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The Santa Ana Winds. Their original name was the Satanya winds, meaning devil winds in Spanish. They could blow up to forty and even fifty miles per hour, sustained. And the hot dry air usually brought brush fires and fear to the Angelenos. Anything could happen when the Devil winds blew...

Tuesday

“And this is my daughter, Bailey. Bailey, say hi to Roger.”

My girlfriend, Tracy, was trying to introduce me to her 16-year-old daughter, who wasn’t showing a whole lot of interest in meeting me. We had been dating almost six months and she finally brought me home to meet her daughter. She sat at her little desk in an oversized t-shirt and long sleeping pants, her sandy blonde hair still damp from the shower, supposedly doing homework. Her room was decorated in the Early Demolition style so popular with teenagers. I couldn’t find a single spot on the floor that wasn’t covered in at least one layer of clothes or something else.

Bailey didn’t look in my direction.

“It’s nice to meet you, Bailey,” I offered. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

She typed really fast, then paused and looked at the screen. I checked out her room, some posters of bands I did and didn’t know, other posters that had ripped corners and hung funny. The amount of dirty clothes all over the place gave me some anxiety.

“Yeah,” she responded after another brief flurry of fingers on the keyboard. “So like, I’m really busy right now? And I kinda don’t care, so, can you guys like, go or something?”

Ugh, she had that annoying habit of making most of her sentences sound like a question?

“Okay, we’re sorry honey. I just wanted you to meet Roger because he’s going to be around a bit.”

“Yeah, I feel like, you’re just forcing all this shit on me without like, fucking worrying about my feelings and stuff? Is he supposed to be my new Dad? It’s not gonna happen.”

“Okay, we’re going. Sorry. I love you, good night honey.”

A grunt was all the response we got.

Tracy closed her door, quietly, Her pained face showed her embarrassment, and I could also see she just didn’t know how to handle her daughter at all. We walked back down the hall to the kitchen and sat at the table.

“This was… she’s actually being really nice right now.”

I reached out and held her hand. “Tracy. Didn’t you say she has a big test tomorrow? She’s not studying, she was messaging people. You can tell by the way she’s typing.”

“I know… I just… it’s so hard, Roger.”

Tracy had told me all about herself and Bailey, how they had lost Michael in Afghanistan a year and a half ago. Bailey and her dad had been really close, and she was not able to handle her father’s death. Bailey wouldn’t talk with counselors, wouldn’t speak about it with her mom, either. She began acting out a few months later, and Tracy didn’t have the heart to discipline her. Bailey became difficult, then impossible, and now she’s reached a point where she was basically intolerable and out of control.

“I don’t know what to do with her. She’s going to ruin her life. And I feel like she blames me for everything.”

Just then, Bailey came into the kitchen and opened the fridge. She pulled out a half-gallon milk carton, grabbed some Oreos from the pantry and headed back to her room.

“Why don’t you buy us some fucking food, Mother. And stop looking at my ass, creep.” Those were her parting words. She did have a nice ass, just like her mom. It was the perfect combination of firm and jiggly.

I looked at Tracy and raised my eyebrows. Bailey left both the pantry and the refrigerator doors wide open.

“She’s just as bad as you said she was. I thought you were exaggerating.”

Tracy began to cry, dropping her head onto her folded arms on the table. I leaned over and rubbed her shoulders, telling her it was going to be alright.

“No, I don’t think it will. She’s only gotten worse. And you’re going to leave now. I mean, who wants to live with this? It’s constant, Roger, it never gets better. Michael, he… he was the only one who could handle her. It breaks my heart. She’s already drinking and smoking pot and probably having sex, too. It’s just a matter of time before she drops out of school and becomes a crack whore.”

I tried to console her. “I don’t think she’s that far gone, yet. You’re going to have to stand up to her, though. Set some boundaries.”

“I know, I know! But I can’t…”

“I can try, if you let me. But it might get worse before it gets better. Will you trust me? I’ll need you to back me up on this.”

“I will do anything you say, as long as you can be strong for me. I can’t do it by myself, as you can see.”

Friday Afternoon

“Why the fuck are you here again?” asked Bailey as she returned from school. The late afternoon sun streamed through the kitchen windows, bathing everything in a soft orange glow. The temps had gone up again and the Santa Ana winds were picking up, making everyone on edge.

