Chapter 6
When Barbara shamefacedly came out of the bathroom where she had gone to tidy herself after her stepfather's feverish lovemaking, she was in for another startling surprise. Naked in her little socks, her lustrous dark-brown hair tumbling in a shimmering sheath down the middle of her smooth velvety creamy back, she stopped on the threshold of the bedroom and clamped her hand over her mouth to see a camera perched on a tripod, a long cord with a bulb at the other end lying near the straight-backed chair at the window.
Dan Wainright had made another purchase in Atlanta, while his stepdaughter had been napping in her hotel room. Sheriff Ben Gorton had recently shown him some vividly illustrated paperback books and even more graphic erotic magazines purchased from an Atlanta adult bookshop, and Barbara's stepfather had determined to make his first visit to such a purveyor of titillating literature on this occasion of what he regarded as his "honeymoon with my little wifey-girl Bobo."
This visit had been not only illuminating but also profitable. The shop had been almost empty at the time, and the proprietor had got to chatting with him, having originally been born in the same county as Dan Wainright himself. When the latter discovered that people would pay good money to buy racy photos of men and girls in action and particularly spanking pictures, he questioned the bespectacled, mustachioed young proprietor at great length. When he left the shop with a neatly wrapped, large package, it contained the book dealer's card with private home address and phone number, and an offer to buy whatever Dan Wainright could send him in the way of spicy photographic material. From there he had gone to a nearby camera shop and purchased an expensive camera with timer attachment so that just such photos could be made. He had it all worked out. Bobo was going to go on giving him all the pussy he needed, and the photos he was going to take of their little adventures together would more than pay for her upkeep and new clothes to make her even sexier.
"Oh my gosh-what-what's that, D-Daddy Dan?" Barbara tremulously queried.
He had remained naked in his socks and undershirts, but he now tugged his shorts up over his deflated prick and grinned at her as he stuffed the dangling weapon out of sight for the time being. "It's a camera, silly. A real special kind, too, honey. You see, this is just like being born all over again, living with a cute little teaser like you, so your old Daddy Dan figgers he might jist as well take a few snapshots so he'll have something to remember his little girl by when the time comes that he can't get it up no more. Get me?"
Barbara gulped and blushed even more hotly as she looked first at the camera and then back at her leering stepfather. "You mean-you mean you're gonna take pictures when you-you know-"
"When I fantail your cute butt and when I fuck your pussy? That's right, Bobo. Now don't give me no argument, gal, I know what's best for you. 'Sides," he glibly lied, "nobody's gonna see these snapshots except the two of us. So now I want you to start modeling some of those duds I bought you in Atlanta. Put on that pair of black pants and the boobie cover that matches it, and then that pair of real sexy black stockings and the garter belt, you know, the imagine one you'll find inside there with the red things to hold your stockings up. And then a pair of those imagine tall shoes. Land sakes, I can't for the life of me figger how gals can step around in those imagine things without breaking their ankles or falling on their cute faces. Anyhow, you aren't going far out of here tonight. You jist doll up for your old Daddy Dan!"
His eyes avidly scanned her undulating, creamy buttocks on which the white imprint of the belt spanks stood out so licentiously, and his prick throbbed mightily in the jockey shorts as he watched her bend over. Her lovely long rounded thighs flexed exquisitely, as she opened the boxes one by one and, growing increasingly more flustered, took out the frilly feminine articles the salesclerk had chosen, little realizing that they were to be used for a teenager's secret sexual slavery and erotic adornment.
"Turn around and lemee see you put on the bra and pants, honey." He squatted down beside the camera which had been trained on the bed and was now adjusted to take its first pictures. As Barbara held up the black panties and prepared to step into them, the flashbulb went off and caught her in the act of stiffening, her eyes huge and her mouth agape, an exquisite pose that reminded one of Susanna surprised by the elders at her bath.
"Hey, that's no fair, that's awful!" she tremulously complained as she wriggled into the panties. They were extremely tight, especially at the crotch, shaping out the plump delectable cuntal mound and his prick ached more savagely than ever. Damn if it hadn't been a great idea to break Bobo in like this, because having a hot little teaser like her around all the time sure kept a man from growing old.
