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If a *fantasy story* with the word RAPE in the title would upset
you, please do not continue reading. This story is based on a
real life scene and roleplay that I acted out with "My Daddy"
I firmly believe that any fantasy is OK. If this fantasy is
not to your liking, please skip right on past.
The Daddy Daddy Raped Me
by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com
I had been a very good girl for weeks and weeks, so why I decided
to put on those black lacey thongs, I will never know. I knew
that Daddy hated his little girl to wear thongs. Naughty grown-up
girls who are ashamed of their hineyholes wear thongs. Thongs
are required at spanking parties, where bottom holes are kept
hidden so that anti-anal spankers can pretend that a naughty girl's
bottom doesn't have a tight adorable Hershey Highway to probe
and tease.
Daddy only has a few rules, maybe a thousand or so, but one
rule that is very clear, and in bright bold print, is that Daddy's
little girl wears clean white cotton panties at all times. Daddy
knows that when he tugs me over his knee, and lifts up my slightly
too short skirt that he will be greeted by a clean white pair
of cotton panties stretched across my bottom. When Daddy tugs
my panties down, he expects lots of kicking and crying and begging.
Daddy knows that his little girl hates to have her panties lowered,
exposing her bottom to his loving strict punishing gaze. Daddy
knows that when a little girl has her panties tugged south she
feels embarrassed and her tummy tickles in a very naughty bad-girl
way. This is all part of the punishment.
So, the other day, when I put on those lacey black thongs, perhaps
I was being naughty on purpose. Perhaps I was checking to see
if Daddy was serious about the biggest rule of all. Then again,
maybe I just wanted to see how it felt to be a grown-up naughty
thong wearing party girl. It seems I am always one step away
from being very very bad! Daddy keeps me from sliding into sin
though, and it wasn't long before he grabbed my hand and started
to tug me over his knee.
Immediately, I began to protest, I knew what Daddy was going
to discover when he raised up my skirt! For a split second I
thought about lying and telling Daddy that I had to go potty and
somehow manage to change out of my thong in the bathroom before
he found it. Unfortunately, that would not work anyway, since
Daddy would simply follow me into the bathroom. While I contemplated
this and whined a confused protest, Daddy grabbed my arm and quickly
tugged me over his knee. I felt my skirt getting lifted, and
heard his shocked intake of breath. I knew I was in deep doo doo.
Daddy saw my thong! Boy, was he upset with me. He tugged it
down and nearly ripped it! He told me to get off his lap and
when I did, I stepped out of that naughty bad thong and crumpled
it up and threw it across the room. I was mad at myself for being
such a naughty girl. I was mad at the thong. I started to cry.
Daddy told me to go and get his #13 hairbrush, and I did. Daddy
was crestfallen and I felt terrible as I handed him the hairbrush.
I was also very worried about how hard Daddy was going to spank
me! Daddy took the hairbrush from me, and tugged me back across
his knee, telling me that "Yes, this is going to HURT you naughty
little girl."
The spanking hurt so bad! I couldn't keep from kicking my feet.
Daddy held me very tightly to keep me from jumping off his lap.
After a while I was exhausted, and was very still as Daddy finished
up turning every inch of my bottom dark crimson. Daddy rubbed
my bottom for a few minutes as I sobbed across his fatherly knee.
Daddy then told me to get on the bed for my cane strokes. By
this time I was feeling like a very naughty little girl, and it's
a strange thing, but I almost welcomed the cane strokes. I knew
that once Daddy punished me, I would be his good girl again.
I rested face down on the bed, and lifted my bottom in the air
for each stroke. Daddy didn't hold back, one of the strokes even
broke the skin and I heard Daddy say he would stitch me up later.
Each stroke of the cane cut through all the layers of bad girl,
and got right to my core. I floated between pain and pleasure,
and seemed very far away and yet connected by the cane to Daddy.
Like a kite on a string, bobbing and weaving in the sky, as Daddy
brought down stroke after lightening stroke.
Daddy was finished, and he was next to me, his face near mine,
and he hugged and kissed me and talked quietly to me about how
he had to punish me. He rubbed my bottom, and his fingers squeezed
my sore skin. Then Daddy told me in a very serious voice to turn
over.
There are not many words that send a shiver though me like those
do. When Daddy tells me to turn over, it means that he wants
to use my bottom hole, and that it belongs to him. When I have
been very naughty, Daddy punishes me with his personal plug.
It hurts, and I cry, and Daddy pushes himself inside me and I
have to try very hard to relax because it's just TOO BIG!
Daddy's hands held me tightly, and I felt the sharp pain as my
naughtiest of holes stretched and spasmed and clenched in fear.
It hurt too much! I was truly a very punished little girl as
Daddy finished using what belonged to him, punished as he saw
fit.
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