Anything for the Man of the House: Ten Brats who Learn how to Behave (18 page)

Once I had dried off and put on
my clothes, I went to the kitchen to find some breakfast. I checked
the fridge to see if daddy had cooked anything and left a plate for
me. When I found nothing, I opted for a cream cheese bagel and some
fresh fruit.

I headed to my father’s den, a
place I wasn't allowed to eat when he was home. I flipped on the
TV, browsing the guide until I found something good to watch.
Settling for old sitcom reruns, I ate my breakfast in my dad’s
comfortable recliner.

Eventually, the old television
show was no longer holding my attention. As I carried my plate to
the dishwasher, I decided that maybe a movie would be better. I
headed back to the den, opening the cabinets to the left of the TV.
That was where the DVD player and movies were kept.

Browsing the selection, I was
unsatisfied to see that there was nothing new to watch…until I came
across a clear case. It wasn’t like the movie cases you buy in
stores. The DVD could be seen through the box, and it only had two
words written on it in a permanent marker: “Shawn’s movie.”

Intrigued, I couldn’t get the
DVD out of the box and into the player fast enough. I heard the
disc spinning as I grabbed the remote and settled back into my
father’s chair.

What kind of movie would he
have? Why hadn’t I seen it before?

A menu popped up once the DVD
had loaded. I had the choice between 4 chapters. Not knowing what
any of them were, I scrolled to “Chapter 1” and pressed the
“select” button on the remote. The screen went black for a few
seconds, before the scene opened up.

I couldn’t believe my eyes!
There were two people in the picture, a man and woman, lying on a
bed making out. Both were stark naked, the man rubbing his hand
along the small of the woman’s back. I watched with amazement as
the woman's mouth left the man's, trailing down his stomach before
taking in his dick.

Thanks to Dana, I knew that the
man was getting a blow job. The woman bounced up and down on his
manhood, slightly gagging when she went too far down. The man was
lying on the bed, his head on the pillow and his eyes closed. It
was obvious he was enjoying the oral sex given to him.

The man's hips started to buck
upward, causing the woman to choke on him even more. He groaned
everytime she made a throaty noise, apparently turned on by the
gagging.

I sat in my dad's chair, frozen.
I'd never seen anything like this before. Dana and I had talked
about sex, but she never offered up a dirty movie like the one with
Daddy’s name on it!

Speaking of Daddy, he obviously
wanted to keep me from seeing things like this, no matter how
excited I got by watching them. The woman on the bed got up on her
knees, her mouth never losing contact with his dick. She threw a
leg over the man’s head, straddling him so he can total access to
lick her. The two moaned and jerked while a pleasured one
another.

I felt that familiar tingle in
my pussy, the same I had felt in the shower, return, begging for me
to slip my hand beneath the waistband of my panties. I did so
instinctively, finding the thin material to already be wet. My
fingers rubbed my slippery lips while I watched the man push the
woman off of him.

He rose from the bed,
positioning himself behind the woman while she was still on all
fours. The camera zoomed in on his rock hard cock, giving me a
bird’s eye view as it slid into the woman’s slick hole. He pumped
in and out of her, their moaning intensifies while they fucked.

My own fingers sped up against
my clit, alternating between massaging and dipping inside my own
canal. I imagined what it would be like to have a hard cock filling
me. If the woman on the screen was any indication, I would like it
very much!

I continued watching until the
man withdrew from the woman’s pussy. She remained in place as he
stroked himself before finally erupting with a grunt. His sperm
landed on her, thick, white spurts coating her lower back.

As I watched him come, my own
climax ripped through my body. I writhed on Daddy’s recliner as I
enjoyed the pleasure, my own moans mirroring the ones coming from
the television.

Coming down from my orgasm, I
pulled my fingers from my soaking pussy just as I noticed that the
next chapter of the DVD was starting. The man and woman in this
scene wasted no time getting down to business. The woman was laying
on her back on a leather sofa, the man on his knees in the
floor.

His tongue was lapping at her
folds, eating her pussy while she whimpered. She ran her fingers
through his hair, taking a handful as she called his name.

“Oh, Bobby!”