"Never you mind. I'm just testin', that's all. Now you finish puttin' that outfit on like I told you," he testily ordered.
As she reached for the bra and prepared to fit its cups against her quickly swelling creamy titties, the flashbulb again went off, and again Barbara shamefacedly protested. It earned her only a hard look and the threat of a belting, so she subsided and meekly put on the garter belt, drew on the long gossamer nylons high on her beautifully rounded firm young thighs, and then doubtfully wiggled her dainty feet into the high-heeled pumps. They were painfully tight, and she took tiny, careful mincing steps around the room at his direction, gasping every now and then as the flashbulb ignited the scene and told her that still another perpetual reminder of her humiliation and embarrassment was being recorded.
For fully an hour, reveling in his new toy as well as in the intoxicating striptease show the brown-haired teenager was putting on for him, Dan Wainright kept Barbara trying on all of the dresses, lingerie and hose he had purchased in Atlanta. When he had used up the films he had purchased, he put the camera and tripod away in the corner, and then hoarsely commanded, "Now you jist get on the bed on your hands and knees like we tried that time before, I'm gonna fuck you dog-fashion. I swear, Bobo honey, you got my old cock riled up so I feel like twenty again!"
"Oh gosh, D-Daddy Dan, won't you please wait till tomorrow-I-I'm awful tired from all this changing clothes and stuff," Barbara meekly protested.
"I got a better idea," he growled, getting out of the chair and striding toward her. Taking her by the scruff of the neck and applying several stinging openhanded slaps to her squirming naked behind, he forced her to move to the foot of the bed and then drape herself over the edge, her fingers twisting into the bedclothes and her legs widely straddled. Then, seizing a pillow, he ordered her to arch herself up and thrust it under her belly, thus not only elevating her delectably undulating and apprehensively cringing bare behind, but also gaping apart her soft pink cuntal lips to be readied for fucking when she had been once again reminded of her proper domestic duties.
"Oh please, don't sp-spank me again, D-Daddy," she pleaded, turning her tearstained, flushed face poignantly to the left to stare imploringly at him. "I didn't say no I wouldn't, I just asked please couldn't you wait till tomorrow?"
"I heard what you said, gal. I told you, so long as you're under my care, you do jist what I tell you, any time I feel like it, you hear? Now, I'm gonna spank your hind end till you beg me to fuck your pussy good with my big prick, and I wanna see you wiggle that cute butt and talk real low and dirty to me. Maybe I'll let you off with just a mild fan tailing, maybe I won't, depending on how good you act for your old Daddy Dan. Git ready now and keep that sexy butt of yours stuck out so I can get at it!" he thickly instructed.
Planting himself at the girl's left, laying his heavy left hand on the small of her back, he again gloatingly and lingeringly passed his right palm over her flinching, contracting hindquarters. Barbara sniffled, closing her eyes and twisting the bedclothes frantically, her round full young titties heaving quickly in apprehension. But once again, to her consternation, the tingling, warm and moist treacherous sensation stole back between her straddled, shaking thighs, making her helpless to avert what was going to happen. Her flesh crawled at the thought of his heavy hand landing on her already stinging naked bottom, yet at the same time a kind of fatalistic servility compelled her to remain in this ignominious, lewd position of a humble young slave girl willingly offering her nakedness to her master for chastisement, that she might become a more efficient and docilely obedient slave.
His prick was thrusting out against the jockey shorts as if to tear through them when he finished his palpation of his stepdaughter's velvety, twitching bare buttocks. Chuckling softly, and bearing down on the small of her back with his other palm, he applied two or three tentative crisp spanks over each upper hip, then inflicted a noisy, burning smack right across the crevice, which made her buttocks weave and jerk under the impact and drew a plaintive "Oww, please, that h-hurts, D-Daddy Dan!" from the beautiful naked young sufferer.