“Your mom said it was okay. She had to cover another shift. I thought you and I could make dinner tonight for her. We can brown some ground beef and make spaghetti.”

She tapped incessantly on her phone. A palm tree out front kept leaning over in the wind, whacking the house with its fronds.

“Did you say something, creep?”

“Yeah. Let’s make dinner for your mom. Help her out a little bit.”

“That’s her job. You make dinner if you want to. I’m going out.”

My arm snaked out and I took her phone away from her. She came at me hard, screaming and grabbing. I shoved the phone in my front pants pocket.

“Oh, you think it’s safe there? Asshole!” She charged again at me. Bailey isn’t very big, but she was a lot stronger they she looked. After she kicked me a few times I finally managed to pick her up and force her into a chair at the kitchen table.

We eyed each other in an uneasy truce, both of us breathing hard. She wanted to leave but she wanted her phone too.

“Gimme my phone, fucker.”

“Not until you listen to what I have to say.”

She jumped up and tried to grab my phone again. I pushed her back in her chair. She glared at me with eyes that could kill.

“Fine. Talk. Like it’s going to make any difference?”

Shakily, I told her my story; how my mother died in a car crash when I was thirteen; how it ruined me for a long time. But with help from my dad and friends I got through it. It wasn’t easy, but I was able to come through it. I told her she wasn’t alone, she had people who loved her, and that I cared for her and wanted to help. I even got a little teary eyed. I finally finished it up with how we could make her life better, and she could be whomever she wanted to be.

The wind whipped harder, that palm tree slapped the house regularly now.

“Are you done?”

“Yes.”

“Can I have my phone?”

I sighed. “Did you even hear what I said?”

“Yeah. Your mom left you because she didn’t love you and you’re a little bitch. Oh, I’m sorry? Was there more?”

Fuck, she was good. Her walls were very high and very strong. It was very naive of me to think I could penetrate them with just a sob story.

“Yeah, there’s more. Help me make dinner for your mom.”

“Yeah. So like, that’s not going to happen? I guess you’re kind of stupid? I said that already. I’m going to a party tonight and I need a ride.”

“Yeah. So like, that’s not going to happen?” I said that in my best sarcastic voice.

“I’m going to my room.”

And she stood up and stomped away. I waited about ten seconds before I followed her. She slammed her door shut. I hustled down the hall and turned the lock on the new deadbolt I had installed today. It’s the kind where there’s no handle, it requires a key in either side to open it. I had both keys in my pocket. They didn’t live in a great part of town. Like every other house in the neighborhood, they had security bars over the windows to protect them from burglars.

It took about ten seconds for Bailey to realize that I had taken her computer, and that she was now locked in her bedroom.

The fit she threw was monumental. I didn’t know anyone could scream for a half hour straight. I couldn’t understand most of it, but a few words I understood. Asshole, dick, pervert, kill, and asshole again. She said that one a lot.

Tracy came home, and I apprised her of the situation. She immediately tried to get the key from me to let her out.

“No, honey. We have to let this play out. She needs to learn a lesson.”

Tracy wrung her hands. “This reminds me of when Mike would punish her. I would get very upset, but it was okay in the end.”

“And it will be okay tonight, too. I promise you. You’re going to have to trust me. Do you?”

“Yes, I think so.”

“Tracy, I need your cooperation in this. I know what she needs. Now, get me some waters, the Oreos, and that plastic tub you soak your feet in. After I go in there, lock the room immediately, understand? Good. I have a key also but I won’t tell her that. Do not open the door, unless I ask you to. Got it?”

“Yes, Roger. I promise I won’t.”

We got the stuff together, and tiptoed down the hall. Putting our ears to the door, we couldn’t hear anything.

“Ok, this is it. Close and lock the door as soon as I’m inside.”

Tracy nodded.

I burst into the room to find Bailey lying prone on her bed, resting in her elbows and writing in a spiral notebook. She wore the same thing she had on this afternoon; stretchy yoga pants and a tank top. Tracy slid the bolt quickly behind me.

Pure malice poured from Bailey.

“Got another boring story for me? I can’t wait. You can’t keep me locked up in here forever. Mom will find out.”

