Dramatis Personae: Yours truly and his 'fictional' wayward daughter
Scenario: Her bedroom. The small hours.
Temperature: 18C (and rising)

I've heard you come home late again. I've stayed up. It's 2am. If you've been drinking you know you're in trouble. We've spoken about this before. You always test me. Test the boundaries I have set. You don't believe that I would actually spank you, do you? Test me, then. I've threatened you like this many times. If you're going to behave like a naughty girl you'll be treated like one...

I approach your door, a slight skip in a heartbeat says more than my words ever would. I slowly open the door. You're reading some glossy mag. You don't see or hear me. I feel a quiver in my loins because of what I see: you lying on your tummy on the bed. You wear a tight white top, your bra-strap showing from behind, just slipping off your shoulder. You wear pink panties with a small lace-trimmed edge (oh God, I think...that is so sexy...the God is in the details) that goes right up the crack of your ass. Your legs, tanned from the summer are long, bare and smooth. The lamplight casts an ochre shadow over your nubile body. You wear colourful toe-socks, and swing your feet gently in the air behind you, rubbing them together. Watching this, just this, has my cock straining against the fabric of my pants. I can't stand this much longer. I need release.

You still haven't heard me. You have music on. Suddenly I see your body start to undulate gently up and down. I notice you have a pillow under you. Your legs stretch out, long and coltish and devilishly cute, and your toes curl as you rub your sex against the pillow, slowly. Your hands have started to raise your top and rub your bare breasts and pinch your nipples. You let out a long and lustful moan: "Oh, Daddy!" Have I just heard you right?

I move slightly along the room so I can see you from the side. Your face is toward me but your eyes are closed. You are deep in your world. Your forehead is slightly matted with sweat and smalll tendrils of your raven hair are stuck to your face. Your cheeks are blushing, a deep and rich shade of pink. You're such a cute girl. My good girl. You love to please Daddy.

Your hand slips down into your panties as your face scrunches up. Your bum is humping hard and fast against the pillow, fucking it. Your bite your lips and mumbe incoherent lusty words. I only hear: "Daddy! take it...it's yours...I'm your hot wet flower...your little bitch". I know this fucktalk is just a means to an end: Orgasm.

Her breathing gets deeper...deeper...her moans louder and louder. Her mouth opens in a wide O as she shudders before me, my good girl writhing and coming on her bed in front of her Daddy, oblivious to me standing there. I wait a few minutes as she comes down slowly.

And now it's my turn...

That's all for NOW. Hope you enjoyed it.

ENCHANTER