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

He closed his eyes and tried to forget that this was his little girl, that this was his angel that he had raised for her entire life. He had heard her fears, listened to her cry, held her after a boyfriend broke up with her, took pictures of her for her first homecoming. This was so wrong...yet he could feel her squirming beneath his fingers, the tips brushing up against her sex and he could feel the moisture that had seeped through the material of her panties. To see her like this was maddening and so he closed his eyes and tried to forget it, forget it for just a moment. Yet he could not, he could not, he felt those muscles tightening beneath his fingers and he could not forget that this was his own perfect beautiful Paige. It was infuriating. He could tell others were watching them, watching this prime piece of ass squirming like a wanton slut in heat and yet he had nothing but attention for her as he slowly came round the stocks and went down to one knee so he could stare into her eyes. He watched her, seeing her breathing, loving the apology that still seemed to resonate from her lips and his own gaze widened as he hitched his breath in, holding it. His hand came up, caressing her face, lovingly showing her a kindness that he had done so many times...the thumb smoothing over her cheek and he gave her a gentle smile before he slapped her. That hand came back, giving her a blow across her cheek, not the full strength of a grown man but a reprimand...a cuff. His voice was hard as the smile left his face and he spoke directly to her. Why did you come here tonight? He gave no leave to answer him, no moment of solace, instead his hand slapped her once more. Cruel and steel hard, not breaking flesh, not even bruising her. That perhaps was the most demeaning part of it, like a parent slapping an unruly child for stepping out of line. And while that might be the true nature of their relationship, she was no little girl...a nearly grown woman feeling the sting of a palm upon her cheeks as he spit the words out. I fucking asked, why did you come here tonight?
Thread: It Runs in the Family (Haunted x Sanja)

She panted softly once finished with their exchange, her arousal visibly present. The more blissful she became the more onlookers they earned, wondering just who the new excited school girl was. Through her haze of desire the shame of her father sexually exciting her was no longer present, her skin as hot as a furnace from his spankings and her rising temperature. Any accidental touch to her wet lips forced a whimper out of her, still amazed that pain and pleasure could be received at the same time. He approached her, ass still up in the air as lust-glazed eyes looked upon him. The touch to her cheek earned a joyful grin, the girl thrilled over her new revelation. An expression of confusion appeared as his hand retracted and rose only to swipe at her face and begin to question her motives. While the slap was a surprise, what really struck her off guard was the instinctive moan that escaped from her lips as an immediate response. Disoriented and surprised, not only by his actions but her own as well, she gasped for air. Out of sight, her shallow breaths rocked her chest, likely about to pop out of her small top and reveal a matching bra. I wanted to play, she whimpered out, her hips wiggling as she spoke. I didnt know if I actually liked to, or if I just enjoyed the idea of it. Judging by her panties, she was clearly having a good time. With him at her face, a few of the onlookers drew nearer, the view of her aroused pussy seeming to earn a bit of attention. The girl carried no regrets. Sure, allowing her father to play with her in a sexual manner was odd, but from his explanation of requiring trust and safety, there was no one else in the room shed rather try with. Paige had messed around with a few boys before, but they all paled in comparison to her fathers skilled touch. Please, more She begged, bouncing on her toes with lustful gaze resting loving upon him. Once her adrenaline falls at the end of all this, the girl will be rather surprised by her aroused words and pleadings for pleasure.
Thread: It Runs in the Family (Haunted x Sanja)

More. That word was horrible when she asked it of him, the way she said it, he could not ignore the fact that this was his beautiful little girl. He watched the lust in her eyes, felt it hammering in his own heart, and he nearly snarled...his lip curling up just slightly as he saw the others moving to come around her. She was moving like a bitch in heat, wriggling herself as if she were desperate for a man to just move and mount up on her and his teeth gritted together as he studied her features before he slowly nodded. More. Very well, he would provide her the more she so desperately wanted to have. His throat contracted as he straightened, glancing towards the others, the mingled lust in so many eyes and he began to undo the front of his pants before her. Shuddering deep into the core of his soul, he would give his girl something more to remember as he lay claim to her there in front of everyone. HIs body shivered, pulling free that thick flesh and indeed her Father was an impressive man. Nearly nine inches, his hand barely wrapping around the girth at the base of the shaft, he brought that cockhead up and traced it along her face...precum smearing along her skin before giving her a light slap with it. The pure power of the motion, the terrible darkness filtering into her Father's eyes. They were no longer the roles life had given them....they were a dominant and a submissive, and for now he would use her as such. He taunted her then, his voice holding a measured tone as he held that prick before her eyes, stroking just slightly as he spoke. More hmm? I'm not necessarily so sure, do you deserve more? You seemed to enjoy that so much, so very much...perhaps giving you more is the wrong thing to do. Maybe the right thing is to deny you, until you prove yourself. His eyes were dark pools, watching his little girl's reaction, studying her...he had unexpectedly upped the ante so incredibly high with the revealing of flesh. Yet he knew it was either him or another man. You did not enter into this world without desperately seeking to be claimed, taken, and used. You did not come with virtuous dreams of romance. You came to serve or to be served...and he knew he could not stomach letting his daughter serve another. It must be him.
Thread: It Runs in the Family (Haunted x Sanja)

