Her Hometown Daddy

by Rose St. Andrews

  Drew sat up, holding her close, and she pulled off the remnants of his shirt and reached for his belt. A louder moan erupted from her lungs as his hands caressed and tickled her breasts. Lying back down, he rolled about, and Lisa worked his jeans and briefs down. All the while, he rubbed up and down her pussy, then tugged at her panties, raking them across her lips. The friction, the motion, and his tantalizing teasing set her pussy on fire.

  Then he was pulling her panties off, and she bounced on his lap so as to make his efforts easier until finally they were naked. Her hand touched his cock. It was proportionate to his body, which made her grin. As they kissed again, their tongues sword-fighting, her eyebrows shot up. His fingers, those most magical of fingers, were teasing her inner thighs.

  Oh, yeah, definitely multi-talented digits!

  Her legs spread wide. He did not take the invitation. While both hands descended to stimulate her, neither entered her. He caressed, he tickled, he lightly slid his fingertips across her enraged skin, but that was all. Lisa was driven wild. Her thighs quivered and pulsated, her pussy became engorged and hotter, but still she was denied delight.

  “Ohhh, Drew, you-you-youuuuu… ohhh, God! Insane, I’m going insane. Pleeeease—oh!” she wailed.

  “Now, now, little girl, trust me to guide you,” he said with a grin.

  Another kiss, long and deep, and he rolled onto his back. She straddled him, her legs super wide, and still his fingers tormented her. Her back arched and her breasts grew firm. Drew bent up to kiss them and swirl his tongue slowly and lightly around her nipples. Lisa gasped and then choked on a moan. His thumb gently stroked her clit while two fingers slipped inside her. She shook and shivered, and then almost screamed when he withdrew. At the exact second she started to relax and her muscles eased off, he returned. His fingers thrust deep to her g-spot, and her head seemed to explode.

  “Holy crap,” she wailed.

  Again his fingers withdrew, but this time they were replaced by his rock-hard shaft. It thrust forward, pushed past her clit and touched her g-spot. Lisa flew up in the air. His hands grabbed her about the waist, and she was forced down.

  “Now, baby girl, now I take you beyond your limit,” he said in a husky sexy voice.

  “Ohhh! Drew, do it, doooo itttt, take meeee,” she howled.

  She was a puppet. Drew rocked and thrust into her over and over, and all the while his hands guided her body. She was helpless, he kept her body in motion long after she climaxed. Waves of orgasmic pleasure careened inside her body. Her hands flew to her breasts to squeeze and pinch them as she came again. He came as well, his hot essence exploding inside her, and she was sent over the edge. Three more orgasms ripped through her body. Yet, she was not allowed to stop. Drew’s hand continued to demand that she ride him, ride him until every drop of his cum was drained from his body, and she was lost in a sea of bliss.

  Finally, reduced to a ragdoll, she was permitted to come down. As she flopped forward into his arms, he embraced and caressed her, and oblivion embraced her as well.

  Chapter Seven

  Lisa opened her eyes and smiled. Drew had her in his arms and was grinning at her.

  “Hey, baby girl, nice to see you awake. You feel like some brunch?”

  “Brunch? Damn, how long did I sleep?”

  “Well, to be fair, we did go at it for quite a while. So, not long. But, I am hungry. Heavy duty physical activity has that effect on me. So, how about it?”

  She giggled. “Sure, it does the same to me. I’m famished.”

  They got up, dressed, and headed downstairs for a light meal of fruit and drinks. They both felt so good, they sat out on the porch to eat and put their feet up to watch the world go by.

  “So, Drew, I’ve got to ask, how come you never went for me before?”

  “Lisa, we grew up together. We’ve been best buds since we were… what, five? You remember when we decided to try kissing?”

  “Oh, yeah, it was the first kiss for both of us, and it felt totally weird.”

  “Exactly. I just had a hard time seeing you as an… available woman, at least back then.”

  “And now?”

  He smiled. “Well, to paraphrase the Monty Python boys, ‘Now is something completely different!’ I just hope you appreciate what a hold you have over me now, little girl.”