“Your mom is already home, she locked the door. Now, you have a choice. Do you want to come with me and help us make dinner, or not?”

She made a laughing, snorting noise. I think it’s called a ‘guffaw.’

“Yeah, right. So like, we’re just a happy little family unit now? Making dinner? You’ve watched like, too many stupid movies or something.”

I tossed her a water bottle from the tub of goodies I brought in.

“I’m not taking anything from you.”

“Yeah, I kinda figured that.”

I sat the tub down on her desk, then I grabbed a water and sat beside her on her bed. She scooted away from me.

“We can do this the hard way, or the easy way. It’s your choice. But you need to change your ways or you’re going to end up in jail, or on the streets, or dead somewhere. You are throwing your life away. Your mother cares for you very much. So by extension, I care, also. You can be anything you want to be, but you’re choosing to be a stupid bitch, instead.”

“How about we do it no way then. You aren’t my father, you never will be.”

I opened the water bottle and took a few sips. I held it towards her, offering it, she shook her head and said “Ewwww.”

I sat the bottle down on her nightstand.

It was time.

Swiftly, I reached over and grabbed her right wrist and pulled her towards me, hard. Her little 110 pound body slid over the duvet and then slid over my lap. Bailey immediately shrieked and began struggling, realizing what was happening as she lay across my lap.

I managed to grab both her hands and held them behind her back as she kicked and squirmed, struggling to get off of me.

“Bailey, this will be over the sooner you relax.”

“MOM! He’s attacking me! Help!”

Spank

I landed my first swat squarely on her bottom.

She stopped struggling and looked back at me, her face incredulous.

“You’re, you’re going to spank me? Oh my God you are such a fucking pervert!”

She spit at me but missed as her head wasn’t at a good angle. I pressed down on her wrists, pushing them against her back and I brought the spanks.

Spank

Spank

Spank

Spank

These were medium swats, my hand about a foot up in the air. I didn’t yell or scream, or even raise my voice. I just methodically spanked her. Over and over again.

She laughed at me for about the first five or so. Then she began screaming and threatening me.

Spank

Spank

Spank

Spank

After twenty-five I paused, my cock harder than a rock.

“Help me with dinner?”

“Fuck you, asshole. I’m calling the cops.”

Charming, to the last. Time to up the ante.

I lifted my hand higher, and brought it down harder each time.

SPANK

SPANK

SPANK

SPANK

Bailey cried out at these harder strokes. I began varying the landing zone, moving over to just her right cheek, then traveling up and down to her lower back and upper thigh. Next, my hand came down on her left side and traveled up and down that cheek, too.

Even though her stretch pants held her cheeks tight, I still got a good jiggle with each spank.

I stopped at the next twenty-five. My hand stung a little and I shook it several times trying to restore the feeling in it.

I took stock of our situation. Bailey lay across my lap, her knees at my right side and her stomach lying across my hard cock. She breathed heavily, her face turned away from me. I still held her hands behind her back although she had ceased struggling.

“Bailey, do you want some water?”

She didn’t move for five seconds, then gave me a barely perceptible nod.

I released her hands. “Go grab us that one on your nightstand, please.”

She slowly scooted off of me, still breathing hard and rubbing her ass cheeks for a few moments. Picking up the water, she downed the rest of the half-liter bottle, water trickling out the side of her mouth. She wiped it, panting still.

She looked at me when she realized she drank the whole thing. A scared look crossed her face. I realized her eyes were bloodshot as I held her gaze.

“Is… is there another one?”

Wow. She actually thought of someone other than herself.

“Yes, thank you. Over in the tub. Please bring me one.”

She did so, handing it awkwardly to me. She looked at herself in her full length mirror on the back of her door. She slowly turned around but looked over her shoulder so she could see her bottom.

Slowly, she peeled down the hem of her yoga pants to inspect the damage. She gasped as just a few inches down she saw bright pink.

She looked over at me. “Can… can we be done now?”

Most of the sneer was gone from her voice, and most of the fire seemed to have gone out of her eyes.

But, only ‘most.’

“Bailey, there’s learning a lesson, and then there’s knowing a lesson. I want you to know, to understand fully.”

She nodded her head reluctantly. She didn’t want to give in to me, she was still fighting it. She looked at my crotch, my bulge very apparent.

