Daddy Teaches Slut Daughter a Lesson

Disclaimer: Everyone presented in this story is of consenting age, 18 years or older.

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It was just another Friday night; mom was out with her friends sipping on half-priced wine at her favorite bar, Daddy had a poker night planned, and my boyfriend Parker had invited me to a party with all of his friends on the soccer team, an invitation I was all-too-excited to receive. My best friend Sarah helped me pick out the perfect outfit to impress all of his friends - maybe if I dressed up they would stop giving him a hard time about dating a girl who wasn't popular or a soccer player, but instead was always in the art room or writing in her journal in the courtyard at school. Sarah picked an outfit that I would never wear, especially since my parents were so strict, but I knew with mom out of the house and Daddy drinking with his friends I could probably get away with it.

I slipped on the black skirt that hugged my stomach and only covered a small portion of my thighs, buttoned up two of the four buttons on the tiny white crop top Sarah let me borrow, and slid the knee-high socks on that I used for a Halloween costume last year. My red hair covered a portion of my breasts, and since I couldn't wear a bra with the crop top the coverage made me feel a little better; at least my nipples were slightly concealed.

As I looked in the mirror I couldn't help but think I looked good, but I was also worried. Do guys really like girls that dress like this? I look like a glorified school- girl...and I guess I can't bend over or lean the wrong way unless I want everyone there to see my panties and my ass. Oh well...Parker will love it; I know he will. I could hear Daddy in the kitchen with someone else talking, and assumed it was his best friend, Jay, who always got to poker night early to complain to my dad about his wife, kids, mundane job...all the usual grievances accompanied by cocktails and cigars. Jay always loved me and felt like a second dad at times, and I knew he would defend me if my dad got onto me about my outfit.

He'd say something like, "Come on, Pete, don't you remember being in high school, and wanting to impress people? The best way to do that is with a killer outfit!"

I loved Jay for constantly reminding my dad that I wasn't 5 years old and incapable of taking care of myself. I knew that Jay would defend me, but decided to wear my long coat that hid most of my outfit. It was still cold out even though it was March, so I knew I could get away with wearing it.

As I ventured downstairs the familiar scent of dad's cigars met me, and I heard ice cubes hitting glasses, making me jealous that Daddy and his friends could drink whenever they pleased, while I was stuck sneaking sips of mom's wine after she passed out or drinking crappy beer that Parker and his friends always managed to get their hands on. I rounded the corner into the kitchen and Jay was the first one to look up from his drink.

"Well hey, kid, how's it going?" he asked, and I don't know why, but I always loved that no matter how old I got Jay called me kid. I gave him a little smile, and was about to answer when Daddy interjected. "Come here," he said in a voice that was more stern than usual, and I could feel my chest tighten. I walked to the opposite side of the kitchen where he stood, unable to make eye contact with him. I could feel Jay's green eyes watching me, knowing I was probably about to get lectured.

"Where are you off to tonight?" Daddy asked.

I gave him a little smirk and unintentionally rolled my eyes, reminding him for what seemed like the twentieth time that I had plans to go out with Parker, and assured him that Sarah was going to meet me there.

"Don't roll your eyes at me, young lady, you know how much I hate that," he sneered.

I did know, and as I started trying to apologize he interrupted me.

"Why do you already have your coat on? Are you in a hurry to get out of here?"

Daddy looked me up and down and I knew he suspected I was hiding something.

I tensed up a little, and was thankful the jacket had pockets so I could hide my crossed fingers as I lied to him, assuring him I had only put the jacket on because it was already in my room and I didn't think I would be at the house much longer, but Parker was running late, as usual. Daddy didn't buy it.

"Unzip your jacket," he commanded.

Hesitantly, I guided the zipper down and the jacket slowly opened, revealing small pieces of my outfit until eventually it seemed pointless to even have the jacket on. Daddy ran his eyes up and down my body and I felt entirely too exposed, like my clothes were see-through or something. It felt like hours passed before he said anything, although only seconds had, and as I waited for his response I noticed the half-empty bottle of bourbon on the counter - that explained why he was being so curt. Daddy finally spoke.

