Chapter 6
On Friday afternoon Barbie came home alone from school. She was really looking forward to a weekend of fun and games with her friends.
Felicia, her mother, wasn't home which hardly surprised Barbie. Since last week, when Felicia stayed over at Maria's apartment, doing God knows what, Felicia had spent more time away from home than at home.
But the cleaning woman wasn't in the house, either, which was surprising, since usually she stayed until five o'clock, preparing the dinner meal.
The house was quiet. Even her soft footfalls sounded unusually loud as she climbed the stairs and went down the hall to her bedroom.
She went into the room and was just about to toss her school books on the bed when she saw something which made her stop dead in her tracks.
A dildo lay on her pillow.
Barbie did a double take. She froze in her tracks, her eyes wide and staring with disbelief. For an instant, she thought she was dreaming.
A thousand different thoughts flashed through her head. How had the dildo gotten there? Caroline had taken hers home with her the other night.
Half-thinking she was dreaming, Barbie went to it. Her bed had a white wooden frame with a plush mattress and lots of soft thick pillows.
The bed was neatly made. The bedspread was turned down, exposing white pillows, a fluffy pink blanket, and white sheets.
The dildo nestled in a depression in one of the pillows.
Barbie's round stunned eyes narrowed as she stared at the dildo. Suddenly she realized that this wasn't the dildo which belonged to
Caroline at all.
Caroline's dildo was pink, flesh colored, while this dildo was jet black. It was also longer and thicker than the one Caroline used on her.
Her hand trembled as she reached out to touch it. Her fingertips brushed smooth, flexible plastic. She jerked her hand back like it had been burned.
The dildo was real enough.
"I'm sure that you know what that is, Barbie."
"Oh, God DADDY!"
Barbie whirled to face the door. William Granger stood in the doorway. He wore a casual shirt, slacks, slippers. He held his hands behind his back.
Barbie reeled. She thought she might faint. She put out a hand, gripping the knobbed top of the bedpost, clutching it to keep from falling.
The dildo wasn't Caroline's at all. It was Granger's. Earlier this day, he had gone into the city, into an adult entertainment emporium.
He had purchased the dildo along with a number of other items which would come in handy for the training and taming of his wanton nymphet daughter.
The plan had come to seed early this morning, when he received a call from Felicia while he was at his office. She gave him some good news.
She said that she was tired and peaked and needed a rest, to get away from it all. She and Maria were going away for the weekend.
That suited him perfectly. Felicia was gone and wouldn't be coming home until late Sunday night if then. She was vague about when she would return.
That would leave him alone with Barbie for the weekend time enough for him to put his plans into effect. It was time for a holiday of his own.
He gave his secretary the rest of the day off with pay, and closed his office. He then drove into the city to get the items he would need.
When he was in the adult emporium, confronted with the dazzling array of devices of restraint and punishment, he bought more than he needed.
It was just as well he could use them all. When he paid the man at the counter, the man looked over the collection of devices and grinned.
"Give her hell, skipper," he croaked.
"You're god-damned right I will," Granger said. But it was really Bill talking. Bill seemed to have taken over his personality.
Apparently he had gotten away with it all.
Lewis had been found, and the official verdict had been just what Granger hoped it would be.
He hadn't heard anything about Betty, but since she was under-age, the details of the sexual assault on her wouldn't have been in the news anyway.
Granger got home around noon. He gave the cleaning woman the rest of the day off, too, just to get her the hell out of the house when Barbie came home.
And Barbie was home now.
The teenager was shocked, stunned. She felt as though her brain had jammed gears. She couldn't think of a single thing to say or do.
Granger said, "I know all about you, Barbie. I know that you know what that dildo is used for. I know that it's been used on you not that dildo, but the one that lesbian girlfriend of yours was using on you on Wednesday night."
His face split in a wicked grin. He stepped into the room, brought his hand out from behind his back, and showed her what he had been hiding.
In one hand he held a pair of handcuffs in the other he held a ball gag. He had bought both this morning, along with many other devices.
"Do you know what these are for, Barbie? Let me show you."
She tried to run. He reached out, hooking his forearm around her slender waist, lifting her feet off the floor as he arrested her progress.
He flung her on her bed. She flopped on the mattress. The dildo was knocked offf the pillow and rolled down and fell on the floor.
"Daddy, no! What are you doing?! Have you gone crazy?! "
"Crazy for you, my little beauty!"
She tried to get up from the bed. The fearful expression on her face thrilled him. It was the first time his snotty darling daughter ever showed fear of him.
Her breasts bobbed in her blouse as she pushed herself up. She wore a long-sleeved plaid blouse, a short blue skirt, blue knee socks, white sneakers.
Granger grabbed her. She cried out as he flipped her over on her tummy. He pressed her down on the mattress and climbed on top of her.
He straddled her, his folded legs pressing her sides, his buttocks pressing the small of her back. He wrestled her arms behind her.
