Punishing the Brats

“You’re a very brave girl, Mandy. You grew up with a single father looking after you, and you were never worse for wear. That doesn’t happen without a bit of courage on your part, too.”

“What do you mean?”

“Being able to trust someone is being brave, Mandy.”

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do.”

“So do you trust me when I say that I have evidence, hard proof, that I’m not brave? That I’m just a coward?”

He furrowed his brow. Mandy’s heart sank a little. Did he have no inclination as to what she was just about to confess to? She could hardly believe she was doing it, herself.

“Dad,” she said. “I’m not brave because I have a secret I haven’t told you all these years. It’s bad. It’s really bad.”

“Baby,” he said, holding her shoulders in his hands. “You can tell me anything.”

She looked up at him, marshaling her conviction. “I’m in love with you.” She held up a finger then, and shook her head. “No. It’s not that I love you. Every daughter loves their father. It’s that I’m in love with you. So don’t deflect.”

He looked at her for a moment in silence, before smiling.

“What?” she demanded. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” he said, still smiling. “It’s just… not what I expected to hear.”

“So?” she asked, throwing her chin up at him and balling her fists. She was getting ready to slap him and storm off. “What of it?”

“I’m glad you told me,” he said. He stepped closer to her. “Because, truthfully, I’m not brave either.”

Time seemed to stop for Mandy. “You’re not brave, either?” she said quietly.

“No. You’re braver than me. You told me first.”

“You mean?”

He nodded. “Yeah.” A flicker of emotion on his face told her everything she needed to know. He felt the same way about her, but he was conflicted. It ran contrary to his responsibility as her father. It ran contrary to what society expected, of what was allowed.

A surge of agency took her, and she leapt forward and kissed him, wrapping her hands around his neck and her legs around his waist. He grunted, catching her, and held her tight, and kissed her back, too. At first their kiss was tentative, but in seconds flat it was a flurry of mashing tongues, wet lips, and crashing teeth.

“Oh, Daddy,” she mewled into his mouth, kissing his lower lip and then his upper lip and then lower again, as if she couldn’t get enough of him. “Oh my God, Daddy, I need you right now.”

He grunted again, and walked up the steps to the bedroom, her legs still wrapped around his waist, her arms still clinging onto the back of his neck, and her lips still frantically kissing his.

He set her down on the bed and hooked his thumbs into the elastic of her shorts and pulled them down her legs, bringing her underwear with it. She had thought she might feel modest, but that thought never crossed her mind. Naked from the waist down, she sat up and removed her tank top, and unclipped her bra, and he knelt down in front of her, kneading her breasts, pulling at her nipples, and kissing her from her neck, down past her armpits, before taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking hard.

“Your clothes,” she panted, and he nodded and got up, unbuttoning his shirt. His body came in to view and she relished in the sight, seeing his hard-cut abs and his big chest. He removed his shirt, and though she’d seen him topless many times before, this time it was different.

He was just so fucking sexy!

Her eyes traveled down his body, over the bulges of his abs like they were rolling waves out in the ocean, and she saw his snail-trail, a light dusting of hair that disappeared beneath his belt buckle. Looking down even more, she saw the huge bulge in his slacks, and the distinct shape of something that looked like a curled cucumber.

She gasped. She reached forward and unbuckled his belt, before unbuttoning his trousers and pulling his trousers down, and bringing his boxer-briefs with him. His cock, huge, unfurled, and she saw he was fully erect, beading pre-cum like crazy.

She grabbed onto his cock, amazed at his girth, and began to pump him, pulling him closer to her.

But he had other plans, it seemed.

“Daddy!” she cried, laughing as he pushed her back onto the bed, and as he settled in between her legs. She looked down at him out of heavy-lidded eyes, legs together and to the side.