"Why don't you turn around so Jay can see what you think an appropriate outfit is?"

I shook my head in protest, but knew that if I didn't listen I would be in even more trouble. As I turned to Jay I kept my eyes on the floor; I couldn't bare the embarrassment.

"Whoa...you must be pretty determined to impress some people tonight," Jay said.

I looked up for a brief moment and realized he was practically gawking at me.

I knew this would upset Daddy, but I was also a little relieved that my outfit wasn't as ridiculous as I thought. If I could get attention like that from a married man, I could only imagine how the boys my age would respond to it.

Daddy was less than pleased with Jay's response.

"Take your jacket off," he insisted, and, once again, I uselessly shook my head in protest and obeyed, knowing I couldn't avoid a spanking if I didn't.

I was still facing Jay and his eyes grew wide as more of my body became exposed and while I couldn't see my Daddy's eyes I knew they were scanning my body in disapproval.

"Bend over," Daddy barked at me.

As I did I could feel my eyes start to water, knowing that at the very least I was going to get grounded for this, if not worse. I closed my eyes, trying to stop the tears from forming, and began to stand upright when Daddy's hand met my back and pushed me back down.

"I didn't tell you to move, young lady, Jay needs to see this," Daddy commanded

Keeping my eyes closed, I could hear Jay's footsteps and the ice cubes keeping his bourbon chilled clanking against the glass that held his now almost empty drink.

"What do you think?" my dad asked, and to my surprise Jay didn't defend me.

"She looks like a little whore to me. Where does a girl your age even get panties like that?"

Jay was referring to the lacey black pair I had taken from mom's laundry, and now I knew I was really in trouble.

My dad scoffed, "You little slut, did you really steal your mom's panties in hopes of getting fucked like she does?"

The tears were unstoppable and I let them run down my face as I shook my head.

"No Daddy," I insisted through my tears, "I thought they were mine, I have a pair just like them."

Wrong answer. I knew it was a terrible answer. All of the sudden I felt a hard slap against my ass, as pain shot through my legs.

"Daddy, please," I begged, "Please don't..."

My voice trailed off as another loud slap sent more pain through my body, causing heavier tears to stream down my face, ruining my makeup and making me feel more vulnerable than I ever had.

*

My daughter looked like a fucking slut. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was almost comical that she thought she could get out of the house like that, however I was anything but amused. I have enough to worry about with work, taking care of Eva's alcoholic mother, and listening to Jay go on and on every Friday night about the same shit that's been bothering him for twenty years, but this was just too much.

I couldn't let my little girl leave the house dressed like a streetwalker. I knew she was trying to impress her new boyfriend, he's a handsome guy and older than she is, but my only daughter was not about to go to a party filled with "Parkers". I knew what guys that age were thinking about, and I couldn't bare the thought that my baby girl wanted attention from guys like that...dressed like that...hell no.

I was going to have to teach her a lesson. Jay is my best friend but I hate the way he has always encouraged her, I needed to teach him a lesson with my fist sometime, but I had bigger issues to worry about. I've always thought discipline should be a balance of verbal and physical action, and I planned to stick to that notion with Eva.

*

"Daddy, please stop! I promise I won't go to the party just please stop," Eva cried, as her ass became even redder.

The pain was constant now, and even between spanks the stinging feeling on her skin was too much to handle. Her knees came close to buckling and sending her to the floor with each blow. Jay was shocked by the entire scene, but couldn't seem to bring himself to leave the kitchen. He would never admit this to Pete, but he had always wondered what Eva's bare ass looked like, and as he sipped on his bourbon and watched Pete punish her, Jay was pleased.

He found himself getting hard and tried to stay behind the island in the kitchen that separated him from where the father and daughter were.

"This is what happens to sluts," Pete yelled at Eva, and as he did he redirected his glare towards Jay.

Pete paused for a moment, "Don't you agree that she looks like a slut?"

Jay didn't know what to do - his best friend had put him in quite a compromising situation but he figured he might as well appease him.

"Yeah, she definitely looks like a slut," Jay answered, and without thinking he added, "Maybe she would like to see how it feels to be a slut, that would teach her not to dress like she's craving dick."

