Chapter 5
During the school break over the Easter holiday, Dan Wainright had taken Barbara on a weekend trip to Atlanta, not only to pay his respects to a distant cousin who worked in an insurance agency there, but also to outfit his delectably submissive-stepdaughter with a brand-new wardrobe, calculated to whet his appetite for her tasty, ripening charms.
He had planned the trip anyway, but decided to take Barbara with him just to make sure she wouldn't yield to the temptation of confiding in a teacher or one of her girl friends about the cozy relationship the two of them had "worked out" since the night of her fifteenth birthday. But the fact was that the dark-brown haired teenager was much too ashamed to dare to tell anyone at all of how she had been initiated into what some novelists call the "tender mysteries of sex."
They returned to the little white clapboard house on Easter Monday and Dan Wainright unloaded the packages and boxes out of the back of his pickup truck and carried them into Barbara's bedroom. It was twilight, but he wasn't going to wait for nightfall to have her model for him. He had saved her considerable embarrassment by giving her measurements to an understanding and efficient salesclerk in a big Atlanta department store, and he could hardly wait to see her model the cute black nylon shortie nightie with red ribbon bow at the low-cut neck and bouncy double-thick red satin ribbon sewn around the hem. Included in his lavish purchases were several bra and panty sets, a provocative black satin and net and elastic garter belt with single wide red stocking tab for each curvaceous thigh, several pairs of high-heeled black leather pumps, one pair of which had gaudy red ribbon bows along the instep; and several mini-dresses of varying colors, like yellow, red and green. In addition, he had bought hair ribbons, several pairs of pantyhose and off-black and charcoal-brown and flesh-tone nylons. As a present for her patient silence, he had even bought his lovely stepdaughter a flashy costume bracelet with multicolored beads and bangles.
Barbara's downcast face was scarlet with embarrassment as he closed her bedroom door behind him and eagerly ordered, "Now then, honey girl, you jist peel down raw and start trying on some of these outfits. I spent me a lot of money so you'd look real purty in bed, and I wanna see if that gal back in Atlanta knew what would please a man. Hurry up now!"
"Pl-please, D-Daddy," the term of endearment came out falteringly and slowly, since Barbara had already learned at the cost of several stinging spankings that submission was the better part of valor; nevertheless, it still mortified her to tears to have to address her stepfather in this most intimate way. "I-I wish you'd let me t-take my clothes off in-in the bathroom and put these th-things on and then come out, please?"
"Didn't you hear what I told you, Bobo? You haven't had a good fantailing for a couple of weeks now, maybe it's time I reminded you who's boss around here." His eyes narrowed as he began to unbuckle his black leather belt.
Barbara swallowed hard. "Oh no, please, D-Daddy! I-I'll do it, I'll do it right now!" AS if to illustrate her obedient alacrity, she stooped to tuck up her pretty brown cotton dress and dropped it onto the bed beside her. Standing facing him with quivering lower lip her eyes clouded up with tears, dimpled cheeks reddening as they saw his gloating smile. She was bewitching in the undress of white cotton bra and matching, very snug panty briefs, white anklet socks and loafers. At his abrupt nod, she reached behind her to unfasten the bra and drop it behind her on top of the dress, fidgeting and twisting her fingers nervously as she heard his admiring gasp at the unveiling of her round luscious creamy breasts.
"You sure do rile a man up, Bobo honey," he hoarsely growled, this time in tribute to her sexual enticement. He was already shucking down his pants, kicking off his shoes, and she saw that he had substituted undershirt and jockey shorts for his customary longjohns. Now he yanked down the jockey shorts and stepped out of them, and his big heavy prick dangled stiffly between his hairy legs, as he grinned meaningfully at her. "All right, get those panties off fast and into bed, honey-girl!" he directed.
Barbara's reluctant, trembling fingers slowly dragged the skimpy white cotton briefs down from the furry promontory of her lower abdomen, held them hesitantly over the soft pink lips of her quivering cunt, and then, with a desolate sigh, she forced herself to snug them down and let them drop to her ankles, stepping out of them. Bending to retrieve them, she presented her stepfather with the breathtaking, prick-hardening vision of dangling round full creamy breasts and the thicket of dark-brown cuntal curls which fleeced her tempting young love-center. It was a sight that never failed to make his pulses quicken with lustful anticipation.
"You been taking your pills reg'lar, like I told you?" he suspiciously demanded.
Barbara nodded, again biting her lips and blinking her eyes to clear them of the tears. It was true that she preferred to submit rather than be first spanked into submission, yet she couldn't get over her anguished and furiously embarrassed feelings when she had to undress before him and see his big hard cock all ready to shove hard into her tender pussy. Just before they'd gone to Atlanta, some of the older boys in the senior class had come up to her and asked her for dates. She had been frightened that maybe somebody would see and report back to her stepfather. He was just awful jealous, she knew.
Naked except for undershirt and socks, Dan Wainright took Barbara by the earlobe and ordered, "Now you bend down and get your head right between my legs, young lady. I'm going to give your sassy butt just a little smacking to start you with, and then we'll see how you behave toward your nice old daddy who buys you all these purty things!"
"Oh please-not like that-oh please-Daddy...oww-don't, not like this!" Barbara tearfully pleaded, but in vain. Exerting pressure on her earlobe, he forced her to bend her head down low while he promptly clamped his hairy thighs against the sides of her blushing cheeks. Frantic with shame and humiliation, she seized his calves with both hands to cling to, visibly aware that, naked except for her juvenile socks, she was arching up her bare behind in the most vulnerable of positions.
