Chapter 1

Burly Dan Wainright lounged back in the rocker at the side of the porch, his beady, watery-blue eyes squinting with lustful anticipation. His hairy, big right hand let the straw fan droop against his heavy thigh as he stared greedily at his fifteen-year-old stepdaughter, Barbara, who was just coming home from school.

Ever since he had married her widowed mother Mavis Purcell three years ago, he had been watching Barbara, or Bobo, as he called her, growing up. Even at twelve, that saucy face of hers, that long dark-brown hair and luscious pale-white skin had been giving his prick itching twinges of expectation for the day when she would really be developed, really be a sight for a horny man to enjoy. And this afternoon, which happened to mark the exact day of her birth, was the right time to start making the cute, sexy little teaser find out for herself how she could set a man on fire with her flirty, teasing ways.

What was best of all, he told himself with greedy relish, was that Bobo was all his now, without any other kinfolk to look after her or care what happened to her. Because Mavis, who had been a lush blonde piece of thirty-one when he'd married her, had gone to her eternal rest. Some damn-fool college kid driver had swung over to the wrong side of the road between Portersville and Mason and run smack-dab into his pickup truck which Mavis had been driving to get flour and grits and molasses and coffee from old Ed Buxley's general store.

He'd been extra-special careful not to show Mavis what had always been on his mind. From the first minute he'd laid eyes on Bobo, he'd had the hots for that girl's cherry and that wriggly firm little ass. He'd always made a fuss over the little bitch when Mavis was around, taking her on his knee and stroking her hair and telling her how she was going to grow up to be just as gorgeous as her mother was. And every so often he'd run his hand over that firm little butt or accidentally brush his palm against one of her titties just to see how they were coming along as the months went by. Mavis had been real sweet on the kid, and it hadn't done him any harm to praise Bobo when Mavis was around. Mavis had been good enough to keep him interested in bed because she'd married young and lost her hubby in Viet Nam. And when he'd stopped by to pay his respects, he'd sized up the juicy blonde widow and seen right away that she was the type who'd pine and droop unless she got steady fucking. A couple of months was all it had taken to make her say yes to becoming Mrs. Wainright.

But now she was gone, God rest her soul, and Bobo was here in the little white clapboard house all alone with him. His daughter by marriage but not by blood. That was another bonus dividend from Lady Luck, for sure!

"How was school today, honey?" Wainright grinned at her as she came up the three rickety wooden steps of the old porch. It made his mouth water just to look at her up close like this. That blue gingham dress came down to about an inch above her round dimpled knees, and it hugged the upstanding, rounded, tightly spaced cheeks of her sexy, firm young ass. The puffed short sleeves let him see the smooth white skin of her arms, and they had already started to get nice and round and squeezable above the elbows up to where they fitted into her straight shoulders. Even though she wore a training bra, which her mom had made her start wearing at twelve, he could still see how surprisingly big and firm and perky her titties were. They set high on her chest and were spaced wide apart, the size of big Florida oranges, with nipples that were already starting to make themselves visible through the bra tight up against the gingham. His eyes swiftly swept down her bare legs to the cute little yellow anklet socks and the scuffed, worn sandals whose straps had got loose with wear. He grinned to himself as he thought of how those sandals could be used to bring her around, the sweet little bitch!

"Was there something you wanted, Mr. Wainright?" Barbara diffidently asked as she regarded him, the screen door already pulled partly open. She had a delightfully rounded face, with firm straight nose whose nostrils flared widely and were very sensuous. Her eyes were as dark-brown as her long hair which fell almost to her waist at the back, and there were thick slightly arching brows over them and short thick lashes to make them look even more expressive.

The way she had turned now made her titties shove out against the gingham and also made her skirt shape out her long ripe, rounded thighs. He calculated quickly to himself, she must be about five feet four or five by now and still growing. And still cherry, too, all three of the holes she'd been provided with for the servicing of a real man.

"Why, not anything special, honey," he affably replied. "Aren't you forgetting what day this is, though, Bobo?"

"Oh!" She frowned slightly, then shrugged. "Sure, it's my birthday. No big deal, and I'm not looking for any presents, Mr. Wainright. I'd better go in and start getting things ready for supper, though."

Dan Wainright was forty-seven, about five-feet eleven, heavy set and florid of complexion. His two brothers had gone to Atlanta to open a service station, but he'd stayed here in good old Portersville because it was a nice sleepy little town and a good carpenter could make a fair living without too much effort. Besides, since he'd always been a hunting and fishing buddy of Sheriff Ben Gorton, he'd never lacked for pussy all these years before meeting up with Mavis. Yes, and sometimes even after that without Mavis ever being the wiser. Old Ben was the best sheriff Macon County ever had, in his books anyhow. Whenever a runaway girl came through Portersville, she generally spent a couple of nights in old Ben's jail, and by the time she got her walking papers, she'd learned to be mighty respectful to the law.

