Punishing the Brats

He frowns at me. "Why do you need to see me?"

"Daddy," I whisper, swinging my hips as I slowly walk towards his desk. "Don't you miss me, daddy? Because you know, I miss you very much."

He looks at me as I stop on the other side of his desk, right in front of him. There are two armchairs behind me. I take a seat in one of them, making sure that my short skirt lifts up just enough for him to catch a glimpse of my panties beneath. His eyes flicker as he does. Oh, he wants me just as much as I want him, I can tell. I just need to find out what is keeping him.

"Are you avoiding me, daddy?" I ask, looking at him ever so innocent.

He clears his throat and pulls his eyes away from my tanned legs and the dangerously short skirt.

"Brittany, this is my work place," he whispers. "Show a little respect."

"I respect you, daddy," I say. "But I also miss you. You have been running from me all summer."

He looks at me with a stern face. I catch his gaze, looking straight into his strict eyes as I slowly graze along my inner thigh with the tip of my fingers until I reach the hem of my skirt. He gulps, but doesn't take his eyes away from me.

"Don't you want me anymore, daddy?" I ask as I let my fingers wander back and forth on my naked skin. "I though you said I was yours now."

He shakes his head. "Brittany, what we did was wrong. I should not have done it and I should not have said what I said. It never should have happened."

Is he freaking kidding me? That coward!

I try not to let him see how mad his words have made me, but my insides are raging. However, I am not convinced. I know he wants to fuck me again. I can see it in his eyes, in his trembling hands and the little drops of sweat that run along his right temple as he tries to contain himself, that little pervert. He has the hots for his little girl, his stepdaughter. And I will show him just how much he wants it. I have an idea, how.

"What about my mother?" I ask. "Do you know what she is up to right now?"

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I can see the impact of my words on him immediately. He practically flinches as if I had given him a slap in the face. Oh god, how much I would want him to do that to me. To grab me, take me and spank me for being the tease I am. I need to tickle it out of him. I want him to explode, right now, right here. I glance at his dark wooden desk, imagining myself bent over on it, brutally fucked by his massive cock. This needs to happen.

"She is still seeing that other guy, isn't she?" I keep pressing.

He looks at me through narrow eyes, but doesn't give me a reply.

"Why is it okay for her to fuck around, daddy?" I ask, leaning back in my chair, gently swinging my legs back and forth, but still keeping them closed. For now. "And you can't have what you want?"

"What your mother does is none of your business, Brittany," he hisses.

"Are you even still together?" I ask. "She's fucking another guy and you practically moved away, hiding behind your desk. Daddy, you deserve to get laid just as much as she does."

I lean back a little more, sinking down in my chair and seductively open my legs. I make sure he gets a good view of my panties as I reach below my skirt, softly touching myself through the fabric.

His breathing changes and he slightly opens his mouth as he watches me play with myself. I wouldn't be surprised if there was an impressive bulge showing below his jeans, hidden by the wooden desk that is shielding my view from his lap.

"And I think so do I," I add. "I have been a good girl, daddy. I am a college girl now, just like you wanted. And my tight little pussy gets so wet, thinking about what my daddy did to me last time we were here."

He stares at me, boiling with lust and disgust. "You little slut..."

"Just for you, daddy," I whisper. "I am your little slut. Look what you do to me."

I spread my legs as far as possible. Granting him a perfect view of my center. I can feel my panties sticking to my wet skin as I graze over the fabric with the tips of my fingers. Even to me, it is overwhelming how much the thought of him turns me on.

He stares between my legs, following my finger's movement and longing to dive between in there, I am sure. But he is not ready to admit it, to say it out loud. Why on earth is he being so stubborn?

"Do you like what you see, daddy?" I ask, seductively swinging my right leg back and forth as I continue to rub my folds through the fabric of my soaked panties. "Do you want to see more?"

Again, his eyes narrow and he looks at me, furious.

"Brittany," he hisses. "This is truly not the right time, nor the right place to-"