"Now don't try to wiggle away, or I'll use my belt," he warned, slyly rubbing his left hand over her naked side and then the outer curve of one panting, shuddering creamy breast. Raising his right hand, he brought it down with a vigorous smack against the upper right cheek of Barbara's naked behind. A yelp of anguish followed, and her hips jerked lasciviously from side to side. A second slap on the other cheek followed, and then about half a dozen noisy, sonorous open-palmed slaps which had her sniffling and sobbing that she would be very good if he'd only stop.
Opening his thighs, he ordered, "Now we'll see just how good you're going to be, Bobo. Anyhow, it's time you learned to take care of your old Daddy Dan the way a grown woman does. Get down there on your knees and grab hold of my ankles and look up at me!"
One hand gingerly rubbing her brightly splotched white bottom, the teenaged brunette ruefully obeyed. She saw his heavy, angrily swollen prick, the dangling hairy balls thick and full with vital juices, shifting and contracting as he grinned down at her. "Now give it a nice big kiss, Bobo!" he ordered.
Barbara turned a furious scarlet with horrified confusion and shock at this order. "Oh no!" she incredulously gasped, "that's awful, that's d-dirty-please don't ask me to do a thing like that, D-Daddy D-Dan! Please, you can f-fuck my p-pussy, but please don't make me do that, please!"
"You're still of a mind to disobey me, are you, Bobo? We'll see about that," he growled. The next thing poor naked Barbara knew, she was being unceremoniously led to the bed by her earlobe and forced to clamber onto it and roll onto her back. Yanking his belt out of his discarded pants, Dan Wainright swiftly ascended, and knelt over his stepdaughter's scarlet, consternated face as she tremulously pleaded with him not to spank her, once again avowing that she was ready to let him fuck her pussy but just couldn't bring herself to do that other dreadful thing.
Ignoring her plaints, he slipped his left arm under her knees and lifted her legs straight up in the air as he planted himself, with knees widely spread on either side of her scarlet face. Gripping the belt and doubling it in his right hand, he applied a sonorous whack to the base of her squirming, creamy buttocks. "When you've had enough, you know what to do, young lady!" he directed, punctuating this with a pair of crisply intoning cracks of the doubled belt over the ripest curves of her weaving, wriggling bottom-cheeks.
The mushroom-like head of his angrily inflamed prick was only a few inches away from her panting, sobbing mouth. Another three or four scalding swipes of the belt against her frantically twisting, jerking buttocks, and Barbara wailed, "Please, don't spank me any more, Daddy, I'll do it, I'll do it! Please no more!" and, lifting her head, closing her eyes, accepted his prickhead between her trembling warm young lips.
"That's good, but not too fast, honey," he anxiously urged, lightly tapping her squirming, striped bare bottom with the belt to remind her to continue in this wise. "Suck nice and slow now, and then you can use your tongue a little till I'm ready to fuck your pussy!"
Dying of shame, furiously trying to fight back the retching nausea which threatened to overwhelm her because the fear of receiving a severe whipping with that awful belt seemed even more agonizing than the odious task to which her stepfather was forcing her. The naked teenaged brunette did her best to earn a reprieve from further chastisement. Pursing her lips, she drew and sucked on the bulbous tip of his aching, straining prick, and the sound of his grunts of pleasure eased her anguish and anxiety.
"Oh, honey, that's wonderful-keep it up like that-now you can rub that cute little tongue round my cock," he gasped, encouraging her with a quick flick of the doubled belt against a creamy upper thigh.
With a stifled moan, tears running down her flushed cheeks, her eyes still tightly shut to blot out the obscene sight of his hairy, swollen organ, the naked young girl forced herself to rub her tongue against the velvety-skinned spear point of her stepfather's prick.
Her ordeal was shortened by his frenzied excitement at forcing Barbara to perform her first act of fellatio. "That's enough, you cute little bitch," he panted as he pulled out of her mouth and let her legs sprawl flat on the bed. "Now I'm going to fuck that hot tight pussy of yours, so you better wiggle that sweet butt of yours and show some life, or you'll get that belt spanking after all!"
With this, he mounted her, his hands cupping the sides of her heaving titties, his mouth coming down hard on hers and stifling her whimpering groans of apprehension at the ferocious glint in his narrowed eyes and livid flush on his fat face. She felt him thrust with a single stabbing lunge inside the moistened, twitching cuntal lips and then plow to the balls inside her tight warm young sheath.
Knowing by now what would most please him, Barbara immediately .locked her bare legs over his hairy thighs, linked her arms round his shoulders, and parted her lips so that he could thrust his tongue deep within her young mouth.
"Oh God, you feel so good to my old cock, honey," he groaned. "I been missin' lots of fun like this for years. Even your poor mother wouldn't ever use her mouth on my cock that way, but you, Bobo, you're special. I'm gonna take good care of you and give you lots of presents when you're nice and accommodatin' like this!"
He thrust back and forth, his lust overpowering him to forget all the delicious dalliance he had promised himself earlier. But Barbara, to her own startled surprise, found herself arching and squirming against him, as if almost despondent that her fucking was going to end so soon. For inside of her, there was a churning, seething turbulence, an aching, moistening longing that could no longer be denied, even though its awareness shamed her to her very core. And as he thrust himself home the last time and exploded deep within her tightening young sheath, she uttered a frantic squeal and dug her fingernails in along his sides, tilting back her contorted face as the spasms seized her and her body threshed and merged frenziedly against his.