  She shivered at his final words. “I do? Um, if that’s the case, Drew, I uhhh, I need to ask you something. Your words tell me I actually said what I was thinking about last night.”

  “Yeah, you did. So, it seems spanking isn’t your only fetish.”

  “Um… yeah. Do you mind?”

  “Lisa, I made it clear to you, I’m yours, body and soul. If something makes you happy, I don’t care what it is, I’ll do it. Like you always said, you knew I’d make a good daddy someday. Well, I have to admit, I kind of like… no, I love the idea of being your daddy.”

  They then discussed what she wanted and set their new relationship in motion.

  “So, what do we do now, Dre—daddy? Oh, it feels so good to say that!”

  Drew smiled. “It feels very good to hear you say it. Well, I was going to get back to work, but maybe I should take it easy today. How about some plain old-fashioned fun? I got a playroom full of toys that haven’t been used in a decade.”

  “Do you still have that Easy Bake Oven?”

  “Much to my father’s chagrin,” he replied with a wink.

  “Then I want to bake cookies,” she said with glee.

  Drew laughed and nodded; they moved to the playroom. While Lisa got things set up, Drew went to the kitchen to get the supplies. He returned with glasses of juice, a tube of cookie dough, and a cutting board and knife. They proceeded to create their own version of the pottery scene from the movie Ghost. Drew knelt behind Lisa, she sat in his lap, and he wrapped his arms around her to help her cut the dough.

  “Oh, daddy, it’s such a big thick tube of dough. You think my oven can take all of it?”

  “I’m sure it can, baby girl, so long as we stuff it in a little at a time.”

  Lisa shifted, rubbing her pert rump back and forth across his lap, and then moved forward, leaning way across the table to slide the cookie sheet into the oven. She was in her bright red yoga pants and she stayed there slowly swaying her hips before him. She heard Drew groan and a zipper zip. His hands took her about the waist and slowly, so very slowly slid her pants down. He pulled her toward him, and she let out a slight squeak as she felt his hard cock slipping between her cheeks.

  “Oh, Daddy, your dough is so big,” she stammered.

  His hands moved up under her shirt to cup and caress her breasts and he kissed the back of her neck.

  “You’ll take every inch,” he whispered in her ear.

  She groaned, his hot breath setting her skin on fire as the tip of his shaft entered her ass. His hips thrust. He went deeper. She moaned and her hands drifted down between her legs. Bouncing in his lap, their bodies became in sync. As he rose, she pushed back, driving his shaft deeper and deeper inside her. His hands, those talented hands teased and lightly pinched the merest tips of her nipples. She moaned louder, her fingers thrusting hard into her pussy. She was close. Suddenly, down came Drew’s left arm like a gate pinning her arms down. She could barely move. The fire building inside her ebbed and she cried out in protest, practically growling.

  “Daddy, let go! Please, I need to come,” she whined.

  “Not yet, little girl, daddy will give you permission when it’s time,” he ordered softly in her ear.

  Lisa’s belly tightened and her pussy quivered, its juices drenching her thighs as she was driven wild with lust. Drew continued to pound her, kiss her neck, and caress her body. Yet, she remained helpless and powerless to control any aspect of the act. Her body was his, like the toys strewn about the room, and he alone decided what it could do.

  “Sweet Jesus, daddy, please, no more,” she screamed. “Come, must come, can’t take more!”

  “Oh,
oh, yes,” he bellowed. “Now, come with me!”

  Lisa lost it. Her head tilted back, her mouth flopped open, and she howled out one incredible kick-ass orgasm. Thrusting and straining about, her thighs quivered, her pussy gushed, and her ass craved every ounce of attention Drew gave it. It was several minutes before they both came down, and Lisa knew it had been that long by the aroma that assailed her nose: burning cookies. It seemed they’d left the first batch in the oven too long. They practically fell all over each other disengaging themselves from each other and lunging for the oven. Drew grabbed the little tray pusher, jabbed it into the slot, and the tray shot out the other side and onto the floor. Three blackened little remains of cookies smoldered there.

  “Damn, ruined our first batch,” Lisa whined. “And I was looking forward to them.”

