Chapter 7

Karen was getting pretty good at shinnying up the trellis to her bedroom window. The first few times it had been scary, and she had feared being seen. But the angle was such that it would be un-likely that she would have been seen from the street, and everyone was asleep in the house next door. As to the danger of falling, she was past that, too.

It was her twelfth time, and she made the climb like a monkey, shooting up the familiar handholds and grabbing at the window. She hauled herself up even with it and pushed it open, then threw her leg over the sill and stepped into the dark room. It was her habit to leave the room dark while she undressed and got into bed, so that Daddy wouldn't see a light under the door if he should happen to walk down the hall. She took off her sweater, tossed it into the closet, and started to unbutton the old shirt of Daddy's she had put on under it.

"Hi, Princess."

The voice, coming out of the almost total darkness, nearly sent her up the wall. Karen spun about blindly, like an animal in a trap, staring into the darkness. A scream feebled away as she choked most of it off. Then the light went on, blinding her for an instant. Daddy stood next to the door. He was dressed in his robe and slippers. His stubbled face was clothed in a look of sadness and disappointment so deep and so tangible that it seemed to fill the room. "Daddy, I-"

"Who is it, Princess?" His voice was as soft and sad as his expression. "Who is-?"

"Let's skip that part, Karen," he said, a faint tinge of impatience entering his voice. "You know it's too late for denials. Now, just tell me who he is, please."

"I-" She knew his expression, saw a hardness there that she had never found before, and knew that it was worse than useless to argue with him, or deny anything. She had known all along that he would find her out eventually and this moment would come. But she hadn't had the faintest inkling that it would be as bad as this. She had never felt anything like the fears and emotions that were running through her at this moment. "He's just a boy from school, Daddy," she said. "You don't know him."

"Ron Baker? The boy who had the lead in the play?"

It was impossible to keep anything from him. Karen felt the futility of it all, and a helpless feeling of the unfairness of it. She could never read him, but he always seemed able to see through her. She nodded.

"How long has this been going on?"

"Three weeks, Daddy. I'm sorry."

"You've been balling this kid, haven't you?"

"I-Yes, Daddy."

"Oh, Princess. What am I going to do with you? I trusted you. And you were foolish enough to think you could kid me about something like this?

Honey, haven't you learned yet that I'm smarter than you are? And more experienced? That I know what you're thinking before you know it yourself? You could no more do something like this and get away with it than you could-"

"Daddy, please, it isn't what you think. Ron loves me. He wants to marry me."

"Didn't you tell him that I'd never allow such a thing?"

"Yes." She lowered her gaze. "But Ron says I'll be eighteen in three months and then-"

"And then you can do it even without my permission. Is that it?"

"Yes. That's what Ron said."

"Do you really think that a number on a calendar is going to make any difference between us?"

"Well, I-"

"Speak up, honey. I want an answer."

She forced herself to raise her eyes and look at him. "When I'm eighteen, legally-"

"Legally! Balls!" He walked to the bed and stood looking down at it for a moment. It was rumpled, from Karen's having occupied it for a few minutes before he had retired earlier.

Karen was sure that she knew what he was thinking. All the times he had fucked her on that bed, and all the times she had blown him. Finally, he turned around and faced her. "Take your clothes off, Princess," he said softly.

Karen hesitated, feeling an embarrassment she had never known with him before. It had been more than a week since she had gone to bed with him, and then there had been an awkwardness in her that she was certain had tipped him off about her nightly assignations with Ron. But there was no sense in trying to refuse him. She had never been able to do that in her life. And there was something different in his quiet manner now, something that scared her. She didn't want to cross him. He probably meant to fuck her, just to show that he was still in control. And of course she had never really believed, down deep, that she would be able to leave him, even when she had fantasized about it. She had only believed that she believed it.

She took off the shirt. There was nothing under it, and her breasts stood out from her slender body firmly and youthfully. Then she unbuttoned her woolen pants down the side and shoved them down. She shivered a bit in the cold from the window, and while she was shoving off her shoes and stepping out of the pants, Daddy went over and closed and locked it. When he turned to face her again she was pulling off her heavy woolen socks; then she was stark-naked. Daddy stood looking at her for a moment, as though he had never seen her body before. Then he reached into the pocket of his robe and took out something that was all coiled up. It took a moment for Karen to recognize it as one of his belts. He let one end of it drop to the floor, then wrapped it around his hand until there was only a small length left hanging loose, with the buckle at the end.