“Come over here, please.”

She looked down at the floor and took the eight steps back to me. She began to crawl over my lap when I stopped her.

“Why don’t you just lay face down on the bed… but keep your feet on the floor… that’s right, just bend at the waist. You know what? Let’s stuff a couple pillows under you… perfect! That’ll be a little more comfortable for you.”

“Thank you,” she said quietly. Her ass stuck up noticeably in the air now, her legs trailing down to the floor.

I stood up straight and unbuckled my belt, sliding it slowly out of its loops.

“Oh… God… Roger, please.”

I folded the belt in half, wondering what the ‘please’ was for. Please don’t hit me with that or… please do hit me with that?

“You’re lucky I’m not a big fat guy or the belt would be longer. The longer the belt, the faster it travels, and the more it stings.”

I grabbed a small pillow and gave it to her to hold.

“Bite or scream into this, it will help.”

I stood to her left side so I could swing with my right arm. I took a few very slow swings to make sure I got my footing right, that I wasn’t too close or too far. I backed up a couple inches, finally satisfied.

“Count these for me, Bailey. If you lose track, we will start over. Thirty isn’t that many.”

“Thirty? God, no!”

“Wow. Okay then. Forty.”

“No! You asshole! Twenty!”

I swung the belt hard.

Strike!

She grunted hard. I waited a moment. Then spoke. “You want to negotiate? Fine. I’ll meet you in the middle. Thirty-five.”

Strike!

She yelled at that one. “That’s not lower! That’s higher!”

“Thirty-seven?” I asked.

Strike!

“Ahh shit, Roger! Ouch!” She reached back to try and rub her bottom to get some relief.

“No! Or I will whip your arms too. Did you want to start counting at some point? We’re still at zero.”

Strike!

“Shit! Motherfucker! That’s four.”

“No, Bailey. That’s one. You haven’t counted any yet.”

“One, fuck.”

I struck her rapidly with the belt, full swings but very fast.

Strike! Strike! Strike! Strike!

Bailey howled into her pillow, screaming to God and cursing everyone and everything.

I heard the key in the door and went to intercept Tracy.

“Roger?” she asked.

“She’s fine. We are making great progress.”

“I’m not sure about this.”

“It’s working, go back out there.”

I went back to the bed. Bailey was too busy trying to breathe and hadn’t heard Tracy come in or go back out.

“How many is that, sweetie?”

“Um, I think four?”

“It’s actually five, so I will let it slide since you didn’t try and cheat. I need to check the damage though.”

With that, I tucked my fingers under the hem of her yoga pants. Peeling them down, I revealed a lot of pink. I kept pulling down, more and more, revealing her complete ass to me.

“Roger… please”

Again, the uncertain ’please.’ The redness made me proud, very even and all-encompassing. The heat rising off her ass could have defrosted a whole chicken. And her scent practically assaulted my nostrils. This was almost too good to be true.

Bailey turned her head to look at me, her face as red as her bottom.

“I need to be able to tell what areas need more attention and what places have had enough,” I explained.

She faced forward again, her hands wrapped around her pillow. I pulled her pants completely off, she stepped out of them when I got them to her feet. My hands spread her legs apart, then slid up her legs, smooth and soft. I rubbed her warm bottom, so firm and tight.

She cooed softly, I knew it felt good for her. I quickly stepped back and gave her five more strikes, harder this time.

STRIKE… STRIKE… STRIKE… STRIKE… STRIKE.

“T-ten,” she counted. A thin film of sweat formed over her body. Each strike caused a whimper. I felt each strike throughout my own body. Each strike reverberated through my cock, trapped tight in my jeans.

STRIKE… STRIKE… STRIKE… STRIKE… STRIKE.

“... fourteen… fifteen.”

I hadn’t strayed much. The belt landed evenly across both cheeks. Deep red marks appeared, and welts began forming. A couple white-ish spots began forming, too. Those places shouldn’t get any more strikes.

I moved in closer to her, changing my angle. I dragged the folded belt from the back of her neck slowly down her back, down her crack, and right over her spread pussy. I looked at the belt as I turned it over.

“Your pussy is very wet. Incredibly wet.”

