Daddy must teach his naughty daughter a lesson the hard way.
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Trent pulled into the lookout carpark and I felt immediately like someone was watching us, I had a horrible feeling of gloom in the pit of my stomach — as if I was doing something wrong and was going to be punished for it. The lookout it a gravel lot on the side of the road that looks out over the ocean. It’s a hotspot for horny teenager, gay guys and cheating spouses alike. People who have nowhere else to go.
Heavy trees lulled over the carpark. There were no moon or stars, only the tiniest sign of ripples to let us know there was water at the bottom of the cliff. Trent and I go through this routine every weekend. He will take me to a movie, or sometimes for a drink now I am eighteen. On the way home we stop here for a quickie. If I’m even five minutes late my overprotective father will start calling me and get very angry, so we have to make sure he is never late in dropping me home.
Trent turned off the car, leaving the radio playing.
‘You look so beautiful, baby.’ He said, leaning in to kiss my lips.
I opened my mouth as his lips met mine, letting his tongue touch me, but my mind was not with that kiss.
‘Why don’t you close your eyes, Tilly?’ asked Trent.
‘I have that feeling, you know, when you think someone else is there, watching you.’
Trent sat up and turned the headlights on. They lit up into the empty sky but gave a better view of the carpark. There was only one other car, it looked like it was empty, no one in it.
‘See, babe. No-one.’ Assured Trent. ‘Even if there is, it’s just some pervert who wants to look at you.’
‘Eww!.’ I cried.
‘Come on. It’s horny, being watched.’
I laughed at him and forgot about my earlier worries. He pushed his warm hand up my thigh and rested it on my underwear.
‘Mmm, your so wet already, I can feel it.’ He said.
He kissed my neck and grabbing me by the hips pulled me onto his lap violently. I almost hit the car into drive with my shoe. I gave a playful shriek and Trent grinned. I grind myself against him and can feel his cock bulging in his pants. As he unzips his jeans I pull it out of his pants, hard and upright, more than ready to go, as always. Pulling my underwear to one side I kneel and push my pussy against the head of his cock.
‘Oh no, don’t do that… I want to play more first.’ objects Trent.
‘It’s ten thirty. We don’t have time.’ I reply.
Without waiting for agreement from Trent I lower myself onto him. He lets out a groan. Moving up and down on his shaft, he moves to rub my clit with one hand. His head is back and his eyes closed.
‘I’m going to come…’ he announces.
With that, it is over, all within a few minutes. I clamber back over to my side of the car and straighten my skirt a bit.
‘Did you come?’ he asks hopefully.
‘Yes, of course.’ I lie.
It’s not that I dislike sex. It just always feels like we are doing some thing wrong, and are so rushed, I never get to stop and enjoy things.
Suddenly, the car next to us starts and its headlights turn on. Screeching the tires it pulls out of the lot in a great hurry and onto the road. My stomach fills with fear. It was my Daddy’s car.
‘Trent! Trent, that was my Dad watching us! That was his car!’
If Daddy knew what I had been doing he would kill me! He would lock me up in my room for life! He would never let me leave the house again!
‘No. No Way, You’re just really paranoid.
Trent drove me home, I sat in the passenger seat full of fear. Was it really him? If it was what would happen when I got home?
Walking through the front door was the hardest thing I have ever done. The TV was on, so Dad must be in the living room. If I could walk through the entry and get to my bedroom I would be OK. It would mean that I really was paranoid and it wasn’t him in the lot.
I unlocked the door and walked through the entry.
‘Hi Daddy.’ I said as I stepped through.
He didn’t reply. I made it to the hall. I might just make it to my bedroom.
‘Honey. Can you please come in here.’
His voice was deep and commanding. It made me cringe. I was sprung. I entered the living room.
‘Yes Daddy?’
‘How was your date?’
‘Fine.’
‘Is there anything you want to tell me?’ he asked.
‘No Daddy.’
‘We need to have a talk. A talk about what you did tonight. What you have been doing.’
That was the moment I knew I was caught for sure. Daddy sat in his arm chair, tall and broad. He had a thick head of hair and big hands. He was a strong man. Please be kind to me, Daddy, I thought. Please don’t ground me, or never let me out again.
‘Do you know what I’m talking about, Tilly?’ he asked, his voice gentler.
‘I.. I.. No….’ I stammered.
‘Yes you do. Tell me what you did tonight, with that boy.’
‘We went to the movies. Then he drove me home.’
‘Don’t lie Tilly. I was watching you. I saw you in the carpark.’
I started to cry a little. Not since I was twelve had I cried in front of my Dad before.
‘Come over here Tilly, come to Daddy.’
I did as he told me and moved closer to his chair, standing at his feet.
‘Tell me what you did, did you kiss him?’
‘Yes Daddy.’
‘Good girl. Did you touch him? Did you touch his cock?’
I was silent. I was embarrassed and ashamed. ‘Sit on my knee, baby.’ He said.
‘What?’
‘Sit on Daddy’s knee.’
I did as he said, although I was very confused.
‘You’re my girl you know. You belong to me, not some nasty dirty boy. I’ve condoned this as long as I could. I just can’t anymore.’
‘Daddy? What are you doing?’
I sat on his knee and he rubbed my thigh under my skirt.
‘You’re going to have to tell me what you did. Did you touch him?’
‘Yes Daddy.’ I said.
He stopped rubbing my thigh then gave it a slap.
‘No baby. You won’t do that anymore. That was a slutty thing to do.’
‘What!.’
‘Now.’ He said, rubbing my thigh again, ‘What did you do then?’
‘We… we were at the lookout. Trent kissed me, I pulled his… his penis out…’
‘His cock.’ He corrected.
‘I pulled his cock out of his pants.’
‘Good girl. Keep going.’