Chapter 8
Delectable Dana had sinned - and loved every delicious second of it!
Ah, but now she must pay the price for her crimes of pleasure.
The moment of truth had arrived.
Dana faced, not Samantha or any of her set of swinging sinners, but rather one who would show little indulgence to her sexy excesses.
She was confronted by her father – General Darious Hawker - and this time there would be no slipping out of what she had coming to her.
It was some two days after the night of the orgy at Samantha's apartment. Now, Dana was far from Samantha and her friends.
Dana cowered on the other side of the room from her father. Storm clouds of wrath played around his mightily irked brow.
General Darious Hawker was one of the eminent military-political strategists of the administration, one of Washington's leading lights.
But now, all the pride and power of his position were put behind him and he was nothing more nor less than - an outraged father.
He wore, not the gold-braided uniform of the high military command to which his rank entitled him, but rather an expensive, conservative three-piece suit.
He was a handsome man, of the old school, a fine clean cut gentleman with a head of silver-gray hair and sharp, clean-shaven, coldly chiseled features.
But there was nothing cool in the eyes which he turned on his wayward daughter. Those pale blue eyes blazed like laser beams.
He and Dana were in a small, comfortably furnished room, an intimate room furnished in a decor recalling the plush sumptiousness of the turn of the century.
This modern room had been designed to reflect that. The walls were wood-paneled up to shoulder height, the rest being covered by ornate red satin wallpaper with intricate designs in a black floral pattern.
The main item of furniture in the room was a big, handsome, old-fashioned four poster bed, whose four vertical columns of polished mahogany upheld the curtained canopy above the plush single bed.
A careful observer would not have failed to notice the curious and for Dana alarming (and exciting!) fact that each stout wood bedpost was equipped with its own chain and leather cuff, bolted securely to the wood .
In the room, there was an old-fashioned dresser, of richly burnished wood, shining with smoky highlights. A gilded mirror hung over the dresser. There was a writing desk, a shelf full of classic books and some odds and ends.
Another conspicuous feature of the room was its single window, which was high and narrow and set up close to the ceiling.
This window had bars on it from the inside and the glass was made of that opaque glass with wire mesh set inside it for security's sake.
In short, this room was a gilded cage and Dana a captive in it.
Now the time of reckoning had come - and Warren Wilson would have a front-row seat to watch the big show.
He was very, very near to Dana and her daddy - on the other side of the wall, in fact ... but his presence was totally unknown by father and daughter.
Warren occupied a small viewing room located on the other side of the room where Dana was now confined, locked in with her father.
Hawker held the key to the room, tucked away in his breast pocket, where he had safely deposited it after locking himself inside with Dana.
His daughter held no such key, of course.
Set into the intricate curlicues and rococco embellishments of the wallpaper, were a number of pinholes which could not be detected inside the room.
On the other side of those pinholes, in the room adjacent to the confinement quarters, was a viewing room with eyeholes set at the pinholes.
Warren sat in a chair facing the wall. Sweat streamed down his face, stinging his eyes as he pressed them to the eyepiece of the spy device.
He was not alone in the room. Sitting next to him, so close that her thigh touched his leg, was the madame of the house, Nuyen Tranh.
Her dark, almond-shaped eyes showed deep irises which smoldered like pools of bubbling, boiling tar, as she pressed her lean and hungry face to the viewer.
She wore a red satin dress, which left her shoulders bare and showed a good deal and more of the soft roundnesses of her bosom.
This dress was conveniently open at the sides, so she, or anyone else who was of a mind to, could put his or her hand under her skirt.
Nuyen and Warren settled in for the big show.
Warren Wilson's agile mind had managed to arrange the whole deal and set up what he hoped would be a solution to the problem of the General's wayward daughter.
By dint of much legwork, he had unearthed the location of Samantha's apartment, thanks to clues supplied him by Stella and others.
The video cassettes were all rounded up, each and every one of them safely accounted for. Warren Wilson had destroyed almost all of them.
