORYID  : the-sarah-owens-story-ch-13
SUMMARY  : Sarah's dad surprises her with an undeserved spanking.
AUTHOR   : Cal Y. Pygia@lit
DATE     : 2010-01-25
CATEGORY : bdsm-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |daughter|father|spanking|lesbian|buttocks|incest|


<i>Note: This story is based upon an idea by Sarah Owens. All the characters in the story are 18 years old or older.</i>



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After Sarah and Marilyn finished their shower, Sarah called home, asking permission to go to Marilyn's house, but, her father, answering the telephone, denied her request.



Reluctantly, Sarah delivered the bad news. Both girls would rather go to Marilyn's house, because the redhead's parents never supervised their daughter or her friends when Marilyn had guests. During the pajama party the girls had had a few weeks ago, at Marilyn's house, the cheerleading squad had munched each other's pussies and a couple had even fucked, the dominant partner employing a strap-on dildo, without Marilyn's mom or dad once checking on their daughter.



Such freedom was incredible to Sarah, whose parents, especially her dad, monitored her every move. Since he'd learned that Sarah sometimes received spankings at school, Max Owens, Sarah's father, had installed his own spanking machine, and, ever since, upon her return home from school each day, Sarah had had to bare her bottom for his inspection. If she'd received a spanking at school, she'd also receive one at home. He claimed that the additional spanking was intended to demonstrate his support of the discipline his daughter received at school, that it was meant to show his backing of the school's teachers. However, the facts that he insisted upon spanking his daughter while she was completely naked; that, not once, but twice, he'd had an erection while doing so; and that he'd spanked both Sarah and her mom (who'd also been naked) at the same time on one occasion suggested that her dad had other, more personal motives for subjecting Sarah to corporal punishment.



"Dad won't let me come to your house," Sarah reported.



"Will he let me come to your place?" Marilyn asked.



She shook her head. "Not on a school night."



"I guess we're fucked, then, trotter."



"I'm sorry."



"Me, too. I was looking forward to subjecting you to a little tit torture. I love it when your boobs turn purple."



Sarah gave her girlfriend an uneasy look, remembering the pain that resulted when Marilyn tied cords tightly around her chest to constrict her breasts and fastened clothespins around the perimeters of her sleek orbs. "Maybe next time," she said.



Marilyn smiled. "There's no 'maybe' about it, trotter."



The girls kissed each other goodbye, inserting their tongues inside one another's mouths for a deep, wet parting of the ways.



"See you tomorrow, sweet cheeks," Sarah said.



"Always, trotter."



Disappointed, Sarah walked home. She'd always loved her dad, and she still did, despite his strict ways, his lectures and verbal abuse, his insistence that she bare her buttocks for his inspection after school every day, his demand that she ride the spanking machine he called The Teeter Totter whenever she'd ridden The Carousel at school, and the way he always seemed to get an erection when he'd spanked her naked bottom. She loved him, but it was getting harder and harder to do so.



As soon as she'd let herself in, her dad was waiting for her. He'd come home early today, from his job as an athletic equipment company's regional sales manager, and he was sitting on the couch, in the living room, when Sarah opened the front door. Hearing her enter the foyer, he called to her.



As she entered the room, her dad used the remote control to click off the big-screen television set--but not before Sarah caught a glimpse of what he'd been watching: a porn movie. On the giant screen, she'd seen a middle-age man, naked, spanking a young woman, who, also nude, lay across his lap. The young woman's bottom was bright pink. Just as Sarah had entered the living room, answering her father's summons, she'd seen the hand of the man on the screen slam down, hard, upon the young woman's buttocks, and she'd lurched forward upon the naked man's lap, screaming in pain.



Sarah pretended not to notice the erection inside her father's tented trousers. She looked away from his crotch, where her gaze had instinctively traveled after she'd glimpsed his choice of television fare. "Yes, Dad?"



"Did you behave yourself in school today, young lady?"



"Yes, sir."



"Let me see."



Sarah squirmed. "Dad--"



"Now, young lady!"



"Nothing happened at school, Dad. I wasn't spanked."



"Bare your bottom."



Sarah felt tears gather in her eyes. Her lower lip trembled. "Can't you take my word for it?"



"I won't tell you again."



Reluctantly, Sarah turned her back upon her father, unbuckled her belt, unsnapped her jeans, unzipped their fly, and lowered the denim slacks, followed by her pink panties, sliding them down her sleek, firm thighs to her knees, and let her father feast his eyes upon her bare buttocks. Normally, his inspection took only a few seconds, but, this time, she waited longer for his permission to pull her panties and her jeans back up. Sarah became even embarrassed than she'd been when he'd demanded she bare her butt to him when, after several more seconds--they seemed like years to her--her father still had not given her permission to cover her bottom. "Daddy?" she called.



He ignored her.



"I wasn't spanked," she announced, stating the obvious.



Sarah stumbled forward as she felt her father's hands cup her ass cheeks, his thumbs at the lower, inside corners of the full mounds, his palms resting against their satin softness, and the tips of his extended, spread fingers indenting into the sides of her bottom. His hands squeezed lightly.



"Dad!" Sarah cried. "What are you doing?"



"You have such a nice, tight, smooth ass, Sarah," he said. "No wonder your coach spanks you so often."



"Daddy, please--"



His fingers flexed, kneading the firm-soft globes of his daughter's buttocks. "Does she spank the other girls on your squad, too, Sarah, or just you?"



"Dad, stop!"



She reached for the waistbands of her panties and jeans, but her father knocked her hands away, giving her a sharp slap across the buttocks. "Answer my question!" he commanded. "Does Coach Bigg spank only you, or does she spank the other girls on your squad, too?"



