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Forbidden: Part 4 She spent hours and hours in her old playhouse in the backyard writing in her journal. Writing about him, and about her terrible, wonderful feelings for him. Filthy fantasies of her mother’s boyfriend using her any way he wanted. She did enough research to know this was called “submission” and it scared her. Wasn’t she supposed to be an empowered girl, a girl who did everything on her own? Her mom raised her to be self-sufficient, to rely on no man. But she wanted to be dominated, controlled, compelled, taken—by him. She felt miserable and ashamed. What kind of person was she? She had no one to talk to about this and it was killing her. Thus the pages and pages of fantasies, each one more dirty, more debauched than the next. She thought that writing them all down would make them go away, but the opposite happened. It just her want him more. On that fateful Friday afternoon she came home from school to find her well-hidden journal missing and a note—from him—in its place. “Call me when you get this note. We need to talk” was all it said. She sat on her bed staring at the note it seemed for hours. With shaking fingers she dialed his cell. “Where are you?” he asked gruffly. “At home. Alone.” “Are you still in your school uniform?” “Um, yes—” “Good. Meet me in your playhouse in 20” was all he said before he hung up. She was waiting for him inside the playhouse, watching the waning afternoon light move slowly across the worn floor. She heard him walking up, but did not turn around. “I read this—” he started “You had no right!” she hissed, eyes blazing and cheeks red with anger and fear. “And you have no shame throwing yourself at me, young lady!” He threw the journal down on the little table. “Throwing myself? Who’s been leaving their bedroom door open when he ties my mom down and fucks her? Who’s been leering at me in my own house? Who—” Suddenly his large hand covered her mouth. “If you do not want me to give your journal to your mother, you’ll do exactly as I say. Is that understood?” he said very quietly. She could only nod, mutely. The room was crackling with their energies. He was staring hard at her and it made her very nervous. She shivered, wondering what would happen to her now. Did she will this to happen somehow? Why did her mom have to be away on business right now? Would he make her burn her journal…or ? She felt her pussy start to tingle, then lowered her head in shame. “Get on the table.” “What?” “I said, ‘Get on the table.’ Just like you described in your journal. Now, Lani.” With dread and desire she lay down on the wooden table where she played tea party for hours with her dollies and girlfriends. This was so wrong…but she was so very wet. Her fantasy was coming true. Without being asked she spread her legs wide for his inspection. She heard him sigh, then there was a long pause. What was he thinking? He was kneeling on the floor at her side. She felt his warm fingers softly caressing her inner thigh, then her ass as he lifted up her uniform skirt. She closed her eyes, reveling in his touch, his closeness. “You wrote this story, so you know what comes next, Lani. Unless you want to stop it now. What do you want, Lani?” His hands continued their sweet roaming up and down her legs, her ass…and then between her legs, stroking her softly, so gently over her white underpants, the wet spot there growing larger by the minute. She felt like she was floating away, she couldn’t think at all. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and her mouth, her pussy, all of her silently begging him to continue. The hands stopped. “I’m waiting on your answer, Lani.” With her eyes closed, panting, her cunt streaming, she whispered, “I want you to do whatever you want, Daddy.” “Good girl,” he purred, and he couldn’t help but smile as he rubbed her cute ass and sweet pussy, his cock so hard, imagining all the things he would do, all weekend long, alone with her… The first smack made her yelp in shock and shame. The second made her cry out, but it had a different tone. The subsequent smacks reddened her ass, the stinging traveling inside her, igniting her clit, making her wriggle on the table. It hurt and pleasured her immensely, as she knew it would. As he knew it would. “You’re a very bad girl, Lani. I know you want to be better for me.” “Yes, Daddy.” “This will help you remember to be a good girl for me. Do not move.” He slowly removed her panties, and stuffed them in his pocket. Then he took something else out of his jacket pocket. She felt something cold and slippery on her anus and tried to get up. His hand on the small of her back kept her down on the table. “I said, do not move, little girl.” He smacked her hard between her legs. It made her ashamed how she seeped at his touches there, how she wanted more, even the touches that hurt. She laid her head back down on the playtable, as if in defeat, surrendering, sighing. “Good girl.” The words wrapped around her heart, and her cunt. She felt his finger stroking her asshole and she shuddered. “Daddy, no!” she whimpered. “Lani, you wrote this story. I