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“Sweetheart,” Joel says, his voice a little low and disgruntled. “You doin’ okay?” He glances over at you, squinting curiously.
You huff, throwing your back pack against the wall as you storm inside, having been dropped off by your brother, Benny.
It wasn’t any one thing that was pissing you off. You just… ugh… everything was hard. Annoying. Dumb.
You ignore your dad and brush past him, continuing to stomp up the stairs but he grabs your upper arm, stopping with a stern order using your first and middle name.
“Now,” he says slowly, measured. “Let’s try that again, shall we, sweetheart?” His tone is slightly mocking.
You grunt softly in agitation, wriggling a little in his grip but try to obey. You know you really shouldn’t be so rude and disrespectful, especially when he’s only really asking how your day was. But it’s the way he’s asking. Like he can tell it was crap. Or that you’re at least feeling crap.
You breathe out sharply through your nose, raising your eyebrows to him as you look up at him as if to say, ‘what?’ But hope the lack of tone makes it seem slightly less petulant and bratty.
In response, he just raises his eyebrows back at you, his lip quirking ever so slightly.
You feel a tiny bit contrite so lower your brows - and your shoulders - and mumble a non-committal, “mmm…”
“Mmm?” He repeats, almost in jest which angers you a little, like he’s making fun of you, and then you immediately hate yourself for feeling so irrational. God! Why was it so hard to not be all.. twisted up emotionally and feeling all mixed up physically?
Sighing, your dad looks you over, pulling you into a tight, warm hug. You breathe easy, inhaling his familiar, comforting scent as his strong arms wrap around you, squeezing you tight, knowing exactly what you need. He always does. Always has.
“Nothing happened…” you mumble sadly against his chest as his big, broad hands stroke your back, up and down, slow, rhythmical.
“Mmhmm…” is all he gives you in response, patiently waiting for you to continue. You don’t know if you can. You’d been at college, on campus all day, and were drained from the buzz, the noise, the crowds. Your body was exhausted and all you wanted to do was take a shower and curl up in bed ignoring your dad and your brothers.
“Can I… I mean… I wanna go to my bedroom, Daddy?” You ask, voice getting quieter, moving into that space where Joel can take complete care of you. Protective, comforting, loving, being the strong, Dominant Daddy that you need. You don’t necessarily want him to come with you, but you don’t think he’s gonna let you go by yourself.
He sighs, pulling back from you, still gripping your biceps with his hands as he looks to the front door that you just came through and your crumpled back pack, tossed carelessly on the floor.
He twitches his lips as he thinks before briefly looking at his watch and nodding. “Alrigh’, princess. Let’s get you sorted before the boys are back for dinner, yeah?”
You sigh, a small whimper coming out knowing what he means by ‘sorted’. “Daddy… nooo…” you whine softly, no heart in the complaint but still, not wanting company right now. “I… I just… it’s…” you stammer as he ignores your pitiful whines and scoops up your backpack, turning and firmly leading you upstairs to your bedroom. “Uh huh, I know, sweetheart, I know,” he says placatingly, but continues you to lead you upstairs, and you follow, unable to disobey his command.
He reaches your open bedroom door and tugs you inside. He pushes the door gently shut and pulls you over to your bed, the covers made frantically in the morning before you left for class - rushing as always.
He lets you go, standing in front of you as he gently places your bag on your bed.
“You got homework?” He asks, gesturing to your back pack with his chin.
You shrug. “I… um… not anything due tomorrow or anything…” you say as you think about your upcoming assignments. You squeeze your eyes shut at the thought, all of the deadlines and questions and lectures mixing together. You’d been at community college for two and a half years but you were still finding it difficult to navigate. Not just the classes and the content - that was actually quite interesting. But the people. So many different people in your classes, both the students and the professors.
“Good,” your dad says with a firm nod of his head again. You swallow nervously, sniffling as he oozes Dominance and authority in front of you. Not in a scary way, but just in a way that indicates control. Comfort. Safety.
“Now, I know you were already a lil outta sorts when you left this mornin’, and I can only imagine a whole day at college jus’ made things worse, correct?” He glances down at you, head tilted, eyes softening, but his tone, no-nonsense.
