by Sasha Scott
“Ahh, it hurts, it hurts,” she began to sob, tears forming in those eyes before Russell came to her rescue, scooping him up in his arms.
“Aww I’m sorry darling. I’ll get you home now.”
She buried her head deeply into his chest, “I was so scared! He saw me then I was falling. Daddy please don’t do this again.”
He planted a kiss onto the top of her head and ran his hand through her hair, carrying her naked body in his arms like she was the princess she craved to be.
“We’ll be back soon. Daddy will keep you safe.”
She hadn’t been so reassured by anything he’d said in a long, long time.
“Does that feel better?”
Jasmine nodded once Russell had finished wiping down her slight scrapes, having already taped up her ankle.
“A little bit, yeah.”
“Good girl. Don’t you think it’s time for bed now?”
“But… are you going to ask me to sleep in that dog bed again?”
He nodded, brushing his hand through her hair, “Sorry dear but it’s necessary for your training.”
“But I had a traumatic experience. And I don’t have any nightwear.”
“You’ll get used to being naked soon.”
“But I don’t wanna be naked all the time.”
He sighed. Without saying anything more he reached to the base of his shirt and dragged it upwards, revealing his slightly toned chest before he began to unfasten his belt.
“Ah!” she gasped out, “What are you doing?”
“Showing you there is nothing to be worried about,” he said as he reached down and pulled down both his pants and his boxers with one, swift, movement. “See now I’m naked too, there is nothing to be embarrassed about.”
Jasmine’s cheeks lit up bright and red as she saw her own step-dad’s naked body. It was the first time she’d seen him naked ever since she was a little girl, Jasmine covering her eyes with her hands as Russell stood there, tall, proud and erect.
“Daddy put your clothes back on! Your… thing is out.”
“No I want you to look,” he demanded, reaching forward and grasping at her wrists, pulling them away from her eyes. “I need to show you there is nothing to be embarrassed about.”
Her eyes tried to look everywhere but down at his throbbing member. Her gaze darted around to escape the sight but eventually her sight was going to be dragged down to that thickness. Even just the sight of his large member made her squeak and quickly avert her gaze.
“There is nothing to be embarrassed about.”
“Yes there is! Why are you hard anyway?”
“Well, it’s been awhile since I’ve been with a woman.”
“Daddy!”
“Hehe, I’m sorry darling. Daddy just happened to get a boner.”
All of a sudden her face seemed to glaze over, Jasmine quickly gasping out as her body began to wiggle around on the spot.
“Bone? Where?”
“Huh?” Russell slipped out in confusion, pointing down to his shaft.
As soon as he pointed he was attacked by Jasmine who dropped down onto her behind on the floor, wrapping her lips around the head of his cock, swallowing up the shaft within her mouth, making him let out a long, loud, gasp.
“J-Jasmine, what are you doing?”
She licked her tongue over the meat in her mouth, letting out low growling noises as she ran her mouth along the shaft.
Russell took a firm hold of her head and tried to drag her back but she responded by gripping her teeth down, making him released his grip fairly quickly.
“Ah, don’t bite! What’s gotten into you?”
She released those teeth and went back to slurping and lapping at his shaft. There was only one explanation why she would suddenly do something like this. He must have triggered her tranced state. When he said boner she’d misheard it as bone and was now treating his dick like a toy.
He was going to revert her back to normal but there was no way he could do that like this. He couldn’t bring his little girl back around to find herself sucking on her dad’s cock; what would she think? If he couldn’t pull her up there was only one option left, he had to get off.
Russell pushed down onto the back of her head to work his cock into her throat, pumping his hips forward and back as he began to rut in the tight confines of her insides, his pants moaning out as drool poured down across her chin.
His cock throbbed in her warm mouth every time he thrusted his hips and felt her tightness squeezing around his girth. He could really feel it, he wasn’t going to last long.
“Oh, oh, I’m cumming,” he grunted out, “I’m cumming dear.”
He pushed his hips forward, tightly into her lips, as his orgasm burst out and gushed down deep into her throat, leaving her insides stained with thick, clinging, cum.
Russell bit down firmly on his bottom lip as his full orgasm was milked out by her suckling mouth and that squeezing throat. He hadn’t been with a woman since his wife had passed away. This blowjob felt completely amazing.
Jasmine finally pulled her head back once she had a mouthful of warmth, the teenager gargling as the thick whiteness gave her a filling.
“I-I think it’s bed time now Jasmine. Quickly get to bed now, chop chop.”