She turned away from me, her face buried in her pillow. I traced the fingers of my left hand lightly over her bottom. I ran them down her crack, stopping to play with her little back door. It was damp there from her sweating, my fingers swirled delicately around her opening. She clenched at first, then slowly relaxed relaxed.

I pressed down a little firmer on the skin between her rectum and vagina, eliciting a long moan. Without warning I brought a

STRIKE...

… on her lower thigh. She clenched and cried out in pain, then my hand slid over her pussy lips.

Her cry turned into a moan as my fingers lightly danced over her wet lips.

Smooth. Not a hair to be found.

She pulled her legs in a bit, making her ass raise higher for me. The sweet smell of her desire began filling the room.

“Sixteen,” she sniffed.

STRIKE

“Seventeen.”

STRIKE STRIKE STRIKE

I alternated each of these last blows on her upper thighs right near her pussy.

“Twenty,” her voice faltered.

My hand snuck all the way down, completely cupping her pussy such that the tip of my middle finger rested on her clitoris. I applied more pressure and gently rubbed back and forth.

“Oh my God, Da—… Roger. That feels… incredible…”

My fingers slipped between her wet lips, exploring gently, lightly stroking her sex. I pushed and prodded, my fingers circling and probing her wetness.

STRIKE!

The hard hit landed where her right thigh met her ass cheek, marking her thigh. Bailey cried out in pain at the sudden stroke and followed with a moan as two of my fingers entered her vagina. As her mother suspected, she was not a virgin.

“Twenty-one,” she whispered.

Bailey began humping my fingers, her pussy rhythmically clenching and releasing on them. I twisted my hand so I could thumb her clit, eliciting more moans. My fingers curled forward as I mashed her clit.

“Oh god,” she whispered. “Oh god, yes… yes… Yes… YES! YES!”

I pulled my hand out of her and belted her ass as hard as I could. It wasn’t a full standing swing like before, but still a hard one. Only, this time, I swung it vertically so most of the strike landed square on her pussy.

“SHIT!” she screamed. I thrusted my fingers back inside her and mashed her clit again. She jerked and spasmed, involuntarily humping my fingers and cumming. She screamed and moaned into her pillow while her pulsing pussy sent waves of pleasure throughout her body.

The release hit her hard; she stopped moving after about ten seconds. She seemed to have passed out, I thought, as her body went completely limp. New juices flowed over my fingers, wetting the pillow underneath her.

I forced a third finger inside, stretching her pussy walls. She came again, squealing and moaning. I hit her with the belt a few more times across her back, her legs and her bottom. Bailey lost the ability to count or speak intelligibly, but I kept track and counted aloud for her.

“Thirty-two, thirty-three.”

She orgasmed the whole time, her creamy juices pouring out. Her limp body convulsing as new orgasms interrupted the existing ones. Each strike of my belt sent shivers through her body. Her body was my playground, she was putty in my hands, I could do anything I wanted to her. I had never been more turned on in my life.

STRIKE STRIKE!

“Thirty-seven. That’s it. Good girl.”

I pulled my fingers out from inside her body. Her chest heaved as she sobbed, her body sagged and she started slipping off the end of the bed. I hoisted her back up as I sat down at the head, pulling her on top of me.

Bailey clung to me and cried hard, her eyes and nose running onto my t-shirt. I held her tightly and kissed her head as she buried her face in my chest.

“You’re okay now, babygirl. You did so well, so good. You’re my good girl, aren’t you.” I kissed her forehead lightly.

She nodded against my chest, clinging tighter to me.

“Such a good little girl for me. You were so brave and strong.”

She nodded her head again. Her heavy sobs had diminished into a light weeping. I managed to reach over to the nightstand and grabbed the tissue box. She sat up a bit and blew her nose and wiped her face. Tossing them aside, she looked at me for a few moments, then started crying again and wrapped her arms around my neck.

My arms wrapped around her again, my right hand held the back of her head and my fingers ran through her hair.

She finally spoke, the first time in about fifteen minutes, her head buried in my neck.

“I… I haven’t been able to cum.. not since Daddy left me.”

She started crying again, her tears falling on my skin. I held her and rocked her gently.

“Shhhh, honey. I know, I know. He didn’t want to leave you. It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t your fault, either. I know he loved you very much. Did he, you know, did he used to spank you?”

