Lessons from Daddy Ch. 01

This story is a work of fiction based on role play fantasy. The characters in this story are not real.

This is my first posted short story. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. I look forward to your comments both positive and constructive.

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It all started the summer after my parents separated and divorced. I must have been about 18. They shared custody, so week days were with Mom but weekends were with Daddy. At first he was in this crappy little bachelor apartment; however, it didn't take long for him to get money together for a nice 2 bedroom house. The apartment was tight. I would go straight to Daddy's place from school. Most days I would stretch out on his bed in my school uniform, read my Teen Beat magazine, or read a book, and I always listened to my music. I was in the habit of cranking the music through my headphones; I'm sure all teenagers did the same thing. Most days I heard Daddy come in, but for some reason; I can't say why, I didn't hear him come in this day. I was sprawled out on his bed, legs bent up and swinging to my drumming tunes as I became further engrossed in the novel I had picked up from the school library. I didn't notice that my blouse had come untucked and a few buttons slipped open in the front, and I definitely didn't notice that my blue plaid skirt had rode up my round bottom, showing my little white cotton panties to the rest of the open room.

I was made aware that Daddy had come home with the sudden sharp sting on my ass. I'm sure I jumped a foot, and tore my headphones off just as quickly.

"Daddy! That hurt!" I snapped at him sharply. He simply stood 6 feet above me, hands on his hips, broad strong shoulders and chest puffed out. His handsome face had a scowl on it and his sandy blond hair was ruffled and untidy. He was upset about something. He tried to keep his temper in check as he looked down on me, his words carried the stifled hostility that was easily read in how he stood above me.

"Do you always lay here with your clothes half off and the door wide open?"

When I had processed what he said I sat up quickly and looked around. I adjusted skirt, and buttoned my blouse as I looked around the tiny apartment.

"Door open?" I stammered in shock "I'm positive I closed it when I came in Daddy, I promise; and I didn't realize my skirt came up. It must have slid up when I was laying here reading. It's such a good book, I didn't realize."

Daddy's face softened some, but was still in his "strict" and "You're not getting off easily" look, with his brows slightly furrowed and lips pursed and thin.

"The door was wide open. Anyone could see that little ass hanging out of that skirt. Anyone could have come in and taken advantage of you. I see that lesson's need to be learned here." Daddy's tone of voice was firm, smooth and calm. I knew he meant it, but I didn't understand what he meant, and that left me nervous as I had never seen my Daddy like this.

"Little girl's need to know what could happen if a horny man came by and see what I walked into." His tone was still firm and smooth. "And if telling them to be careful isn't enough to teach them, then perhaps they need some hands-on learning." He looked down on me sternly, turned and took a few paces to the apartment's door, turned the deadbolt and latched the safety chain. Daddy then moved to the other side of the apartment, locked the window and patio door and closed all the drapes. He turned quickly and looked at me. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, frozen in fear. I swallowed hard as he looked at me. His eyes appeared different to me this time. They were raw, carnal and what I thought might be a little bit of lust, but that couldn't be, this was my Daddy after all. Daddies don't have lustful thoughts and feelings for their little girl, do they? Daddy moved back to the bed, his steps, strong, heavy and sure, he dropped his hands to side of my face, and slowly and softly dragged his calloused fingers over my cheek, over my silky lips, and down my thin satin neck stopping at the neck of my blouse.

"I hope you have a fresh blouse here for school Monday!" His words were odd to me. Something I knew that he knew I always had on hand at his house, but before I could ask him why he'd ask such a silly question his large strong hands parted fast and hard and ripped my blouse open, sending buttons flying and cotton ripping. I jumped in shock at what had happened, and looked up at Daddy, not sure what was going on. He must have read the worry in my face, because he was quick to comment.

"Today I will start some 'lessons," He started with a sure tone. "Lessons on what can happen to you when you leave the door open, and lessons on how to make men happy!" I stared back at him, eyes wide and mouth agape. I think I was too stunned to speak anything that was floating through my little virgin mind.

"Men like little girls in their school skirts," he went on. "And it makes them hard." He grabbed my hand pressed it to the growing lump in the crotch of his Levis.

"When men see these little skirts with a cute little ass like yours hanging out, it makes their cock hard." He pressed my hand to his crotch harder. I could feel his cock strain on his jeans more.

"When men get too horny they can't think, when they can't think they act. Action leads to girls getting raped! You know what rape is by now I'm sure!" he snapped at me. I simply nodded as I pulled my hand away from Daddy's thumping crotch. I tried to back away, but I wasn't quick enough. I found his large hand tightly closed around my slender wrist, a sharp knife quickly slit open the front of my bra. I gasped loudly and small tears began to trickle down my cheek as Daddy continued.

