Training Time

Chapter Two

It was on the way to the match on Saturday morning that I decided to up the ante in my game of getting my dad to notice me as a woman rather than his daughter. It was a dull, drizzly day in February and we were about to play our main rivals, Portshead Felines, a team sitting only three points behind us in the league table and therefore one that we really needed to defeat.

"Dad," I murmured as he drove along the wet road towards the football ground."

"What? Your leg is okay?" he asked anxiously, shooting a quick glance at me.

"Of course it is but I know you are only worried because of the match," I replied, rolling my eyes. "I have a suggestion for you...an incentive scheme for me maybe. Give me a target number of goals for the game today. If I achieve it then I get a prize."

"Such as what?" he inquired, brow furrowing slightly as he wondered how much it might cost him.

"A day off training next week so that I can go out with Maia to the cinema," I answered quickly, not wanting to ask for anything too difficult or expensive so that he would refuse. There was a slight hesitation before he agreed and I smiled as I then added, "Of course there must be some sort of punishment if I don't achieve the target though."

"Like what? Extra training?"

I took a deep breath and decide that I was going to go for it. I had spent the last few days trying to tempt him into putting me over his knee or something similar as I had delved into his internet search history thanks to Maia's grasp on technology thanks to her dad's coaching. She had lent me a keystroke program which I had installed on his machine when he was out and then used to find out exactly what websites he was looking at when he played with his lovely cock. It turned out they were normally bondage and spanking sites and my arse cheeks tingled at the thought of his large hand cupping my flesh and then striking it hard. I had logged onto some of the same sites and then frigged myself madly to climax after climax watching the intriguing scenarios but I really wanted it to happen for real.

"Give me a target first and then I will tell you, Daddy."

"Alright, alright...how about four? That will be one more than last week, won't it?"

"Okay," I answered, pleased that he had selected a difficult target for me to achieve. It wasn't impossible but it was going to be quite hard against Portshead as they had a strong defence. Still that would give me an excuse to fail, wouldn't it?

"So what is the punishment if you don't make it then?"

His eyes flickered across to me and I wondered if he was visualising me over his knee, bare bottom shining up at him as I squirmed in readiness to be spanked hard. Sudden memories flashed into my brain of Mum walking gingerly around the house, of seeing pale stripes across the back of her thighs when we had been swimming in the sea and strange sounds emanating from their bedroom late at night when obviously they had thought that I was safely asleep. What dark desires had they shared between them before she had been so cruelly snatched away?

I came back to the present as my dad pulled into the car park at the football ground, his dark green eyes watching me closely as he waited for my response to finally emerge.

"A dozen spanks for every goal I am short, Daddy," I whispered out, throat suddenly going as dry as dust as the moment came to voice my needs.

"What?"

"You heard, Daddy. Twelve hard smacks on my bum if I fail to get to four. Actually no, let's make it five goals. Your target is too easy!" I snapped out decisively as I opened the car door.

"But..."

"Exactly...on my butt, Daddy!" I added with a smile. "Now won't the thought of that make me work harder and play better today? Of course, if you don't wish to agree then I might not score any goals at all today as I won't have any incentive to do so, will I?"

I slid out of the car and walked away swiftly, holdall containing my kit over my shoulder. I glanced behind as I neared the changing rooms and saw him still sitting there, face etched in shock, surprise and what I perceived and hoped to be desire. Like mother, like daughter, Daddy, I whispered to myself as I entered the changing rooms and found a few of my team already there getting into their kit. I drank in the sight greedily, taking in the half naked bodies as they flitted around the room, pulling on shirts or shorts, lacing up their football boots or, in Maia's case, pulling on her socks by bending over fully so that her knickers, absurdly small anyway, were stretched taut so that I could clearly see the enticing outline of her pussy through the thin material. God, I wanted to rush over and kiss her arse, slide my tongue up over the fleshy folds of her slit and please her with my subservience. It had only been since I started playing that we had become friends and then lovers even though I had known her at school. She was a year older though and far more experienced than me in the delights of lesbian love as she had gaily called it when we had kissed for the first time after a resounding victory the previous year.