You open your mouth to answer him, but then your curious, impulsive brain spits out, “Wait, why are you home? Why aren’t you at work?”
You see him roll his eyes and hear him sigh heavily as he shakes his head with a small smile. Sitting beside you, he pulls you into his side which comforts you all over again.
“Baby,” he says with a slight chuckle. “That doesn’t answer my question,” he chides lightly as he places a kiss on the side of your head. “But,” he continues. “I thought you might want some company, some ‘Daddy-daughter’ time, when you got home from school, so I left Will in charge. He’ll be home later with Benny,” Joel explains patiently, his fingers rubbing soothing circles up and down your arm.
“Oh…” you respond in a small voice, feeling appreciative that he thought you might need him. You had thought he’d been working too much lately and wasn’t around as much for you to spend time with him. “Well… I… um, thank you,” you reply in a soft tone.
“Of course, baby,” he says, leaning down and placing a kiss on your forehead. “But, I think I’m gonna need to do a lil more than jus’ cuddle you…” he says with a grin. “Hmmm?”
“Daddy…” you giggle, ducking your head shyly. You hope he’ll do more than just cuddle you, though his cuddles are pretty great. You’re not one for hugging and touching normally but when Dad or your brothers, or your Uncle Tommy, squeeze you just right, with enough deep pressure, it can help you relax sooooo much. As can other methods, you think wishfully. You purse your lips, looking up at the strong, handsome man beside you, feeling so lucky you get to call him ‘Daddy’. “Um… I… it was a lot today…” you finally say sadly. “Not bad,” you quickly add, “just… you know what I mean,” you say, shrugging a little.
Squeezing you a little tighter, Joel replies, “I know, baby, I do. It’s all a bit much sometimes, ain’t it? All the people, all the noises, all the smells? ‘At’s why it’s good to come home, to the familiar spaces, and the people who love on ya just right, huh?”
You blink a few times, feeling your body start to tense up, get warm. You nod mutely, a small pout forming on your lips.
“Okay, princess,” Joel says, bringing his thumb up to swipe at your pouty bottom lip. “No need to pout. Daddy’s gonna make it all better, okay?” Before you can respond he leans in, gripping your chin with his thumb and forefinger and places a chaste kiss on your lips.
You moan softly into his mouth as he pulls back with a smile.
“Good girl,” he praises as he sits up, turning you to face him. “Now, why don’t we start by getting you undressed, and then we’ll see where we go from there, yeah? You need the bathroom?” He asks, nodding to your ensuite. You love that Joel added on all the bells and whistles to this house. Every room had its own bathroom, and he even built in a window seat in your bedroom for you to daydream and read and write at.
You shake your head minutely up at your Dad as he hums in understanding and gently reaches over to pull off your shoes, gripping one ankle at a time carefully, lovingly, slowly, placing the casual white sneakers on the floor. He smiles at you as he moves to pull each sock off, tickling the soles of your feet, making you kick them out in reflex.
“Daddy…” you playfully groan. “I… you know I’m ticklish!” You admonish pouting.
“I know, I know, baby,” he says, raising his hands in mock surrender as he expertly tosses your socks in the hamper across the room. He smiles at you as he turns, caging your body with his strong arms either side of your hips. He looks down at you with a small smile and you admire his warm brown eyes, soft, patchy beard, and strong, sharp nose. You inhale deeply as he maintains eye contact, again, something you don’t normally love but it feels good, right, when your Daddy is in control. His hands rest at the hem of your shirt as a small order leaves his soft lips. “Arms up, baby.”
You immediately obey, raising your arms above your shoulders as he lifts the soft white t-shirt up and over your head, tossing it on the mattress while his eyes roam down your near-naked torso. “Hmmm… there’s my pretty girl,” he murmurs softly.
You breathe out in awe as he praises you and calls you pretty, cheeks puffing from your tight-lipped smile. You open your mouth just a little as he strokes his hands down your shoulders, your arms, lightly tracing across your breasts, causing you to jolt, before moving his hands around to your back and effortlessly unclasping your bra, letting your breasts fall free.
