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Thread: It Runs in the Family (Haunted x Sanja)

What could be said about the man who walked amongst that large crowd other than that he did not seem the type. Not in his dress and looks. While others wore leather and lace, he wore a nicely tailored suit...not meant for a social gathering but more meant for the board room. Where others bent over and got their cute asses slapped, or tangled in ropes with a hand in their hair...this man remained separate from it all. It was not as if he felt superior, he merely enjoyed the trappings of those around him without participating. A voyeur in the extreme. His face seemed kindly, parental, fatherly....hazel eyes hidden behind glasses, a professionally kept beard greying at the edges, and a small smile always seemed to play on those lips. He just did not belong, he was out of place, and that drew him all the right kind of attention from the young women who were there. It was also the wrong kind of attention from the young woman who entered the room, because as he moved through to seat himself he saw her...his hand tightening just slightly on his drink, those eyes widening with emotion and a bit of displeasure. He saw her leaning against that wall and still himself in sitting down, almost spilling his drink. It was a breach of composure, one that brought annoyance to his features and he shook himself free of the spell that had befallen him. Catching her eyes he stepped forward, setting himself ahead of the crowd, and they just stared at each other. She knew him already, of course she did, how could she not. He had been part of her life from the very day she was born, a close friend, a silent compatriot, a loving man. He was her Father. His eyes watched her, solid and almost cold, before he began to approach her. He did not do so to draw attention to her, no, he did not want her to find herself in a problematic situation for being here. More than that it was a problem for him being here, because his beauty had decided to join him and he knew that it was not only illegal for her...but dangerous to his life as well. It could ruin his professional career, literally bringing to a halt the years he had invested in both of their lives and he came within a hairs breadth of her before finally speaking, his voice low. Paige, he let her name draw out just slightly, his eyes judging her as he spoke. Did you...see something out there you liked?
Thread: It Runs in the Family (Haunted x Sanja)

Paige kept to herself for a time. Sure, shed mingled a few times at school parties or birthdays, but an adult club was an entirely different type of attitude. Everyone seemed confident to effortlessly flow between groups, people carrying on as if in an office. For a brief amount of time, she pondered attempting to order a drink from the bar. Her ID had gotten her in, but she didnt quite recall if it was dated properly to make her of drinking age. Choosing to avoid an unnecessary hazard, she skirted along the edge of the room to angle herself into a better view of a few different groups of play. The sight of spankings on some and ropes on others definitely drew her curiosity. Up until now, there had only been pictures. Eventually, shed build up the courage to approach someone, right? Teeth dug nervously into her lower lip as large, blue eyes fled from those at play and over towards the large group of those mingling. Her gaze casually scanned left and right, only to freeze with utter terror the moment a familiar figure separated from the rest. Oh god, no. Desperately, her eyes darted about the room as if searching for an emergency exit. Her chest tightened with fear as she suddenly remembered what she was wearing, how exposed she was. Father wouldnt even let her wear sexy outfits on Halloween, and now hed caught her in the most revealing thing shed ever worn in public. The color drained from her face as he approached. Eyes grew wide, the girl planted in fear as the space between them gradually vanished. Nervously, a hand rose to play with her hair, only to realize shed fully committed to her outfit and had put her hair up. Embarrassment ran rampant, the toe of her shoe digging awkwardly into the floor as her fingers fiddled with the pleats in her skirt. His voice immediately sent her eyes to the floor. Maybe if she wished hard enough she could sink into the ground. And awkward amount of time passed before the girl felt confident enough to speak, already befuddled by her fathers lack of anger and immediate removal from the facility. I dont know, she offered in an airy tone. I was just curious Da- Her lips pressed tightly together, fearful of addressing him the same way as at home. Sir, she corrected, hoping that she looked just awkward enough to be new rather than illegal.
Thread: It Runs in the Family (Haunted x Sanja)

Awkward she might be but it was perhaps natural for someone new here to act like that in his presence. It was obvious he was known to this crowd, obvious he had a place here that she was attempting to carve out for herself. There was nothing necessarily untoward about her shyness, the way she looked and slinked, how nervous she became. Perhaps that would be considered as even more appealing to the dominant man approaching her, standing there and watching her, studying her every move. Perhaps...but that would not be the right emotion, that would not fit the situation in the slightest. This was something that should have been upsetting, perhaps infuriating for her Father. He should have been raging, and yet he maintained that air of coolness. It might have something to do with his profession. Her Father, the psychologist, the man who had studied human sexuality. His thesis work had been on Problematic Internet Disorders and Sexual Addictions, and that was the man who stood there just giving her that low quiet look. He maintained that air of composure even as she broke a tiny bit and it was at that moment as she became uncertain that he became...certain. His hand reached out and he took hers, took hers in his strong fingers to provide her a lifeline at that moment. Someone to reach out too, someone to trust, someone to lean upon. A foundation upon which to build. They had not known they shared this predilection but he should have known, shouldn't he. He should have known. His voice was quiet as he spoke to her. Sugar, he said almost drawling the word out, a hint of his southern upbringing noticed. I asked you a question, I know you're curious...here, let me show you around hmm... And with that he began to pull her with him, not cruelly, not tugging her along like some puppy on a leash. Just walking with her, taking her off that wall and into the world that she had been hoping to look at.
Thread: It Runs in the Family (Haunted x Sanja)