She gasped and groaned. She moaned when he twisted her arm in its socket. He held down her wrists and snapped the gleaming cuffs on them.
The cuffs were gleaming metal bracelets which circled her thin wrists. A two-inch length of thick chain held them together.
These cuffs were no kiddie toy, it would take a hacksaw to cut through them if the key was lost. He had the key to them in his pocket.
He didn't expect to free her from the cuffs too soon Barbie was a bad girl and would require much strict discipline before she was safely tamed.
When she realized that her struggle was hopelessly lost, and she felt the cold metal bracelets locking in place around her wrists, she tried to scream.
Granger saw that one coming a mile away. When Barbie opened her mouth and filled her lungs to shriek, he pushed her face deep into the mattress.
The mattress muffled her while he got the ball gag ready. It was a simple yet effective device a red rubber ball pierced by a thick black leather strap which buckled shut. He lifted her head up, her face red and hot
"Daddy, don't hurt me! Please don't-"
Barbie was silenced when he stuffed the red rubber ball between her jaws. It was just the right size to fill her mouth.
Barbie tried to bite his fingers when he gagged her. He promised himself that she would pay for that later. He jammed the ball deeper into her mouth.
The red rubber ball prevented her from being able to close her teeth. He pulled the leather straps back behind her head.
Lifting her hair, he fastened the buckle behind the back of her head. The leather straps cut into the soft flesh of her face when they were pulled tightly shut.
Within seconds, the gag was buckled securely shut. Whatever Barbie was saying, her words were muffled and meaningless, subdued as she was.
Best of all, the gag would keep her screams from carrying to the neighbor's houses.
It had been a short, excitingly violent struggle. Granger's heart hammered in his chest. Veins throbbed in his cock as it jerked erect.
It grew in the crotch of his slacks, spasming, stiffening, doubling its length, thickening, until it thrust against the fabric.
Breathing heavily, his hands shaking from excitement, he climbed off Barbie.
During the struggle, her skirt had ridden high up on her backside, so he could see the lacey white bikini panties stretched across her pink ass cheeks.
Barbie squirmed as far away from him as she could. The red rubber ball was wedged tightly in her mouth. Saliva drooled from the corners of her mouth.
She rolled on the bed, slithering, her buttocks jiggling and her breasts shifting inside her plaid blouse. She backed into the wall.
"You're a very naughty girl, Barbie." Granger was surprised by the calmness of his voice. His hands trembled as he reached for her.
He sat down on the bed and touched her. He put his hand on her breasts. Behind the gag, Barbie gurgled sickly.
He could feel the warmth of her soft masses of bosom flesh through her blouse. His hands fondled her flesh, kneading and squeezing the ripe globes.
He said, "A girl like you shouldn't have her loveliness hidden behind clothes. I want you in your birthday suit, all naked and natural."
Fear made her hysterical Tears spilled from her eyes, fat tears which rolled wetly down her red quivering cheeks like oily drops of glycerin.
He rolled her on her back. Her breasts were like hills jutting from her chest. He took hold of her blouse with both hands.
Violently he ripped open the blouse, tearing it open from her neck to her navel. White buttons popped, flying off into the air.
Barbie wore a bra whose lacey white cups matched her panties. The bra looked to be a size too small, since the plump tops of the breasts threatened to spill out of it.
The seams of the bra cups were strained. He could see tire bumps made by her nipples, those buttons of flesh on the tips of her breasts.
He shredded the blouse, ripping it off her, tossing the scraps of plaid fabric to the floor, until only her bra covered her upper body.
He rubbed his hands across the swelling breast tops, which jiggled at his touch. Barbie's nubile body shook with sobbing and terror.
Her terror increased when he picked up the dildo. She whimpered when he rubbed the round head of it against her face, poking her with it.
"You don't need to get fucked by dykes using dildos, Barbie you should have come to your loving daddy! I've got the real thing for you!"
Fresh tears rolled from her eyes when he squeezed her breasts. "But before I do anything else, Barbie, I'll have to punish you."
He rolled her over on her stomach. His fingers shook, giving him trouble in his efforts to unhook the back of her bra, which he eventually opened.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and wrestled her across his lap. As he pulled her, the bra straps slid down off her smooth pink shoulders.
Their lacey cups were pulled down off her breasts, so that the oversized mounds of soft flesh tumbled free as he dragged her across his lap.
She was hot and sobbing and squirming as he wrestled her into position.
He placed her in the perfect spanking position. He couldn't imagine why he had been fool enough to be permissive while she was growing up.
He realized that Barbie had never been spanked in her life, at least not by him. Well, that was a lack he intended to remedy in a hurry.
Her bra was coming off, and only the fact that her arms were cuffed behind her back kept it from falling all the way off.
Her breasts were naked as they rubbed against his thigh when he pulled her face down across his lap. His cock throbbed under her warm weight.
Her legs, which were free and unbound, kicked and thrashed. He hooked his leg around her kicking feet, pinning her, holding the legs down.
