Chapter 3

At first, Daddy didn't realize that this young man was looking at Suzanne as he walked beyond them in the other direction. He didn't see the way their eyes met, nor did he see the shy smiles on both of their faces.

As for Suzanne, as excited as her little cunny was over him, she wasn't really sure if he was looking at her or her mother.

Mother was a very attractive woman, and it was possible that the boy liked older women.

It didn't take too long for Salvatore to sense that something was up.

He saw the guy standing around, shuffling his feet, looking at both women with a sort of mooning look on his handsome young face.

"It looks like that guy over there is interested in one of you," he said.

The guy was so handsome, Suzanne thought, that she had to seize this opportunity.

Here she was in New York City for the first time, and she had a handsome young native interested in her. She really wanted to experience him.

After all, she was a young teenager, and although her experience with boys was limited, that was by her choosing. Maybe she just hadn't found the right fellows back home in Pennsylvania. Here she was in big New York, and she wanted to find out.

She had never done anything like this before, since she always felt rather inhibited in the company of her parents, with whom she went out most often.

But this time, she just couldn't resist. There was no doubt that he was her ideal dream man, physically, at least. There was something in his smile which suggested to her that there was a spiritual quality which was even more important, perhaps, but that burning feeling between her legs was what made her know without question that she had to have her chance with him.

Standing there, thinking about taking the opportunity, she realized that he was a bit on the shy side, even though he had made his interest apparent.

She also realized it would be easier for her to leave her parents and walk up to him than for him to approach her in the presence of her parents.

After all, they would have more privacy if she went to him, and besides, it was a bit intimidating to have two adults there as well as she herself.

Also, this girl who had been so long under the domination of her strict father enjoyed taking the lead in this instance.

"Excuse me," she said. "I'm going to find out what that boy wants," she told her parents.

As walked toward him in a direct line. She really had no idea as to what she would say to him. But she knew that he would be responsive from the smile he offered her.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi," she said.

"What are you up to?" he said.

"Oh, just sightseeing. I'm in from out of town with my parents," she said, pointing to them. Mother was sampling a cookie. Daddy's eyebrows were arched sternly.

"Oh, that's great. Where are you from?"

"I'm from Pennsylvania," she replied.

"How long have you been here?"

"Oh, we've only been in New York a few hours. This is our first sight, really."

"Wow, that's great. It's a first for me, too," he said.

"Oh, do you live out of town?" she asked him sweetly.

"No, I'm a New Yorker. As a matter of fact, I'm one of those rare native New Yorkers. I was born here. I've gone other places, but I always return. I love it."

"But I thought you said that this was new for you?"

"Oh, it is," he told Suzanne. "I've been living in a great apartment on the west side for two years. I don't get over to the east side of town very often. Gee, I'd love to play piano in this concert hall. The sound is terrific."

"I bet everybody would applaud you," she told him, smiling.

"Oh, don't say that until you've heard me play. I'm afraid the guards might try and take me away if I started to give a free concert here."

"I should think they'd give you a contract," Suzanne laughed, looking at his muscled chest through the fishnet t-shirt which clung to his wide frame which tapered down into a narrow waist, and then into a snug pair of jeans which revealed a considerable bulge of flesh going down his left leg.

"That would be nice," he laughed, taking his chance to watch the way one long hair curled from her head, into her mouth where it became slicked with her saliva. He saw the way her nipples were pressing insistently against the front of her blouse, and the way she kept moving her weight from one leg to the next in an apparent effort to cope with the intense stimulation which was growing between her legs.

"Well," she said, after a short pause, "I'm here with my parents. I guess that it would be alright if you wanted to join us. Maybe you could give us a little tour of the city."

"Oh, that sounds nice. I just went to a movie, by myself. It was terrible. The movie, I mean. It was a French film. It felt good to see how much of the French I understood, though."

She was impressed.

He walked back with her to where her parents were standing.

She knew that Daddy had to be the first person she introduced him to. Unfortunately, Daddy was staring off into the distance. It was obvious that he really was not interested in being introduced to this stranger.

