All I could do was stare at my daughter as she finally looked at me, defiant. Her arms were crossed and she started tapping her foot.
"Come on then. We wouldn't want mummy to find out, would we?" I stood, paralysed. She took a step towards me. "Or maybe you'd prefer it if I undressed you myself."
I quickly unfroze and started undressing. When I stood before her in nothing but my boxers I tried to plead with her one more time but she was deaf to me, her eyes glued to the front of my shorts. I was so glad I was not hard. I slowly pulled the shorts off and stood, holding myself, naked before my daughter. She moved closer to me and took hold of my hands, pulling them away. I finally let her and she stepped back to look at me completely.
"There. That wasn't so hard, was it?" She looked at me. "Well? Was it, daddy?"
"No...no, it wasn't, Sally. It's...err...it's just fine." I felt pathetic and I dropped my head.
"I think we need to discuss a few new rules around here, daddy. Just some things that mummy doesn't need to know about. Agreed?" I'd never known my daughter to sound so hard, so obviously nasty. I nodded.
"Answer me, daddy!" She growled at me.
"Yes, yes, Sally, of course, whatever you say. Please, I think I should get dressed now and –"
"You've got to be kidding! Actually that's the first rule. From now on, when we're alone together, you are not allowed to wear anything unless I say. Now go and get a chair and stand on it."
I went and grabbed a dining chair and placed it before her, climbed onto it. Her eyes were now almost level with my soft cock. She poked it a few times, giggling as it swayed. She gradually got more adventurous and squeezed the head between two fingers. She then started whacking it from side to side. I could feel myself starting to grow and tried to think of other things. Sally then slapped my balls, hard, and I stopped growing and almost fell off the chair. I grabbed for my balls but Sally brushed my hands away. I was in agony, trying to double over but every time I did, Sally would straighten me up. She suddenly grabbed my cock in her fist and started squeezing it very hard and releasing it, squeezing and releasing. My balls were starting to just throb and my cock was starting to grow again. She then started pulling on it, roughly.
"Sally, please –" I begged but she just slapped my balls again and my erection vanished again. She then began with the squeezing again until I once more started to grow.
"Isn't it funny, daddy?" She suddenly said, her hand cupping my balls.
"What, honey?" I said, hopefully.
"Well, I came out of these, didn't I? Well, half of me, sort of. And now I'm holding them." She giggled, "I think it's really weird!"
"Yes, I see, yes, it's weird, honey," I tried to laugh with her.
Then she squeezed my balls, slightly at first but then increasing. I felt the pain rising up through my body as her fingers tightened. When I felt about to faint she let go and just patted them from side to side. Then she looked up at me.
"Does that hurt, Daddy? When I do this?" And she slapped my balls again.
"Oh God, yes, Sally. It hurts a lot!" Tears were streaming down my face and my body wanted to collapse in a heap and roll into a ball.
"Well, I'll stop doing it but you have to do something for me in return, Daddy."
"What honey?"
"I don't think you're going to like it but it will make me very happy."
"Tell me and we'll see."
She grabbed my balls again and squeezed them tightly.
"That's not how it works now. You have a choice. I'll keep squeezing and hitting these or you choose the alternative." She stopped squeezing but held onto my balls, waiting for my answer.
"I'll take the alternative, Sally," I decided, cowed and broken.
