I just turned 18 and had never had a boyfriend sad but true. My mother had died shortly after my 14th summer and since then it had just been Daddy and me. He tried his best but never could fill her void. I never really got the whole dating thing and kissing and everything like that. I think having a mother could have helped in that area. Daddy kind of discouraged it anyway. I think he was just overwhelmed by the responsibility of being a single parent. He spent a lot of time at the gym working out. I think that it was his way of dealing with the loss but it left me very lonely.
I started taking classes at the local community college and befriended a guy named Wren. He was tall and lean with black hair and creamy coffee colored skin. At 22 he was a late bloomer but then, so was I. He had spent several years in construction building houses. While thin, he was very strong, ripped with long lean muscle. He reminded me of Daddy.
Wren was nearly finished with his associate's degree and had applied to State. I liked him and he was cool but he seemed to need a lot of help studying. We stayed after class talking all the time. Finally I suggested that we form a little study group at my house on Wednesday nights. While we started out strong with 5 people it eventually got down to just Wren and me.
Wren took the relationship slow. He knew I was a nice girl and also knew that Daddy was real strict. We went out to dinner a few times, his treat, like a real date! I was so excited but Daddy seemed to become more and more distant. He would wait up for me, sitting in the chair reading a book like he wasn't waiting up. He wouldn't say a word so I just ignored him and went to bed. But I knew my Daddy, he was a control freak, this would only end badly.
Wren finally kissed me on our third date. He was so aggressive; I was overwhelmed by his hunger. He bruised my lips and stuck his tongue deep in my throat. He reached for my breasts but I batted him away.
Daddy saw my red, swollen lips and sent me to my room. I plopped down on the pink canopy bed and straitened out my skirt. My lips were still tingling and the feeling he gave me when his hands grazed my breasts, well, I shuddered thinking about it.
Later that night, Daddy came to my room and told me that I needed to be careful with Wren. He was too fast for me. I was too young and inexperienced. I was going to get hurt because Wren could never give me what I needed.
"I'm eighteen years old Daddy!" I yelled at him, for once standing up for myself. "I should be able to do what I want and with who I want!"
Daddy's face turned to stone and he yelled, "No!" grabbing my wrists he yanked me off the bed and threw me across his lap. He hadn't spanked me in years and I bucked and thrashed figuring he couldn't hold me. I was wrong. Daddy had been a body builder for years. His arms were as big around as my waist!
"I hate doing this to you but you leave me no choice." His hand smacked my bottom hard. I stiffened up at the sting through my mini skirt. He smacked my bottom again and then again. "I hate to do this to you baby, but you have to understand what you are dealing with." My skirt slid up as I sank down on his lap. He rubbed my bare cheek soothing the red welts he had made. I moaned involuntarily. He paused and then pulled my skirt up revealing the pink thong I was wearing. It was the first time I had worn it.
"What the Hell!" Daddy yelled and hit me again on my bare cheeks. I got five more smacks before he stopped. "Tell me you are a virgin." His voice was firm but furious.
"Yes Daddy! I've never been with a guy, honest! Please Daddy!" Suddenly he spread my legs and smacked my girl parts. I was shocked and then I was shocked that it felt good. "Please Daddy." I whispered shaking in his lap.
He pulled me up and straitened out my skirt pulling it down. I stood before him trembling. A single tear slid down my cheek. He got up, kissed my tear away, and stalked out.
I called Wren the next morning and made plans with him for that night. I knew Daddy would be angry but I was angry too. I was an 18 year-old woman after all! I can handle myself. Wren met me at the campus bookstore so that Daddy wouldn't find out that I was with him.
We went to a movie and everything was cool at first. Then he put his hand under my shirt. His fingers pinched my nipples and I fell off my seat. He pulled me back up and nuzzled my neck. I felt him sucking on me and then his hand went slowly up my thigh. I pushed his hand down but he was insistent. His hand ripped my panties as he manhandled my girl parts. I was so angry that I stood up and walked out. Wren dumped his popcorn on the floor and followed me out into the lobby.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Wren called to me. I stumbled out into the cold night air with the dangling crotch of my satin panties sliding along my inner thigh. I continued to walk away but Wren followed saying he couldn't let me walk home alone. "I'm sorry that I'm pushing you, I just feel out of control when I'm around you. You're so hot."
"Just leave me alone!" I yelled, Daddy was right, I didn't know what I was doing. I was going to get hurt. Wren shoved his hands in his pockets and walked away. I circled back to the theatre lobby and called home. Daddy picked up and I broke into tears.
"You were right! Please come get me. I need you Daddy." He said he would be right there and slammed the phone down. He pulled up in the parking lot fifteen minutes later. I opened the door and got in. He didn't say a word as we drove home. I cried quietly hoping Daddy wouldn't be too mad.
When we got home I was sent to my room again. This time Daddy came marching up the steps before I had even had time to sit down and collect my thoughts. His big heavy boots sounded like thunder in the stairwell. He opened the door and looked at me in a way he never had before. I turned my eyes away ashamed.
"When are you going to learn?" He yelled storming into the room. I cowered before him whimpering. He put his hand on my chin and lifted it up looking at my face. "Baby you can't trust boys. They will fuck it up every time."
He sat on the bed and pulled me over his lap again. "No Daddy! Please! He smacked my bottom. "Daddy, no." He smacked me again. He pulled my skirt up and freaked when he saw my ripped panties.
"Did he fuck you?" Did he?" he yelled.
"No Daddy! I got up and walked out, he was too rough."
"Was he?" He smacked me again and then spread my legs pulling at the torn panties. "Let's see if you're telling the truth." His hands ripped the panties down over my bottom leaving them dangling on my thighs like a child being spanked. He spread my cheeks and ran his hand down my puckered bottom and over my folds. I sighed when he touched me. He was so gentle, not like Wren and I wiggled in his lap.