He was still started but luckily she still seemed to be in the mindset of a pet, obediently pushing herself into the dog bed and curling up.
Russell quickly swiped up the music player and headphones and fitted them onto Jasmine’s head, beginning some more hypnosis files for the teenager to listen to.
“Goodnight Jasmine,” he sighed out. What just happened, he couldn’t really get his head around it. It started to fill him with some new thoughts, some dirtier thoughts.
His eyes glanced down to that music player. Maybe there was something more he could do with his new pet after all.
Becoming Obedient
Russell didn’t have the same enthusiasm to wake his little girl up that he’d had the day before. It was mainly down to the actions she had taken last night, a new line being crossed by the two. He didn’t even know if she had any memory of the incident, there was only one way to find out.
“Rise and shine Jasmine,” he called down to her as he removed her headphones which had been playing hypnotic scripts to her all night long.
Once again it had been a relaxing night. Being placed into a hypnosis trance, being taken down into a deep state of relaxation, that was one hell of a way to spend a night.
The groggy teenager rose her head up from her dog bed, her slender body still naked after their exhibitionist adventure last night. She reached her hands up and used them to rub her heavy eyes as she adjusted to the morning light.
“Hmm? Morning daddy,” she groaned out, pulling her head back to release a big yawn.
“How did you sleep pumpkin?”
Her eyes glanced up and caught a sight of her step-dad’s face but only for a moment before she quickly flicked her head to the side and averted all vision.
“J-just fine,” her voice crackled out. It was an unusual sudden reaction from his little girl.
“Would you like some breakfast?”
She kept her head down, giving a small nod to her father. It was strange to see her acting so meek all of a sudden.
He did offer her breakfast however and breakfast he would fetch. A small trip to the kitchen later and he was bringing her a dog bowl filled with milk and cereal, the same meal he’d brought her the day before. Once again there was no spoon to speak of, pets didn’t use cutlery.
“Thanks daddy,” she muttered out softly before she leaned over and sunk her head down into the bowl, tongue rolling from out of her lips and starting to scoop up into the milk to slurp up that cereal.
He was pleased to see she was taking to eating from a bowl today and was no longer making a scene, those hypnosis tracks really do the trick, but he couldn’t help but be concerned by how she was acting. She continued to give him small glances b
efore quickly snapping back down like she’d never been sneaking a look to begin with. Something was troubling her.
“Sweetie, is something wrong?”
She seemed to tense up just from those words, quickly shaking her head from side to side in a very clear manner, her brown hair flicking all around.
“No, nothing. Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He wanted her to be meeker and kinder but right now she just seemed uncomfortable. This wasn’t what he was looking for.
“Sweetie, what are you hiding from me?”
“Nothing,” she squeaked out louder, her body squirming about as the milk dripped from her face.
When he took a closer look at her he noticed just how red her face was. She was practically burning up. She hadn’t caught anything had she? If he’d caused her to catch a cold he wouldn’t forgive himself.
“Jasmine…”
“I said it’s nothing!”
“Speak.”
That one simple command opened up the floodgates. When he told her to sit her body would sit. If he told her to lie down she would lie down. Roll over she’d roll over and when he said to speak she lifted her head up high.
“I had a dream last night where I pleasured daddy and now I’m too embarrassed to look at you properly.”
After her confession she slapped her hands over her lips, her face only getting redder and hotter as she admitted the one thing she really wanted to keep secret.
“How did you pleasure me?” he asked, needing to make sure.
“...”
“Speak.”
“With my mouth.”
She squealed after her body went on autopilot again and spat out the truth. Her eyes averted themselves from her daddy quickly, trying to look at anywhere but him, hands tightly wrapping up over her own face again. It didn’t save her the second time but she was desperate.
It at least confirmed to him whether she remembered the incident or not. She did but she simply believed it all to be a dream. At least that meant she wasn’t going to suddenly hate him for it. Ignorance is bliss.
“It’s okay sweetie, I’m not mad,” he tried to assure her as she shivered meekishly in place.
“Yeah but it’s embarrassing!” she squealed out once more, her entire body rocking from side to side, trying to make herself as small as possible.
“It’s only natural for women to have fantasies about men.”
“You’re my dad!”
“Lots of women have fantasies like this. It’s a common fantasy you should not feel any shame about.”
“But I do!”
That was the last straw for his little girl, she’d been pushed too far so she resorted to the last course of action she had for any situation. She took flight and ran from the scene, springing up from out of that dog bed and running out of the living room before he could react.