The girls anxiety was running wild. In a strange place, wearing a strange outfit, surrounded by strangers. Except for one. But even he was acting strange! She feared a grounding that would last through the entire school year or perhaps hed take away her car. With her emotions beginning to crack the thin layer of armor she had, a tight, thin frown tugged at her plush lips. A stinging heat began to form in her eyes, tears forming and blurring her vision of the dark room. As if on cue, she felt her fathers familiar grasp at her hand. Paige inhaled sharply and returned his grasp with a matching vigor. She clutched tightly enough to whiten her knuckles, her free hand rising to grab in desperation at his fore-arm. Fearless of wrinkling his jacket, she leaned in to press cheek firmly at his bicep. Her silence was held as she clung to him like a raft lost at sea, her fears settling as lashes lowered and nose buried against the fabric of his coat. Unable to fight a habit, she inhaled deeply. The recognizable scent calmed her in a way comparable to his hand which allowed her muscles to relax as she began to regain some of her composure. He spoke again. Her eyes fluttered open, chin lifting to meet his gaze as he mentioned understanding her curiosity and offering to escort her through the premises. Nodding silently, she loosened her grip upon him to permit movement yet remained close. Admittedly, she was surprised. Paige was aware that her father had always been fairly liberal as far as parenting went, but a tour of the facilities was surprising. She didnt even think to question his presence in such a place. She hovered close enough to make it difficult for him to walk at a quick pace if he chose to take one. The girl observed all that was offered the interactions between patrons, the varied rigs that were free for use, even the way certain girls seemed to moon over the man at her side. The same man that assigned homework hours and bed times. For once, Paige felt like she was cramping her fathers style. H-how do people start? They look so comfortable. Her voice was hushed, hoping to avoid any eavesdroppers.
Thread: It Runs in the Family (Haunted x Sanja)

Perhaps she was cramping his style and yet he hardly seemed bothered by such a thing. No, in fact for him this was more comfortable, this was much more relaxing than anticipated. While he had felt a decided fury, and it was still there - that anger inside of him, he felt it cooling and calming...banked and readied instead for a later date. For now though, her uncertainty and her caution had brought about that fatherly instinct in him to provide protection. They could not properly maneuver in all of this with him revealing who she was, so instead he kept her close. Kept her near. Kept her from the hands of those onlooking men. For even if she might be preventing women from approaching him, he was doing the same in turn...for both men and women there, lecherously admiring her young little body. Every single eye curving to see the way she pressed against him. He hated them for it, his hands tightening possessively on her, keeping her from harm's way in a room full of individuals reveling in taking one another. It infuriated him, the way they seemed to covet her, and his lips pressed together as they came near a small set of stocks. The wood was well maintained, and in the interest of safety it was padded, and yet there it was...almost as if ripped off a history book, a stock to hold her a captives wrists and head...keeping them bent, locked in place, unable to move should they wish it. His hand moved towards it, caressing just slightly and it was evident that this was one of the more familiar pieces to him. Something about it seemed to appeal to him...and as he did so he answered her question very gently, keeping it low as well just for her. Comfort is mostly illusion here..., he paused, glancing towards her, gentle as he brought her near the equipment. How do they start...it's all a leap of faith. There's a moment in a person when their desire outweighs their control and they...just leap. It gets easier, but no less risky, it's merely easier because...they've done it before, and again...and again, so that eventually they lose their fear. His eyes were quiet after he spoke, obviously from experience, his gaze unnerving as he turned his eyes upon her and whispered. Were you hoping to make that leap tonight?
Thread: It Runs in the Family (Haunted x Sanja)