They’re only small - a handful, Daddy says, which is enough, he always adds - and as to prove his point, his hand immediately move to your breasts cupping and squeezing them as he looks down at you adoringly. “Hmm… perfect tits, baby,” he murmurs with a sly smile. “Benny’s favourite body part of yours, am I right?” He asks with a wink and you groan, squeezing your eyes shut and turning away, not wanting to think about Benny right now. Not when Daddy is right here in front of you, tending to your desperate needs. “Hnnn….” You whimper a little impatiently. “Da-Daddy… no… you…” you stammer, unable to articulate your thoughts.
“Shh, honey, ‘s okay. I know. I was only teasin’. Benny ain’t here right now so you forget all about him, okay? Daddy’s here, and he’s gonna make sure you feel good, alrigh’?”
“Uh huh… hmmm… yes… please, Daddy,” you moan as he rubs your nipples into hard peaks. He leans down and kisses your lips again, this time a little more firmly, in response.
You whimper against his lips, hips bucking up towards him, his body, strong and hot, leaning over yours, but not quite touching you - other than his hands, before he releases your breasts and gently taps your shoulder, indicating for you to lie back on your bed.
You take a shaky breath, but do as he directs, leaning up on your elbows to watch as he kneels between your legs dangling off the mattress. His eyes remain on yours as his broad palms rest on your knees. “Good girl,” he says, his tone low and dark.
Your chest rises and falls quickly as he slips his fingers under your shorts, grabbing your underwear at the same time, and tugging both articles of clothing down and off your smooth legs in one fell swoop.
“Oh!” You gasp in shock at the semi-rough treatment, not expecting your gentle Daddy to switch into rough Daddy so quickly, but not exactly minding.
You shyly squeeze your legs together, still maintaining eye contact with Joel, knowing he wants you to try and be a good girl and watch him the whole time.
“Daddy…” you say, a plea - for what? You’re not sure.
He clucks his tongue, shaking his head slightly as he places his hands back on your knees and gentle pries them apart, eyes roaming from your face, down to his prized possession. Your pussy. Daddy’s cunt.
You gasp sharply as he lowers his head closer to your dampening core, his hot breath fanning over your bare cheeks - bare because it’s your older brother, Will’s job to keep you bare.
You hate any hair anywhere on your body, and Daddy doesn’t trust you shaving your most intimate areas, so Will took up responsibility once you were an adult. As embarrassing as it was, you also looked forward to the time spent with him. Yes, Will could be almost too strict and firm, playing the role of ‘overprotective’ big brother so well, but he always did a really good job shaving you, leaving you completely hairless, which you loved, and you got to spend some one-on-one time with him where he wasn’t lecturing you or admonishing you. He was just being loving and attentive towards you, praising you for being so good for him.
Your thoughts of your big brother are stripped from your mind as your daddy spreads his fingers on your upper thigh and pulls open your pussy lips, savouring your sweet cunt. “Mmm… baby… you’re dripping for me. Such a good girl for yer, Daddy, yeah?” He asks, rhetorically, lightly brushing a thumb on your very sensitive clitoris.
“Oh… Daddy… yes.. that… there… oh god, please!” You beg, already on edge even though he’s barely touched you. But you guess that’s what you get for being so strung out all day.
You hear your Dad ‘tut’ as he removes his hand from your pussy and leans back on his heels, tilting his head as he looks down at you. “Now, baby, you know how this goes,” he scolds gently. “Daddy decides what happens. You just have ta be a good girl and take what I give ya. Kay?” A hand comes down to grip your soft thigh firmly, squeezing a little to remind you who’s in charge. Who knows exactly what you need, cause you sure as hell don’t.
Whimpering apologetically, you nod your head quickly. “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry, Daddy. Thank you… thank you…” you stammer, swallowing loudly and looking up at him so earnestly. You’ll be good. You need whatever he’s going to give you.
He considers you for a second, trailing his eyes s l o w l y up and down your body before finally deciding on something.
He holds out a hand to you, instructing you, “Up,” shaking his palm impatiently at you.
You bottom lip falls down as you hesitate for a second and he shakes his hand more insistently at you. You reach your small hand out to his and he engulfs it in his palm, smoothly pulling you first to a sitting, then a standing position.
