To understand me, you have to know that my dad is hot. I don't mean that he suffers in the heat, I mean my dad drives me to distraction with his good looks and great body. I know that might seem strange, but many women are attracted to Daddy and I just happen to be one of them.
It all started when I was in junior high and my body began looking more like a woman's than a little girl's. My tits just kept getting bigger and, as one boyfriend remarked, my legs came together and made a perfect ass of themselves. Since mom had left us, to "find herself," she said, it was just me and Daddy and I enjoyed teasing him.
I was not quite 20 when I discovered that all those years of teasing had had their effect. I was on my way out to party with my friends and was dressed up kinda sexy. I liked wearing short skirts and skimpy tops. They showed off my "assets." I came down the stairs to find Dad waiting for me.
"You're not going out dressed like that." He didn't say it like a question, asking what my plans were. He said it like it was fact.
My rebellious nature reared it's head. "And what am I supposed to wear? A nun's habit?" I could be pretty smart-mouthed and I knew Daddy didn't like it.
"You are not going out dressed like a tramp," Daddy said again. "You will not tease your boyfriends like you've been teasing me all these years."
My mind reeled. I took in the half empty glass in Daddy's hand with a little dark liquid still in the bottom. Jack Daniel's was Daddy's favorite drink in the evening before bed. I figured it was just the whiskey talking. I rolled my eyes in typical exasperated-daughter fashion and pushed past him. Instead of letting me go by and out the door, Daddy caught my arm and spun me around on my heels.
"I said you're not going to do this any more. Don't think I don't know what you've been up to all these years. You think I won't try to take what you've been dangling in front of my nose. You're wrong."
Did I say my Daddy is hot? He's really tall, about 6'4" or 6'5" and built like a dream. He has muscles in all the right places and the most hypnotizing green eyes I've ever seen. Someday, I'll probably want to marry a guy who looks just like him, but for now, all I wanted was this fantastic forbidden fruit. I just didn't think Daddy felt the same way.
"What are you gonna do, Daddy?" I taunted, "spank me?"
A slow smile spread across Daddy's face. I could see a hungry light spark in his eyes as his gaze swept from my face, to my tits, to my legs. He released my arm and set down his glass. "I think that's exactly what you need for teasing me, sweetheart."
Daddy's hands went to his belt, his big leather belt, and began working the buckle. I stood rooted to the spot. I wanted to just leave. My friends would be expecting me. But I was mesmerized by the sound of Daddy's belt as it cleared each loop in his jeans. Surely he wouldn't actually spank me?
Shaking my head, I spun on one heel and turned toward the door. I only took one step before Daddy's had was on my arm. This time, he jerked me back and practically drug me into the living room. I had to struggle to keep my feet under me. I tried to get my hand back, but Daddy was too strong for me. He drug me over to his desk and pushed me face down over it. His desk is pretty tall, or maybe I'm just short, but I folded over at the waist with my ass sticking into the air.
Daddy's strong hand held me to the desk, then he reached out and pulled my skirt up over my hips, exposing my panty-clad ass. I struggled against him, but Daddy was just too strong.