He began to spank her slowly now, waiting at least twenty seconds between spanks, alternating on the jutting, quaking, velvety-resilient cheeks of her lewdly proffered bottom. Barbara gritted her teeth and closed her eyes tightly, clawing and tugging at the bedclothes to sustain herself without outcry, her muscles tensing constantly. As a result, when his heavy palm made impact against the tightly drawn curvaceous flesh of her naked posterior, she jerked and quaked and her bottom wobbled entrancingly, a sight which inflamed him. He paused after about fifteen spanks to yank down his jockey shorts and step out of them, his prick as savagely swollen as it had been before the commencement of this bedroom striptease scene. She was sniffling loudly, her face wet with tears and red with shame, but thus far she hadn't called out for mercy. That suited him just fine!
But he was beginning to notice, however, that whenever he spanked her anymore, Bobo would start wiggling that sexy ass of hers and her cute little tight pink pussy would pout and open and get wet and squishy by the time his big prick stabbed inside of it. Also, his hasty perusal of the adult books he had purchased in Atlanta had proved extremely fruitful in explaining phenomena to him which he had never quite taken time to notice before when fucking had been a simple, primitive and instinctive act, confined to the bedroom and never discussed in public. He paused now, his eyes sweeping the bright crimson cheeks of his stepdaughter's slowly weaving, undulating buttocks, and slyly drew his left hand back to probe with a forefinger against the suspiciously humid, gaping pink orifice of her tender young cunt. Just as he had suspected, it was nice and wet. So the little bitch was starting to get her kicks by sticking out her butt to be fantailed before she fucked, was she? That too suited him just fine. And from some of the pictures the smart young guy at the bookshop had shown him and told him about, he was beginning to see a goldmine in Bobo's sexy, wriggly ass and hot snapper of a cunt.
His fingertip grazed the twitching rims of Barbara's cuntal lips, and the naked penitent uttered a muffled "Ooooh, pl-please d-don't!" as her hips jerked convulsively up and down and then from side to side. Her contorted, tearwet, reddened face peered back over her shoulder, her hair tumbling over one cheek, making her even more deliriously slave-like. "You're still too tired to service your old Daddy Dan, are you, gal? Wal, we'll jist see about that!" he gloatingly remarked. Now his forefinger touched the dainty nodule at the very apex of her quivering cunt, and even as she gasped and squirmed to evade this salacious, probing touch which set off anew the glowing, hot, moist sensation that was overwhelming all her modesty and resistance, his right hand came forward from downwards up to smack solidly against the base of her right buttock.
"Oww, oh d-don't puhlease, d-don't, it hurts!" Barbara sobbed, kicking up her right foot, twisting her hips nervously from side to side. His forefinger followed her, nudging and prodding her stiffening clit, and even as she looked back again to implore pardon, his right palm made emphatic impact against the base of the other buttock just where the luscious creamy thighs merged into those mouthwatering rotundities.
"Ooooooh! Please, don't sp-spank me so hard, I'll be a g-good girl, honest I will, D-Daddy Dan!" Barbara's sobs were even more tremulous and feverish now. Her fingers had tugged the rumpled bedclothes up against her mouth to stifle her own outcries and her naked titties heaved wildly as she fought for breath.
"You know what you gotta say, gal, to stop the fan tailing," he irritatedly countered. Now, rolling her clit to and fro, he applied a rapid barrage of a dozen crisp spanks all over the upper curves of both jerking, twisting bottom globes.
Barbara executed a ludicrous, lascivious dance from sock-clad foot to foot, squealing loudly and glancing frantically round to implore mercy from him. As he concluded with a heavy-handed spank right over the crease of her flaming bare bottom, she wailed out, "Owwww, oh please, please, I want you to f-fuck my tight little p-pussy with your great big p-prick, Daddy Dan-oh please do it to me and don't spank my butt any more, puhlease f-fuck me now instead!"
"Now you're showing sense, honey gal. You just stay like you are, bent over with that cute butt of yours nice and red like my big cock; I wanna take one last picture. I think I just got enough film left to do it. Looks like to me I'm gonna have to order some from Ed Buxley's camera shop tamorra."