know you want this—” and with that he pushed his finger inside her ass, making her gasp. The fingertip was moving slowing in and out, stroking her most private place. “Have you never touched yourself here, Lani? It feels nice, doesn’t it?” She nodded as if in a dream, hypnotized by his touch there. But then he removed his finger. It was replace by something harder. She started again, and he held her down firmly. “Relax, baby girl. You know what this is. I bought you your own glass butt plug. Not too big, not too small. Doesn’t it feel nice sliding inside of you there, in that bad place? Bad girls like you really like the way that feels.” She felt herself opening slowing around it, humiliated and aroused. He was moving it very slowly in and out, fucking her ass. “You like this, I can tell. Your pussy is so wet. You’re dripping on the table. Tell your daddy how good it feels.” “It f-feels so good, Daddy!” she sighed, as if in disbelief. Her eyes were shut tight, and her mouth open in a beautiful “O” of wonder, of desire. His cock got even harder watching her practically cumming by this action alone. Then with one long, hard push, he slid the plug all the way inside her. She was trembling now, so so close. She felt the base of the plug against her ass cheeks and whimpered even more. She was so ashamed of herself, and so wet…And in this fog of delicious, dirty sensations, Lani suddenly remembered how this fantasy unfolded, and where it would end. Just as he said aloud the words she herself had written for him: “You’re going to keep that plug in until I tell you to remove it. And now for the rest of your spanking.” The hard swats on her heated ass just made her groan more in frustration, her excitement rising as she clenched the plug in her ass. Desperate to cum, she tried to wriggle her clit and pussy harder against the table when she suddenly felt his fingers there, stroking and stroking her, teasing her soaking cunt, as he kept spanking her. “Is this as good as you thought it would be, bad girl? As good as your fantasies?” His fingers were on her clit, almost pinching, and she felt her entire body tense, then the trembling started. She could barely breathe as the first waves of her orgasm hit her hard, and he kept spanking, stroking, pinching her through wave after wave as she cried out, thrashing on top of the playhouse table. As sheslowly came down, she felt him stroking her hair, and whispering, “Shh, it’s okay, little girl. Breathe.” And then she was cradled in his arms, in his lap. He was wiping away her tears. They regarded one another in the darkness. The sun had gone down, and it was getting cold. She moved as if to get up, but he held her, firmly, on his lap. And then he kissed her for the first time, lingering, exploring her mouth, making her sigh again with desire. “But there’s more to the story you wrote, isn’t there, Lani? What else happens in your playhouse?” She closed her eyes, and whispered “I suck your cock, then you fuck me on the table. We fuck so hard the table breaks. Then you carry me into the house and we start all over again.” His hands were stroking her everywhere, exploring her. He took his time, knowing it may be the only time he’d have the chance. He gently turned her face to him and told her, “You make me want to live in your stories, Lani.” It was then she felt the power of her words, and of her desires that created all of those stories. She was a sorceress, conjuring something dark and unholy out of thin air. And then he was pulling her down on top of him, taking off her uniform blouse and her bra, and caressing her lush breasts, kissing her hard nipples. With trembling hands she undid his tie and shirt, running her hot hands across his bare chest. She undid his belt and opened his pants, reaching for his thick cock, gasping at its heft in her hands, imagining it opening her tight, slick virgin pussy. Then it was his turn to shudder as she leaned forward to lick his throbbing head, becoming the bad girl in all her stories, the girl unafraid to tease, please, and submit. The bad little girl who seduced her daddy. Thanks to all you helpful Tumblr daddy/doms who encouraged me to write this story—you know who you are!…Still not sure about the ending, and would appreciate your thoughts. Love, YBG
Forbidden: Part 4
She spent hours and hours in her old playhouse in the backyard writing in her journal. Writing about him, and about her terrible, wonderful feelings for him. Filthy fantasies of her mother’s boyfriend using her any way he wanted. She did enough research to know this was called “submission” and it scared her. Wasn’t she supposed to be an empowered girl, a girl who did everything on her own? Her mom raised her to be self-sufficient, to rely on no man. But she wanted to be dominated, controlled, compelled, taken—by him. She felt miserable and ashamed. What kind of person was she? She had no one to talk to about this and it was killing her. Thus the pages and pages of fantasies, each one more dirty, more debauched than the next. She thought that writing them all down would make them go away, but the opposite happened. It just her want him more.