She pulled back and looked me in the eye. A new tear rolled out from her left. She nodded her head, and looked back down at my chest.

“He spanked me but he never… did anything. But I know he got hard and I would play with myself for hours after he finished. I used to get in trouble on purpose just so he would spank me. I always hoped, like… someday... he would touch me.”

Bailey looked back up to me with damp eyes. “Are you… are you really in love with Mom? Or are you gonna leave me, too?”

“I love your mother very much, we make each other very happy. And… now… I love you, too.” I brushed a stray lock of hair away from her face. “I’ll stay, take care of you both.”

She smiled, then leaned in and kissed me on the lips. I slumped back against the headboard as our lips worked together sensually. We shared our breath as she kissed me so hard, passionately. Our lips parted and our tongues met, sending little sparks to my cock.

I reached underneath her, my hand on her pussy again.

“Oh… Daddy…”

Both our eyes sprung open when she said that.

“I mean… I’m sorry, Um, Roger.”

But I only smiled back at her. “I’m very flattered, even if it was just a Freudian slip. But, I like it.”

We kissed again, gentler this time. It was like our souls were getting to know each other, and they found comfort in each other’s hearts. Our bond was forming very quickly, and I knew it was to become very strong.

Her hand touched my face, and she looked lovingly into my eyes. “Are you going to…or, I guess I mean, do you want to fuck me, Daddy?”

“I want to very much, honestly. But not just yet. You’re in something called “sub space “ right now. It’s almost like a hypnotic state where you’re very susceptible to suggestion.”

“I love this feeling. If you fuck me, we will have more of it.”

“Yes. But… I want you to come for me of your own free will. Do you know what I mean? I want it to be a conscious decision on your part. In the meantime—“

I slipped three fingers inside her wet pussy again. We kissed passionately as I made her cum again.

“I love you Daddy… don’t leave me.”

“I won’t, I promise. We just have to get your mother involved, she needs to be okay with this.”

“I could… be your little fuck slave, for both of you. Or something. I don’t know, maybe that’s dumb?”

“It’s not dumb at all. Maybe both of you could be my love slaves.”

We hugged and kissed for a few more minutes. My head was spinning as I tried to think of how to present this to Tracy.

“Daddy, I have to go pee.”

I pointed to the tub I brought in earlier. “Go there.”

She rose up off me, giving me a funny look. “Mmm, you’re my kinky daddy, huh? You want to watch me pee?”

I looked at her, my face expressionless. “Do it.” It wasn’t just that I wanted to watch her, I did. But I also wanted her to get used to me telling her what to do, even if it was new or strange.

She walked over and picked up the tub, placing it on the floor. She stripped off her tank top as we had never gotten around to taking it off before. Squatting over the tub, she let loose a torrent, never breaking eye contact with me at all.

“Get us the cookies, babygirl.”

She grabbed the Oreos and we munched on some as we strategized about her mom, how to bring her into the fold, as it were. Bailey’s firm breasts felt great on me as we chilled in the bed.

The Santa Ana winds blew hard, making an occasional whistling sound through one of the windows that wasn’t sealed shut. The roar of a large gust surprised us both.

“Devil winds,” I chuckled.

“Maybe the devil is in me. I’ve been.. so mean and horrible.”

“That was just you trying to cope. You were pushing away anyone who tried to love you, you were too angry.”

“I’m not angry right now,” she smirked.

“Maybe I spanked the devil out of you.”

“Maybe you need to keep doing it. Although, I think I’ll be sleeping on my stomach tonight.”

I laughed at that. “Yeah, maybe so. We might have to get something other than that belt.”

“Whatever you think I need.”

“I think you need… to apologize to your mom.”

“Yeah… shit… I don’t know what to say.”

“If you just start with a hug, I’m sure the rest will follow naturally. How about I go warm her up for you. Come into her room in about half an hour, okay?”

She grinned. “Go make her happy, get her warmed up for me.”

Friday Evening

The winds picked up even more, sirens wailed as first responders answered their calls, and everyone stayed indoors.

I unlocked Bailey’s door and shut it behind me, leaving it unlocked. I couldn’t find Tracy but I saw the light on in her room. She sat on her bed, checking out her phone, she looked up when I came in.

“Oh hey! It got really quiet in there, so I left. Is… is she alright?”