In all likelihood, if her father hadnt approached, any number interested parties might have approached her the same way he had. The way she nervously inched between tools and tried her hardest to avoid bumping into others screamed of a newcomer. Her outfit also gave off vibes of desiring attention the hem of her skirt, the cut of her tiny top. They came to a stop at a stock. Her eyes looked up to him with curiosity before returning back. She observed the finished wood and padding as he explained how relinquishing control offered a meaningful reward. Even though his speech was vague, his words reminded her of the various pictures, videos, and online chats shed shared with that concept being the topic. Timidly, a hand left his arm to gently push at cushioning along the curve for a neck. It was soft to the touch and hardly seemed prone to chafing. His question forced her to pause, her gaze returning his. Bashfully, she nibbled at her lip. Finally, she responded with a weak nod, her cheeks deepening in hue as her intentions were revealed. It was embarrassing to admit to him what shed intended. Was he getting her to admit to her crimes before taking her home? A wave of regret ran over her, the girl grinding a heel into the floor as she hoped he wouldnt immediately turn to rage before dragging her out and away. Shed planned for months for this night! When would she ever be able to go again after this? Ive just never she trailed off, her blush seemingly permanent. Her gaze would quickly shift to the ground as her fingers nervously tightened at his sleeve. As a child shed been taught right and wrong through time-outs and lengthy discussions. The thought alone of being struck in a sexual manner excited her in many ways that a typical date with a boy never did. Ive never been spanked.
Thread: It Runs in the Family (Haunted x Sanja)

Some topics were hard to broach for a Father with his child. It was hard enough talking to a son about things like sexuality, the birds and the bees...having that talk. Talking to a daughter would give many Father's a slight reality check about the differences between men and women. Most men would quail at the idea. Add in the fact that the daughter in question was a minor standing in an private BDSM Dungeon with her own Father, dressed like she was ready to impress and to fuck....well once you added in that fact you came to the conclusion that it was a hard conversation to have. Even if he loved his daughter, even if he had all the maddening control of years of training both as a person and privately as a dominant...that did little to still his own nervousness or stress concerning the situation. He just hid it very well. So instead he did what came naturally to him, he took control of the situation. He moved closed to her, coming up behind her to touch her shoulders and then his hands traced down her arms as he whispered into her ear. We both know you wish to explore, and angel...I do not want these men to explore with you. We both know this is wrong, but I think maybe we can agree that wrongness for the night will be...fine. This should always be with someone you trust...and I hope you trust me. His fingers slid around her wrists and clamped there, almost painfully, and then he teasingly whispered... After all, you are in trouble for being here....you should be punished. The teasing ended though when he stretched her arms out, bringing them to place in the small ready slots...letting her feel that he was there, that he was a solid fixture for her and then he moved just slightly so that she could turn her head to look at him. He did not make her bend over, he did not do anything but accept her decision. He could have forced it, she would more than likely have kept quiet, but that was not his intention. No, he truly intended to show her...to let her feel a few moments of what it was like to give up your freedom and just...experience life. His eyes met hers and he waited.
Thread: It Runs in the Family (Haunted x Sanja)

Paige was clearly feeling awkward. The way she blushed and fidgeted about was similar to anyone new to the club would. As he moved behind her and ran his large hands over her small frame, she could tell the hair on the back of her neck was rising. His fingers left a trail of goose bumps in their wake. As he whispered at her ear a fresh jolt of excitement shot through her body, the tight grasp at her wrists strangely attractive. As punishments were mentioned to be due, her eyes widened and peered back up towards her father. She trusted him more than anyone else in her life, who else was as close to her? Her thoughts were a mixed slurry in her mind. She only returned back to him once her wrists had been guided to their appropriate curves upon the stock. Biting at her lip once more, she pondered the situation. This was a chance to finally experience what shed been researching for months and her father was certainly someone she felt comfortable with. Finally she bent over. Her slender neck fit perfectly within the padded crook of the wood, and the leather was pleasant against her skin. Her skirt no longer maintained a single inch of modesty with her body bend at an angle, the pleats ended at the top of her rear. A lacey pair of red panties were on full display. Likely a pair that was purchased with her allowance rather than approved. The translucent material hugged her plump ass and caressed her young sex. The immediate reveal likely wouldnt make the adjustment any gentler for him than it was for her. Knowing full well what type of view hed see, there was no wonder why Paige been nervous the moment he had approached her. She had come dressed to reveal herself to a crowd of strangers and would have likely asked them to touch her if he hadnt. Im sorry, she offered, fully aware that her undergarments were hardly on his list of approved clothing when he checked through the clothing she bought at the mall. Shed taken extra efforts to make sure that certain pieces of lingerie or even dresses were snuck into her closet at more optimal hours. Please teach me a lesson. Her tone was airy yet sure, still nervous yet willing to press onward in order to explore.
Thread: It Runs in the Family (Haunted x Sanja)