Pete looked at Jay and for a moment the two were frozen, but then Pete said the unthinkable.

"You know what, man, I think you have a point," as he took one hand from Eva's ass and motioned Jay towards him.

As Jay moved away from the island, Pete noticed Jay's hard dick ready for his daughter, and knew this would be a lesson she would never forget.

*

Eva could barely see through her tears but she knew the two men were next to her. She could smell the cigars on her father and the bourbon on Jay. Before she had the time to figure out what was happening, her father took her by the hair and stood her upright, demanding that she go in the living room. She whimpered and began walking towards the couch, head down, when her father's stern voice startled her.

"Sluts don't walk, sluts crawl," and Eva was humiliated.

She looked back at Jay, hoping for his usual aid against her dad, but he nodded in agreement and she slowly sank to all fours. Crawling into the living room, Eva was unsure of what was about to happen, but she knew whatever they had planned for her wouldn't be something she would run and tell all of her friends about like she usually did after make out sessions with Parker. No, she was in for much more.

She heard footsteps behind her and stopped at the coffee table. She whimpered and squirmed on the floor, but had no tears left for her father. Looking up at him, she had never seen such a look on hid face, or Jay's for that matter.

"Why the fuck do you still have clothes on?" her father asked.

Jay joined in, "Sluts don't wear clothes."

Eva was frozen.

"Get off the fucking floor and strip, before I rip those clothes off of you," Eva's father demanded.

Eva still didn't move, and Pete was frustrated. Grabbing her by her hair, Pete got his daughter on her feet once more, and in one swift motion her shirt was ripped off, buttons on the floor, leaving her perky breasts and her nipples exposed. It was all too much for Jay to resist. He reached over and gave her right nipple a good twist, causing Eva to let out a scream.

"Fucking slut," Pete whispered, as he proceeded to tear the skirt from his daughter's waist.

"Mom wouldn't be happy knowing you stole her panties, and she'll be even more upset when she finds out they're ripped. You'll have to buy her a new pair," he insisted, as he ripped through the lace exposing his daughter's perfectly shaven pussy.

"Is that what your boyfriend likes?" her father asked, and Eva shook her head side to side.

It was hard for her to find the words, but she managed to give a little whispery answer to her father.

"Parker doesn't touch me there, Daddy. Sarah shaves hers and convinced me to do it," and Eva prayed she would believe him. He didn't.

"Don't bring your best friend into this, she didn't make you do anything. I am not that dumb, baby girl," he said, as he ran his fingers along the bare skin. Eva was terrified, and shut her eyes tight hoping to block out what was happening, but she felt herself getting warm and wet; she couldn't help it. She knew who her body belonged to.

*

As his daughter stood in front of him naked, except for the knee-highs that he recognized to be part of an old Halloween costume which he was positive he bought for her, he couldn't help but notice how beautiful her body was. Her skin felt so soft, especially the skin around her pussy where his fingers seemed to be drawn automatically. Pete knew he had to follow through with this punishment. If he stopped now his threats would seem empty to Eva and she would continue to sneak around his rules.

He noticed his daughter had shut her eyes as tight as she could, and was standing with her legs as close together as she could get them. She was scared, and he knew it. Good, he thought, let her fear Daddy and his cock so she fears all other cocks too. I don't want my baby girl getting into anything she can't handle. He could feel her body tense up the closer his fingers got to her clit, and Jay had set up camp on her nipples; twisting, biting, and licking until they were as hard as they could possibly be.

Pete could see Eva trying to resist Jay and his mouth, but he could also feel his daughter getting warm between her legs, which were now spread apart a bit. I knew she was a little slut, he thought to himself, and almost immediately following that thought he spread her wet lips apart and his fingers found her tight, wet pussy and as it wrapped around them he could feel her muscles contracting. Pete found himself getting hard for his daughter. He was in a trance, and could smell the sweet scent of his daughter's pussy in the air. He noticed his baby girl wincing a little each time his fingers moved inside of her, but still she was getting wetter, and her muscles seemed a bit more relaxed, though still extremely tight around his index and middle finger.