With a grunt, he heaved himself out of the rocker, tossed away the fan, and with a sly grin, started rubbing his bulging prick which was thrusting out demandingly against the fly of his overalls. This was as good a time as any to find out how Bobo was going to take being his little girl and replacing her mama. After all, a man oughtn't to go without pussy, not when he was healthy and used to it, and it was an even better idea to keep it all in the family. He pulled open the screen door and sauntered in . . .

The pretty young dark brunette girl had put away her schoolbooks, glanced in the cracked, dusty mirror above her dresser to see if she had any hickies--Lucy Collins, her best girlfriend, was getting them from eating too much cornbread and yams, she said--. Then she headed for the kitchen. Ever since Mama had gone, she'd been the cook for Mr. Wainright, and it was a hassle to think up something new every night. Worst thing was, he'd been getting mighty familiar with her the last few weeks. Like coming up real close and standing up against her when he wanted to say something. And a couple of times, he'd put his arm round her shoulders and then sort of let his hand trail down to brush against her boobie and her hip, like it was an accident. Only she knew better. Mama had told her about how horny men could get over a girl and, right after she'd had the curse for the first time, how it was a woman's lot in life to have to give in. The best thing was, if you could do it, to pick a fellow who kept himself clean and took a bath once in a while-which she didn't think Mr. Wainright did very often. Someone who made good money and showed respect for a girl he went out with. Anyhow, she was too young to think of being serious with a fellow, even if she was starting to get some flesh on her butt and boobies. Trouble was, Mr. Wainright was starting to notice how she was filling out, and she didn't like it one little bit. Only, with Mama gone, she couldn't very well run away, or else the sheriff would haul her back and then she'd really get a licking for fair.

She reached up on tiptoe to pull open the cupboard door and carefully slide out one of the good plates for Mr. Wainright's supper just about the time he quietly walked in. His eyes narrowed and gleamed to see her arching up that way, the skirt hugging the solid, meaty hemispheres of her cute young ass and hiking up enough to show him the lower curves of her milky, smooth thighs. Dan Wainright licked his lips and moved up beside his step-daugnter just as she closed the cupboard with her left hand and swung towards the sink.

"Ohh-gee-you-oh Lordie-" Startled by his unexpected nearness, Barbara dropped the plate and it crashed to the floor, shattering into several jagged pieces. "Now just see what you made me do, Mr. Wainright! Oh golly, and it was one of Mama's best plates too!" she wailed disconsolately.

"Tsk, tsk," he frowned and shook his head. "That was mighty careless of you, Bobo honey. Now, seein' as how this is your birthday, I'm going to be easy on you. 'Course you know, you got a licking coming for breaking that plate."

"Oh, that's no fair, Mr. Wainright!" The attractive teenager stamped her foot. "You know I didn't do it on purpose, I wouldn't have dropped it if you hadn't been right up there when I turned around. You scared me!"

"Now that's no way to talk to your daddy, honey. Don't forget, I'm in charge of you now and I'm the only kin you've got, so you'd best be minding your manners. Looks to me like I'm going to have to give you a good licking after all."

"Oh gosh, Mr. Wainright, please don't! Not even Mama ever did that to me, and I'm getting too old for it anyhow," Barbara protested, her face turning a becoming pink as she lowered her eyes, troubled by the lewd grin on his fat face.

Dan Wainright mastered the impulse to slap some sense into the ornery little bitch. He contented himself with thinking that it wouldn't be long before she came around. The licking would come tonight when she was ready for bed. Not just for breaking that plate but also for not calling him Daddy. For now, he contented himself with an ingratiating smile and said, "Well, now, youngster, I suppose I have to understand your point of view even if I don't like it any. But now you've got to take your birthday spanks. I won't be hard on you, Bobo. Come on now," as he seated himself on the low wooden kitchen chair. "Get yourself over my lap and count out sixteen."

"I'm fifteen," she stammered, getting very red in the face and backing away a little.

"Sure you are, only it's that one to grow on which makes it sixteen. Now get right over here and don't fuss about it. I declare, Bobo, you keep this arguing up, you and me are gonna have some words, I can tell you that right now."

Biting her lips, hot color suffusing her cheeks and forehead, Barbara Wainright at last meekly walked over to her stepfather, her hands clasped behind her back, as she laid herself across his lap and closed her eyes to hide her own humiliation from herself.