"Lie down on the bed, Princess," he ordered in a kindly voice. "Face down."

"D-daddy," Karen said in a quavering voice, "what are you going to do?"

"Something I apparently should have done years ago, honey. Only it never seemed necessary before. I thought you knew where you belonged, and whom you belonged to. I took it for granted that you knew what your life was going to be, and that you had accepted it, and even liked it. But now I can see that you have to be taught a lesson. Now lie down, honey, and let's get this over with. Believe me, I'm not looking forward to it any more than you are."

"Daddy, please! Daddy, this isn't necessary. I won't ever-"

"Princess, the longer you put it off, the worse it's going to be. Now, you know you're not going to alter anything once I've made up my mind. So why don't you just lie down on the bed and let me do what I have to do?"

I donyt believe this is happening, Karen thought. And the most amazing part of it was that she found herself walking to the bed, as docile as a sheep. She lay down on her belly. She felt the sheet cold against her bare skin, and she shivered again. Daddy took his place beside the bed. It seemed to take forever while he made himself ready to do it, and she wished he'd get it over and done with. But it seemed he was having trouble working up the will to begin.

"I'm sorry, honey," he said finally; then there was a short sibilant sound as the belt cut through the air. It was followed by a vicious smacking noise as the leather and the buckle struck Karen across the cheeks of the ass. For one tense but blessed fraction of a second there was no pain, no sensation at all other than a dull sense of impact. Then the biting, stinging pain made itself felt. It was like nothing Karen had ever known before. It burned and stung and smarted and ached all over at once, and insanely she thought, as though detached from the experience, Of course, this is why they hit people to make them do what they want them to do. No one could stand this kind of thing for long.

Then she was beyond all objectivity, and almost beyond all thought, as the belt rose and whistled and smacked again. She let out a scream of pain and surprise, as though she hadn't known he would hit her again. Then a third hit, and she screamed as though she were dammed.

Swish ... Smack!

"Oh, God, oh, Jesus, Daddy, please!" she cried, and there was another smack, then another; then she lost count. Once, she turned her head and saw Daddy standing over her, his face bathed in sweat, his hand shaking badly as he raised the belt for another swing. She buried her face in the pillow then, because she had suddenly realized that the neighbors might hear her screams, and she knew she couldn't bear to have them find out that Daddy was beating her this way. Again and again the belt rose and fell, rose and fell, with monotonously rhythmic timing, until the pain was so horrible, she thought she would pass out. And finally she did feel things swimming all around her, and the room spun, and the bed on which she was lying, and she knew that just a few more of those lashings and she would be unconscious for a while at least.

And then he stopped.

She heard his breath heaving in and out of him with audible effort. The pain didn't seem to abate at all. If anything, with the ceasing of the belt's lashings it got worse, the stinging and the biting and the ache that went so deeply into her flesh. She was crying. That came to her as a dull and listless surprise, because she hadn't been aware of anything but the pain and the humiliation. Her tiny body shook with huge, hard sobs, and she felt the bed shaking with it. Then the bed swayed as Daddy sat on the edge. His fingers stroked her hair gently.

"I'm sorry, Princess," he said softly. "It couldn't be helped. I hope you understand that, if not now then later when you can think more clearly."

The room's quiet was shattered by the ring of the telephone next to Karen's bed. Daddy looked at it for a moment and then at Karen, who had started painfully at the sound. It rang again.

"Answer it," he said in the confident tone of one who knows not only that his command will be obeyed but that the person commanded would do everything he wished. Karen looked up at him in disbelief for a moment, then pulled her legs up to clear his body and slid to the edge of the bed. Every movement was torture, and sliding across the bed with part of her weight on her ass was unbelievable, but she reached for the phone with a shaking hand and put the earpiece under her long blonde hair. It took her a moment before she could be reasonably sure of her voice, but when she did speak, the steadiness and the casual tone surprised her.

"Hello?"

"Karen? This is Roger Sanborne, next door," a mature voice said. He sounded concerned. "I thought I heard a scream, or maybe more than a scream, and it sounded like it came from your direction."

