It was a Friday afternoon, late in the day, and most folks in the open-plan office where I worked had already gone home, looking forward to a hot weekend of beach, barbecue, or a couple of lazy days in the backyard. I hadn’t moved yet. I had a question burning a hole in my chest. I’d had that question for a few weeks now, weighing me down. If I didn’t ask it now, I never would.
“Jack?”
“Yeah?”
Jack’s my mentor, not that I need one after fifteen years in the company, but he’s sat near me all that time and supported me through the worst years of my life, so I still ask his advice, and I need it more than ever now.
“How did you survive bringing up your girls?” Jack’s got three grown-up daughters. I’ve got one, Alice, now sixteen and an increasing strain on my nerves.
Jack sat back in his chair with a smile. “It was exhausting,” he said. “Very exhausting.”
I nodded, sympathising. One teenage girl in the house is bad enough. Three must have been hell. “But how did you cope with them?”
“In what way?”
“Were they rebellious? Alice seems to disagree with everything I say; if I told her the sky is blue, she’d argue it’s green.”
“Oh, she’s reached that age, has she?” Jack nodded sombrely.
“Yeah. And it’s not just that, Alice wants to be out at parties every weekend, not coming home until she’s ready, ignoring any curfews I set. It’s this friend, Marcy, she’s got. She’s a bad influence. I’m sure Marcy is making Alice do things she shouldn’t be doing and….”
Jack held up his hand. “Okay, stop there.”
He scooted his chair across to me, opened a drainage report on my desk to give us an excuse for being in close conversation if someone wandered past, and said,
“When you’re in the middle of an argument with Alice, what do you want to do?”
“Walk away and lie down in a dark room.”
Jack sighed. “Jim, be honest with me and with yourself. When you’re in the middle of an argument with Alice, what do you want to do?”
I know what I want to do, but don’t want to admit it.
“Jim?” Jack prompted.
I sighed. “I want to put Alice over my knee and spank her.”
Jack sat back in his chair with a smile. “So do it.”
“Isn’t it illegal?” I’m not really sure about that. “She’s sixteen, I’m sure I’ve read about people being arrested for assault or whatever if they do something like that.”
“Listen, Jim, take it from someone who’s been there. Alice wants boundaries; she wants rules. She wants to know where the line in the sand is that she can’t cross. You’ve been treating her like an adult when she’s still growing up both mentally and physically. I bet you try to be diplomatic, and all it causes is bigger problems. Am I right?”
“I guess.” I don’t want to admit it, but he’s right. All these years, I’ve done my best to broker deals with Alice. I’ve never told her outright what she should or shouldn’t do.
“I was just like you, back when Julie was sixteen, treating her like a grown-up in my own house. The arguments we used to have went nuclear until the day I broke. I can’t even remember what we were fighting about. Joyce had taken the younger girls out, and it was just Julie and me. I followed her into her bedroom, pulled off my belt, got the girl over my knee and gave her a good spanking.”
“And that solved the problem?” I asked.
Jack lowered his voice. “Not right away, but let me tell the story because it’s not all about discipline. Alice, like Julie, Donna and Beth, needs firm rules, but she also needs to know you love her. That first time I spanked Julie, I sat there with her resting on my lap, looking at her ass and thinking how round and sweet it looked, all red after my belt had done its business. I could feel my cock was hard, pressing into Julie. She must have felt the pressure because she said,
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“Do you love me, Daddy?”
Jack ran his hand across his teenage daughter’s ass, feeling the heat of the skin where the belt had licked it.
“Of course I do, sweetheart.”
Julie slid from his lap, kneeling in front of him, a hand resting on his thigh. Jack is conscious of the mound in his crotch. Julie must be able to see it, but her eyes are locked on his.
“I’m sorry about the things I said.”
“I can see you are.” Jack can barely breathe. Julie’s hand is moving a fraction at a time up his thigh, getting closer to his hard-on. Another half-inch and she will touch it.
And then the mood breaks, Julie pulls her hand away, and Jack breathes a sigh of relief because he really didn’t know what he would have done if Julie had touched him. Jack stands up, cock still proud and hard.
“I hope you’ve learned your lesson, young lady,” he says.
“Yes, Daddy,” Julie says from where she still kneels on the floor.
##
I’m trying hard not to move. Jack is staring off into the middle distance, lost in the memory. He sighs.
“It was three or four weeks later when we moved from discipline to love. I was down in the kitchen and heard raised voices from upstairs. When I went to investigate, I found Joyce and Julie in a full-blown argument about the state of Julie’s bedroom.”
##
Jack put his hand on Joyce’s shoulder, easing her out of the room.