He could feel his prick hardening as her soft belly squirmed uneasily over his lap, and he curved his hairy left arm over her slim waist. As he did so, the gingham dress tightened, shaping out the already delightfully curvaceous flare of her young hips and solid firm bottom. His right hand surreptitiously lowered to the hem of the skirt, grasped it and gave it a slight tug.

"Oh no! You don't have to pull my dress up to give me my birthday spanks, Mr. Wainright, please!" Barbara at once feverishly protested as she turned her reddened face back to stare at the burly man.

"Now you behave yourself, Bobo," he grumblingly threatened, "else I'll snatch those little pants of yours down and give it to you on the bare heinie, you hear me? Just you turn your face round and count them off like I said if you don't want a real good licking!"

Again biting her lips with furious embarrassment, Barbara Wainright obeyed, closing her eyes very tightly and clenching her fists as she pressed them down on the floor to balance herself. Draped over his lap as she was now, her buttocks arched up provocatively against the thin material of her dress and the skimpy pink panties beneath.

Barbara had never had the luxury of a slip, but then, most of the girls in this rural area shared that lack. As a consequence, Dan Wainright's beady eyes glinted with lust as he saw the smooth milky purity of his stepdaughter's deeply hollowed, beautifully sculptured back and the already ripening columns of her smoothly muscled, nervously flexing thighs. Little pink cotton panty briefs hugged the cheeks of her voluptuous young bottom like a second skin, shaping out even the sinuous, narrow crease between the tightly set rotundities. They also revealed an inch or two of the base of her milky posterior, and his prick ached savagely as he cleared his throat and laid his heavy right palm on the summit of her right buttock. "Now then, you ready for your birthday spanks, Bobo girl? Don't forget, you gotta count them out loud enough for your daddy to hear, or you'll just have to get extra, I reckon."

"Please go ahead and do it, Mr. Wainright," Barbara gasped through set teeth as she pressed her fists down hard as she could against the floor and tightened all her muscles in an instinctive defense.

Licking his lips, tightening the grip of his left hand against her satiny bare side, he lifted his right hand and brought it down abruptly, flattening the jouncy curve of her temptingly upturned resilient buttock.

"Ouch! That's one!" Barbara promptly exclaimed, squirming nervously and bowing her head down even lower than before as she tried to obliterate her awareness of this immodest exposure before her stepfather.

Smack! His big hand swiftly plummeted down to flatten the lower curve of her left buttock. Barbara's legs kicked up, crossed, rubbed together with shinbone rasping against velvety milky calf, then thrust down hard against the floor as she announced, "Ouch, two!" in a somewhat more flurried tone. The girl squirmed, feeling the excitement in his hard hand as it rested on her thin panties.

"Please, do you have to...to feel me up like that, Mr. Wainright? Won't you please sp-spank me and get it over with?" she implored.

"Now you mind your tongue Bobo, or it'll go mighty hard on your cute butt," he chuckled lecherously. He rubbed his palm all over both huddling ass cheeks till Barbara's face was scarlet with her outraged young indignation.

The third spank came down almost immediately, and then the fourth, each flattening the base of a buttock, each being duly announced. But by now Barbara's voice was trembling with sobs, choking gasps and tears, for he had been pitilessly vigorous in applying these usually playful spanks. He could see the results of his own handiwork through the thin pink panties, where the flesh was vividly and brightly red.

Once again he lingeringly caressed his stepdaughter's panty-sheathed behind, and Barbara again groaned feverishly: "Oh please-please don't do that! That's no fair, please won't you just spank me and get done with it, Mr. Wainright?"

"Now I warned you a couple of times, Bobo," he sharply retorted. "Don't make me have to do it again, or I'll use my strap tonight on that sassy heinie of yours. Get ready for some more now, since you'd rather be spanked than petted!" And with this, he energetically administered the fifth spank right over the crease of both huddling plumply rounded buttocks, drawing a stifled and prolonged cry of discomfort from the young sufferer across his lap.

"Oww, that hurts! Six!"

"That fast enough for you, Bobo honey?" he sarcastically demanded as once again he rubbed his palm all over Barbara's twitching, huddling, trembling bottom. His prick was gigantic by now, and he knew perfectly well that the little bitch had to feel it rubbing against her belly the way she was squirming around under the spanks. He lifted his hand and applied a rather playful spank to the top of her right hip, but as soon as she had counted it, delivered a really stinging and noisy spank at the outer edge of the left buttock.

"Owwww, please go easy on me! That hurt a lot," she plaintively complained, then quickly, before he could rebuke her for forgetfulness, called out, "Seven!"

