Foster Dad
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Three harder slaps followed and then he was pulling on my arm again. “You want to act like a brat I’ll treat you like one.”
“No daddy.” He ignored me as he pulled me up the stairs and down the hallway to my room. I fought him all the way, kicking and screaming but to no avail.
Once in the room he turned me around to face him. My chest heaved from my exertions, brining his attention to my breasts.
His eyes widened on the pinpoints of my nipples as they strained against the thing material of my top. I was highly aroused and such an innocent I didn’t know how to hide it.
He pulled my top open and freaked when he noticed that I wasn’t wearing a bra. “What the…what is this? Why aren’t you wearing a bra Dakota?”
I don’t know what devil got into me but I wanted to taunt him to make him hurt the way he’d been hurting me. “It’s called easy access.” That seemed to tip him over the edge.
“Were you really going to walk out of here dressed like a little slut? And easy access for who?”
His words stung and tears gathered in my eyes. “I’m eighteen I can dress however I want to and see whomever I choose.”
“You think so do you? Well not as long as you live under my roof.”
“Fine, I’ll leave then.” I was full on crying now and went towards my closet to grab an overnight bag.
I wasn’t planning to take everything just a few things to get me through until I figured something out.
All the clothes in my closet had been bought with his money after all, and since this looked like goodbye I doubt he would want me to take thousands of dollars worth of clothes with me.
I started pulling things off of hangers too blinded by tears to see what I was doing, but just knowing that I had to get out of there quickly.
The next thing I knew I was being lifted off my feet, kicking and screaming as he walked over to the bed and pulled me down over his lap.
I couldn’t believe he was actually spanking me like a child. I screamed and wailed, telling him how much I hated him.
But by the fourth or fifth time his hand landed on my ass things changed. There was a fire burning inside me that the heat in my ass only seemed to inflame.
Each time his hand touched my heated flesh I didn’t feel anger or hurt, I felt desire. While I was thinking these things in my head my body was way ahead of me and reacted on its own
I felt wetness gather between my thighs and the feel of his hard thigh beneath me was suddenly pleasurable.
I had no idea what was going on inside my body. I only knew that they were the same feelings I’d been getting of late alone in bed.
The nights I’d touch myself and imagine that it was him doing it. There was an ache deep inside and I needed something, anything to make it go away.
5
Evan
Things were quickly getting out of control, just like I knew they would eventually. For months now she’s been acting up and I can’t figure out what the hell has gotten into her.
I knew it wasn’t Natalia’s passing that was making her act this way. We’d both weathered that storm together and I was sure I’d gotten her past the worst of it.
Losing my wife had been one of the hardest blows I’d had to face thus far. And had I not had her, my pseudo daughter, I might have crawled into a bottle and stayed there.
I was so caught up in my own grief those first few days that I’d selfishly not seen how much me little girl was hurting.
When Natalia had first brought the idea of having a teenager in the house underfoot I wasn’t too keen on the idea.
I knew all about her mother’s story but still, our lifestyle wasn’t suitable for a kid. Then she showed me the show she’d recorded on the news and I too felt something for the poor kid that had gotten such a harsh break.
It was more the fact that through all that she’d kept up her grades that impressed me. I’m a stickler for hard work and anyone who was willing to put in the effort in her situation was someone worth saving.
Then we met her and she was like the perfect angel. I’d been half expecting a hardened street teen even with her impressive grades.
But what we got was an innocent whose body and beauty belied the fact that she was as green as the hills.
I loved her on sight. Not the perverted kind of love that you read about in situations like these. Young hot teen and perverted old man.