Annie always had her punishment in there. It was partially soundproofed and the little girl had learned early that she could bawl her lungs out as much as she wanted and nobody would hear her.
Her father sat down on the long bench in front of his work table and beckoned her to come and get her punishment.
Biting her lip, Annie reluctantly got into position, laying across her father’s knees and tightening up, ready to start sobbing at the first whack on her buttocks. And then there was a long pause.
“Where-are-your-panties?” her father’s voice demanded hoarsely.
A chill descended over Annie. Her butt, revealed by her yellow skirt being lifted, was baby naked. The air was chilly between Annie’s warm thighs and the little girl pressed her knees together.
“I–I guess I forgot to put them on this morning,” Annie whimpered.
Another long pause was followed by her father’s chocked voice saying, “You’re a grown up girl, now, Annie. You mustn’t ever forget to wear your… drawers… under a short skirt. Never!”
“I won’t, Daddy!” Annie felt terrible for lying to her daddy, but she didn’t think he’d be happy hearing the truth about how she had lost her panties at Hal’s house. In fact, it might cost her another spanking-and she wasn’t past the first one yet.
“You know why I’m going to punish you, don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Annie said meekly. “For coming home late.”
“That’s right, darling, and this is going to hurt me more than it will you.”
Annie trembled as she felt, her daddy lay his hand on her bare buttocks. She wasn’t sure that he was telling the truth. Then his warm hand was gone from her soft butt cheek and she automatically tightened her rear end. Squeezing her eyes closed, she wished she’d come home on time-even though the last half hour with Hal’s hot finger zipping in and out of her fervent little pussy had been really swell.
Bob Preston raised his hand and prepared to chastise his daughter. He knew he shouldn’t. When she had laid down across his knees and he raised her skirt and discovered her bare behind, he knew he should have stopped. His little daughter’s asscheeks were round and plump. The skin was milky white in contrast to her tanned legs and there was the barest hint of baby pink. He wondered what she looked like if she opened her legs.
My God! What am I thinking about? My own daughter! Annie’s father felt dazed by the impact of his own salacious thoughts. He couldn’t help it. In that moment of weakness he had a mental picture of her tight pussy lips and virgin hole and it was too much for him. His cock immediately started to rise and press against the little girl’s warm body.
He raised his hand and brought it down hard, striking the drum taut skin on her shapely buttock. Immediately, Annie began to sob.
Bob Preston drew his arm back and looked down. There was a red blotch on one side of her rear. It was fiery red and hot looking. He noticed the way a long red bar, like an arrow, pointed down toward the creased flesh where her clever little rear joined her thigh.
His eyes followed the crease which ran down into the dark shelter between her legs. He knew it led to her babyish cunny.
Desperately his arm rose and fell in a futile attempt to beat such thoughts out of his head and Annie’s little butt grew redder and hotter. First one side and then the other. And it seemed that each blow brought his fingers closer and closer to the crack between her squeezed together thighs.
Annie’s father knew what it was he wanted. He wanted his fingers to stroke between her beautiful legs and dabble in her swampy hot hole. He pounded her butt harder, feeling her body press against his probing cock and rubbing it, making it hotter and harder and longer.
“Daddy!” Annie whimpered. “Please, please stop, Daddy!”
Suddenly coming to his senses, Bob Preston stopped smacking his hand against his daughter’s quivering rear. It glowed a bright pink. Not an inch of her creamy ass flesh had escaped the punishment of his hand and even after he stopped spanking her, Annie continued sobbing and crying.
“I’m sorry, baby,” her father said. Gingerly he tried to massage the soft globes of her ass, and Annie cried out as the hurt penetrated her body. Preston snatched his hand away. He wanted to soothe His daughter’s battered behind, but he didn’t know how. And his cock was still embarrassingly hard, poking stiffly into the warmth of her belly.
“I’m sorry, darling,” he said again. To show her how sorry, Bob Preston bent over and tenderly kissed her swollen ass cheek.
Annie sighed. The sudden movement and then the coolness of her daddy’s lips on her burning rear forced the gasp of pleasure out of her even though she would have liked to have kept on sobbing. She couldn’t tell her daddy, but it felt so much like when Hal had kissed her front that she couldn’t help but wonder if Daddy was going to go further. And how much further would he go if he did…?
She didn’t have to wait long for an answer to her question.
Annie’s burning butt seemed to radiate heat to his lips and he lovingly began kissing the entire satiny surface of her soft globules. At first his lips slid around the outside curvatures of her beautiful buttocks. But then he began licking the jouncy globes. His tongue slid down into the crack at the base of Annie’s spine, and then her father couldn’t hold himself back another instant.
Seizing his daughter’s buttocks in both hands and pulling them apart, Bob Preston ran his tongue down the exposed groove.
Annie squealed. The sensation of her father’s tongue slipping down her butt crack was tremendous. His tongue was all soft and gushy like a sponge full of hot water. And when the tip flicked her little brown butt hole, she knew with delight how far her father was going.
The hurt was all gone from her behind. The main feeling was anticipation. Annie quivered as she lay across her daddy’s knees. She was dimly aware of something poking out from her daddy’s lap into her side. She wriggled and realized that it wasn’t a pen or pencil in his pocket and she wondered what it could be. But there were other things to think about. Like what had happened to her rear.
Nothing was happening!
The reason that Annie wondered was because Bob Preston was trying to stop himself from continuing. He stared down at his daughter’s lithe body sprawled across his knees and his eyes wandered to the inviting crack between her buttocks cheeks. She was all glistening wet with his saliva, though the angry red still glowed in her skin where he’d spanked her. Try as he could, Annie’s father couldn’t get the taste of his daughter’s luscious skin out of his mouth.
Nor could he ignore the insatiable demand to lick her tender twat.
Lowering his head, reluctantly and yet with anticipation, Annie’s father began kissing his daughter’s butt.
Annie gasped. No, Daddy! That s dirty, she wanted to say. But she didn’t say it out loud. Her daddy’s tongue had slipped into her rear again. The tip paused at the round muscle in her rear. It felt funny and wet back there and she felt alternately tight and loose as her asshole quivered around the tip of her daddy’s probing tongue.
“Noooo, Daddy,” she moaned and wiggled her little butt.
And at that instant her daddy’s tongue shoved its way into her spasming asshole, spreading her butt wide, wide open.
It felt really funny, her daddy’s tongue sliding up her rear and probing around inside of her hole. Sudden thrills lanced through her body. Even her toes and fingers tingled. Weird sensations worked through her middle and seemed to settle in her crotch in front. It was sort of the same but different from when Hal stuck his tongue in her little crack.
At first it hurt so much that Annie thought her daddy was punishing her more.
She was shoved full of her daddy’s thick tongue and it seemed to the girl that it was ripping her open. “Ooohhh!” she moaned.