“Oof!” You exclaim in surprise as he takes your place, sitting on the edge of your bed, your soft white linen comforter providing a soothing backdrop for the strong, rugged man so powerfully sitting there.
You stand between his spread legs, all naked and vulnerable - but not worried, never worried with your Dad - as he rests his hands on your hips squeezing you softly and looking up at you. Even in his seated position he exudes Dominance.
Pursing his lips, he moves one hand around to cup one of your ass cheeks, squeezing firmly. “I think ya need a spankin’, baby,” he says quietly, assuredly.
You can only whimper softly in response.
“Over my lap, sweetheart,” he orders and your body is moving before you even realise what you’re doing. You need this, you think. He knew you needed this. You had no idea up until one second ago that this was what you needed, and now your Daddy was gonna give it you. How lucky you are, you think to yourself, to have a Daddy who not only loves you so much, but who knows exactly what you always need.
“Now this is jus’ a spankin’ to help ya feel better. You ain’t in trouble, sweetheart, okay?” You nod minutely as he sets the tone for this… act. “So no need to count ‘n’ thank me this time, alright?” You nod again, a little firmer as he places a palm on one of your cheeks and his other arm wraps around your waist. He traps your legs between his calves, his thick, strong, denim-clad legs securing you against him, the firm pressure helping to reset your restless body, alongside the spanking.
Your body tenses, preparing for the slap, while at the same time your cunt clenches against nothing. For you, there is a very fine line between pleasure and pain, and your Dad knows that well. In fact, you’re so strung out that you think you might cum from the spanking and it hasn’t even begun.
Without another word, Joel removes his hand, lifting it high into the air before bringing it swiftly down on your behind, leaving a resounding SLAP against the skin.
“Ow,” you mumble reflexively, the shock reaching your mind before the sting. He doesn’t relent, landing slap after slap against your soft flesh, all the while lecturing you.
“‘S okay, baby. Daddy knows what ya need.” SLAP!
“Tha’s it, let it all out. Let Daddy help ya.” SLAP! SLAP!
“Poor lil girl, havin’ a tough day on campus, yeah?” SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! “Well, it’s alright, baby. Daddy’s here.” SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
You’re whimpering constantly now, body shaking as you feel the heat rise in your ass and the tears fall from your face. You clench your fists in your comforter as your Dad finishes the spanking, resting his hand on your lower back, stroking softly.
“Shhh… shh… baby,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss the back of your head before stroking your hair. “You’re okay. Daddy’s got you.”
His words cause your sobs to amplify as you feel overwhelmed by his love and care. “Da-Daddy…” you whine, rocking your hips against his lap, feeling his hard bulge.
“I know, baby, I know… shhh…” he says as he gently lifts you off his lap, pulling you close to his chest for another nice, deep hug, mindful of your stinging ass.
“It’s… ohhh… I….” You stammer, your whole body tingling with pleasure as you feel the beginnings of an orgasm.
“Mmhmm… I got ya, babygirl,” he whispers, cradling your head as he lays you gently back on the bed and kneeling between your legs. He wastes no time resuming his position of spreading your cunt lips wide with his thumbs and licking a long stripe from your perineum all the way up to your clit, collecting your fluids as he moves. He licks slow circles around your clit, his fingers digging in deep against your thighs.
“Ohhhh… ughhhhhnnn… Daddy….” You moan bucking your hips up to get closer to his mouth but he places one strong forearm against your soft tummy, holding you down firmly. “Hnn.. nu… oh… no.. Daddy.. please…” you beg, but it seems as if he can’t hear you.
Joel buries his face deeper into you, using his tongue to capture your entire clitoris from the bottom up, sucking lightly and causing all manner of sensation to reach your core. You feel your stomach tighten and your toes curl as your orgasm finally washes over you, a tingling sensation reverberating from the inside out.
“Ohhhh… Daddy….” You moan, shaking as he works you through your release, never stopping, the pressure remaining the same, though he does move his hand gripping your thigh to stroke your lips, gathering some slick before inserting his thick ring and middle fingers inside your hot, aching cunt.