Goddamn, Dan Wainright thought to himself, look at that juicy, squirmy ass twitch and wriggle! Bobo doesn't know it yet, but she's as ready for fucking as she's ever gonna be. Just look at those cute sexy white legs of hers squirm and rub together, just like she's thinking of grabbing a big hard cock inside her cute little pink cunt and holding on tight and snapping at it to bite it off! Tonight's the night she's gonna get fucked her first time, and that'll be her real birthday present, so help me!

"Relax, Bobo honey," he chuckled thickly, "this isn't for punishment for that plate, no way it ain't. This is just 'cause I'm your daddy and today's the day you was born. Don't flinch like that, just let yourself go. Jeez, have you got a cute hind end, though!"

Barbara gritted her teeth and kept her eyes tightly shut, bearing down on the balls of her fists, the muscles of her back and shoulders tightly resisting. She wanted him to get it over with. She had never felt so ashamed before, lying there with her dress way up so he could see her bare skin. And she knew how thin and skimpy the little panties were. This was just awful, and already her heinie was starting to smart and tingle. He had such a big heavy hand!

Crack! It came down again, on the base of her right buttock, and it took her by surprise and she called out, "Owweee, eight, that's eight, Mr. Wainright!" just as it landed again on the other cheek in exactly the same place. She kicked up one bare leg, and called out, "Ouch, owwww, that's nine! Please get it over with, please, this is awful!"

"Awful?" he mimicked her, letting his hand rest where it had just fallen and slyly and slowly moving his palm all over the quivering, tingling, springy flesh under the skimpy panties. "Why, these here are love taps, Bobo honey. Now don't you fret none, they'll be over with pretty soon. And every time you look at that old ring, I want you to remember it was your daddy gave it to you, savvy?"

She was about to speak, but thought better of it. She was much too vulnerably exposed to put up the kind of protest she really wanted to. She squirmed uneasily, because there was something hard poking her tummy from the middle of his lap. She knew what it was, and her cheeks were flaming at the idea. He was acting real crazy, and she didn't know what she was going to do because now she really was all alone with him, him and his ideas.

He finished the spanking with seven good hard but quick slaps. She called them out in turn, and lay there squirming and twisting a little. Her cheeks were very red and a few tears stung her eyes as his big hand pressed intimately over the crevice of her bottom-cheeks. They really hadn't been too hard, come to think of it, but it was just awfully embarrassing to have to lie over his lap like a naughty little girl and have him see her bare skin, because the panties sure weren't much protection. Just the same, the warm persisting, throbbing glow in her hind end wasn't as bad as she'd thought it was going to be.

"There," his voice was suspiciously hoarse and thick and shuddering, "you can get up now. Why don't you give me a nice big hug and a kiss for the ring, Bobo sweetie?"

She slipped down off his lap and swayed as she got to her feet, pulling down her gingham dress, her cheeks flaming, her eyes lowered, her thick lashes fluttering as she blinked them to clear the misty tears away. Then she saw him grinning at her, his face flushed, his jowls quivering, and he needed a shave. And as her eyes flicked down, she could see what had been rubbing her tummy-a big hard thing sticking up like a tent pole against the crotch of his overalls.

"I'm waiting for the kiss, honey. Otherwise I'd start thinking you didn't appreciate your little birthday present, nor your birthday spanks neither," he muttered, sullen and ominously gloomy all of a sudden.

He'd always been so great and nice, Bobo thought. The very first time he'd met her and Mama, he'd chucked her under the chin and told Mama what a purty little darling she was and how she was going to grow up to be one terrific female. All the time he and Mama had been married, he'd bought her presents and made a fuss over her. Oh sure, sometimes he'd taken her on his lap and bounced her up and down, and patted her legs and kissed her, but she had thought it was all because he was so glad to be married to Mama and have a little daughter all his own. And now she knew better. Now she was all alone with him in the house and there wasn't a thing she could do about it unless she wanted to go to the sheriff, and she knew that he and Mr. Wainright here were awfully good friends.

"I-I do like the ring lots, Mr. W-Wainright, I do," she blurted. She put her arms around his neck and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, while his hands grabbed her bottom and gently and lingeringly squeezed as he remained seated in the chair.

"That's fine, that's just fine, Bobo," he said softly when she had backed away. "Now I think I'm going to take me a little nap. No hurry about fixing supper, honey. You just call me when you're ready for me. And tonight, well, we'll see about that licking you got coming for breaking the plate."

He lumbered to his feet, and now she could see the thick thrusting bulge against the fly of his overalls. She put a hand to her mouth and backed away against the sink, squirming as her tingling, sensitive bottom pressed hard against it.

She didn't know exactly what he meant by that last remark, except that it was going to be just awful if she had to take a real hard licking. Even this little birthday spanking had made her hind end awfully tender and squirmy.