“Go downstairs, I’ll deal with this.”
“Tell her, tell her,” Joyce can hardly speak, she’s so angry. “The things she just said to me. I can’t believe it.”
“Just go downstairs.”
Jack watches his wife walk away before he closes the bedroom door, shutting the rest of the house off from what’s about to happen. He unbuckles his belt as he steps toward Julie and slides it free. For a moment, he thinks he can see a glint of anticipation in Julie’s eyes, but then it’s gone as he grabs her arm and spins her around. He ends up sitting on the edge of her bed, Julie draped across his lap. Two swift tugs bring her leggings down to mid-thigh. The belt slaps across curved buttocks, leaving a red welt behind. Julie whimpers, grinding against Jack as he hits her again and again. He does twelve of the best this time, and when he’s finished, his cock is harder than before, and Julie is moving on him like she knows what is pressing into her.
This time, Jack’s hand caresses her ass and thighs, slipping up to almost touch her sex before gliding away. He wants to feel her mound, squeeze it, finger it. Julie slides from him and kneels on the floor. There are tears in her eyes from the spanking.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I won’t speak like that to Mom again.”
“I hope not.”
Julie sniffs, “Do you still love me, Daddy?”
“Yes, I do.”
Her eyes drop to the bulge in his pants. Jack says, “Do you want me to show you how much I love you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He unzips himself, pushing his pants down so his cock is revealed.
“Oh, Daddy.” Julie’s hand slides up his thigh to grasp his hot cock. Jack almost loses his load as her slim, cool fingers wrap around his shaft.
She’s exploring him, running her hand up and down his shaft as Jack cups her chin and says,
“Show me how much you love Daddy.”
Julie lets go of his cock and lifts her top off. She’s wearing a functional white bra that falls away as she unclips it. Her breasts are full and heavy, just like her mother’s. Julie kicks the leggings off, and Jack helps his daughter straddle his lap. He kisses her, cups and squeezes her breasts, making dark nipples harden in his mouth. A hand goes down between her thighs and finds Julie wet and ready.
Their eyes meet. “Daddy wants to love you properly,” Jack says.
“Please, Daddy.”
He lifts her hips, guiding his cock along her labia until he nestles in her entrance. Her Daddy’s kiss muffles Julie’s cry of delight. He’s in her. His arms wrapped around her waist, guiding Julie’s movements until the pressure in his cock builds to the point of no return, and Jack cums inside his daughter.
##
Someone could have fired a cannon in the office, and I would not have heard it. I’m mesmerised by Jack’s story. I’m also getting hard at the thought of Jack and Julie fucking. She’s a lot older now. All this must have happened ten years ago, but I can tell Jack remembers it as if it were yesterday.
“And that’s what you have to do,” Jack says. “Discipline and love.”
I shake my head. “If spanking isn’t illegal, then incest definitely is.”
“Jim, Jim,” he puts a hand on my arm. “It’s something that existed in families for centuries. It’s only the last hundred years or so that a Daddy’s love for his daughter has been made out to be bad. Trust me, look up the history books.”
“But…” I’m struggling to get my head around the idea of Alice and me doing ‘it’.
“Eighteen months later,” Jack interrupted me. “The same thing happened with Donna. Rebellious, talking back, swearing at her mother. By then, I’d bought all kinds of whips, belts, and straps. She reacted the same as Julie; she took the discipline, and we showed each other how much love we had.”
“My God.” I was stunned by everything I had just heard.
“The two of them soon learned that I was treating them the same way. That led to some fun sessions when they both needed discipline.”
“And love?” I prompted.
“Oh, yes. And love,” he grinned. “Both of them together.”
I look around the office. We are the only two left now, thankfully, everyone else has gone home.
“By the time Beth turned sixteen, four years later, she knew there was something special about my relationship with Julie and Donna. She practically threw herself at me. I had to spank her good and proper before we fucked. Luckily, by then, Julie had moved out to college and then in with her boyfriend. Donna followed, so I’ve only got Beth at home. She’s a good girl, but can be demanding. I can cope most of the time, but Julie and Donna’s partners are like you, twenty-first-century guys who don’t believe in discipline, so the girls come home every few months. That can be trying if all three are there at the same time.”
“And Joyce doesn’t know?” I asked.
“She’s oblivious,” Jack said, “unless she knows but turns a blind eye to it. Maybe she’s just happy she has three girls who are no trouble.” He looked at me. “You’re not going to have that problem.”
No, I’m not. I’m a single dad, and have been since Alice was two years old. That day is burned into my memory, arriving home from work to find that Louise, my wife and Alice’s mother, had hired a U-haul trailer, hitched it to her car, and filled it with her belongings. She was waiting for me on the porch, and as soon as I got out of my car, she handed over Alice and said,
“I’m not cut out to be a mother. I’m leaving.”