  Drew smiled. “Oh, it’s okay, sweets, we’ve got plenty more dough. Ah, wait a minute. No, it’s not all right!”

  She did a double take, totally confused by his abrupt change in attitude. “Ahhh, okay, Daddy. I… ah, I’m sorry about—whoa!”

  Lisa didn’t get to finish her sentence. Drew sat, pulled her across his lap, and his hand landed on the seat of her yoga pants, which she’d yanked up when they scrambled for the cookies. He smacked quite hard too!

  “I don’t want to hear your inadequate excuse for an apology, little girl,” he scolded, spanking harder and faster. “I will not tolerate you wasting food and making a mess in the playroom. Which means you’ve just earned yourself a double spanking.”

  “Ouch, ow! Daddy, wait, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—ow—do it,” she complained.

  He was not impressed. That lovely hand of his just kept right on spanking away, baking her poor bottom. The sting was beyond anything she’d ever known. Each smack to her cheeks, held firmly by those snug pants was mixed with the lingering ache to her ass and the hot cum nestled within her. It was like a ball of fire. As his hand connected with her behind, the orb shook and pulsated through her tender flesh. Tendrils of fiery delight stabbed at her pussy, and in the background was Drew’s scolding voice.

  Lisa lost it again, and again. Explosive orgasms tore through her body. She practically convulsed, her muscles shuddered so hard, and she even did the classic eyes rolling back in her head as she drifted off into subspace. Her jaw dropped as she screamed out a mix of orgasmic glee and agony, then bawled like a baby. “Yes, daddy, yes! Spank me, teach me a lesson, no-no-noooo mercyyyy,” she wailed.

  She got none, which was a dream come true. Lisa floated in a sea of sexual energy, leaping and splashing about like a dolphin. All she knew was pleasure and pain, fire of lust, and the freedom of total submission.

  Suddenly, she snapped back to the real world with a start to find herself lying face down on a large bed. It made her feel juvenile. Hoisting herself up on her elbows, she looked around and winced. Her ass was on fire. Reaching back, she gingerly rubbed. Her yoga pants felt so very soft and delicate, and she could feel the heat rising from her flesh. She was in Drew’s bed. It was so large and up so high, she truly felt like his little girl.

  Climbing down from her high perch, she winced again. The sting in her ass was incredible. Slipping her yoga pants down, she checked out the damage in the dresser mirror. She was redder than she’d ever been, even after that bad sunburn back a few years ago. Squeezing and pinching her hot flesh, she moaned.

  Oh, that was… the best! No, that trip across Drew’s lap was the best. Holy shit, I don’t think I’ve ever come like that in my life.

  She grabbed her phone to snap another selfie of the damaged area. Hoisting her pants up, she stepped out of the room and looked around. “Daddy?”

  A thump, a bump, and he emerged from the playroom. “Hey, there’s my baby girl! Have a nice nap? Feeling any better?”

  “Ohhh, the best ever,” she sighed. “But hey, I didn’t get any cookies.”

  He chuckled. “Well, I kind of figured some rest was what you chiefly needed. How about some lunch and then we’ll bake?”

  She nodded. “Yeah! Oh, can we take a shower first? I’d like to get all cleaned up.”

  “We? So, together?”

  “You got a problem with that?”

  “Not at all,” he said, shaking his head.

  They moved to the bathroom and began to undress. Lisa loved the sight of his naked frame. This was truly the first time she’d gotten a good look at his entire body. She liked it a lot! Suddenly, as he started to run the water, Drew laughed.

  “Daddy, what’s so funny?”

  “I was just thinking back to a time when we were kids. We must have been about… oh, eight and nine. We were coming home from the beach and I asked my mom if we could shower together.”

  Lisa snorted. “Oh, my God, I remember that! But hey, she handled it well. First she said a simple no, and then you hit her with that all-purpose question that children torment their parents with: Why?”

  He nodded, turning to her. “Yeah, and I got to give old mom credit, her reply was perfect: ‘men can shower with men and women can shower with women, but not together.’”

  “And we accepted that.”

  “Hey, we were kids, what did we know?”