“Oh fu-… oh god!” you cry out, stopping yourself from cussing just in time, you hope. Your Dad hates it when you swear and you want to make sure you’re being so good for him right now cause you don’t want him to stop. You hear him huff a chuckle into your clit, his tongue swiping all over it, pressing down hard as his fingers thrust in and out of you.
“Hmm… watch yer mouth, baby,” Joel says with a firm kiss to your clit as he leans back, arm still pressed against your tummy as he thrusts and rolls his fingers inside you. “You gonna cum again for yer Daddy, yeah? Be a good girl and cum as many times as I make ya? That’ll help ya feel better, trust me, babygirl,” he reasons, diving back in and sucking on your sensitive little clit like it’s his favourite candy.
“Ohh… hnn… hn.. oh plea-” you pant as you feel your stomach tighten even harder this time and your pussy squeezes his fingers, trying to push them out, but with no luck, as your second orgasm of the afternoon gushes out of you. “Oh god… oh… oh…” you murmur, trying to twist away from the overstimulation, but your Dad holds you down.
“Nuh uh, baby,” he mumbles against your sloppy cunt. “I ain’t done with you yet…” he warns, his voice dark. With one last long suck against your clit, he pulls his fingers out, an obscene sound as he does, surreptitiously sucking on them before rushing to undo his belt and zipper with his other hand, his eyes boring into yours the whole time. You’re panting and blinking fast, trying to maintain eye contact but your whole body is tingly and achy. You reach a hand out, just slightly - you can barely move a muscle, but your Dad just nods at you, letting you know he’s coming, you’ll be alright.
As he finally frees his hard length, you let out a low moan. You’ve seen it a thousand times but it never fails to impress you. Joel’s cock is long, hard, and thick - solid, strong - just like him. His hair, greying alongside his beard with enough dark curls to show his virility. And as much as you hate hair on yourself, you love hair on your Daddy. The stark contrast reminds you just how strong and masculine he is, how well he can take care of you.
You whimper as he strokes himself, rubbing his thumb across the tip and the gentle pool of precum that’s gathered there, before he licks his lips, lowering himself to slot against you, not bothering to undress any further, only heightening the power difference between you.
“‘S okay, baby. Daddy’s gotcha,” he mumbles, leaning over you to press a kiss to your lips as he guides his fat tip inside your sloppy cunt, the girthy appendage pushing into your tight channel as he directs his length inside you, bottoming out with ease. Once he’s fully seated, he rests a minute, his hot, heavy body draped over yours, nuzzling your neck, a hand drawing soft circles on your side, tickling you slightly again.
“Da-Daddy…” you groan, wriggling a little away but feeling his whole length inside and you clench, eyes squeezed tight as he moves ever so slightly, teasing the spot inside you that makes you see stars. You try to control your breathing, feeling the tingles rumble throughout your body every time he moves slightly, setting off tiny semblances of an orgasm. Your eyes are squeezed permanently shut and rolled so far back in your head, you think you’ll black out, but you hear your Daddy’s soft, warm, low voice murmur, “Hey there, kiddo, easy now. Come on back to Daddy, that’s it… good girl. Need ya to look at me, baby,” and the order is what gets you.
Your eyes immediately fly open at the command, biting your bottom lip and nodding up at your Daddy.
“Hnn.. uh.. uh huh… yes, Daddy…” you mumble as he rocks against you, your whole body shaking with pleasure.
“You’re okay… that’s it, baby… let it all go… you’ll feel better…” he says as he begins to rock into you a little faster. You’re panting and rocking as he starts to pull out a little and push back into you - still at a maddeningly slow pace and hitting all the right spots, but oh god it feels good.
“I… Daddy… oh… please.. it’s… so… much…” you whimper, head lolling back onto the mattress as your Dad picks up the pace, grunting and panting as he fucks into, his thick length pushing deeper and deeper.
He brings a thumb to his lips, darting his tongue out to lick it quickly before bringing it down to where your bodies are joined and gripping your hard little clit between his thumb and forefinger, the tongue lick completely unnecessary with the copious liquid that’s gathering there.
“Ohhh… Daddy… hnnn… that… it’s too much…” you whine, panting, even as your hips arch up to meet him.