"All of us," Sarah said. "Now, please, Dad--"



"I'd like to see that," he said, sounding as though he was speaking to himself rather than to his daughter.



Mindful of her father's stiff, swollen erection, Sarah tried another tactic to get her father to stop massaging and caressing her bare bottom. "Mom could be home any minute," she reminded him. It would be one thing for Sarah's mother, Marlene, to see her husband spanking their daughter's bare buttocks--Marlene could accept that, albeit reluctantly--but it would be quite another matter, Sarah thought, if her mother were to see her husband fondling and caressing their daughter's naked bottom. Marlene, cowed by her domineering husband, would accept a lot from him--too much, Sarah thought--but Sarah doubted that her mom would tolerate such behavior as her dad was now demonstrating.



Pulled back, hard, Sarah was flung across her father's lap. Through his slacks, she felt his rigid penis against her bare, shaved pubes as he forced her down, across his knee, so that her bare bottom was arched across his thighs. She struggled, crying out. "Daddy, stop! I didn't do anything! I wasn't spanked!"



She squirmed, her groin pressed firmly against the firmness of her father's erection, and felt the stiff column of flesh between her naked pussy and her bare tummy. Sobbing, she begged him to stop, to let her up, again reminding him that her mom--and his wife!--could be home any moment. It was all to no avail. Instead of releasing her, he began to rain hard blows down upon her firm, sleek buttocks, and Sarah grimaced, sobbed, and shrieked. "Stop, Daddy! Ow! Quit! Ouch! Please, stop! Uh!"



After he'd swatted her a couple of dozen times, alternating the blows between her buttocks, he shoved her roughly from his lap, and she saw the impression of his upright cock tenting the fabric of his slacks. He was harder now than he'd been when she'd first seen him, watching the spanking scene in the cheap porn flick, as she'd entered the living room, and it was she--or the sight of her bare buttocks over his lap--and the sensations, no doubt, of his erection pressed and sliding against her bare crotch and tummy--that had caused this change in his condition. The porn star had gotten him hard, but it had been she, his daughter, who'd made her father's hard-on harder!



"What was that for?" Sarah demanded, angrily yanking her panties and jeans back up her thighs and wincing as the coarse denim rubbed her hot, reddened ass through the thin silk of her underwear.



His face was impassive, his eyes cold. "A reminder," he said.



"Of what?"



"Of who's in charge. Now, go to your room, young lady."



Sarah fled, tears springing to her eyes as she sprinted up the stairs to her bedroom. As she lay in her bed, clutching her teddy bear to her bosom, her fiery ass tingling and smarting, she wondered whether she should mention what had just transpired to her mother, but she decided against it. Even if Sarah mentioned the porn film she'd caught her father watching before he'd decided, for no reason, to spank her butt, her mother would be likely to take his side. Her mom wasn't an assertive woman. In fact, she was easily cowed and dominated. She was also old-fashioned when it came to the relationships between men and women. Men ruled, and women were ruled, her mom believed. The Bible itself said as much, Max insisted, and, good Catholic that Marlene was, she wasn't about to challenge her husband's interpretation of the verses he claimed backed his assertion, any more than she was likely to challenge his right--indeed, his responsibility, as Sarah's father and the head of their household--to discipline their daughter however he saw fit. To spare the rod, after all, was to spoil the child. The Bible was quite clear concerning the matter. And her husband's choice of TV fare had nothing to with his disciplining their daughter.



That's what her mom would say, Sarah thought. There was no use in mentioning what had happened, because, as far as her mom would be concerned, nothing untoward would have taken place.



Wondering whether her father had purposely allowed her a glimpse of the porn video before he'd switched the TV set off, Sarah clutched her teddy bear and cried herself to sleep. In her dreams, her father's penis was erect. It stood up straight, thick and rigid and swollen. However, the stiff prick didn't make a tent of the front of his trousers, because he wasn't wearing any clothes. Max Owens was naked, and a drop of Cowper's fluid, or pre-cum, glistened at the tip of his purple glans. He took his daughter's dainty hand in his own iron grip, his fingers a tight vise, and placed her palm upon his distended dick.



The touch of the smooth, tight flesh against her hand repulsed her, and she tried to withdraw her hand, but he held it in place. His hand around her own, he closed his fist, making her fingers curl around the shaft of his prick. Then, he masturbated himself, using her hand, closed inside his own fist, as a sort of glove, and she felt his blood pulse and his nerves spasm beneath the taut skin that she pumped back and forth, up and down, upon his rigid column of flesh. On the down stroke, the flat of her hand bumped against his balls, and his testicles jiggled inside the risen pouch of his taut, gathered scrotum.



In her nightmare, her father leered at her, the way he'd leered at the porn star in the spanking scene, and he said, "You have such a nice, tight, smooth ass, Sarah. No wonder your coach spanks you so often."



Sarah's eyes flew open; her mouth gaped, ready to scream--and she saw the ceiling fan above her bed spinning, the big blades fanning her. Immense shadows whirled across the ceiling, as if they were the wings of some strange, invisible, insect-like demon. 



She'd wet her bed, not with urine, but with her overflowing cunt, and her nipples were stiff and swollen. Her ass cheeks still tingled and smarted from the spanking she'd received at the hands of her father, and, Sarah realized that, on some deep level, her father's sexual attraction for her, evident in his erections, in his demand for her to bare her buttocks to him daily, and in his insistence upon delivering spankings to her while she was nude, aroused, even as it repulsed, her. She closed her eyes upon her tears, and recalled the images of her dream: her hand, small and tender, closed around the warm, hard flesh of her father's swollen cock, pumping him hard and fast, and she hoped that, when sleep claimed her, she might dream of masturbating him again.



If she dreamed of their doing other things together, well, that would be all right, too, she thought.

