by Writing Shark
You finish with Gemma, then attend to Elise
You wait while Gemma settles down on your lap. Her face is sweaty and her whole body is tense.
“Do you want us to stop, princess?” You ask. Of course it’s a test. Alice would pass, but Gemma…
“What I want doesn’t matter, Sir. You decide what’s best for me.” She turns her head to you. “Please decide about me, Sir.” Gemma gets it. Your hand slams down on her ass, on the base of her legs, sending shockwaves through her skin, making her squeal.
“Who will protect you from evil?”
“Thirteen. You Sir. I know Sir, always have.”
“Then thank me.” Three more blows in quick succession, all to the same spot.
“Fourteen, fifteen and fourteen Sir…” Gemma is having trouble concentrating, her little brain is mush and you love it. “I mean… three… six…” She looks at you with pity. “Please hit me again father. I forgot.” Three strokes.
“Fourteen, fifteen and sixteen darling” you remind her and rub carefully over her sore skinn, making it feel better.
“Yes sir, thank you Sir.” You don’t strike again, instead smiling at her.
“Thank you for what? Be specific.” And it gushes out of Gemma like a fountain while her body trembles and shakes as she realizes her feelings for you.
“Thank you for taking care of me father. Thank you for spanking me. Thank you for showing me how to be a good girl. Thank you for forgiving me father! Thank you for showing me how to be a good girl father! Thank you…” She babbles to herself, spilling out whatever is in her head, without rhyme or reason but that doesn’t bother you. Gemma is on your side and under your blows you feel her body trembling.
“You need to be punished,” you say and Gemma screams out her answer after your hand makes her flesh tremble.
“Seventeen! Yes sir! I need to be punished! I have been naughty and disrespected you. Please punish me!” And you do. With each blow, Gemma babbles confusedly to herself but you can see into her overheated head and inside there is only you.
“Go on.”
“Eighteen! I deserve to be punished for not appreciating my father! Aaaah! Twentyhyhy! I belong punished for thinking my mother was important! Aaah! One and… Twenty and one… I deserve to be punished for thinking I needed thoughts!” You don’t know where Gemma got this attitude, but you like it. Under your merciless blows, you reshape the girl into something you wanted for 18 years.
“Ahahahaaa! Twenty-two! I need to get punished for lusting after my fahahather!”
Your hand catches in the air and Gemma freezes as well. You see the fear in her body language. Did she really just say that? She wants to turn to you but you grab her hair in your strong fist and spin her around so that she hangs powerlessly from your lap.
“Forgive me father…please…Sir… I…” She is very quiet. She doesn’t see your devilish smile.
“Go on” you command and strike again. But Gemma is silent, doesn’t even seem to even notice the blow.
“What?” she can’t understand. But that’s how you want her. Your fist closes in her hair and jerks her body upward. Her arms hang limply from your lap as her back arches and you turn her head toward you.
“Good girl,” you say into her expressionless eyes. Then you pull her powerless body to you and kiss your 18 year old daughter hard on the mouth.
Gemma seems dead as your lips touch. But then life returns to her and she moans loudly, squeezing hot breath from between your lips and starting to shake violently.
“Good girl,” you say again as you yank her back and her dull eyes lock on you.
“Father?” You emphasize your words clearly.
“You. Are. My. Good. Little. Girl. Gemma.” You think she cums, but is something different that makes her almost pass out. Your love and affection.
“Oh God…” She starts to sob and chokes as you push her back onto your lap. You caress her sore bottom as she coughs and you hold her securely while salvia runs down her chin and tears swell in her eyes. “Oh my Gohohod…”
“Go on. I like you like this.” Then you strike again.
“Nineteen. I…” Briefly she struggles, knowing it’s not meant to be, knowing it’s unnatural. But her tears subside when you enter her mind.
Then she loses it and falls in love with you.
“I deserve to be punished for imagining my father naked.” Slap. “Twenty. I deserve to be punished because I want to touch my father.” You hold her back and caress her ass. Your fingers slide over her skin between her thighs and if she was moist before, she is sopping wet now. Your index finger strokes her swollen twitching labia, pulling out a streak of pleasure slime as you pull back.” You stroke the liquid over her red welts, making her shudder, feeling the cool air.
“You don’t have to apologize for your feelings Gemma honey,” you say softly, drawing white stripes through her red skin.
“Father? Why?” You reach under her chin and turn her head toward you. Her eyes are wet with tears and red.
“Because I feel the same way.” Her mouth drops open but you see no surprise in them. She knows it. “Can’t you feel it?” Gemma can’t tell. She’s not as confident as Alice, she lacks your influence. Your hand slaps her flesh.
“Twenty-one,” she says without moaning. “I feel guilty for wanting my father.” A light slap on her ass.
“Twenty-two. I feel guilty because I love feeling his…p…penis against my belly.” You ask the next question.
“Who do you love?” This time you don’t hit her.
“My father.”
“Who do you want?”
“My father.”
“Who do you want to have sex with?”
“With my father.” Then you are both silent while her skin cools and you caress her. Her body rests lightly on your knees.
“You want to have sex with me, Gemma.”
“Yes…” She jolts upwards, presses her butt against your hand. You pinch her, hard. She screams in her elbow.
“No cumming princes. Who owns your orgasms?”
“You father…” She almost loses courteousness. You can’t let her come now. She needs to understand that it is you who is the center of her sexuality. She loves you, yes, but for now, you only own her heart and brain, not her cunt.
“Good girl. You don’t have to be afraid for wanting me, Gemma.”
“Thank you.” You see her brain trying desperately to keep up with what’s happening. You give her time to process. “I want you too,” she says with a pleading look. Gemma has finally figured out how to make her life good.
Just the perfect time to make her your property.
“I can’t do that darling,” you say, sounding almost sad. “I can’t let you cum.” You caress her cheek and comfort her. You don’t like her suffering expression, but you have to make this sacrifice. For Gemma. “Your mother doesn’t want this.”
“But father… I thought…” She thinks feverishly and tries the new method. “Please father, Sir, punish me for my mother being so stupid.”
“No Gemma darling.” You kiss her gently on the forehead while your cock throbbing darts in her belly. “Your mother is still in your head. Only when it’s just me in there can I make love to you. Just like Alice.” Gemma understands and is not surprised that her better sister belongs to you too. She looks at you pleadingly but your expression remains the same. Then you feel her butt under your hand, rising up to meet you.
“Please sir, punish me and put my mother out of my mind. My body shall be yours alone, as shall my mind.” She smiles shyly at you. “A-And my va…p-pussy.” You are proud.
You raise your hand.
“You hate your mother for not letting you have sex with me.”
“I hate my mother for not letting me have sex with my father.”
Your hand quickly slams down, Gemma squeals and lifts her butt as her body presses down on your throbbing cock.
“The women in this house are mine.”
“All the women are yours Sir. Aaah!”
Gemma shudders beneath you. You know the signs. And you really hit hard. Gemma cries out in pain.
“I alone decide the sexuality of my girls.”
“You alone, sir.”
“I decide when you can come and when you can’t.”
“You alone sir. I come only for you Sir.”
“Good girl.” You lean down and kiss Gemma on her exposed butt. “Gemma?” She has earned it.
“Yes sir?” You smile.
“Call me daddy.” You’ve never seen your youngest so happy. You hold her in your arms, neither of you counting the strokes as Gemma cries with joy and you pet her gently.
First it was only Hellen. Then came Alice. And now Gemma. And even if she is not yet ready for you to take her, you have finally won over your two daughters.
Only Elise remains.
And of course you noticed her at the door.
Writing Shark 