“What in the hell are you
watching, Lexie?” my daddy voice boomed from behind me. I jumped
off the chair so fast that I sent the remote control flying across
the room. I stayed where I was, making no attempt to retrieve the
clicker but instead, facing my father.

“Daddy! I’m sorry, I didn’t know
what it was.”

“Turn it off, now.” His stern
voice let me know I was in deep shit. I grabbed the remote from the
floor, pressing the power button to shut off the DVD player. The
screen flicked to blue before I reached up and turned off the TV
too.

“Why were you in my den anyways,
Lexie? You have a TV in your own room.”

“I know, Daddy. I was bored and
came in here to watch a movie.”

“You expect me to believe that?
It looked like you were in here having fun.”

“No, Daddy. Really! I was
looking through the movies and I didn’t recognize this one, so I
put it in and found…” my voice trailed off, unable to speak about
what I had been watching. Tears threatened the back of my eyes, but
I blinked them back. No way was I going to appear weaker than I
already was to my daddy.

“Saw what, Lexie? People
fucking?! That’s exactly what you saw.”

Daddy strode over to the DVD
player, removing the disc.

“Do you see what it says here?”
he asked as he held up the movie.

“Yes, Daddy,” I responded, my
voice barely louder than a whisper.

“For Shawn doesn’t mean Lexie
can watch it too.” He inhaled as he stood beside me, catching a
whiff of something. I was dumbfounded until he grabbed my hand,
sniffing the fingers that I just been between my legs. He smirked
as the immediately recognized the scent.

“You fingered yourself while you
were watching?” he said in a questioning tone, though there was no
doubt that he knew. I stood there with my eyes on him, unable to
confirm that I had masturbated to the porn movie.

“Answer me, Lex. Did you rub
your pussy while you watched my movie?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I mumbled, looking
away as my face felt hot. No doubt it was 50 shades of pink.

“I can’t believe I come home for
lunch and find my little girl fingering herself to a dirty movie. I
thought I raised you better than that.”

“You did, Daddy. I’m sorry I was
bad. I promise I’ll never watch it again!” I wailed. Daddy
contemplated what to do next. Finally, he sat down in his reclined
and grabbed my hand.

“Lexie, I need to show you what
happens to little girls who go through other people’s things
without permission. And who watch naughty movies when their daddy
is at work.” He pulled me closer to him, until I was standing to
the side of his lap.

“Lay down in my lap. It’s time
you got your first real spanking,” Daddy ordered.

“What? Please, Daddy. I will be
good from now on!” I shrieked. The thought of my daddy’s hand on my
ass intrigued me, but the embarrassment had me trying to talk him
out of it. Like that was going to work…

“Lexie, do as I say. Now, or
you’ll get an even bigger spanking.”

Mortified, I leaned down and
spread myself across Daddy’s legs. His strong hand rubbed my thin
capris before he moved it, only to bring it down hard a second
later.

WHACK!

The first spank stunned me a
little. Not because of the pain, but because of the prickle it sent
through my pussy. Was I really getting turned on from being
disciplined by Daddy’s hands?

CRACK!

POP!

Each smack of my ass sent me
into a squirming fit. My panties, already damp from the video I
watched, would be soaked by the time the spanking was over.

“Hold still!” Daddy commanded,
but I couldn’t help it. When the next strike landed on my ass, I
writhed with discomfort and delight.

“That’s it,” Daddy said. He
yanked at the waistband of my pants, pulling them and my panties
down at once. Just like that, my ass was bare for my father.

SMACK!

A bare ass spanking hurt much
worse than one with clothes on. But, it also turned me on more too.
Especially when Daddy massaged the heated skin before each
strike.

By the time he was finished, I
was in need of another release. Never had I orgasmed more than once
in a single day. I was working on my third. If he didn’t somehow
finish me off, I’d have to as soon as he left to go back to
work.

“I think that’s good for now.
Get up,” Daddy demanded. I stood, my ass stinging as I moved.

“You probably don’t want to sit
down for a little bit. I hope that teaches you a lesson
though.”

I only nodded as I stood there,
naked from the waist down. My pussy was eye level with his face, as
he stopped talking I saw his eyes drifted down to the swollen
lips.