Paige couldnt have contained her arousal even if shed wanted to. Never before had she been touched so tactfully. Even the way he caressed her hot face pleased her greatly. Hungry eyes looked up to him after her plea, curious and excited as to what his response would hold. He nodded. Her hips wiggled with joy, likely expecting him to continue spanking or even touching her slick lips. Instead, his hands reached for his pants. Surprise washed over her, eyes wide as he revealed himself to her. Once as a child she had accidentally stumbled into the bathroom and surprised him, but it was hardly visible and he certainly wasnt erect. The girl froze, quietly observing his offering and nervously licking at her lips. Before she could respond, his firm cock pressed against her hot skin to skin, coating her with his juices. The girl strangely enjoyed the action. Her response was instinctive, head tilting and leaning against his cock in an attempt to nuzzle at his shaft the best she could. Her toes pressed her forward against the stock in an attempt to reach more easily. The slap earned a grin, Paige seeming to take quickly to her Fathers attentions. It had to be genetic the way dominance and submission drew their animalistic desires to the surface. Both of their expressions changed his dark and calculating while hers filled with lust and desire. With threats of holding back on offering her more pleasure, her eyes fled from his cock and lifted back to his face. She pouted and shook her head. Oh, please, please! She had no shame, speaking loudly enough for any of the closer onlookers to hear if they tried. I need you, I need more. As if to emphasize, her knees pressed together firmly while she rocked her hips from side to side, attempting to stimulate herself yet incapable of creating any relief. As the option to impress him came about, shed even nod, her tight body desperate. Please let me prove myself, Paige whined out. It was astounding how desperate she became as her father asserted his dominance. She took to subservience as well as a duck to water. There were never any stammers or unsure tones. Perhaps his own dominance had adapted just as well once exposed to a willing subject in the past.
Thread: It Runs in the Family (Haunted x Sanja)

The power dynamic between the two was absolutely stunning, the give and take between control and desire...the beautiful idea of a lovely girl such as her submitting to him. His eyes held nothing in them but his adoration for her as he gave a slow nod of approval to her words...to her willingness to act like an unabashed little slut. Desperate for his attention, his love, his needs...he took her hair in one hand and he whispered softly into the air.... Then prove yourself. Those fateful words would be the ones that guided them for a long time to come, even if both did not know it as of yet...and several onlookers gave a gasp of stunned approval and shock as he took her beautiful face. There was no hesitance now, it was all fleeting in the face of a willing victim. Instead he discarded his own uncertainties and brought the head of that thick flesh against her lips. He paused there, letting himself savor the moment as he knew she would give in to him, yield in this manner. In a way he was still denying her the pleasure that she sought, but perhaps she had not earned it as of yet. With this act she very well might as her own Father slightly bent at the knees, one hand taking the back of her head and the other bracing on top of the stocks...and he began to shove. At first it was not violent, more an exploration of her lovely mouth. Until he throated her. Once he knew she was opening up to him he pressed in deep, holding there, keeping himself as far down as he could go...his eyes raising to gaze at the crowd as he rocked his hips, grinding down against her. HIs teeth grit together, almost in fury, as if doing this was just as much torture for him as it was for her...and as he leaned forward he looked past the edge of the wood, admiring his little girl's wriggling ass, knowing that he would have that before it was all said and done. He would never give her up, never. It was that thought which prompted the next act. In a way it was almost bad form, placing someone into bondage and pushing their boundaries...and then demanding they give themselves to you. Yet while others might look a bit disapproving at the display, noting they'd never seen the young submissive before, they knew something the others did not...the connection expanding, wanting and he demanded down to her as he slid out, pressing that spit covered flesh along her cheeks...wanting to defile her. Say you belong to me. Say it!
Thread: It Runs in the Family (Haunted x Sanja)