Sorrow. No, he could not quite accept that was what she was providing him with her words. She could say it all she want, but he understood submissive young women. The natural inclinations, the give and take of humanity and it's need to just...branch out, feel abandon, feel that moment of unabashed pleasure. That was what a human being found in submission, they did not find sorrow...they found a balm for all the horrible desires they'd been feeling. A moment of clarity at the end of that fucked up rainbow that informed them that God yes it was allowed to feel this fucking good. Sorrow. No, his little daughter was much more into all the looks that her little behind was getting in those panties. Yet tonight she had not expected that gaze to be her Father. A father who's own breathing hitched at the sight of her and his eyes widened, widened into pools of dark hunger. Predator, that was what he was behind his foolish mask. The mask was what he wore in his everyday life, and as his hand came out to touch her ass...he discarded that mask in favor of something much more feral. Primal was the look in his eyes as he gave her a soft squeeze and then, then he began to placed her into bondage. He moved the top bar of the stocks so that she was properly situated into it, his hand touching her face for a moment as he came around the front to adjust, to ensure she was comfortable, meeting her gaze as he clasped and locked it together. He took her freedom from her and then he disappeared from her sight, no longer could she turn her head to see him. No longer could she do anything but leave that tight ass up in the air...and it was at that moment when all options had been taken from her that she felt her own Daddy's fingers trace over the outline of her panties, caressing...soft and loving, as if he had found the softest texture imaginable and was merely reveling in it. And then his voice sounded into the air...Count them out, slut. Ten, for dressing the way you do. And that was when her Father began to spank her. They were not soft, this was not some gentle tease of exploration with a cushioned paddle. No, each blow was done with expert precision. Hard, firm, unyielding with the palm of his hand. He did not want anything in between them at the beginning, each smack resonating in the air with the crack of flesh on flesh. Five to each cheek, alternating them as he went, reddening his girl's sweet cheeks just as much as her face was blushing. It was amazing, it was awe inducing, to feel his little girl's bottom beneath his fingers and finally the last blow came down and he gripped...possessively, demandingly, digging his fingers into her fucking ass...the tips brushing just slightly at the curve leading down to more and he realized immediately...he could never share her. His voice was hoarse as he spoke. You may apologize again now. Perhaps with a bit more belief behind it.
Thread: It Runs in the Family (Haunted x Sanja)

Paige twitched nervously as she felt her fathers hand at her rear, squeezing gently as if to test the validity of its existence. If her cheeks could deepen in hue, they would have. Instead the hot skin of her cheeks radiated warmth, lips parting take shallow breaths. As the stock was gradually lowered and a cold click rang through the air, she was now forced to deal with the reality of her desires. Wrists hung limply as neck attempted to lift her chin upwards, the back of her head pressing gently against the new restraint. Her face was nearly feverish to the touch, her eyes observing all they could before he vanished from view. She stood poised and ready for his first contact, only to be rewarded with gentle and exploratory touches. Frightened at first, full hips jolted from his fingers, the lack of vision drawing her other senses into the forefront. Then he spoke. His done differed greatly from any other hed ever used at home, and the use of foul language strangely excited her. Her skin immediately stung once exposed to the air, eyes wide with surprise at the sensation. Silent up until this point, the shock of his first palm to cheek strike forced a surprised yelp, One! He continued without pause, shifting to her other cheek and refusing to give her time to process. T-two! Slender hands balled into fists as he proceeded, her slender frame jumping with each strike offered. What should have been sheer pain was strangely exciting, head leaning to the side as eyes shut tight. Smack! Three! By the fourth, Paige had already confirmed her curiosities. This was definitely enjoyable, her body reacting with an arched back and lifting to her toes. The small efforts made her more accessible, her curves even higher and exposed as he continued. With each hit an immediate count was followed, and by the sixth a visible change was overcoming her. Her breathing grew heavier, and she even offered a gentle moan after her count. Her skin blushed nicely tight ass darkening through the mesh material. Proceeding further only evoked more from the girl, low whines and whimpers soon mixing with each number that was boldly declared. Six! A visible wetness began to form. The fabric of her panties darkened a hue, hips beginning to wiggle and bob with anticipation for the next strike. While she was only counting to ten, the moment seemed to last for hours, her muscles tight and responsive. Any previous nervousness had fled from her, and as his final spanking landed, she gasped for air, breasts practically heaving. Ten! His possessive grip earned a moan, her underwear straining against his hand as he teased at other sensitive areas. She didnt skip a beat once offered an opportunity to apologize once more, her sincere tone laced with arousal and desire. Im so sorry, please forgive me. Ill never sneak anything again.