Jay held onto her, still biting and twisting her nipples, as Pete couldn't help but get more aggressive with his thrusting of fingers and began to play with her clit, using his thumb as a powerful tool sure to make her cum. He noticed her whimpering and crying had turned into light moaning and little groans here and there.

"You like that baby girl? You like Daddy's fingers inside you?" he asked in a condescending tone. "Do you ever play with yourself, baby girl?"

Eva couldn't find her words, and even if she could she knew her Daddy didn't really want an answer - he wouldn't believe whatever she said anyway. At this point she knew whatever happened was out of her control, and that she would have to appease Daddy and Jay before there was any chance of them stopping, but suddenly she didn't know if she really wanted them to stop. Pete's mouth felt so good on her sensitive nipples and Daddy knew all the right places to touch her; Parker never did.

She kept her head down to the floor and tried to focus on anything else but it was impossible. She was attempting to form one more plea for mercy and noticed the two men had their dicks out, hard and ready for her. Jay was still twisting her nipples which were harder than she had ever known they could be, and she had this feeling like that she was about to cum as Daddy's fingers found her sweetest spot, but she really didn't want to. Right as she was about to release and cum for him, he jerked his fingers out of her.

He glared at her, "Were you really about to cum without asking me permission? Are you missing the entire point of this lesson, baby girl? You need Daddy's permission to do grown up things, like dressing for boys and cumming."

Eva just shook her head in agreement, and managed to get out a meek, "Yes, sir," before being pushed down on her knees.

"Open your mouth, baby girl," her father demanded, and as she did, Jay shoved his dick in her mouth as her father looked on.

He was pleased, "You like having dick in your mouth, you little slut? Is that what you do to keep Parker around?"

Eva was choking on Jay's dick and couldn't do anything to acknowledge what her Daddy was accusing her of. Jay moaned with pleasure, and Eva would never admit it but she liked the way he felt in her mouth, and those moans were almost comforting in contrast to her father's disciplinary tone.

"Why don't you show Daddy how your mouth feels?"

Eva was mortified, but knew there was no getting away. Jay released Eva and placed both of his hands on her head, guiding her towards her father's rock hard cock. She lingered next to the tip for a moment, looking up at her expectant father, and just as she was about to wrap her lips around him, he jerked away from her, picked her up in one swift motion and bent her over the ottoman.

"You little whore, I can't believe you were actually going to put your own father's dick in your mouth," he said as he spread apart her wet lips and found his way inside of her. Eva screamed, begging and pleading but it was no use. Her father was fucking her and there was nothing she could do. Her ass, still raw and red from the spankings, bounced against his hips as he thrust in and out of her, and just as she was about to try to squirm away, Jay was in front of her with his hard cock in her face. Her father noticed.

"Put his dick in your filthy little whore mouth," he commanded.

As she did, Eva felt like a complete slut. She started feeling even guiltier when she realized part of her was enjoying this. Both men were moaning with pleasure, and her whimpering and squirming turned to moaning, as she rhythmically grinded against Daddy's cock. She would occasionally look up to see Jay enjoying every bit of her mouth, his head tilted back, and eyes closed in ecstasy, and suddenly she felt a warm, almost sweet creamy substance in her mouth and realized she had just experienced someone cumming in her mouth for the first time.

Jay jerked back, releasing his cock from her now cum-covered lips and looked at her with an approving smile. Eva's Daddy realized Jay was done and knew it was his turn to really bring Eva's lesson to a close, proving one last time he was in charge.

"Flip over and let Daddy look at you while he cums," Pete insisted.

By this time Eva had gotten accustom to the feeling of him inside of her, and she was actually enjoying it. She wanted to give him the illusion of his lesson being well taught, so she abided.

"Yes, sir," she moaned, as she rolled over on the ottoman to face her Daddy.

"Good girl," he cooed.

As he threw her legs over his shoulders he buried into her with his still throbbing hard dick, pleased that he was putting his little girl back in her place. As he thrust in and out of her, watching Eva wince a little every time, he decided this would be the moment to make sure she understood why all of this had happened.

"Who owns your pussy, baby girl?"

He was pleased to see his daughters eyes locked on him, a little look of pain and enjoyment in them.