"Yes, that was I, Roger," Karen said with a brief chuckle. "I thought I saw a mouse, and came unglued. I'm really embarrassed about it, and all the more if I gave you a start. It wasn't even a real mouse, just some funny shadow and an old sock I left under my bed a couple of days ago."

"Oh." His voice was heavy with relief. "Well, I'm glad that's all it was. I heard the scream, see, and I didn't know whether your father was even at home."

"Oh, yes, Daddy's here. I'm sorry I gave you a turn. You're a darling to be concerned."

"Well, of course I'm concerned. I've known you all your life, young lady. Okay, I'll let you go. Sorry I bothered you."

"Call any time you think I'm in trouble," Karen said with another chuckle. "Next time you may be right." As she hung up she noticed her hand shaking again, and she was amazed at the iron control and the brilliant acting she had shown through the whole thing.

"Sanborne?" Daddy asked.

"Y-yes," Karen said, her voice going out on her now that the phone call was over. "H-he heard ... me ... scream." It was almost comical the way her voice was breaking on every other syllable, but somehow she didn't feel like laughing.

"You handled it beautifully," Daddy said.

"Thank you."

"Have we accomplished anything here tonight, Princess?" Daddy asked, placing his arm about her shoulders and drawing her close.

"I ... I don't-"

"Have you learned anything? Do you know now that this thing with Ron Baker is impossible?"

"Yes, Daddy, I realize that now."

"Well, that's something anyway." He gave her a comforting squeeze. "You know, Princess, I've always been able to make you do anything I wanted, and I still can. And turning eighteen, or twenty-five, or fifty isn't going to make any difference. Do you understand that, too, now?"

"Yes, Daddy." The tears, which had dried, started to flow once more. Daddy kissed her on the lips lightly.

"Good. Then we've accomplished a lot. Now I'll have to decide just what it is you're going to do, won't I?"

"I-" His words were as gentle as before, but she thought she caught a subtle something in them that told her a bombshell was about to be dropped.

"The first thing, of course, is for you to break off with Ron Baker. And I don't want you to be gentle about it. You'll have to convince him that you mean it, that it's all over, and you're through with him. If that means hurting his feelings more than seems necessary to you, then you'll just have to do it."

"It won't be easy, Daddy. He's a very strong person. Much stronger, probably, than you realize."

"Oh?" She could see something click inside Daddy's brain, and it scared her, but the mask was on his face, and she couldn't even guess what he was thinking. "Well, you'll have to do it."

"I'll try, Daddy," she said earnestly. "Honestly, I will."

"That isn't good enough, Princess. You'll have to succeed. Because if you don't, then I'll have to take other steps, and you will just have to take part in them."

"What do you mean? Daddy, what do you mean?"

"How would you like to testify against this boy in a statutory rape case?"

"Oh, God! Oh, Daddy, you wouldn't do that!" Suddenly she threw her arms around his neck and clung to him tightly. "Please, Daddy! Please, you wouldn't!"

"Why not? He's guilty, under state law. You're under eighteen, and that makes it rape, no matter how cooperative you were. Why shouldn't I have him arrested?"

"Because it would destroy his whole life! He's only eighteen himself, and this would destroy-"

"Honey, I don't want to do any of it. But I told you, if you can't convince him that it's hopeless between you and him, then I'm going to have to do what's necessary to-eliminate him."

"Eliminate him! Daddy, you talk like he's some virus in a patient's bloodstream!"

"That's exactly the way I think of him, honey. And if you won't get rid of him, I warn you, I will. Whatever means are necessary."

And of course she believed him implicitly. She knew without doubt that he meant what he said. Anything that had to be done to remove Ron would be done. Karen let her arms slip from Daddy's neck and sat looking at him for a moment.

"All right, Daddy," she said softly. "I'll get rid of him. No matter what it takes. I promise."

"Good." He placed his hand gently on the back of her neck. "And I hope that you realize that I'm doing all this because I love you."

"Yes, Daddy," she said automatically. "I love you, too."

"That's good, dear. Why don't you prove it?" He was looking at her steadily, and at his last words she looked up with a start. His gaze seemed to go straight through her.

"Now?" she asked unbelievingly. "Right now? After...." She let it trail off. Daddy wasn't smiling, and his voice was as steady and as cold as that of an officer addressing a recalcitrant soldier.

"Now," he said.