There had not been many occasions for Suzanne to see the way her father reacted in the presence of a potential boyfriend. It had just never come up.

But right from the beginning this time, Suzanne was aware that her father was not being hospitable. Not at all.

Mother was very pleasant about the whole thing though.

"Oh, yes, the boy, who introduced himself to Suzanne as "Mike," had told Suzanne that he'd been staring at her, thinking, "Good things come in small packages."

How happy that made her! It meant that he had indeed been interested in Suzanne and not in her mother, who was much taller and much bustier.

Now Mike was making conversation, telling them all that he was a gymnast.

Naturally, Suzanne and her mother were interested in that fact, as it explained the discipline which he exerted in his own direction in order to develop so perfect a physical form. His body was indeed magnificent, and now it became apparent that he exercised all the time. He was telling about the discipline of it.

Suzanne tried to get her father involved in the conversation as she had often seen his friendly side at times like this. But he was decidedly cool at this point and did not take up any of the cues which invited him into the conversation.

Mother, too, was becoming aware that Salvatore was not enjoying himself.

Something was bugging him. He was obviously uncomfortable, although Mike was a very nice young man and Suzanne knew that it was Daddy who was making himself feel uncomfortable.

"Is it time for us to go?" Suzanne's mother asked Salvatore.

Salvatore grimaced.

"It is," he said curtly.

Mike looked at Suzanne with a look which said, "What now?"

He was horny as hell for her, and she was horny as hell for him.

Again, Suzanne simply had to take the initiative. She knew that if she let him go now, he would vanish forever into the vast tapestry which was New York.

She just had to see him. His manner confirmed that, as did his body, close up.

She had a mad desire to touch him. His strong stomach muscles rippled through the fishnet t-shirt. His massive biceps were bulging, too.

She stepped aside, away from her parents by a few feet.

She looked into Mike's eyes, and she glanced down at the bulge in the front of his jeans. It seemed to be bigger now than it had been before.

And there seemed to be a wet spot at the place where the head would be.

She wanted to kneel down then and there and look straight at it to make certain. She wanted to stick out her tongue and lick it right through the material of his blue jeans.

But she had to get back with her parents. She could tell that Daddy was really pissed off, and she knew that she'd be earning a more severe spanking with each second she delayed.

But this only made her look at the strong arms of Mike.

Golly, he was so damn strong, she found herself wondering what it would be like to suffer a beating at his insistence. She wondered if he had a temper.

"Listen," she finally blurted. "I'm at the Gorham Hotel."

She gave him the room number and told to make sure that he didn't ask for her parents' room instead. That would be a mistake!

He handed her a small piece of paper on which he'd quickly written his name and number, and she was glad that he did, because she really wanted to get together with him before the end of this vacation, and she told him so.

He smiled at her, then turned and said goodbye to her mother and father. She noticed that he gave her father an extra-nice smile, which was not returned.

It had been obvious to him as well as to her that her father was the one who was putting a damper on his joining them. She was upset about that, but that's what was so, and now that it had happened, she couldn't change it.

All she could do was deal with it.

She watched as his muscled hulk of a body moved slowly up a stairway.

"You can go with him if you want to," her father said abruptly upon her return.

She didn't know quite what to say. He had been so hostile, and now ...

"No, really, you can go," he repeated. "I know you want to be with him, don't you?"

Suzanne wasn't sure if this was some kind of a trick being played on her by her father. Maybe it would earn her an extra hard spanking.

Sure, she was certain that Mike was a safe person to go with, even though she didn't know him. He was just a stranger in New York City.

That was why it was hard for her to believe that her father was willing to allow her to go off with him. He could have been a killer or a rapist, or anything.

But she knew, in her own heart, that he was good - and hot.

"Well," she finally said, as Mike disappeared from view, "I would like to get to know him. He's very nice."

"Go, then," her father said.

But he still had a mean look on his face and Suzanne was concerned that he was angry with her. She asked him about it. She asked if anything was wrong.

"You take care of yourself and I'll take care of myself," he told her.