He had kept a few copies for insurance, tucked away in a safe deposit box in a bank vault, waiting if the time should arrive when he would need them.
It had been no easy matter for him to separate Samantha from Dana. His blood ran cold when he thought of the possible consequences if the orgiasts, Hal Henrys and Congressman Ted Fitzgerald, had realized that the tender teen who had been fucked all night by them, was the daughter of Washington's mighty General Hawker.
He thanked heaven that the girl had at least had the sense to keep her mouth shut about who she was, while she played with Samantha and her friends.
Knowing that Dana was in Samantha's apartment, Warren Wilson had sweated out the hours until the two couples exited Samantha's place in the light of dawn.
Ted Fitzgerald and Hal Henrys had switched bed partners, at least for a while.
Joanie St. James pressed against Fitzgerald, while Hal Henrys felt and fondled the taut, terrific buns of Sue Lynn Castle as she climbed in his car.
After the four orgiasts had left, Samantha was alone in the apartment with Dana and Warren Wilson had to wait until the middle of the morning to make his move.
Samantha had emerged from her apartment to do some shopping. That was when Warren Wilson and his crew went into action.
Dana was spirited from the apartment. She was bound and gagged and put in a laundry wagon with sheets covering her.
Warren Wilson's men had wheeled the cart down the halls and into the elevator and out the back door of the building, where a car waited.
Warren Wilson had busted his balls in the last forty-eight hours cleaning up this latest little mess of Dana's.
Hard work, to be sure - work he had no intention of repeating in the near future. He hadn't gone to all this trouble, just to let Dana get herself in another jam as soon as the most recent one was cleared up.
No, a difficult problem like Dana demanded an ingenious solution.
Warren Wilson hit on a stroke of inspiration. What Dana needed was to be kept out of the public eye. He didn't care who she fucked or sucked, as long as it wasn't anybody politically sensitive.
She would have to be kept on ice and he had the perfect location - the elegant and erotic establishment of Madame Nuyen Tranh.
Why not? The old house was out of the way, with excellent security, including any number of rooms where Dana could be lodged.
And this was the one place where the girl, rather than complaining of her captivity, would be likely to have the time of her life.
General Hawker was more than willing to go along with any plan which would keep his wayward daughter out of trouble, even for a few months.
He was intimately associated with the Madame herself, since he had taken his pleasures with the ladies and girls of the house many times.
Who better than Madame Tranh to keep a firm hold on Dana's reins?
But now was the moment of reckoning. Darius Hawker was locked in with his daughter and Dana knew she was due for a licking.
Hawker took off his jacket and hung it on a hook on the door. He unknotted his tie, loosening it. His face was red and swollen already and did not seem to lose any of its heated color even after he opened his top button.
He unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled up his shirt sleeves to his elbows. He meant business and Dana knew as a certainty that no tears, pleas, or promises of good behavior could spare her from the punishment which was so long overdue.
Hawker expressed himself in just this vein to his daughter. Dana stood with her back to the wall, hand raised at her open mouth.
The girl was dressed in a one-piece gown, a long-sleeved and lacy white nightie which was very old-fashioned and charming, although Dana cared little for those charms now. The gown had been supplied by the Madame, to replace the clothes which had been stripped from the General's daughter when she was first brought here.
Dana's hair was no longer in a ponytail, but hung loose and free, framing her fair but fearful face with soft chestnut brown waves of bobbing hair.
She nervously chewed on a knuckle. Her nightie was closed at the throat by knotted drawstrings. The chaste garment covered her from neck to ankles.
Hawker stood in the center of the floor, on the intricate patterned design of a frayed but still handsome Persian carpet.
"Get oyer here, Dana," Hawker said. "Front and center - march!"
Dana whimpered. Her small feet took shuffling steps, her bare soles slapping on the carpet as she hurriedly crossed to her daddy.
Hawker stood with arms folded sternly across his chest, his eyes striking sparks of fire as he stared down at the top of his daughter's hanging head.
"You've had this coming to you for a long, long time, Dana," the General grimly announced, although not with a certain relish.
