My daughter came home for the university holidays. She seemed distraught for some reason, we all tried to help her but it didn't seem to address what was actually on her mind.
On Sunday night, she and I were sitting in the living room. A warm cozy fire was burning. I was sitting on the couch lazily flipping through sports shows that I didn't really care about. My daughter was sitting in a comfortable chair next to the couch, but I could see that she did not feel comfortable.
"What's the matter, baby?", I asked.
"I don't know if I can talk to you about it", she said. "I would like to, but..."
"You can talk to me about anything, baby." She shifted in her seat. "I know what you and mom do," she suddenly said. "I had a long conversation with mom yesterday and she told me all about what you do."
I blushed. Her mother and I were into a lot of kinky sex, but I wasn't ready for my daughter to suddenly bring this up. But I am an honest person.
"Ok," I said. "Your mother and I are into some wild stuff, but why do you bring this up?"
My daughter had wild doe eyes. She seemed to be on the verge of crying. I considered getting up to comfort her, but something in her face made me reconsider. She didn't look like she wanted a hug at that particular moment.
"You never taught me anything about sex!" she suddenly screamed.
"It wasn't my place to teach you about sex. I'm your father."
"Mom didn't start the conversation," my daughter said. "I did. We were sitting around late last night, talking for hours. I saw her bruises." "How did you see her bruises?" "I don't know," my daughter said. "I think she got up to get a drink and her jeans were loose, and I saw the bruises on the top of her butt."
"Your mother and I have been doing that for a long time," I said carefully. "It's one of the things she likes the most about me, that I can give her that."
"But I need the same thiiiiiiing," my daughter wailed.
I sat there in silence, not sure what to do. I had not been expecting this. I had been planning to go watch the talking heads on TV ramble about sports, then maybe eat some weed gummies and go to bed. Beth was, I thought, already asleep in our bed. I had thrashed her ass so hard two days ago that she was needing all of her energy to recover. The orgasm she had had when I was close to finishing lashing her ass had been incredible. I could still remember her doe eyes right after she came, looking straight at me, loving me deeply for having given her that experience. I hadn't been able to stop kissing her for what seemed like an hour to me. I had run my hands over her hot, bruised ass over and over as she moaned slightly. Love is a crazy thing.
"Babe," I finally said. "Your mom and I have a deep connection, and part of that connection... ever since I met her... has been that she enjoys me doing these things to her. It wouldn't be very hard to find a boy who enjoys doing that to you. But please, please be careful! You can't just trust every boy you meet."
"I know that, dad," she said. Then suddenly she slipped her shirt off. I had not realized that her breasts were that big, or so wondefully shaped. For the first time in the conversation, I felt an urge in my crotch.
"Babe... please..." I said. "I love you but why are you doing this?" "Don't worry, daddy," she said. "You don't have to do anything."
She got up from the chair and left the room. I slowly watched the orange light fixture on the drawer next to the door, wondering what would come next but also hypnotized by that growing feeling in my dick.
The door opened again. A little burst of light came through from the kitchen. My daughter and her mother walked into the room. My crotch moved involuntarily when I saw that my girlfriend Beth was completely naked. I could see the deep welts on her ass jiggle with every step that her and my daughter took into the room. Beth put something down on the floor that I couldn't quite see, then she walked over to where my daughter had turned to face the wall right in front of the couch where I was sitting.
"Dad," my daugher said. "I think I need you to see this for real, and mom agrees."
With that, Beth suddenly pulled my daughter's shorts down to hang around her calves. Then she picked up something from the floor where she had put it before. It was a fearsome-looking bullwhip. Beth brought it over to me, with a sadistic smile on her face. She silently pointed out the sharp studs on the tip of the whip.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked both of them.
"I need someone to do this for me... aaaaaaaaah...." my daughter said as Beth began lashing her ass with the bullwhip. "I couldn't find any... guys... aaaaah... to do it." "You're a good girl", I said as I got up. "I thought of you too long as still my little kid and I didn't fully realize that you had started to have these needs. I hope that you find a good guy to give you what you need, but in the meanwhile..."
My crotch was on fire at this point.
I came up close to her. Her ass was beautifully welted. I ran my hand across her body.
"Put your ass out to receive the whip, baby," I said. Then I looked over to Beth. "Baby," I told Beth, "I'm not sure that we should do this." Beth looked me straight in the eye and said: "We shouldn't, but she has never come with another person before. We should give her this gift."
My daughter overheard the conversation. She turned her head back to face us and said: "Just whip me, beat me until I bleed. Break my skin, make me scream. You have no idea how long I have wanted this." I picked up the bullwhip and started to brutally lash her beautiful upturned ass.