On that fateful Friday afternoon she came home from school to find her well-hidden journal missing and a note—from him—in its place. “Call me when you get this note. We need to talk” was all it said.
She sat on her bed staring at the note it seemed for hours. With shaking fingers she dialed his cell.
“Where are you?” he asked gruffly.
“At home. Alone.”
“Are you still in your school uniform?”
“Um, yes—”
“Good. Meet me in your playhouse in 20” was all he said before he hung up.
She was waiting for him inside the playhouse, watching the waning afternoon light move slowly across the worn floor. She heard him walking up, but did not turn around.
“I read this—” he started
“You had no right!” she hissed, eyes blazing and cheeks red with anger and fear.
“And you have no shame throwing yourself at me, young lady!” He threw the journal down on the little table.
“Throwing myself? Who’s been leaving their bedroom door open when he ties my mom down and fucks her? Who’s been leering at me in my own house? Who—”
Suddenly his large hand covered her mouth.
“If you do not want me to give your journal to your mother, you’ll do exactly as I say. Is that understood?” he said very quietly.
She could only nod, mutely.
The room was crackling with their energies. He was staring hard at her and it made her very nervous. She shivered, wondering what would happen to her now. Did she will this to happen somehow? Why did her mom have to be away on business right now? Would he make her burn her journal…or ?
She felt her pussy start to tingle, then lowered her head in shame.
“Get on the table.”
“What?”
“I said, ‘Get on the table.’ Just like you described in your journal. Now, Lani.”
With dread and desire she lay down on the wooden table where she played tea party for hours with her dollies and girlfriends. This was so wrong…but she was so very wet. Her fantasy was coming true. Without being asked she spread her legs wide for his inspection.
She heard him sigh, then there was a long pause. What was he thinking? He was kneeling on the floor at her side.
She felt his warm fingers softly caressing her inner thigh, then her ass as he lifted up her uniform skirt. She closed her eyes, reveling in his touch, his closeness.
“You wrote this story, so you know what comes next, Lani. Unless you want to stop it now. What do you want, Lani?”
His hands continued their sweet roaming up and down her legs, her ass…and then between her legs, stroking her softly, so gently over her white underpants, the wet spot there growing larger by the minute. She felt like she was floating away, she couldn’t think at all. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and her mouth, her pussy, all of her silently begging him to continue.
The hands stopped.
“I’m waiting on your answer, Lani.”
With her eyes closed, panting, her cunt streaming, she whispered, “I want you to do whatever you want, Daddy.”
“Good girl,” he purred, and he couldn’t help but smile as he rubbed her cute ass and sweet pussy, his cock so hard, imagining all the things he would do, all weekend long, alone with her…
The first smack made her yelp in shock and shame. The second made her cry out, but it had a different tone. The subsequent smacks reddened her ass, the stinging traveling inside her, igniting her clit, making her wriggle on the table. It hurt and pleasured her immensely, as she knew it would. As he knew it would.
“You’re a very bad girl, Lani. I know you want to be better for me.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“This will help you remember to be a good girl for me. Do not move.”
He slowly removed her panties, and stuffed them in his pocket. Then he took something else out of his jacket pocket. She felt something cold and slippery on her anus and tried to get up. His hand on the small of her back kept her down on the table. “I said, do not move, little girl.” He smacked her hard between her legs. It made her ashamed how she seeped at his touches there, how she wanted more, even the touches that hurt. She laid her head back down on the playtable, as if in defeat, surrendering, sighing.