She knew that he would also "take care of her" when she returned after the date. He would take care of her with the back of his hand, and the front, too.

Over and over again.

Harder and harder.

Faster and ...

"Alright," she said. "I have the key to my room and I'm sure I'll be alright. I'll see you later," she said to her parents.

She felt good about following her feelings. It was true that at this moment she didn't want to be with her parents. She thought she wanted to be with Mike.

Suzanne raced up the stairs. It was an escalator, but it wasn't running at the moment. She was the one who was running. When she reached the top of the stairway, she saw that there were at least four directions to choose from.

Which way did Mike go?

"Shit," she cursed to herself.

She turned to her left and walked into the upper level of the plaza.

But she came quickly to a dead end. He wasn't there.

"Fuck," she cursed again. "Where is he?"

She tried the door which she passed up before. It lead to the outside.

Hopefully, she looked down the block for him. She was certain she would recognize the huge, bulky frame which she so desperately wanted to feel against her, on top of her. But the street was dark, and he was nowhere to be seen in the collection of people who roamed it or milled about.

She tried to imagine where he would go and she followed her instincts, despite the fact that she knew so little about New York, and really wasn't certain where she was going.

After about fifteen minutes, she realized that it was futile.

She had lost him.

She held the scrap of paper on which he had written his name and number, tightly in the palm of her hand. The sweat of her palm had caused the letters of his name to run together.

She finally decided that perhaps he had headed home. She thought that it would all work out for the best after all, and so she started back toward the hotel.

Suzanne decided that she would telephone his number from the hotel, and then she would be able to take a cab and join him at his place.

Yes, that was what she would do. It was a perfect solution.

She had made mental notes of various places she and her family had walked by to get to the Citicorp Plaza, and using these signposts, she found her way back to the hotel.

She went up to her room, and the first thing she did was call him.

To her surprise, the telephone rang two times and then there was a voice.

"Hello, I'm not at home right now," said a recorded voice. She recognized the voice as Mike's. Again, a feeling of wetness came to her pussy.

She placed her hand between her legs.

"Wait until you hear the beep," the recorded voice said. "Then leave your name, number, and message. I'll get back to you as soon as I can."

B-e-e-e-e-p ...

They didn't do this so often in Mt. Bethel, Pennsylvania.

Suzanne had to think fast.

"Hi, Mike. This is Suzanne," she said, aware of the tremor in her voice.

"You just met in the Citicorp Plaza," she added, to make certain that he would remember her. "I decided to come back to my hotel, and I'd like to get together with you. Please call me. Bye."

She hung up.

She waited for him to call.

She went into the bathroom. She wanted to wash her hair so that it would be real soft, and shiny, and silky for his mouth, his nose, his flesh.

But she didn't want to risk missing his call by being in the shower when it came. She might not hear it with the water running, she realized.

And so, she went out into the other room and watched some television.

She thought about what she would wear to see him again, and decided that she would stick to the blouse and jeans which she'd been wearing when they met.

After all, why change her appearance when he had expressed interest in her just the way she was then?

After about an hour and a half, the telephone rang.

"Hello, Suzanne?"

"Hi!" she exclaimed.

"Uh, this is Mike," he added. (That wasn't necessary. She knew it was him even before he'd said a word. His voice had only confirmed it.)

"You left a message for me on my machine," he said.

"Yes, I came right back to the hotel. I was hoping we could get together."

"Gee, I wish that you had thought of that an hour and half before. I mean, I wouldn't have gone downtown."

It sounded as if he'd found somebody else instead, and was no longer hot.

"As a matter of fact, I did change my mind back at the Citicorp Plaza. I ran after you. But by the time I got up the stairs, you were gone."

"I was walking real slow," he told her. "I'd hoped you'd change your mind."

"Well, I did. Can I come over?"

"It's a bit late now," he said. "I have to be up tomorrow morning."

Back at the Citicorp Plaza he'd been so hot for her, he'd let her know that he would make room for her in his busy schedule. Now he didn't seem so sure.

"Call me tomorrow between three and four," he said. "If I'm not here, leave a message for me and I'll get back to you."