I had a squirming girl in my arms and no words in my head as Louise got into her car and drove away without a backward glance. I haven’t seen her since. The only correspondence came through her divorce attorney. Louise signed over her half of the house as an agreement that I wouldn’t pursue her for alimony, and that was it—a divorced dad with a toddler and no other family.
Coming back to my senses, I say to Jack, “I’m not sure about this. What works in your family might not work in mine.”
“I’ll come over this evening and bring Beth with me. I think the best thing to spank Alice with will be a leather strap. I have one spare I can loan you, and some soothing cream you will need to massage in afterwards.”
This was almost moving too fast for me, but Jack had already started rolling his chair back to his desk.
“Anyway,” he said, “it’s the weekend, and we should be on the way home. I’ll see you later.”
Back home, Alice was in her room blasting out music, and I was downstairs, still in shock at Jack’s revelation, when the doorbell rang. Jack stood on the porch, holding out a brown paper bag.
“I come bearing gifts,” he said.
Behind him stood Beth, all red hair and curves. My mind played out a scene of her and Jack fucking, and I almost burst out laughing. I couldn’t see it.
“Who’s at the door, Dad?”
Alice has come halfway downstairs. She takes after her mother’s side of the family. Barely five-foot-one, slim, 32A bra cup size (a single dad has to know these things), dark hair in a pixie cut, green eyes, and looks like a strong wind could blow her away. Jack comes into the house, Beth on his heels.
“Hey, sweetpea,” he says to Alice. “You look like you’ve grown.”
Alice rolls her eyes; it’s Jack’s usual banter opening, and after all these years, it’s wearing thin on a girl who is so self-aware about her diminutive stature.
“Don’t you have a new line yet?” she asks, and Jack cackles in amusement.
“Jim?” Beth peers around the bulk of her father. “Could I have a glass of water?”
“Sure.” I lead her through to the kitchen as Jack asks Beth about school.
In the kitchen, I hide the paper bag in a cupboard before I run the water and fill a glass, turning to give it to Beth. She takes the glass and a sip before saying,
“Dad asked me to have a word with you about our relationship.”
“Oh.”
“It’s good,” she says. “All of us love Dad to bits.”
“It seems a bit…Weird,” I offer, still not sure how to approach the subject.
“I get that,” Beth smiles. “But the discipline sets out the rules for living in his house, and our love for each other is stronger because of it.”
“And you’re okay with, I guess, incest?”
“I don’t see it as incest. I see it as daddy-daughter love. I’m free to have boyfriends, we all are. Julie and Donna are living with theirs. Julie’s getting married next year, but they both still come home for some special time with Dad.”
“He said it was exhausting.”
“Yeah,” Beth laughs. “We have to go easy on him sometimes; he’s not as young as he was. Anyway, if he gets too tired, there’s always some sister love to go around.”
“Sister love?” I almost didn’t want to know.
“That’s our secret,” she said. “But you know, one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced is riding Dad’s cock while one of my sisters sits on his face.”
She handed me the glass back. “And with that, I think it’s time to go.”
I followed her in a daze. Jack was still trying to get some sort of conversation out of Alice, and we had a few minutes of talk about nothing in particular before Jack and Beth left. As I wave them off, Alice says,
“What was in that bag?”
“Just some tool Jack’s loaning me.”
“What for?”
“Tightening the faucet in the kitchen.”
“Oh,” Alice sounds bored. I turn to watch her go upstairs, and for the first time in my life, I examine her ass with critical eyes. She’s got a neat, slim rear and slender thighs. Alice is good at running, and her tight cheeks reflect the work she puts in.
When she’s back in her room, I go through to the kitchen and retrieve the bag. The strap is a double layer of leather stitched together about twelve inches long. It has a wooden handle shaped for a hand to grip. I give a few practice swipes before slapping it into the palm of one hand. Ouch, that hurt. I carry the strap and cream up to my bedroom and hide them. At some point, I’m going to have to be brave enough to give Alice a spanking that her behaviour deserves. After that, I’m not sure what will happen.
One thing I have realised. Alice does have a cute ass, and just thinking about it has made my cock stir. I dated a few times in the early years after Louise left, mostly desperate divorcees looking for a man to help with their own brood of kids. They put me off relationships even more than Louise’s desertion did. Since Alice was six, there’s been nothing. No dates, no sex, just a lonely masturbation every few weeks when the itch grew too strong.
My question to Jack has turned my life upside down. I just wonder what will happen if I ever bring that strap down on Alice’s ass.