Paige could only hope that her father would be willing to offer her a release as she remained locked solidly and bent over, completely pliable to his desires and demands. Her eyes filled with desire and want as she observed him with great interest. He touched her hair, then whispered. The demand itself nearly brought a moan to the air, the mere concept of having to earn a reward highly appealing. Back in the regular world boys were always trying to steal kisses or gropes. But here, the young girl wouldnt receive anything that she wanted without also giving. As her fathers head pressed to her lips, he was immediately rewarded with short licks of her hot, wet tongue followed by a willingness to open and take more. She seemed to enjoy his taste, lapping at his cock with desire. Soon he was entering, lips parting to take what he offered. Paige had only attempted this once before and it certainly wasnt with such an advanced size. Her mouth was wet and inviting, inexperience hardly stopping her from wanting to please. Her tongue danced along his shaft, massaging slowly until her throat was caught. Expecting a retreat, eyes shot wide with surprise as he held to her head and the stocks for support before forcing more. Anxiety tightened her, the girl squirming about due to a lack of air. A few muffled protests even surfaced before he paused once more. Silence fell between them. Now focused on holding her breath as her Daddys cock filled her throat, a sense of pride settled deep in her chest. He pushed her to new goals and could help her achieve anything she could possibly think of. The sensation of him withdrawing was nearly as shocking as the entrance. His retreat left the girl craving for his attentions and intimacy, whining immediately once her throat was clear. Her slender body quivered as gasps for air were taken, his cock coating her lips and leaving thin trails of saliva in its wake. As his wet head and shaft rubbed over her face a moan did surface, back arching once more. His order to give herself sent chills down her spine, Paige panting heavily as she spoke. I am yours! Her tone airy from his cock. I belong to you, I only need you, she reassured him, the moist area of her panties only growing as he continued to demand.
Thread: It Runs in the Family (Haunted x Sanja)

He shuddered, feeling that power and the muscles in his shoulders bunched. God if this did not stop he was going to fuck his daughter right here and now and there was no way he could countenance that. He had to end it, he had to, before it went too far. Even he had a conscience and perhaps those words were the final straw as his stomach churned and he tried to pull himself back into reality. No, he would not do this to her...no he could not do this to her. What would they think when they gazed into each other's eyes in the morning? Yet the words resonated for him, because after this he could only realize...he belonged to her as well. He pulled back, straightening as he clamped that iron control upon his own desires and he adjusted himself to place that thick flesh back in it's confines. There would be no more of that for his little girl. Instead he brushed his fingers across her hair and he whispered softly the words that would have been a lie if it had not come from a Father's lips. I love you. They were for her alone as he disappeared from her sight, and after a few moments it might be uncertain as to whether or not he was still there. There was no touch upon her, no caress, nothing hinting at the idea that he was even nearby. Mere silence from the man who was her Father and the murmuring of the crowd. Yet they were all still around for some reason were they not? All still there to watch something...what could it be? And that was when she felt it, the puff of air of motion, the swift contact across the flesh of her ass. The blow of the whip .
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A shiver ran along her spine as the wetness at her face cooled her skin once exposed to the air, a small relief to the intense heat her body was emitting. The brief moment of thought allowed her to catch her breath, tongue licking at lips as muscles relaxed. While looking at pictures and reading journals had made the girl aware of roles and concepts, Paige couldnt have imagined the rewards to be so fulfilling. Yet here she was, begging with glee. Then he retreated. Worry ran through her eyes, observing with horror as he withdrew himself and touched her hair and whispered. Through all the confusion his statement earned a smile, the validity of his unconditional love warming her in a way that no amount of spanking ever could. He turned and calmly walked off before she could respond, his steps soon muddling into the various sounds of the crowd. Minutes felt like hours, body held into place and incapable of turning to search for her Father. Not many onlookers stood at her front, and as the few at her side adjusted closer to her rear, a new worry ran over her. Had he gone? Was the hungry crowd going to have their turn? Anxiety rose as she waited with dread, fully expecting several hands to begin grabbing at her exposed flesh. Her ears couldnt recognize the tell of leather flying through the air, a brief sense of confusion before the tendrils struck at her skin. A lengthy moan pierced through the air, likely distracting anyone casually lounging at the bar. Her skin stung perfectly, the pink skin of her ass deepening a shade from his efforts. Once more she arched, offering herself and exposing more in an attempt to urge him to continue. Locked into place, she could only hope to encourage him to continue. Her panties were becoming a taunting sight. What was once a small pooling of her juices had grown to a completely wet pussy, the material hardly concealing her sex once wet and forming to her every curve. Paige had never been so aroused in her entire life and she loved it. She relished his touch, both gentle and rough. Please, more! She begged aloud, temporarily wondering if that request was to become her new catchphrase.
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At first there was a pause as her exclamation rang loudly into the air and her Father seemed to wait with his own baited breath as he watched that perfect ass squirming for more attention. No, this was not quite right, they both knew it and it had nothing to do with their relationship. Instead it was the feel of that moment, the fabric of her panties protecting her bare beautiful bottom. He crooked the whip up underneath one arm and he moved forward, his fingers tracing along the edge of her clothing and then he pushed her skirt up a tiny bit further to hook his fingers into the waistline, tugging her underwear down in one smooth firm motion to gaze down at her. How perfect. His fingers caressed her bottom, tracing small patterns with his fingernails, his eyes dark and haunted as he tried to gain a measure of control. He wanted to lean down and taste his little girl, his hands forcing her rear to spread a bit wider so he could admire what he was going to be abusing. His shoulders tightened as he gave his own murmur of adoration...almost a sign of worship, but iron will held true and he let that flesh go and he stepped back, giving himself a bit of room. She wanted more, very well...his little angel would have it. His arm stretched back slightly, crooked, and then he began to let the blows fall. He did not know the extent of her willingness to be a pain whore, but he knew how to control the motions of that whip. Knew it as if his arm and the tool were one being. He brought it down and then swept back, beginning to make a figure eight in the air...each swipe bringing the tips to lash cross flesh and then coming back to the air once more. He wanted her ass reddened, welted, but not bruised and bloodied...and he had chosen the suppleness of the leather properly to ensure that effect. He turned his angel into a work of fucking art for every passerby to see .
Thread: It Runs in the Family (Haunted x Sanja)