Russell sighed as little Coco trotted out of her dog basket and began to lap up the half finished meal which Jasmine had left in her bowl. Usually he was trying to calm Jasmine out of some fiery rage but today he was going to have to cheer her out of this down state.
“Jasmine? Jasmine!?”
Russell was setting out to cheer his girl up but first he had to find her. They lived in a big house but he didn’t expect this to actually turn into a hunt. Where had she actually gotten to?
He’d checked everywhere downstairs, including the cupboards, and she wasn’t in any of them. The only explanation was she’d taken flight and hidden herself upstairs.
Heading up the stairs he noticed that Jasmine’s bedroom door was opened slightly. He could have sworn it’d been shut properly, no reason to leave a door hanging open like that.
Russell peeked his head inside the room. No sight of her. However that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to be lurking around. Like downstairs he checked the most convenient hiding spot there was, her wardrobe.
There she was, tucked away into the corner with her legs held up, her head buried behind with those slender arms wrapped around her body.
“Sweetie…” he called down to her delicately.
“Go away! I don’t want to see you!”
“I just want to talk sweetie.”
“Well I don’t want to talk to you!”
Her voice came out on a scream as she leaped back up onto her feet and tried to sprint quickly out of the room. But he wasn’t having any of it.
To get out of the room she would have to go through him, Russell pushing his body back against the door to shut it with his back, Jasmine trying to push him out of the way and force a path to freedom.
“Jasmine stop that,” he said as she was almost tangled up in him, trying to fight her way past time. For a girl who didn’t want to see her father right now she didn’t seem to mind being pressed up against him. The blood seemed to be rushing to her head again.
“No let me out!”
“Jasmine stop it we need to talk.”
“Leave me alone and let me go!” she screamed out, dragging her nails across his forearm, leaving a grazed mark in his skin.
Even if she was upset about her ‘dream’ last night he couldn’t excuse her violent behavior. He had been teaching her to be a good girl, she needed to know better.
Russell grasped his hand into Jasmine’s pink collar and dragged her backwards, forcing a squeal from her as she was taken off guard by the sudden action.
He dragged her across the bedroom, to her own bed, Russell sitting down first before pulling his teenage step-daughter down across his lap, with her squirming ass pressed upwards. This had been the one thing that had really been able to put her in her place, his one big weapon against her. His hand swung down and clapped firmly onto her behind.
“That’s a bad girl!” he said in a strong, firm, clear, voice as his palm left a red handprint down across her curvy backside.
She tensed up, body jerking when the hand connected with her flesh, a squeal popping out from her lips. That one strike managed to sap away her heated momentum and brought her back towards the mindset of a submissive, well behaved girl.
One spank was not enough however and Russell drew his hand back and sent it swatting back down onto her rear, with a clap of skin meeting skin, making more fluttering sounds escape from her lips in a high pitched squeal.
“Daddy stop it,” she whimpered out as her backside began to glow in a bright red colour, marked by the firmness of his hands.
“This is for your own good, you need to learn to behave,” he explained as he continued to punish her rear with the firm spanks of his powerful, large hands, easily able to make her round, soft behind shake.
Jasmine curled her fingers up into the bedsheets and clung on tightly, small whimpers slipping out as she clamped her lips together, arms shaking down the full length of her clinging limbs. Usually the issue was simply how much it stung but this was the first exception. The issue wasn’t in how much it hurt but in how much it didn’t, compared to the previous times. It wasn’t that she had adapted to the spanks, or that he was getting softer. It was something so much more concerning to her; the spanks were starting to feel good.
She didn’t know if it was the actual act of being spanked that she was starting to enjoy or if it was down to the man who was administering them, her mind having very different views on him after her dream last night, but she couldn’t deny that between her legs was beginning to heat up so splendidly from the sensation of having her behind punished.
Soon Russell would also begin to notice as he spied a wetness glistened from her exposed pussy. Curious he ran two fingers down and stroked them across her mound, his fingers dragging through the accumulated wetness which had begin to build.
He brought his digits back up and gave them a small sniff, followed by a taste. He was no expert but if he had to take a guess he’d say this was female excitement.
“Honey?” he asked, her body tensing up almost immediately.
“It’s not what you think!” she cried out in a pani
cked voice, her face once again glowing with the shade her ass was now decorated in.
“Sweetie,” he said sternly, “Did the spanking make you wet?”
She almost broke down on the spot, her words getting caught in her throat as he laid out the truth in front of her. She’d always been someone who had no issue with lying but right now she simply couldn’t bring herself to do it. She couldn’t bring herself to tell him such an obvious lie.