by Writing Shark
You teach Gemma a lesson in loyalty
Gemma hesitates only when her girlish head understands what you are asking of her. But then it is already too late and she is within reach of your strong arms.
Without much effort you pull her towards you on the sofa and turn her towards the other members of your devoted family. Gemma is wearing normal evening clothes. A pink t-shirt and a pair of gray, comfortable shorts above her knee-length socks. She is not prepared for what is coming and realizes that she is alone. Neither Alice nor her own mother look her in the eye while your hands move quickly and efficiently down her body petite stiff body.
Your daughter has no time to react and she is not like Alice. Gemma just freezes like a young deer as your fingers press into the waistband of her pants. You feel the soft skin of her hips against your fingers and the silky fabric of her panties beneath.
“You were a naughty girl” you inform your daughter and she nods her head instinctively. She has no strength to resist you. Gemma is 18 and it’s been a while since you last had to discipline her, but every woman in your house knows that you make the rules around here.
So Gemma does nothing as you pull down her cotton pants and panties together, exposing your daughter to the gaze of your family. Out of reflex, her delicate hands go to the big bush of hair at her crotch, but you slap her hands away. Gemma begins to tremble violently. She knows what’s coming now.
“You deserve to be ashamed of yourself Gemma” you say icily.
“Yes father” she mumbles obediently and lowers her head.
“Why did you deserve it?” You are gracious with her, having already given her an answer. After all, she’s your daughter, not a bitch like Elise or her mother.
“Because I was disobedient” Gemma whispers.
“And what do disobedient little girls like you deserve?”
Gemma hesitates. It costs her to overcome. She is afraid. She looks to her mother but she just shakes her head.
“Look at your father darling,” she says quietly. “He makes you feel good if you are nice.” Then Gemma even looks at her sister whom she blames for her misery. You follow the gaze of your youngest and see the stares of your eldest fixed mercilessly on her sister. Gemma understands that she can’t get any help. She has only one way out, to submit to you.
“Naughty girls get their bare bottoms spanked,” she mutters. Then she gasps in shock as you grab her by the back of the neck and pull her over your lap in one fluid motion. You grin, you haven’t forgotten anything. Then you turn to the other women.
“Let this be a lesson to you,” you admonish them, especially Hellen. “There is only one authority in this house that you will follow, understand?”
“Yes James” says Hellen.
“Yes D…father” says Alice. Then you turn to Gemma.
“Twenty hits for defying me” you announce as master of the house.
Gemma braces herself, but is not strong enough. She shrieks loudly as your hand lands on her naked buttocks. The shame of being naked in front of her family mixes with the pain and the realization that it is her fault.
Three more strokes follow and Gemma tenses on top of you. Her legs hang off your lap, held together by her pants. One of her socks has slipped because she is kicking so much. Her body gets warm on your lap and her belly presses against your thighs. Can she feel how violently your dick is pulsing in your pants?
“You will never resist me again” you order, followed by two more strokes.
“Yes father!” She presses out between her gritted teeth, legs trembling.
“Your mother has no say in this household, do you understand?”
“Yes father!” Even Hellen nods under the tormented moans of her favorite daughter.
“Yes James” she wispers obediently without looking at her dauthter or you.
“It is I who will take care of you” you say and strike again. Four times.
“Yes father!” Gemma howls, her skin turns from pale to reddish, sweat forms on he rbuttocks… and something else lurks out beneath them. A little glistering something of fluid.
“Who takes care of you?”
“You father!” Three blows. Her butt glows red and it’s time for you to run your fingers over her hot flesh. Tenderly you massage her glowing buttocks and your youngest daughter’s moans change. “You take care of us father!”
“Yes I do” you say softly and cares her flesh, mixing her thoughts together to something you can work with. “And I do this because all o fou are the most important things in my life.”
“Yes father. We are the most important things in your life.” And Gemma sticks her butt out at you. Very lightly, you’re sure she doesn’t even knows it. Four strokes follow. Gemma moans strained. Her head hangs powerlessly from your lap, just like her feet. Her hands try to comfort her but don’t reach to the ground. You intensify your strokes, concentrating on the center of her butt, where the cleft of her vagina begins.
“I am strict with you because you need it, do you understand?” Now your voice is soft and you caress your daughter who begins to squirm under your touch.
“Yes… daddy…” You smile and you can hear the hissing inhale of Alice as you reach out wide with your hand. Gemma screams loudly and shrieks as your hand slams down on her trembling, bright red bottom hard and merciless. Hellen grits her teeth.
“Only good girls get to call me that. Your sister is a good girl. But you aren’t ready yet. You call me ‘sir’.”
“Yes sir!” moans Gemma, and you see her labia moisten even more as you stroke her again while she shows her superior her respect by letting him handle her.
“You show me respect.”
“Yes sir.” Again you thrust, make her tender flesh quiver, but immediately pat again afterward. Gemma is moaning lustfully now and Alice is pressing her thighs together, rubbing her knees on each other while clasping her hands desperately. She doesn’t want to be the next girl on your lap. Your youngest is learning her place, as is Hellen. Today is a good day.
You complete the twenty strokes in quick succession, making Gemma scream, moan, squirm and shake violently. Her cute head is doped up with endorphins, pain, confusion and affection and you’re sure she’ll be more open to your guidance from now on. And more. You see it in her. You are in her head now, slowly driving out her mother. It had cost you but it will be worth it.
“Okay Gemma. Question time.” Your daughter turns her head and you see it in her face. Her skin is flushed, her eyes moist, just like her soft, swollen labia. You smile meanly and ask yourself how close she is to an orgasm. You need to figure out to net let her cum by accident next time. And there will be a next time. “So I don’t have to spank you anymore.” You see the uncertainty in her eyes. “Because you want to be a good girl for your daddy, yes?”
“Yes sir.” That’s easy. You have her on your side.
“And you don’t want to be spanked anymore, do you?” This time she hesitates. Only briefly but you know you’ve won. You haven’t been this intimate with her in weeks and it burns into her lonely, confused, naive brain. It would’ve worked the way you conquered Alice. The girls only would’ve quarreled. This way you can own them both and both will like it.
“N… Y…” You grin devilishly as she turns her head further toward you. “I don’t know sir.” And she smiles, falling into your world. And you smile, capturing her safely.
“It doesn’t matter princess.” You stroke her cheek, wet with tears, warm with lust. “But I do. And I’ll take care of you.” And Gemma is happy, thinking only of you.
“Thank you Sir.”
Writing Shark 