It had been in the concealing steam of the showers when she had grabbed me and planted a kiss on my cheek. The soft slithering of our naked bodies together had electrified me and I had kissed her back immediately, feeling her lips part as I had pressed mine against them. We had broken away and looked guiltily around but fortunately nobody else had seen us. A whispered conversation in the rushing water and then, after dressing, I had gone to her house, telling my dad that we were going to celebrate our victory and that Maia would bring me home afterwards as she had already learnt to drive.

Maia had taken control in her house, leading me up to her room and then slowly stripping me while I had stood there hardly daring to breathe. The soft touch of her fingers caressing my naked skin and sliding over my breasts until they found the hard peaks and then her lips nuzzling onto those stiff buds. The sudden shock as she had sucked hard: an electrical current spasming through my body and making me jolt and jerk in response. Her little giggles at my reactions before she had eased off her own clothes and pushed me down onto the bed, slithering her warmth over mine. The heat suffusing my senses as she had pushed my thighs apart and scissored her legs over mine so that the tickling hairs of her dark bush could tease me, rubbing over my own golden honey. The little darts of passion as her soft folds had pressed down onto mine before she had moved back and forth, our lips meeting to kiss and taste deeply of each other. The crescendo steadily and inexorably building up in my body and then the sudden, almost overwhelming rush that left me squealing out into her mouth as passion exploded. More laughter from Maia as she had remarked that she was glad her parents weren't around to hear me and how she would have to gag me next time. The look of desire in my bright blue eyes in return at the idea of there being another time even as I wondered what it would be like to be tied up and gagged by her.

Now I knew and loved it. Whenever Dad let me go over to her house for a sleepover as if we were still little kids, I was over like a shot. Gradually, Maia had taught me to be her little toy and plaything, worshipping her from head to toe...literally as she loved having her feet licked and sucked. Spanking me when I did not please her, denying me the pleasure of coming by tying me down and then using my lips to worship her pussy until she squirted her love juices all over my face. Making me rub my pussy in front of her and then denying me the absolute ultimate pleasure until I begged and promised to do anything she wished...an oath which had introduced me to the dark delights of easing my tongue up inside her anal hole.

"You getting changed, Ems, or have you been turned into a statue?" asked Daisy as she pushed past me into the changing room.

"Sorry, Daisy," I muttered, walking across to Maia who had turned around and was watching me with a little smile on her tanned face.

"Coming over tonight or am I coming to yours?" she inquired quietly when I sat down by her side and started taking off my clothes.

"Not sure yet, Maia. Depends on my dad as usual."

"About time you found him a girlfriend so that he could spend his time having fun with her and not worrying about you," she responded before she rolled her eyes. "Only you want to be his girlfriend, don't you?"

She had teased that information out of me very quickly in our relationship and, intrigued by the possibility rather than horrified, she had been trying to aid me in making it become a reality.

"How is your plan going?"

"Good, I think. I mentioned the incentive scheme on the way here and he sort of agreed although I don't think he was too happy about the punishment side of things," I told her as I pulled my shirt on over my sports bra.

"Which is?"

"I said a dozen spanks for every goal short of five I score today."

"And he is definitely into that?"

"Oh yes, Maia," I whispered back. "He has been going on those sites every evening since I have been wearing revealing clothing and flaunting my assets as you told me to do."

"Don't blame him either!" she stated with a giggle as I tugged up my socks after making sure my shin pads were in place.

"I told him as I got out of the car that if he didn't punish me then I wouldn't score any goals today at all!"

"And his reply was?"

"I'll find out soon," I answered as a loud knock sounded on the door and Dad's voice shouted, "Everybody decent in there?"

He entered after a chorus of replies that we were all dressed and ready for his team talk. Hastily, our coach, my dad, went over the tactics for the day, reminding us of the danger of overconfidence and how important the game was if we wished to win the league and gain promotion. Then, he told the team to go outside and get warmed up although, after everybody else had gone, he grabbed me and said, "What you said just now in the car, Emma...are you serious?"

"Yes, Dad. Five goals from me or twelve smacks for every one I am short. Agreed?"

"No!" he snapped back and I pulled away from him in annoyance. "Two dozen spanks each! That will give you an even bigger incentive and let you know how angry I am that you threatened to let the whole team down by not scoring unless I gave in!"