On Sunday night, she and I were sitting in the living room. A warm cozy fire was burning. I was sitting on the couch lazily flipping through sports shows that I didn't really care about. My daughter was sitting in a comfortable chair next to the couch, but I could see that she did not feel comfortable.
"What's the matter, baby?", I asked.
"I don't know if I can talk to you about it", she said. "I would like to, but..."
"You can talk to me about anything, baby." She shifted in her seat. "I know what you and mom do," she suddenly said. "I had a long conversation with mom yesterday and she told me all about what you do."
I blushed. Her mother and I were into a lot of kinky sex, but I wasn't ready for my daughter to suddenly bring this up. But I am an honest person.
"Ok," I said. "Your mother and I are into some wild stuff, but why do you bring this up?"
My daughter had wild doe eyes. She seemed to be on the verge of crying. I considered getting up to comfort her, but something in her face made me reconsider. She didn't look like she wanted a hug at that particular moment.
"You never taught me anything about sex!" she suddenly screamed.
"It wasn't my place to teach you about sex. I'm your father."
"Mom didn't start the conversation," my daughter said. "I did. We were sitting around late last night, talking for hours. I saw her bruises." "How did you see her bruises?" "I don't know," my daughter said. "I think she got up to get a drink and her jeans were loose, and I saw the bruises on the top of her butt."
"Your mother and I have been doing that for a long time," I said carefully. "It's one of the things she likes the most about me, that I can give her that."
"But I need the same thiiiiiiing," my daughter wailed.
I sat there in silence, not sure what to do. I had not been expecting this. I had been planning to go watch the talking heads on TV ramble about sports, then maybe eat some weed gummies and go to bed. Beth was, I thought, already asleep in our bed. I had thrashed her ass so hard two days ago that she was needing all of her energy to recover. The orgasm she had had when I was close to finishing lashing her ass had been incredible. I could still remember her doe eyes right after she came, looking straight at me, loving me deeply for having given her that experience. I hadn't been able to stop kissing her for what seemed like an hour to me. I had run my hands over her hot, bruised ass over and over as she moaned slightly. Love is a crazy thing.
"Babe," I finally said. "Your mom and I have a deep connection, and part of that connection... ever since I met her... has been that she enjoys me doing these things to her. It wouldn't be very hard to find a boy who enjoys doing that to you. But please, please be careful! You can't just trust every boy you meet."
"I know that, dad," she said. Then suddenly she slipped her shirt off. I had not realized that her breasts were that big, or so wondefully shaped. For the first time in the conversation, I felt an urge in my crotch.
"Babe... please..." I said. "I love you but why are you doing this?" "Don't worry, daddy," she said. "You don't have to do anything."
She got up from the chair and left the room. I slowly watched the orange light fixture on the drawer next to the door, wondering what would come next but also hypnotized by that growing feeling in my dick.
The door opened again. A little burst of light came through from the kitchen. My daughter and her mother walked into the room. My crotch moved involuntarily when I saw that my girlfriend Beth was completely naked. I could see the deep welts on her ass jiggle with every step that her and my daughter took into the room. Beth put something down on the floor that I couldn't quite see, then she walked over to where my daughter had turned to face the wall right in front of the couch where I was sitting.
"Dad," my daugher said. "I think I need you to see this for real, and mom agrees."
With that, Beth suddenly pulled my daughter's shorts down to hang around her calves. Then she picked up something from the floor where she had put it before. It was a fearsome-looking bullwhip. Beth brought it over to me, with a sadistic smile on her face. She silently pointed out the sharp studs on the tip of the whip.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked both of them.
"I need someone to do this for me... aaaaaaaaah...." my daughter said as Beth began lashing her ass with the bullwhip. "I couldn't find any... guys... aaaaah... to do it." "You're a good girl", I said as I got up. "I thought of you too long as still my little kid and I didn't fully realize that you had started to have these needs. I hope that you find a good guy to give you what you need, but in the meanwhile..."
My crotch was on fire at this point.
I came up close to her. Her ass was beautifully welted. I ran my hand across her body.
"Put your ass out to receive the whip, baby," I said. Then I looked over to Beth. "Baby," I told Beth, "I'm not sure that we should do this." Beth looked me straight in the eye and said: "We shouldn't, but she has never come with another person before. We should give her this gift."
My daughter overheard the conversation. She turned her head back to face us and said: "Just whip me, beat me until I bleed. Break my skin, make me scream. You have no idea how long I have wanted this." I picked up the bullwhip and started to brutally lash her beautiful upturned ass.
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