Well, at least there was hope. And Suzanne consoled herself with the fact that he called her as soon as he'd gotten home, and that he had kept her number at the hotel (as she hadn't left it on the answering machine, and still, he'd called her.)

She breathed a sexy goodbye into the receiver, and just in time, too.

Daddy and Mommy were back.

She heard them enter their room, and a moment later, Daddy came through the divider which separated the rooms by the bathroom in between.

He'd been drinking. She could smell the liquor on his breath.

"Where's Mommy?" she asked, having assumed that her mother would be there, although now it certainly seemed that her father was alone.

"She's waiting downstairs in the lobby. I told her to give me a while up here alone with you. There's something we have to get straight," he told her.

He was speaking real seriously. His voice was deep and commanding.

"Y-y-yes, Daddy," she stammered sweetly. "What is it? Are you going to spank me?"

"You know I am," he said in all seriousness. "And I'm going to do more than that. I'm going to teach you some manners and some lessons that you'll never forget," he said.

Instead of reaching for his belt, he reached for his cock!

He grabbed it through the material of his slacks and held it around at the base so that the length of it was clearly outlined for Suzanne's terrified eyes.

"Oh, no, Daddy!" she gasped.

He was on top of her in an instant, forcing her to the bed with his masterful body. He overpowered her with ease. She tried to scream, but he grabbed a pair of stockings which she had left on the chair, and he stuffed her mouth with them.

He pressed his body into her body. She squirmed, trying vainly to get away from him. He was simply too strong. She couldn't stop him from thrusting his pelvis into her pelvis. She couldn't escape feeling his fleshy pole grow stiff against her virgin pussy.

He stuck his big, pink tongue out, like an animal, and lapped at her neck.

One long stroke of his tongue muscle covered most of her delicate neck with his hot saliva.

His mouth found its way to her ear. He bit into her ear lobe.

She felt her own stockings inside of her mouth gagging her.

She felt his stiff prick stabbing her pussy realm, again and again.

She could smell his breath in her face, and she could feel his muscles on top of her. Strangely, it started her pussy to juicing, but she knew that it was very, very wrong. She knew that it was a sin for a father to fuck his little girl.

No, she didn't want it. She wanted him to train her, and to make her behave.

But these tactics of discipline were simply too much to take.

It was unnatural!

Daddy quickly turned her around over his knee.

He was sitting on the side of the bed now, and his cock, still hard, was pumping her cunny. It made her ass rise up to meet his stroking palm.

He hadn't raped her. He hadn't performed an act of sexual incest.

Had it just been Suzanne's imagination that his disciplining session had gotten out of hand?

She couldn't be sure.

Was this spanking like all the others had been?

Was she perceiving more about the pattern which had already been established by her constant spankings, or was she simply seeing that something more had been added?

She was fairly certain that Mike had something to do with all of this.

Jealousy, apparently, was a family trait. She had been jealous of the relationship between her father and her mother. Now her father was jealous of the relationship between her and Mike.

It was silly, really. Mike posed no threat to her Daddy.

Her Daddy had loved her and had taken care of her all these years.

Her Daddy was the one who spanked her when she needed it. Regularly!

Mike was just a handsome young stud who appealed to her. Being in New York for so short a time, she wanted to take advantage of getting to know him.

She wanted to broaden her horizons; expand her experiences.

Certainly Daddy wouldn't be jealous about that, would he?

Her blazing bottom told the answer.

He used his hand on her to warm her bottom up. When he had covered every portion of her twin globes and the backs of her upper thighs with the palm of his very hot hand, he took over with a thin, leather strap.

She thought she felt something pulsating between his legs as he strapped her.

But she was too concerned with the blazing spankings which burned her poor ass to be fully aware of anything at her pussy, despite its huge size.

He left her on her bed, face down, red ass up.

He left her to cry all night long.

His hands were still hot when he placed them on his wife's breasts.

They made passionate love in the room next door while Suzanne cried herself to sleep.

Hot as her father's hands were, they were cool compared to her poor ass.