“She won’t be able to sit normally for a couple days, maybe.”

“You… hit her. It sounded like you were hitting her hard. You… smell sweaty. You are sweaty.”

I started taking my shirt off.

“I am sweaty. It was hard work, taming your little wild child.” I pulled off my pants and boxers, showing her how hard I was.

“Why… why are you so hard, Roger? Did you… fuck her?”

I crawled on the bed, crawled on top of her.

“No, I would never go behind your back like that.”

“But you got all horny from her, and now you want to fuck me.”

I worked at her jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them.

“Yes. I’m going to fuck you hard. You know I love you, but this is more like a fucking instead of love making.”

I yanked her pants down. “Get those tits out for me. Now!” She reached inside her shirt and pulled each breast out of its cup, making them stand up high as she laid back down on the bed, legs spread wide open.

“Come fuck me, wild man.”

I spit in my hand, then wiped the saliva onto the head of my cock. Gripping him tightly, I forced my way inside her tight walls. The saliva helped, but it wasn’t quite enough. I leaned harder, putting my weight into it, She cried out as I shoved him deeper. Pulling him back an inch or so allowed for a little more of her juices to help out, and I plunged all the way in till my thighs slammed against hers. I felt her pussy dampening under my rough treatment.

I quickly pulled nearly out and forced him back inside in a hard jerky rhythm. Each time I slammed into her I grunted and she gave a small shout. Pushing with my feet, I put all my weight on her, rising and falling as I tried to fuck her right through the goddamned bed.

“Did you… did you spank her hard… baby?”

“I spanked her so hard… so much… my hand got sore (gasp)... I had to use my belt.” My cock stroked her hard.

“Oh fuck! Roger… yes! Yes! Yes!”

“I took her pants off and I... (gasp)... I spanked her bare ass!” I grabbed a breast and squeezed it hard, making a fist with her flesh inside, my nails digging into her breast.

Tracy screamed out, “Fuck! Yes! Oh shit Yes!”

“I used the belt on her bare ass… (gasp)... until… until she cried. Then I... (gasp)... hit her more.” I pinched her nipple and twisted it hard.

“Fuck, Roger, fuck! I’m cummmmmming oh shit!”

I felt my own orgasm closing in fast. I put my hand around her throat and applied pressure. Not quite a choke, more like just letting her know how crazy I was and I could choke her if I felt like it.

My cum blasted deep inside her, I screamed like a caveman as I spurted uncounted times, my cock spasming inside her. She bit my shoulder, electrifying me.

I collapsed on top of her, breathing so hard I couldn’t speak for a couple minutes. Tracy clung to me in the darkness, kissing and licking my shoulder and neck.

When I could finally talk again, I whispered in her ear.

“As we got near the end of the belting, I made her cum several times.”

“Oh my God! That’s so… crazy. But I would cum too if you spanked me like that.”

“I guess we will find out about that soon, huh? You want to be a good babygirl, too? Take a spanking from your daddy?”

“Yes,” she answered quietly.

“Boy, you guys fuck hard.” Bailey’s voice startled us as she called out from the hallway.

“How long you been standing there?” I demanded.

“Ever since the…” and she made a motion, mimicking me spitting in my hand.

“Oh god,” whined Tracy. “Turn around so I can get a robe on.”

Tracy went to the bathroom to freshen up and slip into something more presentable. Bailey came and sat on the bed next me, I made no move to cover up anything, my half hard slimy cock laying against my leg. Half hard because Bailey wore one of those beach cover-up things that are fairly see through, they’re made to go over the woman’s body as she wears her swim suit underneath. But of course, she had nothing on beneath.

“Nice cock. And you seem to know how to use it.”

“Thanks. Maybe I will use it on you soon.”

“Maybe you will! I’m, uh, sorry I came in so soon. I really want to talk to Mom.”

“I gotcha hon.” I found my boxers and my t-shirt and put them on. “I’ll leave you guys to it. I’ll be watching TV or something out there.” I tipped my head towards the family room.

She leaned up and kissed me on the cheek. I shut the door as I left so they could have their privacy.

I checked back a few times; the first I just heard crying through the door. About an hour later I heard them cackling like hens. Around midnight, I didn’t hear anything, soTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.