She had gone past even the idea of arguing with him. If he told her to do it, it was as good as done. All that remained was the actual act, and there was literally no chance that it wouldn't take place. His hand, pressing lightly against the back of her neck, was no more than a gentle reminder. He needn't have touched her at all. The years of obedience had conditioned her, and she saw now the utter ridiculousness of her ever having thought that she could get away with anything. She bent forward, bringing her face close to his lap. The robe was still closed over it, but she could see a big lump in the middle of the cloth. She pushed the robe aside quickly, revealing the stiffened prick, and went about her business quickly and efficiently, for once intent only on getting it over with so that he would leave her room and she could get into her bed and cry and be alone....

She moved her tongue over the hard cock, exerting greater pressure than was her usual wont. She had the thought of hurrying things along, of making him come right away so that he'd go and leave her alone.

"You're coming on a little strong, aren't you, Princess?" That was all he said, but she knew that he had guessed her plan, and that she wasn't going to be allowed to get away with it.

She slacked off, exerting less pressure on the head of his prick, and he seemed to relax a bit. He lay back on the bed while she continued to do her job. After a while she got into the swing of it and began to work with all the expertise she had learned since she was seven years old. She licked and tasted and kissed the tip of his cock, then shoved back the foreskin to widen the area of attack, running her tongue over the full length of the prick but skipping the corona as always at this point. If Daddy wanted her to stretch this thing on, she decided, then it would have to be so.

She stopped licking for a while and kissed his balls and his crotch, then licked them, bringing little tremblings over his body. Her tongue did its magic work as always, and soon Daddy's whole body was trembling with little shots of pleasure; then she heard his grunts, soft at first, but growing in intensity. His cock, which had been hard when she had uncovered it, was now as stiff as a steel pin, standing straight up from his belly and pointing at her face like a homing device. Karen loved it with her mouth and face, rubbing her skin over it, and her lips.

Finally she pursed her lips, drawing them in over her teeth, and began to rock back and forth. The pain in her ass was still fairly sharp, but it had subsided enough so that she was able practically to ignore it as she moved back and forth, back and forth, flexing her cheeks with each movement. Each movement also moved her tautened lips over the head and the shaft of Daddy's cock. And the results, as expected, were becoming quite noticeable. He shook with response now, his whole body trembling as her lips did their slow massaging, pushing and pulling, traveling over the length of his heavy prick, so that she could feel the tip of the tool nudging the roof of her mouth, near her throat, almost causing her to gag each time. But she had control of herself well enough to fight that, and she continued the work slowly, slowly, then a little faster. The cock was beginning to come alive in her mouth now, to move and flop on its own, and she knew that she was getting close to the end, that soon he would come, and she would be able to be alone with her pain and her shame.

"That's enough, honey," he said, and sat up slowly, giving her time to move out of the way. She brushed her thick blonde hair back and looked at him, puzzled. He took her in his arms and kissed her, a long, deep kiss, and pressed her back. She had to work her folded legs out from under her. She was so dazed by the night's events that it took her seconds to understand what it was he intended. And she had no desire for it. The last thing she wanted to do right now was fuck. But of course Daddy wanted it, and so she would do it. She only hoped that it would be over soon, and he would leave her to her misery.

He pressed her onto her back. The cool sheet made her sore ass hurt all the more for one brief moment, but then it felt soothing. Daddy's weight made it hurt again, but she didn't let him know that. She made no sounds. Daddy stroked her breasts for a while, and she felt the nipples harden and extend. Despite herself, despite the pain and the soreness and the humiliation, despite the reluctance she had felt, he was awakening her, arousing the desire that always seemed just below the surface of her mind when Daddy was around. No man could ever awaken her as quickly or as easily, she was certain, as he could. Not even Ron had been able to do that. She felt her body warm to his stroking, felt her loins tumble and heard the quick liquid sounds of her arousal, and her body arched up against his as he kissed her again, her pussy grinding against his cock. Then he reached down and took her hand in his, as he kissed her again, her pussy grinding against his cock. Then he reached down and took her hand in his, guiding it to his cock. She centered it for him, inserting it between the lips of her pussy, which was already sopping with the juices of her desire. Then he was in her, and he began to fuck her right away, moving his hips slowly, in long, delicious strokes. She could feel the glaze covering her eyes, feel the loss of focus as the pleasure crept over her like a warm stream. She basked in it, welcomed it, delighted in the respite it brought to her.