“Good girl.” The words wrapped around her heart, and her cunt.
She felt his finger stroking her asshole and she shuddered.
“Daddy, no!” she whimpered.
“Lani, you wrote this story. I know you want this—” and with that he pushed his finger inside her ass, making her gasp. The fingertip was moving slowing in and out, stroking her most private place.
“Have you never touched yourself here, Lani? It feels nice, doesn’t it?”
She nodded as if in a dream, hypnotized by his touch there. But then he removed his finger. It was replace by something harder.
She started again, and he held her down firmly.
“Relax, baby girl. You know what this is. I bought you your own glass butt plug. Not too big, not too small. Doesn’t it feel nice sliding inside of you there, in that bad place? Bad girls like you really like the way that feels.” She felt herself opening slowing around it, humiliated and aroused.
He was moving it very slowly in and out, fucking her ass. “You like this, I can tell. Your pussy is so wet. You’re dripping on the table. Tell your daddy how good it feels.”
“It f-feels so good, Daddy!” she sighed, as if in disbelief. Her eyes were shut tight, and her mouth open in a beautiful “O” of wonder, of desire. His cock got even harder watching her practically cumming by this action alone.
Then with one long, hard push, he slid the plug all the way inside her. She was trembling now, so so close. She felt the base of the plug against her ass cheeks and whimpered even more. She was so ashamed of herself, and so wet…And in this fog of delicious, dirty sensations, Lani suddenly remembered how this fantasy unfolded, and where it would end. Just as he said aloud the words she herself had written for him:
“You’re going to keep that plug in until I tell you to remove it. And now for the rest of your spanking.”
The hard swats on her heated ass just made her groan more in frustration, her excitement rising as she clenched the plug in her ass. Desperate to cum, she tried to wriggle her clit and pussy harder against the table when she suddenly felt his fingers there, stroking and stroking her, teasing her soaking cunt, as he kept spanking her.
“Is this as good as you thought it would be, bad girl? As good as your fantasies?”
His fingers were on her clit, almost pinching, and she felt her entire body tense, then the trembling started. She could barely breathe as the first waves of her orgasm hit her hard, and he kept spanking, stroking, pinching her through wave after wave as she cried out, thrashing on top of the playhouse table. As sheslowly came down, she felt him stroking her hair, and whispering, “Shh, it’s okay, little girl. Breathe.” And then she was cradled in his arms, in his lap. He was wiping away her tears.
They regarded one another in the darkness. The sun had gone down, and it was getting cold. She moved as if to get up, but he held her, firmly, on his lap. And then he kissed her for the first time, lingering, exploring her mouth, making her sigh again with desire.
“But there’s more to the story you wrote, isn’t there, Lani? What else happens in your playhouse?”
She closed her eyes, and whispered “I suck your cock, then you fuck me on the table. We fuck so hard the table breaks. Then you carry me into the house and we start all over again.”
His hands were stroking her everywhere, exploring her. He took his time, knowing it may be the only time he’d have the chance. He gently turned her face to him and told her, “You make me want to live in your stories, Lani.”
It was then she felt the power of her words, and of her desires that created all of those stories. She was a sorceress, conjuring something dark and unholy out of thin air.
And then he was pulling her down on top of him, taking off her uniform blouse and her bra, and caressing her lush breasts, kissing her hard nipples. With trembling hands she undid his tie and shirt, running her hot hands across his bare chest. She undid his belt and opened his pants, reaching for his thick cock, gasping at its heft in her hands, imagining it opening her tight, slick virgin pussy. Then it was his turn to shudder as she leaned forward to lick his throbbing head, becoming the bad girl in all her stories, the girl unafraid to tease, please, and submit. The bad little girl who seduced her daddy.
Thanks to all you helpful Tumblr daddy/doms who encouraged me to write this story—you know who you are!…Still not sure about the ending, and would appreciate your thoughts. Love, YBG