I looked steadily back into his angry eyes and nodded once. "Agreed, Daddy. Two dozen spanks. Now let's go and win this football match!"

Two-one down with twenty minutes left thanks to our dozy defending skills and my only goal so far. I knew my dad was not going to be happy although he was trying to encourage us from the sidelines rather than shout abuse as many coaches and parents seem to do. We hadn't played badly but I was having one of those days when I kept hitting the ball straight at the goalkeeper or the post. Four of my shots had cannoned back off the post but not to anybody on our side following up and I wondered if I was secretly trying to earn a really hard and prolonged spanking as I picked the ball up in midfield from Daisy and drove forward, skipping past two tackles. Maia made a run in behind the Portshead defence and I slotted it through for her then raced into the box for the return. She squared the ball and I tucked it away neatly at last, watching it evade the goalkeeper's despairing dive with glee before celebrating with the rest of the team.

A loud voice screamed at us to get another when Portshead kicked off and I smiled, knowing that it was our coach. Scored two so only seventy-two spanks I computed rapidly as I hared after a long-legged girl in their team and tackled her, winning the ball then spraying a pass out to Daisy on the wing. She dodged one lunging tackle then crossed the ball and I chested it down neatly in the box, back to goal, and saw Maia rushing forward. A little flick off my left foot and she buried the ball in the corner and I jumped on her back, sending her tumbling down to the ground where we cuddled in glee as the rest of our team piled on top and crushed us into the mud.

It was easy after that because our opponents let their heads drop and we added another two goals, one from me and the other from Daisy who hit a speculative shot that the goalkeeper allowed to squirm under her body and trickle over the line. The referee finally blew the whistle, the crowd, barely fifty strong, cheered loudly and we trooped off after shaking hands with the other team.

"Right, ladies, well done in the end. We will have a recap in training on Wednesday night so be here at seven sharp," Dad called out as we headed for the changing rooms. I caught his eye and smiled and he held up three fingers. "Another hat trick, Emma!"

"But not good enough," I murmured as I passed by, keeping my gaze firmly fixed ahead even though I wondered what his face would reveal. Was he desperate to have me over his lap and smack my tight young arse or was he already regretting making the agreement with me? Tough if he was as I was going to hold him to it even if he tried to wriggle out of it!

It was delightful to strip off my muddy, sweaty kit and then tumble into the showers with the other girls. The hot water beat down and warmed us up as did the horseplay between us as we slapped each other's bottoms with Daisy, our captain, declaring that Poppy needed three smacks from everyone for giving away a penalty in the first half. The poor girl's buttocks glowed once she had received her due chastisement and I looked at them and wondered if mine would be shining even more brightly when my dad spanked me later. Would it really hurt? After all, I hadn't been touched for years and my mind had completely forgotten about the pain as I had only remembered the reaction of my pussy as it had always tingled with heat afterwards. Even at the tender age of twelve, I had known to rub myself furiously then and found pleasure in the weird but wonderful feelings that had coursed through my body. Now, a few years older, I had suddenly become a little uncertain about what was going to happen later and it appeared that Maia knew exactly how I was feeling.

"I am coming home with you today, Emma. Somebody has to make sure that you get your just desserts," she remarked as the changing room emptied out and left us alone

"But don't you think that will make him refuse?" I asked, puzzled as to her reasoning.

"No," she responded, kissing me lightly on the lips in between each word, "because he will think that I am there as a safety net, won't he? With someone else there then he cannot take things any further...or so he will think! Little does he know that his daughter's best friend is looking forward to seeing her get fucked by her father!"

We wandered out of the hut a few minutes later and I did see a look of relief fly rapidly across my dad's face as he heard that Maia was coming back for something to eat at our house.

"That's great, Maia, and well done for scoring today."

"Couldn't really miss, Mr Dawson, after being set up by your talented daughter here!" she answered, hugging me tightly to her for a few delicious moments.

"In fact, it would be great if Maia could stay over, Dad. She's got her things in her bag just in case," I added quickly.

"Yes, I travel light for a lady," quipped Maia, twirling her small holdall round.

"Well, yes, that will be fine as long as she has told her parents?"

"I'll just confirm it with them now, Mr D!" replied my friend, extracting her phone and sending a text flying through the ether.