He grins at you, all the while continuing to thrust, as he leans down and captures first a nipple, then your lips with his teeth, smirking handsomely as he cups your head with his hand.
“Shh… baby, ‘s not too much. Daddy knows what ya need… hnnn…” he groans, hips jerking a little.
“Ohhh…” you whimper, your pussy squeezing him tight, almost as if it’s trying to push him out. You feel his pace stutter and he pushes all the way in, one final time, his hot tip spurting his release deep inside you, the sensation causing one more wave of pleasure to roll throughout your body, your toes curling and legs twisting, trying to both simultaneously savour the sensation and eradicate it. “Oh god… Dad- Daddy!” You whimper, tears falling from your eyes as your body releases the last of your tension.
Your Dad leans over you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and lifting you closer to his body, panting as he shoots his load inside your tight little pussy. “Oh… baby, that’s it… good girl… so good for Daddy.. mmm…” he praises, kissing your temple, your cheek, your nose, the side of your lips. You pant, open-mouthed back at him, needing more and he obliges, kissing you deeply, his tongue probing your mouth as he begins to soften still inside you, his heavy, solid, safe weight, baring down on top of you on your bed.
You’re definitely feeling less tense, though the mess after sex is making you a little uncomfortable. You squirm, wriggling under your Dad for a few seconds before he huffs out a laugh against your neck and pushing himself back from you, holding himself up with his elbows. “I know, baby, I know,” he chuckles, leaning down to kiss your lips again. “Stay there, pretty girl,” he softly orders as he makes his way to your bathroom to gather supplies to clean you up.
You lay back against your mattress, boneless, sated, warm, but cosy, a small smile on your lips. Your Daddy makes his way back, obviously having cleaned himself up in your bathroom as his jeans are buckled and zipped again and you pout as you see him fully dressed as he sits beside you on your bed, bringing a warm wash cloth to gently wash your face.
You lie as still as you can as he softly wipes away your tears of overwhelm and he then trails the wash cloth down your body to your still pulsing cunt. As he perfunctorily cleans the combined mess of the two of you, you ask, “How come you got dressed so quickly? I want you to cuddle with me and you can take your pants off,” you suggest, matter-of-factly.
Your dad just huffs out a small laugh, leaning down to gently kiss your hip bone before rubbing it lightly with his thumb. He loves the way you just say what’s on your mind, getting straight to the point, wanting clear answers to your questions. “Well, baby, as much as I’d love that…” he says, trailing off as he narrows his eyes looking at your vulva and he swipes the cloth through there a few more times. Satisfied, he tosses the wash cloth in your laundry basket before looking back at you, grabbing both your hands and pulling you to sit in his lap. “Right now,” he continues, “I gotta go get dinner ready. You wanna help, or you wanna rest a little here?” He asks, testing the waters to see how well he’s taken care of you - can you make a choice now, or are you still a bit overwhelmed?
You shake your head, not wanting him to leave, but you do really still want a little bit of alone time. “Can I stay up here for a bit? I’ll probably just nap or, I dunno, stare at the ceiling,” you explain, not despondent, just pragmatic.
Joel gives you a small smile. “Okay, baby. That sounds fine. But I’ll be right downstairs if ya need anything, okay?”
“Mmhmm…” you mumble as he squeezes you one more time before helping you get under your comforter and rest against the soft pillows.
He leans down over you, brushing some hair back behind your ear and leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Okay, sweetheart. I’ll send Benny up when dinner’s ready, Kay?”
You nod, satisfied, happy, and a little sleepy before another though jars you more alertly. “Wait, what are you making for dinner?” You ask, a little concerned that you won’t want to eat it.
He smiles indulgently at you, anticipating your thought-patterns. “We’re havin’ steak and potatoes, that alrigh’ with you, princess?” he asks, his tone a little dark, but the playful smile on his face lets you know he’s just joking.
Smiling tightly, satisfied with that you nod. “Okay. Thanks, Daddy,” you say softly, referring to more than just dinner.
“Anytime, baby,” he says, before he gently strokes your shoulder and heads downstairs as you lie there, gently rocking and decompressing after the day you’ve had.