"And with a blouse open and little boobs hanging out," He dropped the knife and latched his hand firmly and roughly on my bared breast. "Men can't help but touch them, lick them, and bite them." Daddy pulled me to my feet in front of him and began to lean his head down to my full c cup melons.

I began to whimper and sob softly. "No Daddy please, don't."

"This lesson is not optional!" He snapped back as he tugged my arm sharply. "You will have to learn, and if you won't listen to what I tell you, I will show you!" and he dropped his head to my chest and latched onto my nipple with his perfect white teeth and pulled harder than I thought was possible.

"OWW! DADDY! THAT HURTS!' I wailed loudly and swung my free hand towards his head before he caught it in his other hand, and pinned them both together tightly behind my back in his one hand.

"Good!" he snapped back as his mouth moved from breast to breast, biting at them, sucking, licking and lapping at them. I stood there struggling under every sensation, tears streaming down my perfect cheeks as he had his way.

"Please Daddy, No!" I begged over and over, cried harder and harder as he bit at my tits and tugged my nipples causing the pain to sear and shoot through my tiny torso.

"Shut up and do as you're told!" he snapped back as he pushed me down on the bed. I tried to scramble away, but quickly found myself pinned against the wall with Daddy's strong hand wrapped around my tiny ankle, pulling me back to the edge of the bed.

"Lesson 1:" he began. "Is simple. Men think with their cocks and if they see something they want, they take it!" He looked down on me as I laid on his bed trembling, not moving, not saying anything; simply sobbing softly. At this point, I had realized that fighting the man that was easily twice my size was futile. I would have to let everything play out.

Daddy took some rope from the closet. It had to be the softest, silkiest rope I had ever seen. He quickly took the rope and slit it in two, tied the ends to two of the feet of the bed, spread my slender legs as wide as they would go and tied the rope ends to each ankle. The pain and discomfort from being stretched left my head spinning and dizzy. It felt like I laid there for hours. That's when I felt the breeze on my middle. I looked up to see Daddy knelt on the floor beside the bed, knife in his hand eyes fixed on my bald virgin middle. His eyes were big and wide. I don't know how long he just sat there and stared at it. It felt like hours.

Finally his words broke the silence in the room. "It's so tiny, so little, so bare!" His hand reached up and stroked my bare pussy lips. My body quivered and instinctively tried to pull away. He just glared up at me and I tried to lay still. His hand slipped up and down my tight little cunt, making slow strokes up and down. Each stroke bringing quiet mutterings from him.

"It looks like it did when I would bath you when you were little!" he rubbed it a little more quickly, his fingers opened the lips wide, and I bit down on my lip, sucking the tears back as Daddy's fingers probed at my little pleasure bud, firmly tapping at it, pinching it and pulling it. I tried hard to lay still so Daddy wouldn't get angry with me again. Then he leaned in and drew his tongue slowly up my slit from my tight puckered anus to my tender little bud, groaning deeply the whole time. I shivered hard; partially from the fear of the horrible things my Daddy was doing to me, and partially due to a very unfamiliar arousal. Daddy's fingers and tongue played around my little cunt for some time. He dragged them along my hole, my bud and my button. He would dip them into my hole and twist and turn, but he never pushed them far inside. He must have sensed that I was worried about my virginity because he assured me.

"Don't worry little one, I won't break that hymen today!" and continued to probe, lap and play with my middle. As he worked at me my sobs turned to sighs and moans. Before long I was groaning hard, and felt an odd pull deep in my belly.

"Daddy ... "I groaned as my fingers dug into his sheets. "My belly feels funny!"

"Good!" was his only comment before he worked faster at my middle. I dug my fingers into his bed harder and ground my crotch to his face, bucking and screaming as my belly tightened and I sprayed Daddy's face with juices I didn't know I had.

When Daddy finally stopped playing with my tender cunt and I stopped spraying his face I laid on the bed, still tied down.

"I'm sorry Daddy, I don't know what happened, and I didn't mean to get you wet." I cried thinking I had just done something bad.

Daddy just laughed at me. "Oh Pumpkin, you didn't do anything wrong, you did it all right. That spray means you liked it, and Daddy likes to taste that spray, it is so sweet." He dragged his fingers over my middle, soaking them with my juices before slipping them between my lips telling me to taste.

I wasn't positive what I thought of the flavor, but I was sure that this was not the last time I would experience it.

"Go shower, we are going out for dinner before your next lesson." Daddy softly informed me as he untied my ankles. I slowly scampered off the bed, held what was left of my clothes together as I stepped into the bathroom, shut and locked the door quietly.

End Chapter 1