"Mmmmm ... Mmmmm ... Uhhhhh," she sighed softly, her arms creeping around Daddy's neck and holding him to her, holding him tightly, until she could feel the stubble of his cheek grinding against her own face. His breath, warm and moist, tickled her ear, making her even more excited, more receptive. Then the pain in her ass and the humiliation she had felt at being caught and whipped all fled, leaving her nothing but pleasure, just this deep, lovely, soft and tender joy flowing through her warmly as the juices of her pussy seeped down between her legs ... Karen found her hips working in time to his thrusts, keeping the cadence of joy that he had set, and she felt lost in him again, as always, lost in the pleasure and the love and all the emotions that had been her life for so many years now, for such a large part of her short existence. In that moment her feeling for Ron faded and died, burned into nonexistence by the greater heat of her feelings for Daddy, the only man in her life, the only man she ever wanted in her life....

The pleasure was coming in spurts now, shooting through her quickly, little climaxes that sent her body into a spasm of joy, flinging her taut and narrow belly up against his with a slapping sound of sweaty skin meeting, a sound of love and joy that turned her on all the more. Her legs bent, her knees rising to cradle him lovingly, and she embraced him with her thighs as she did with her arms, holding him softly and adoringly, as his cock continued to move within her, in and out, in and out, with a marvelous, steady rhythm. Then she was no longer sighing her joy to him, but crying out as the sharpness of the climaxes grew.

"Uh! Uh! Oh, God, oh Daddy, oh, yes, now, Daddy, oh God, now!"

"Uh!" His voice came in a harsher grunt, and she knew that he was nearing his own completion, that soon he would come in her, attuned to each other as they had become, her own orgasm would come with his.

And come it did, as his cum filled her in a river of hot, flooding juice, and her head seemed ready to blow off with the joy that shot up through her, up from her loins through her breasts and into the top of her skull, so that even her scalp tingled and puckered with it. She was a mass of sweaty flesh and damp hair, and her pussy was soaked with sweat and cunt juice. Daddy's body tightened and strained as he spilled his cum in her hot cunt, and his voice was impossibly, delightfully loud in her ear. Her nails dug into him, and she didn't even know when that had happened. She was beyond knowing, or caring about anything now. Daddy's wonderful, stiff and huge cock thrust into her pussy a few more times, and she met it with thrusts of'her own, powerful thrusts of her hips that wrung out the last considerable scraps of pleasure.

When it was over he lay atop her for a while longer, obviously enjoying the feel of her body beneath his, as she enjoyed the feeling of his weight, and the bristliness of his skin against her breasts and her belly, and her thighs. Finally, he heaved himself up off of her, making the narrow bed sway with his movement. He sat on the edge and held her hand for a while, and smiled at her, and she smiled back up at him, feeling the return of happiness and contentment, the acceptance that he had sought to teach her through pain and pleasure. He really was such a wise and wonderful man, her daddy. She had been lucky enough to be born to him, and she hadn't appreciated her own good fortune.

He rose, still holding her hand, pulling her to a sitting position. She could see that he wanted her to stand, and she did so. He took her down to his examining room and had her crawl up on one of the tables; then he treated the welts on her ass. He examined them, and told her they were only superficial welts and cuts, and that they would go away, and her skin wouldn't be marred at all. Then he had her sit up again, and he put his hands under her arms and lifted her down from the table. She went back into the living part of the house again, and upstairs, and started to walk to her room. But Daddy stopped her, touching her shoulder lightly. She turned toward him, her gaze inquiring.

"A little surprise, honey. I've decided that from now on you'll sleep with me every night."

She felt an instant's gladness, until she realized what it meant.

"You don't trust me," she said softly, her gaze sliding to the hall carpet. "I don't blame you for not trusting me."

"It's only partly that, Princess," Daddy said, raising her chin so that their eyes met once more. "You see, I've always planned this to happen eventually. When I thought you were ready for it. I just think this is a good time."

"It's like being married, isn't it?" she asked, smiling shyly.

"Yes, it's just like being married."

"Only-Only no one can ever know about it except us, can they?"

"No, honey. No one can ever know. Except us. Isn't that enough?"

She smiled again, and this time less shyly than before.

"Yes, Daddy."