So saying, he hurried back to the corner, his hugely swollen red prick jiggling up and down, set the tripod up again, adjusted the camera, checked to make certain he had at least two shots left, and trained the lens at the sobbing, squirming naked girl. Barbara turned her agonized face away, only to be sharply reprimanded: "No you don't! You look right at the camera, 'less you want the strap or the hairbrush!" he admonished.
When her tearstained, ruefully contorted face was again turned toward the lens, he chuckled thickly and squeezed the bulb. Barbara groaned, closed her eyes at the sight of the flashbulb. "That's just about perfect!" he exulted.
Then, moving quickly behind her, his fingers sinking into the meaty, fiercely reddened summits of her jutting naked behind, he thrust his prickhead up against the moist, gaping pink lips of her quivering cunt. "Go on, say it again, say what you jist said, Bobo," he commanded.
"Why yes, D-Da ddy-oooh-please-please f-fuck my t-tight little p-pussy with your g-great b-big pr-pr-prick, please, please do it and don't sp-spank my hcinie any more!" she tremulously quavered.
With a loud groan of ecstasy, Dan Wainright crammed his prick to the balls inside his stepdaughter's churning cunt, glorying in the feel of his hairy belly grinding against her well-spanked buttocks as he hiked himself to the very last inch inside that clamping, quaking cuntal sheath.
"Go on, talk dirty, tell me how you like being fucked, Bobo honey," he urged.
The naked girl lifted her contorted face, her eyes wide and unseeing, glazed with tears. "Ooooh-oh you-you-aaaaah-it-it feels so good D-Daddy Dan-oh my little p-pussy is jist about sp-split apart by your great big c-cock-ooh, f-fuck your little g-girl good now, she didn't mean to make you mad, please don't spank her, just f-fuck her with your big hard p-prick!"
"That's the way I like to hear you talk, sweetheart," he thickly exulted, drawing back, then jamming ferociously back to distend the quaking walls of her tight young sheath. "Keep it up now, till I shoot my wad in that hot little box of yours, Bobo!"
The smarting heat of her spanked bottom seemed to blend into the composite, feverish glow that radiated throughout her body and, most especially now, in her churning narrow pink cuntal sheath. Indeed, she could not now distinguish one from the other, the warmth and feverish intensity of her sensations rapidly taking hold of her psyche as well as her young, rudely governed naked flesh. As she groaned and whimpered, she stuffed the rumpled bedclothes against her panting mouth, shivering and closing her eyes again, her body jostling and jerking uncontrollably as, his pudgy fingers pinched and squeezed her tender, vividly splotched bare buttocks. Her stepfather thrust back and forth inside her tingling, moistening cunt.
"Go on, go on, what did I tell you?" he harangued the squirming naked girl.
"F-fuck me, D-Daddy-ooooh-it's so g-good-aahhh-ohh, my poor little p-pussy-you're tearing it to pieces, you're splitting me wide o-open, D-Daddy-aahhouuu!! Oh Lordie, you're tickling me now, I can't stand it-"
For he had again resumed the frigging of her stiffening young clitoris with his left forefinger's tip, rolling it back and forth, making it disappear inside the soft pink cowl of exquisitely sensitive cunt flesh, and his prick began to pull in and out of her with a squishy, moist sound that made him all the randier and, conversely, made Barbara gasp and blush furiously as she became aware of the submissive tendering of her nakedness to his carnal usage.
Though he had already paid liberal tribute to Venus, the excitement of the prolonged session with its enchanting discoveries and long-range opportunities for both monetary and sexual profit, drew Dan Wainright to the zenith of his lust. Tweaking her clit rapidly now with his stubby finger, he crammed himself back and forth with short jerky digs into her moistening, quaking cunt till with a bellow he felt himself burst inside her clamping cuntal walls. As she felt the lash of his hot jet, Barbara lifted her contorted face, her body stiffening, a raucous, wordless cry exhaling from her gaping mouth as her body threshed and jerked fitfully against him. Once again, the lascivious humiliation and the subtle pangs of this juvenile chastisement had probed the secret core of her young being, drawn forth complete, self-abnegating surrender to her stepfather's avid lust.