A little about me... My "fetish's" if you will, most find morally repugnant. I find taboo to be completely sexy in all it's forms. I do not, however condone rape, incest, murder, or other such criminal actives, nor do I partake of them.
That however does not mean I do not fantasize about them, or get off when watching any Rob Zombie flick. I'm just twisted like that. Some call me an extreme masochist/and or/sadist, I call it my normality.
If you find yourself to be easily offended by the Macabre and grotesque, the socially and morally wrong, this is really not the story for you. But as an intelligent, (albeit in possession of a horrid concept of grammar and or spelling, get over yourselves. I happen to know that you can rgfd anything as long as the first and last letter are correct. Because you all just read READ and not rgfd. So you're just being nit-picky.) Pagan, goth-freak-nerd-slut-or what ever other label you will give me, and above all Artist, I feel confident in my First Amendment Right to FREE SPEECH. However, I am also understanding toward the sensitiveness of others, so, therefore I give you this one chance to discontinue reading now. I will not be offended, in fact I won't even know. And you won't feel the need to tell me just how screwed up I am, or how I will burn eternally in hell. It's a win, win. But should you decide to forgo the warning that was just presented, you read on at your own risk.
And p.s. in case you didn't get it up there, I could really care less what you think of my spelling or grammar. So even if you do read it, don't waist your time, because I will delete the stupid comment and continue to use the same spelling, verbiage, and grammar that I have always used. I don't care.
Macabely, Yours.
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Daddy was always strict with us girls growing up. I remember once, when I was 18, right after I got my license I begged and pleaded with him to let me use his car, after several attempts, he finally said I could. I was so excited, my best friend Jess and I were gonna go to 'Freddie's', a local burger joint where they brought your food to your car, and then to see a movie. I promised I'd be home by 10, my curfew, and that we wouldn't pick up any boys. Daddy never let us date, not even double dates, unless he chaperoned. Everything was going according to plan, we got our burgers, saw a few friends there and talked while we ate our food, I showed off my brand new drivers license, then we went off to the movies. I parked way in the back, with no one around me. Jess thought I was being a little paranoid about my Daddy's car, but I knew better. The movie was alright, some silly little kiddy movie, the only kind I was allowed to go watch without Daddy. When we came back out of the theater the parking lot had filled up, and Daddy's car was surrounded by other cars. When Jess got up to her side of the car her face went pale, and she waved me over. When I got to the other side of the car I noticed a thick black scratch on the door. I looked around, and the car parked on that side was red. I freaked, someone had hit my Daddy's car, and they didn't even bother to leave an apology. I knew Daddy was gonna kill me!
I drove Jess home in silence, and when I pulled up next to her house, I told her that I would be punished for a while, so if I didn't call or anything, that was the reason why. She said she'd hope for the best for me, and that maybe Daddy would understand, and I'd be okay. The rest of the drive home I made my peace with God, and consigned myself to being a dead woman.
Daddy was waiting in the family room with is right to the left of the front door, reading a book. I silently walked up to him, head bowed.
"What did you do Amanda?" He asked firmly.
I sank to my knees and replied; "While Jess and I were in the movie someone must have opened their door into your car, because there was a black scratch on it when we came out."
"You scratched my car?!" He shouted.
"No Daddy, I parked so far away from any other cars, we were in the movie."
"Don't LIE TO ME!!" He said as he stood up over me.
"Daddy, I'm not lying! I swear!" I pleaded.
"Get up to your room." I stood and marched to my room, Daddy only one step behind me. When we got up to my room, Daddy sat on my bed.
"Pull you pants and panties down, and bend over my knee." He said surprisingly calmly. This demand didn't phase me, Daddy had spanked all of us since we were little till we moved out on our own. I complied with his decision, and pulled my pants and panties down, and bent over his knee. His first slap sent pain coursing through my body.
"Daddy, please. I'm sorry." I cried.
"Not yet you aren't!" He said as he spanked me again, this time harder.
"Daddy. Please, I'm sorry!" He said nothing but spanked me four more times. Each time harder than the last.
"Daddy! Daddy! Please stop! I'll never do it again!" I sobbed.
"You'll never do what again?!" He said.
"Scratch your car!"
"Good. But there's still a matter of you lying to me." He said.
"Daddy, please don't spank me anymore. I'll do anything you want, just please don't spank me anymore." I pleaded.
"Anything, huh? Beg me to spank you some more." He said evilly.
"Okay Daddy." I said as I caught my breath, and tried to stop my crying. "Please spank me Daddy."
"I'm not convinced you don't want me to punish you anymore." He said as he started to spank me again.
"Daddy! Please! Spank me, I need to be punished!" I said.
"Better, but this time with feeling!" He said as he continued to spank me. I raised my hips slightly off of him, swallowed my pain, and pleaded with him.
"Daddy, please spank me. Spank me because I need to be punished!" I said loudly. Then I could feel something poking at my rib cage.
"Tell me, did you and that slut friend of yours pick up any boys?" Daddy questioned.
"No! Daddy, I would never do that!" I said.
"How do I know you're not lying to me again? You could be just as big of a slut as she is." He said as he started to rub my ass, every now and then letting his finger dip in between my ass.
"We didn't Daddy, I promise."
"Just like how you promised not to wreck my car?" He asked.
"Daddy, please, believe me, we didn't pick up any boys." I said as I started to cry again fearing another spanking.
"I guess there's just one way to find out. Get on your knees in front of me, and look me in the eyes." I did as he said, and looked him in his eyes. "Have you ever been with a boy, alone and fuck him in any way?"
"No Daddy. Never. The only boy I've ever been with is you." I said meekly.
"Prove it, you lying slut, suck my cock." He said as he unzipped his pants to expose his erection.
"Daddy," I cried, "I don't know how."
"I don't believe you, now prove it!" He said as he grabbed the back of my head and forced my mouth over his cock. He tangled his fingers in my hair and pulled and pushed on my head to control the speed I went, and how far he went into my throat. "I don't think any virgin doesn't have a gag reflex. You've sucked cock before. You trollip!" He grunted at me as he quickened his pace. It wasn't long after that, then he came hard in my mouth, his penis twitching with every load.