This is my second story; I'd like to thank everyone who sent me their responses to my first piece of erotic writing. I'd also like to thank Rozezwild and CopyCarver for their editing assitance
Looking back I don't quite remember when she started losing respect in me and in the rules that we held over the house. I remember bringing her home from the hospital; she was tiny and perfect and my heart swelled with love for her. I remember her first day of school, how excited she was and how nervous I was. I actually stood outside her door all day after calling in sick to work. I remember the day her mother died after a long battle with cancer, how she told me to move on with my life and to take good care of our little girl.
It had to be that day that it all began. She just graduated from high school three weeks ago, and although most of her anger left her the summer after her mother was gone and buried I felt like some of it still lingered. I had done everything I could and on the outside she put up this picture of everything being perfect. It was when everyone was gone that it all came forth.
Mind you, I didn't spoil her. On the contrary I grew up with a "spare the rod, spoil the child" mentality. There were days when Avery went to bed in tears and I had to hang my head in shame wondering if this is how my wife would have wanted her raised.
Not long after she received her diploma, she started acting out more. I let it lax because after all, the parties and events around her graduation would only happen once.
That was, however, until a few nights ago. After having dinner I went to my room with a massive head ache. I tried to sleep but that only worked for a few hours. I woke up to read, hoping it would put me back into a deep slumber until either the morning or until the pounding ceased. It was pounding I woke up to, only this pounding wasn't in my head.
It was coming from Avery's room. Along with the pounding were her moans and the voice of some random guy saying, "Oh yeah, baby, work it, give me all you got!"
First I turned red with embarrassment, and then it gave way to anger. I shot up out of bed, threw back my covers, and stormed to her door. All her days of ignoring my rules and disrespecting me had come to a head. Something in me snapped as I opened her door and flicked on the light.
"What the HELL are you doing in my house, boy?" I yelled with such ferocity.
Avery's boyfriend stopped mid-thrust and tried to pull on his pants "I uh...Oh shit baby, I gotta go!" he said to her Avery tried to cover herself with her sheets. "Stay right there and don't move a muscle! You and I have a lot to discuss," I said to her. Her boyfriend was trying to make a break for the door and I grabbed him by his shirt collar and threw him against her wall. Holding him there by his throat, I leaned in and hissed in his ear "If I ever catch you NEAR my house or my daughter again, it will be the last thing you do! I swear to God I will kill you and bury you where no one will find you. Do you understand me?"
"Yes Sir," he said as I released him and let him run out into the night.
Avery was crying on her bed, still using her sheet to cover herself. "Get your ass over here, little girl!" I spat out at her as fast as I could, the anger still pouring out of me." First you break my rule of having no boys in the house, and then you take it one further and have him in your room over night! Add on to that, you're not even married and you're having sex in MY house!"
Avery shot a look of death towards me "You're just jealous that I'm getting laid and your not!" she spat right back at me.
I had enough of her mouth and smacked her good and hard square across the lips. My hand was stinging but I knew what had to be done. I grabbed Avery by her wrist and, as I sat down on the edge of her bed, I put her over my lap. "One way or another you're going to learn to respect me, you spoiled rotten bitch" I said through gritted teeth. I went to her closet, grabbed one of her belts and folded it over.
The leather of the belt hit her ass fiercely and fast! "This is for disobeying the rules of the house," I said as I brought the belt down harder on her rear. "This is for not showing me any respect!" Then I heard it: she moaned! I was beating my daughter's ass and she was enjoying it! I kept spanking her as hard as I could. Then I noticed she had raised her ass and she had slightly parted her legs. My nose suddenly picked up on the smell of her arousal and I noticed her belt was wet from where I was beating her. My cock started to twitch and so I pushed her to the ground as I tried to clear my mind. I only came in here to punish her for breaking the rules and somehow wandered into a perversion I couldn't grasp. I found myself torn.
"So you like being punished, do you?" I asked her. Avery nodded her head while biting her lip. There were tears in the corner of her eyes. Avery was soon on her knees, her head in my lap, crying. I began to stroke her hair apologetically, but then noticed her hands were on my thighs, moving back and forth. I felt the heat from her mouth through my pajama bottoms. This was wrong on so many levels!
