Unspoken Pleasure

"I think some kind of punishment is in order," James said. Molly nodded her head. She stared down at the ground. Face bright red. Even through his anger, James couldn't help but stare at her. Her breasts were practically popping out of that bra. And her ample hips and ass were far too much for those little, lacy panties. She was a sex goddess -- the actual embodiment of illicit desire trapped in a young girl's mortal body. Fucking hell. James felt himself getting hard. His cock snaked down his pant leg and threatened to burst right through. He tried to ignore it. Hoped Molly couldn't see. "You're already trapped in the house, so I don't see the point in grounding you. What do you think your punishment should be?" "I don't know," Molly said, she was on the edge of sobbing, "It needs to be something I remember. That will teach me not to tease you."

"Yes, I agree," James said, "I'm sorry, baby, but I only see one solution."

"Yes, Daddy," Molly squeaked, "Whatever you say."

"Lie face down on the bed," James said, "I'm going to give you a spanking."

A little smile jumped on to Molly's face, but she quickly swallowed it. "It might be better if... I mean, it might be easier for you if I lie over your lap," she said, "For my punishment."

"Yes, good idea," James said, "Thank you for being so understanding, Molly."

"No, you're right Daddy. I need to learn," Molly said.

James reached behind him and locked Molly's door. He sat down on the edge of his baby girl's bed. He patted his legs, gently. Molly nodded, then scampered over to him. She flopped over his legs. James didn't believe in physical punishment. He'd never hit Molly when she was younger.

Yet here he was.

He ran his eyes over his youngest daughter's pink, buxom body. James felt his anger drain out of him. Looking at Molly like this, he had only one emotion left.

"I'm sorry, baby, but I'm going to have to remove your panties," James said, "To administer the punishment."

"Yes, Daddy," Molly said, her voice muffled by the bed. James slowly slid the lacy, peach-y underwear down his daughter's legs. Revealed her perfect, heart-shaped bottom tantalizingly slowly. Then past her ass, and over the heat of his daughter's sex. It was radiating heat like a little sun. Moving further, he glorified in her soft thighs and warm skin. Finally, he pulled the lacy cloth over Molly's cute little feet and let it fall to the ground.

James cock, already hard, went to steel. Molly wriggled on his lap, her stomach rubbing against her father's aching erection. James gave her a warning.

"Sorry, Daddy. I'm just..." Molly seemed to search for the right word, then settled on, "Nervous."

"I understand, baby," James said, "But this is necessary."

"Yes, Daddy," Molly said. She couldn't keep the thrum out of her voice. "So necessary."

Whatever James had been angry about was lost to him. His daughter's naked bottom was like a mind wipe. He probably couldn't remember his own name, if asked. At this point, he figured he'd give Molly a few light slaps and escape before things got further out of control than they already were.

But when James reared back, he forgot entirely about his intention to be gentle.

SLAP!

"Oh ffffffFUCK!" Molly cried, "Daddy?!" She reached back to try and rub her bottom, but James pushed her hands away.

"This is your punishment little girl. Don't fight me on it."

"Yes, Daddy," Molly said, meekly, "It just stings so bad."

"Good," James said, "That's what it's supposed to do."

He raised his arm and went again.

SLAP.

Molly cried out again in pain.

SLAP SLAP SLAP

The blonde girl's rosy bottom was now bright red. Much more interesting, however, was her cunt. She'd already been aroused, James noticed before. But now her pussy was deep, bright purple. He could see how open it was. The sheen of moisture down her thigh. The scent of her.

"Daddy?" Molly asked. James looked down and saw that instead of slapping her booty, he'd been lightly rubbing it, up and down. He quickly removed his hand. "Only two more, baby," James said.

"OK," Molly said, and James couldn't tell if she was nervous or disappointed.

This time, James shifted his legs, causing Molly to open her thighs slightly. And he smacked lower, so his hand was hitting less cheek than far more interesting places. WHAP

James had held back a little, but he wasn't disappointed with the result. Molly grunted, gasped, and groaned. James smiled, then delivered one final blow to his baby girl's bottom. CRACK

Molly's head flew up, her eyes wide, and her whole body went taut. She flopped down, letting her head loll. She was breathing heavily. Her butt was even redder now, practically glowing. She slowly slid off her father's lap. "Thank you, Daddy," Molly said. She was standing there, in a bra and nothing else. Fucking fuck.

"I know that hurt but I hope it taught you a lesson," James said. He could barely keep his composure.

"Oh yes, Daddy," Molly said, far too pleasantly.

"Is your bottom sore?" James asked. Molly reached back and felt her butt, like she needed further confirmation.

"Oooh," she groaned, as she lightly rubbed her ass cheek. That was not helping with James' own throbbing ache.

"Let me get some lotion, at least," James said, "Help you recover."

Molly nodded. James went into the bathroom and found some aloe moisturizing lotion they used when the kids were badly sunburned. He brought it back into Molly's room and sat down on the bed. Molly assumed the position over her father's lap again without him even having to ask. She must have felt his steel pole trying to impale her, but she said nothing.NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

James squirted the aloe on to his hand. The white lotion made him think of the other cream he wanted to cover his daughter with. Despite being pressed under his little girl, his cock found a way to jolt. Again, Molly didn't say a word. James slowly spread the aloe over Molly's incredible ass. He rubbed it into the left cheek. Then the right.

"Ohhhh, Daddy," Molly said, "That feels so nice."

James was out of liquid, but he kept going. Massaging his daughter's butt. Molly's backside was surprisingly firm. It looked jiggly but it felt like fucking perfection.

He let his hands dip lower. Past her brown star and down to his daughter's pussy. It was still engorged, clearly wanting. He slipped a finger right in and Molly gasped. James reached down with his thumb and found her clit -- it wasn't hard, the little nub was practically as prominent as James' own erection. On a clit scale, anyway.