She was right where he wanted her for starters, anyway. He took hold of the hem of her skirt and pulled it up past her waist
Barbie's agitation increased. He pushed the skirt up under her cuffed hands, which held the skirt lifted high, baring her from the waist down.
Her buttocks quivered. His cock throbbed with longing at the sight of those pert and perfectly rounded globes, so pink and soft and smooth.
He pulled her panties down, baring her ass, rolling the panties to the tops of her warm smooth thighs. He squeezed her bottom.
He was free to touch her as much as he liked, and he did just that. He handled the ass cheeks, kneading them, stroking them.
Looking down below the pink moons of her ass, he could see the darker, duskier pink of her pussy lips. He touched them they were soft and smooth and warm.
He adopted a business-like manner circling her waist, holding her down firmly.
Inside his head, wicked Bill urged him to get off with a good start. He should give Barbie one hell of an ass warming and show her who was boss.
He was filled with righteous fury when he thought of the nubile beauty who was his daughter giving up her pussy to the dildo of a teenage dyke like Caroline.
He only wished he had Caroline here, too, all restrained and naked, so he could teach her a lesson as well.
When he started spanking Barbie, it was hard to stop.
He lifted his hand high and slammed it down on her bare bottom. There was a flat cracking sound like a wet towel slapping a wall.
Barbie jerked with pain. Her buttocks rippled.from the impact. She sobbed.
Granger brought his hand down again and again. At first, her reaction to the spanking was to struggle more desperately if uselessly
He held her tightly. She could not escape. As she writhed from the spanking, her hips rubbed his cock, kindling erotic heat in his erection.
That only increased his power. His hand was like some kind of automatic spanking machine, rising and falling again and again.
Granger watched his daughter's buttocks turn from their normal shade of pink, to a rich and rosy blush, to a faint scarlet flush of color.
The redness deepened and spread through her ass cheeks. After his initial burst of fury, Granger timed the spankings to get the maximum result.
He waited until the rippling bottom cheeks stopped shaking from one swat before he planted the next one. He hit her where she wouldn't expect it. He didn't let himself fall into any predictable rhythm, but alternated without warning from cheek to cheek.
As the spanking continued, the redness deepened, until it was almost purple in the center of each buttock.
Her ass was red from the small of her back to the tops of her thighs. His palm ached and stung a pain he easily ignored, since his lust was so much greater
He could just imagine how much her bottom ached. He stopped spanking her It was suddenly very quiet in the room without that constant smacking sound.
He grabbed her ass. The cheeks blazed against his palm. When he squeezed her buttocks, the flesh turned white under his grip.
When he let her buttocks free from his tight grip, their color reverted instantly to the deep purple-red shade of color.
He supposed that she had been spanked enough for now not that her punishment was done. No, there was much, much more in store for Barbie.
But he had his own urges and needs to consider. Daddy came first.
"It's about time," Bill said sarcastically to him, inside his head.
As usual, Bill was right. There was no need to keep on spanking Barbie until the rubbing of her hips against his hard cock made him come.
He looked down at her. Her shoulders shook from sobbing. Her face was red, wet with tears, tears which left her wide frightened eyes bloodshot.
Her spanked buttocks twitched although his punishing hand no longer struck them.
Granger pulled her panties down to her knees and reached between her legs. Barbie sobbed as his fingers poked and prodded her pussy.
He stuck his finger inside her. Her pussy was hot and tight. Well, he had something much better than his finger for his naughty daughter.
"Maybe that will teach you not to play around with dykes and dildos, you sassy little slut," he hissed. "Remember-your ass belongs to Daddy!"
He took his finger out of her pussy. Her juices made it shine. He pulled her off his lap, dragging her face down across the bed.
Barbie sobbed hopelessly, a study in fearful misery. Her pain increased when Granger flipped her on her back, putting her weight on her spanked behind.
His stiff cock felt like it would split the seams of the crotch of his slacks. What did he need clothes for, anyway?
There wouldn't be much call for clothes on either him or Barbie this weekend especially Barbie. Naked was the best dress of all for her.
Her naked breasts jiggled as she writhed on her back. She was in pain from her spanked ass, and also from laying on her hands cuffed behind her back.
But she forgot all about her pain when she saw her father strip off his clothes.
Standing by her bedside, leering down at her, he pulled off his shirt. The zipper of his pants stuck when he tugged at it.
He pulled the pants down off his hips. His stiff cock jutted, a red rod of flesh. He gripped his cock, squeezing a clear drop of come from the tip.
"Look what Daddy's got for his darling daughter!" he laughed.
He took hold of her panties and pulled them down her legs. Her shoes had fallen off her feet a long time ago, but her knee socks were still on.
He left them on they reminded him of Betty. But Barbie was so much more lushly developed and womanly than Betty, with full firm breasts and rounded buttocks.
He would do to Barbie everything-everything! he had been unable to do to Betty.