  She stepped into the tub and into the stream of water, and held out her hands to him. “Well, now we know better.”

  He joined her, and practically blocked the flow from even touching her. They shifted position so that she was closer, and then began to soap each other up. Lisa loved touching his body: so firm and strong, yet so supple and yielding. She cupped and stroked his cock and balls, and tingled as he washed and probed her in return. The warm water and his touch to her sore ass were a fiery blend of excitement.

  “Ohhh, daddy, yeah, right there,” she moaned.

  “You sure? You’re not too sore?”

  Lisa laughed. “What, this? Daddy, those were love taps. If you expect to make an impression on me, you’re going to have to do better,” she said smugly.

  “Oh, really? Well, don’t you worry, baby girl, daddy’s arm is quite strong, and he has access to implements. He’ll teach you a good lesson next time.”

  “Yeah, yeah what-evahhh,” she sneered.

  That was all it took. He sat on the edge of the tub (no easy feat for him and probably uncomfortable), put her across his lap, and spanked her. Lisa was impressed. He did not go easy on her, and the pain was unlike anything she had ever known. She lay there across his strong bare thighs, his hand slammed into her bare sore cheeks over and over, and the gentle ‘rain’ cascaded across their bodies. The sting of a wet spanking was incredible, the instant cooling effect of the water made her flash hot and then cold, and then hot again. And then there was the heat buried deep in her flesh from the previous spanking. It and the cool of the water and the new heat from the spanking were like a wave machine inside her pussy. Back and forth they rolled and washed, ebbed and flowed, and drove her insane.

  “You learning, little girl, you learning to respect daddy and not have such an attitude?” he scolded.

  “Waahhhh! Yes, daddy, yessss, I-I-I… ohhh,” she screamed, coming hard.

  Her mouth opened wide to bawl, she wailed her climax out, and the water and spanks just kept on falling. In the end, the spanking only stopped because they ran out of hot water. She almost laughed at how quickly they both scampered out of the tub once they got blasted with freezing water. She stood there, hands on her cheeks as they throbbed along with her pussy, and looked up into those gorgeous eyes of his.

  Drew stepped closer. “So, has my little girl learned her lesson?”

  “Ohhh, yes, daddy, I learned good, and I know what’ll happen every time I get mouthy in the shower.”

  He grinned. It seemed he got the message. “Good, now I’m famished, so let’s eat.”

  They got dressed, Lisa in a thong and short loose skirt and blouse. She was tempted to forgo a bra, as she was his little girl now, but decided she needed the support. Her big concern was the skirt. If they went o
utside and a breeze caught it, her blazing ass would be on display. However, there was no way she was tolerating tight clothes now. Drew made them lunch and then he sat down to eat. Lisa had to stand. Although he said that in the future she would have to sit, just as soon as her new stool was ready. Her breath caught in her throat and her toes curled as she tried to imagine what new torment he had in store for her. Trying to put such thoughts out of her mind, an idea came to her.

  “Daddy, could we go visit our old clubhouse now?”

  His brow wrinkled. “The club? Ah, I don’t even know if it’s still standing. Hell, I don’t know if I could even find it.”

  “I can,” she said happily. “I already did. Oh, please come see it, daddy, it’d mean so much to me.”

  He smiled. “Well, sure, if you found it, I’ll be happy to check it out. Wait, you went off in the woods alone? Oh, I don’t like that. I’ll add that to your list of crimes to be punished for.”

  “Ulp!” Lisa squeaked. “Goodness, that’s already getting quite long.”

  “Yes, it is. Let’s see: damage to the screen, burdening me with extra work to fix said screen, puking all over the rosebushes, leaving a mess in bathroom, leaving a wet floor in the hallway. Ah, what else? Oh, using old medicine, now wandering off in the woods, tearing my shirt, and staying out past curfew.”

  “When did I do that?”

  “Working at the—I mean, going over to Uncle Ken’s house to play. Your bedtime is nine o’clock, little girl. You miss that and it’s a trip over my knee.”

  “Hey, wait a minute; we weren’t… playing when I did that,” she whined. “Besides, it’s my work—ah, having fun with my friends.”