"What - what are you going to do, Daddy?!"
"Something I should have done years ago, Dana - I'm going to take a strap to your backside and tan it so that you won't be able to sit down for a week without feeling it!" And he reached to unbuckle his belt.
"Daddy, no! Please - you wouldn't!"
"You pipe down, miss. This is one time you can't talk or charm yourself out of a beating." He took his belt out" of the loops of his pants.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, the plush mattress giving way under his weight. He sat with his feet on the floor.
"Get over here, Dana."
"Daddy, please-"
"Now!"
Dana hurried to him, her angelic face tight with anxiety. Her dark eyes shone wetly, with trembling tears just waiting to be shed.
Her pouting lower lip had never looked more sensually wide and ripe and her chin trembled from the effort of holding back her tears.
"Get across my lap, Dana." This dad was damned mad and would stand for no more nonsense from his disobedient daughter.
Dana whimpered as she went to him. She bent stiffly over his lap. He took her in hand and stretched her face down across his lap.
She lay over his knees with her head hanging down. Now that her hair was free and unbound, it fell across her fearful face.
Color blazed and blushed in Dana's face from having her head hanging and from the shame of her humiliating position.
"Daddy!" Dana shrieked. "What are you doing?!"
Hawker took hold of the lacy hem of his daughter's long nightie and lifted it, exposing her pink legs and her rounded bottom.
He pushed the hem of the nightie high up on her waist, so that her entire lower body was nakedly exposed.
Easily he held the girl pressed down on his lap, where her tufted bush rustled against his groin, pressing warmly.
"What did you think - that I would spank you with your nightie on?" Hawker laughed curtly. "Your childish lack of self control demands that you be treated like the naughty little girl you are - and that includes a spanking on the bare!"
On the other side of the wall, both Warren Wilson and Madame Tranh seethed with fires of lust as they watched the girl's bottom being nakedly exposed by her daddy.
The General took a tight hold of Dana, firmly pressing her down with her saucy, jiggling behind held upward in the punishment position.
Dana now broke into near-hysterical pleading, when her father took hold of the thin, whippy brown leather belt which he had removed from his pants.
She sobbed as she begged to be spanked by hand, but he only laughed. She had earned this chastisement and she would pay in full.
So saying, General Hawker took up the belt, doubled in his hand for added striking power and proceeded to whip Dana's backside red and raw.
Taking a hand spanking or a paddling with a hair brush from the hand of Samantha was mild, compared to the way the General strapped her bare bottom.
His arm rose again and again, the brown strap a blur of motion as it fell on Dana's bare, vulnerable backside.
The father's face burned a bright, blushing red, seething with heat. His eyes flashed sparks of fire as he laid into the girl.
Dana shrieked hysterically. He held her pinned tightly in place on his lap and no amount of her sobbed pleas softened his avenging strap.
Dana kicked and thrashed and squirmed on his lap. Her buttocks jiggled wildly. The brown strap slashed them with a low, evil, cutting noise.
Each slash of the strap caused it to wrap almost caressingly around Dana's bottom cheeks - but her wailing shrieks testified that this was no caress.
As the girl squirmed, she rubbed her crotch against his groin. This sensual friction could lead only to one inevitable result.
Hawker's genitals were tingling and heavy. His penis swelled, jerked, stiffened and sprouted into a seething erection.
His aroused member rose into a tentlike bulge in the crotch of his pants. The more that Dana's hot little body wiggled and wriggled on it, the higher his cock was heated, so that his arousal was whipped higher and higher.
Sweat streamed down from his wild-eyed face like someone had emptied a pail of water on his head.
Suddenly, in the middle of the strapping, when the doubled leather belt was held high and poised for another sizzling stroke, he tossed it aside.
Dana sobbed like a little girl. Her shoulders shook with sobbing. Her face shone with the glistening tracks of her profuse tears.
She gave a final wailing sob, one which anticipated the next stroke of the strap, a stroke which never came.