Paige couldnt believe the thrill and pleasure that his whip offered. She had no clue what was in store for her after choosing to cheat her way into the club, but it likely wouldnt have escalated to this point if shed found a stranger to introduce her to this new world. Her father was an expert, drawing out her deepest of desires and revealing new ones shed never expected to enjoy. The whip was one of these. From one single strike her skin welted beautifully, bright red and rising nicely along her soft rear. She felt the adjustment of her skirt and murmured an approval, panties sliding effortlessly along supple skin and resting between thighs. Fully exposed, her hips quivered. Her wetness was undeniable, slick lips glistening in the dim lighting of the room. Her reddened ass was hot to the touch, skin whitening as fingertips applied pressure. The girl enjoyed his touches as if they offered a massage, her muscles relaxing as she relished his touch. Paige couldnt make out his hushed words, though they were likely a praise of her figure or actions. Satisfied, he pulled back and all contact was lost. When he wasnt touching she almost felt adrift at sea. The whip returned. A gasp of surprise paired with her muscles tensing once more was his reward. Each strike stung deliciously, sensitive flesh bouncing beneath the tendrils of leather. She bit at her lip, eyes shutting tight and neck rolling the best it could as his continuous rhythm mercilessly worked over her. Intermittently a moan or gasp would surface, and by the end of it all she was clearly fatigued. Leaning heavily against the stock, her breaths were ragged. For the first time of the night, she seemed to be content with her punishments. Thank you, she murmured, a natural response from a submissive. Especially after her first whipping. After a few moments every swell of his expert strikes were fully formed and displayed to the onlookers, but the one with the best view was Father. He alone controlled her, the only one who could touch her.
Thread: It Runs in the Family (Haunted x Sanja)

There was something wholly defiled about watching the ass of your own daughter squirming on display for you. Something corrupt and decadent that no other feeling could ever match. Her Father's eyes glittered with absolute pride at the way her muscles grew taut beneath his blows, how her buttocks flexed and thighs rolled in order to provide him this most stunning of views. He doubt other Father's would agree with the acts occurring, perhaps some were proud of what their daughter's achieved with their looks but writhing like a bitch in heat was more than likely not one of them. His lips pressed together in a thin line, those eyes narrowing as the final blow landed...hearing her gratefulness in the air and he could not deny his own wants of her. He knew he had pushed her limits, perhaps further than he should have in her first time at such a gathering. Where others might have just been figuratively shown the ropes, he had definitely made it a literal situation for her by placing her in bondage and whipping her flesh. Yet he had already gone too far, what harm was there now in going further? That was the thought that spurred him further. What harm indeed. He had taken his own beautiful girl's mouth, forced down into her throat, whipped her ass cherry red, and made her beg for each and every deed. Was there some measure of morality that could explain away these actions? And once he let her free of that stock, once he spared her and drove her home, would the opportunity ever present itself again. No, perhaps not, yet it was so deliciously wrong it nearly made him cum thinking of what he wanted. He had no protection, no condom, nothing that would separate the two of them... That final thought drove him mad. He could be inside of her, and he slowly sat the whip aside as the sound of him unzipping once more entered the air. No, he would not rape his daughter, he would not fuck her, he couldn't...but God he could come so close could he not? So he moved against her, sliding his thick flesh against her lips...pressing, rolling, the head of him brushing over her labias before slipping down and against her clitoris, the circumcised head of his cock catching the hardened nub. His hands slid up and underneath her, cupping her heavy breasts, digging his fingers into the material as he leaned over her and pressed his lips against the top of her spine... He could be anyone, a stranger, some anonymous man behind her...anyone. Yet he was not, and they knew it, and it did nothing to stop him from rocking harder against her slick sex.