“Damn it, sweetheart. Either
that movie really turned you on, or you like being spanked by
Daddy,” he quipped as he slide a finger between my labia. I closed
my eyes and moaned, my legs feeling like they wanted to give way. I
wanted him to finger me to another climax, but his finger left my
crotch after a single stroke.

When I opened my eyes, I watched
my father pop his finger out of his mouth, clearly cleaning the
juices off it.

“Mmm, such a sweet pussy.” he
commented. He glanced at his watch, sighing as he got up from the
recliner.

“I have to get back to work.
Clean up, and we will finish this tonight.” I nodded again.

“And no matter what, no touching
yourself. Don’t even clean there.” With that last demand, he was
back out the door. I stood there, the air feel good on my raw, bare
ass. I wasn’t sure how to feel about what had happened in the past
hour.

Watching my first porn, being
caught by Daddy, getting a spanking…it was a lot to take in. Now,
all I wanted to do was fuck my little cunt until I came hard,
thinking about my daddy. But I wasn’t allowed touch myself.

I grabbed my clothes and went up
to my room. Tossing the soiled panties into the hamper, I pulled
out a fresh pair and put them and my capris on.

The rest of the day seemed to
drag by. Around 4:30pm, I decided to occupy myself by making dinner
for Daddy and me. I was anxious to find out what he meant by “we
will finish this tonight,” and having dinner out of the way meant
we’d get to his plans sooner.

When Daddy walked in the door 45
minutes later, I had a steamy pot of spaghetti, fresh salad, and
toasted garlic bread waiting for him on the dining room table.

“Well, what a pleasant
surprise,” Daddy reeled. He sat down and started fixing his plate,
as if nothing had happened a few hours ago. We ate in silence. I
was sure that was to continue torturing me about what he had in
mind. When Daddy was finished, he carried his plate to the
dishwasher and retreated to the basement.

I wasn’t sure what to do, but I
knew the kitchen needed to be cleaned. As I was drying the pot I
had used for the spaghetti, Daddy reappeared.

“As soon as you are finished, I
want you to go take off your clothes. Then come find me
downstairs.” With that, he was gone again. I put away the dried
dishes with trembling fingers. I was nervous, excited, and anxious,
feeling it all in the pit of my stomach.

I didn’t want to keep Daddy
waiting, so I took the stairs two at a time as I headed to my room.
Tossing all of my clothes in the basket, I applied a little more
deodorant and spritzed myself with my favorite perfume. I brushed
out my wavy, brown hair and looked in the mirror one last time as I
headed to find my father.

When I entered the basement, I
saw that the couch that usually faced the television was turned. It
was now facing a video camera mounted on a tripod. There was a
spotlight just behind the camera, illuminating the sofa.

Holy shit! Was Daddy going to
make me do a movie?

“Come over here, sweetheart. Sit
on the couch,” Daddy instructed as he placed a small disc inside
the camcorder. I did as I was told, feeling awkward that I was bare
ass naked in front of the man of the house. After what happened
during lunchtime, I guessed I had no reason to be
uncomfortable.

“Since you like to watch dirty
movies, I think we should make one. Don’t you?” Before today, my
knowledge of sex was extremely limited. Even with that I’ve gained
today, I doubted I’d know enough to make a good porn star.

“But, Daddy. I don’t really…know
much about…this kind of stuff.”

“I can tell you know enough.
Watching my DVD gave you a head’s up. You sure you are even a
virgin, Lexie?”

“Yes, Daddy!” I shrieked in
response. “I have never been with anyone!” I could tell my reply
aroused him, the bulge forming in his pants evidence. I wondered if
he was more turned on by the fact that he was going to take me…or
that he was going to take a tight virgin.

“Well, today’s your lucky
day.”

Though I should have dreaded
what was about to happen…being on tape, getting fucked by my
father, the only thing I could feel was excitement and nervousness.
Excited for what was about to happen, nervous that I wouldn’t have
a clue what to do when the time came. Butterflies were swarming
through my stomach, my palms slightly sweaty even though the room
was cool.

Once he finished messing with
the camera, Daddy stepped up beside it and began unbuttoning his
shirt. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he pulled the top down
and off his strong arms. His snug-fitting undershirt followed, over
his head in seconds.