She broke down, dissolving like heated wax in a mass of tears. She submissively stretched her sobbing form across his lap and covered her wet face with her hands.
His eyes rolled wildly. He vibrated as though powered by some internal motor revved up to one its highest settings.
Only nine or ten solid strokes had landed on Dana's delicious backside before he tossed away the strap, but each stroke had left its mark.
Dana's cupcake buttocks twitched and jerked. The creamy buttocks were marked with the welted lines of each stroke that had fallen on her.
As she sobbed helplessly, her buttocks jiggled like masses of semi-solid jelly.
Hawker looked down, beholding his delicious daughter stretched across his lap, completely at his disposal and his discretion.
It was a sweet place to have his wayward daughter - it would be sweeter still.
He put his hand over her bottom. He took in her luscious backside, now marked from his lashing. He saw that and more.
He saw the slitted, palely pink lips of his teen daughter's thin adolescent slit, quivering under those spanked buttocks.
He saw her thin pink thighs, standing out all tight and taut with flexing muscle under their covering of smooth skin.
Dana continued crying, but she knew something besides the strapping was going on.
Hawker knew enough about his daughter's activities to have some small idea of how she had used that hot, tight little pussy of hers.
Now, it was well known to the Madame of the house that the General, like so many other males, had a highly developed taste for young girls.
This knowledge was familiar to Warren Wilson, since that aide for all seasons had often procured tender young girls for the General's pleasure.
Both Warren Wilson and Nuyen Tranh sensed that the General's fond passion for teen girls was a byproduct of incestuous lust for his daughter.
More proof of this was offered in the fact that the General's specifications for the teens he fucked, closely paralleled Dana's physical make-up.
This being the case, reasoned Warren Wilson, why not throw father and daughter together and see what happened?
They saw it now.
General Hawker held his hand a few inches from Dana's quivering bottom. His hand shook as much as his tamed, frightened daughter's teen body trembled.
Soft liquid sobs came from Dana, muffled by the hands which she held pressed to her face. But she sensed something was going on.
Then she shifted position slightly on his lap, so that her hips brushed hard against his stiffly swollen penis.
This rubbing motion pulled a deep moaning groan from the father.
Dana said, "Daddy, what's THAT?!"
She took her hands down from her red, wet face. Her eyes were bloodshot and her features were red and swollen from sobbing.
Hair fell across her face, plastered down by sweat and tears, as she lifted her head and looked over her shoulder at her father.
She saw him frozen in motion, his shaking hand held over her body, his face expressing frenzied emotion, so that he looked like a wild man.
He stared out into space, but after a moment, he lowered his gaze and locked eyes with his daughter, setting sparks flying.
In that incestuous instant, he knew and she knew and each of them knew that the other knew that more than one commandment was about to be violated, along with Dana. If a girl of her willing, wanton disposition could be said to be violated, since she seemed ready to prove herself a more than willing accomplice in her father's passions.
After all, for all her precocious experiences in eroticism of all sorts, here was a kick which was new, even to her - incest.
With her eyes fiery with new-found knowledge of her power - the power of her exquisite face and luscious body to tempt into sin even her own flesh and blood, the awesome patriarch who had sired her - Dana sighed and squirmed deliciously, grinding her hips into the erection jutting from his lap.
"Ooooooh, Daddy, I'll be a good girl from now," she said in a lisping little girl voice. "Unless you want me to be a bad girl, just for you ... "
She docilely stretched herself out, head held low so he now could no longer see her face, see the smile of lustful triumph which was breaking through her tears.
"Fuck me, Daddy ... fuck your little girl and let me show you how much I love you!"
She pressed her hips into his swollen erection, wiggling her buttocks, squirming and nestling deep into his lap.
Time stood still for an instant.
Then her father gave out a strangled sob, as he tossed away the last of his inhibitions and he embraced his daughter - his partner now in incestuous lust.
On the other side of the wall, a massively aroused Warren Wilson chewed his lower lip, his swollen penis throbbing in lustful anticipation of the real show which was just beginning!