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   Please note: All characters in this story are fictitious, any similarity
to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.  The author does not
necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities detailed in this
story, some of which are dangerous or illegal.

   Please keep in mind the difference between fantasy and reality.

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   Tanya's Punishment chapter 2

   Written by Janus Copyright 2003

   All my stories can be found at /~Janus



   The next day, Tanya found out how much worse it would get.  Her father
had just returned from a shopping trip when he asked her to sit on his lap.
Following his instructions, Tanya had worn a skirt with no panties so she
balked when told to sit on his lap.  Her father insisted however.

   "We'll just watch TV like we did back in the old days," he pressured
her. "You never sit on my lap anymore."

   Taking her by the wrists, he pulled her to his armchair. 
Half-heartedly, Ashley allowed herself to be pulled onto his lap, being
careful to keep her skirt between her butt and his legs.  She started by
merely sitting on his knees, but her dad pulled her closer to him.  First
he pulled her to his thighs.  And then after a few more minutes, to his
upper thigh.  From then, it was just a matter of her dad shifting slightly
and a few minute movements before her butt was pressed against his crotch
as he sat in the armchair.

   Then it got worse when her dad pulled the lever for the reclining
armchair.  He flipped out to an almost horizontal position and she had no
choice but to recline with him.  It wasn't long before Tanya felt something
hard poking her butt cheek.  Her ears turned bright red with embarrassment.
She knew what it was.

   "Daddy, can I please go?" Tanya begged him.  "I ... um, I don't feel
very well."

   "It's okay, sweetie," her dad said into her ear, making her flinch. 
"Daddy will make you feel better." He moved one hand to her breast while
the other began stroking her thigh underneath her skirt.  Tanya instantly
froze from the shock of being touched by her father.  Without a bra, the
only thing that separated her firm, fourteen year old breast from his
groping hand was the light cotton of her shirt.  Again, her body betrayed
her for her nipple grew hard under his touch.

   "Please... Daddy..." Tanya pleaded again.  But her father moved his
other hand to her breast, cupping and massaging both her breasts.  Tanya
fell silent.  Her father's penis was now rock hard as it pushed against
her. Unable to contain herself, Tanya emitted an inaudible sigh.  Her
breathing quickened as her father expertly manipulated her nipples,
squeezing and pinching the hard tips of her aureoles.  The teenage girl
could help herself as she sensed the first hints of wetness forming between
her legs.  Soon, the telltale scent of her lubrication reached her
nostrils.

   Her father must have smelled it as well for he reached down and tugged
up her skirt, revealing her bare shaved mound.  Despite the pleasurable
sensations coursing through her, Tanya knew that it was wrong for her
father to touch her.  "Please, Daddy, that's enough.  Stop..." she said
futilely.

   Instead, her dad dipped a finger into her slit, caressing her clit in
one long stroke before moving deeper to her vagina, teasing her lips a
moment before lightly penetrating up to his first knuckle.  Tanya's hips
jerked involuntarily.  Her father withdrew his finger and brought it to her
face.  Ashamed, Tanya saw how it glistened with her lubrication and the
familiar smell of it greeted her nose.

   "It doesn't look like your pussy wants me to stop," her dad told her. 
"Open your mouth Tanya."

   Realizing what he wanted to do, Tanya clamped her lips shut and shook
her head.

   "Open your mouth," her dad repeated.  "Remember our deal.  The car,
remember?"

   Humiliated, Tanya opened her mouth and her father pushed his wet finger
past her lips.  "Suck," he whispered into her ear.  Reluctantly, Tanya
closed her young lips around the digit in her mouth, her tongue pressing
against it.  Embarrassed, she tasted her own juices.  She had never done so
before.  It tasted very musky and sharp.  Her cheeks flamed red again.

   Her dad pulled his finger free and returned to her spread open crotch.
Without warning, he began to rub her clit furiously.  Tanya stiffened
against him as the assault caught her unaware.  "This is wrong," she
thought to herself.  "But it felt so good... so good..." The fourteen year
old gasped as her father reached down with his other hand and plunged a
finger deep into her.  Her hips rose off the armchair.

   "Pull your shirt up over your tits," her father commanded.  "Play with
your tits."

   Tanya tugged her t-shirt up until her breasts popped free.  She couldn't
help herself, it just felt so good between her legs.  With both hands she
began to rub her nipples as if she was in the privacy of her own bedroom.
Her father meanwhile continued to stroke her hard clit as he fingerfucked
her pussy.

   Dimly, in the back of her mind, Tanya remembered that she had protested
against what her dad was doing to her.  She still knew it was wrong.  But
the added simulation to her breasts had pushed her too close to consider
ethics at the moment.  She was getting close... so very close...

   "Mmm..  aiiieeee," a high-pitched whine emanated from Tanya's throat as
an orgasm swept over her fourteen year old body.  A series of gasps
accompanied each wave of orgasmic bliss that washed over her.  Her dad's
fingers, already wet before, were completely soaked now in his daughter's
pussy juices.

   "Ah, oh, oh..." Tanya's breathing came back under control as she
recovered from her orgasm.  Her dad stopped touching her.  Tanya rested her
hands against her sides, as did her father.  It was quite a sight: a
fourteen year old girl reclined in post-orgasmic bliss against her father
with her shirt pulled up over her plump breasts and her skirt hiked up to
reveal a bare and hairless pussy.

   As her senses returned, Tanya realized what had just happened. 
Mortified and ashamed, tears welled up in her eyes as her throat
consttricted.  The sobs began deep in her chest before pushing up her
throat.

   "Don't cry, Tanya," her dad consoled her.  "Was it so bad?  You looked
like you were enjoying yourself.  And besides, isn't this a small price to
pay for not having your mom find out you wrecked her car?"

   But Tanya sobbed on nonethless.  Her father returned the chair to its
normal position so the crying girl now sat on her father's lap again.  He
handed her a tissue.

   "Honey," her dad said, "I want you to go the bathroom and shave your
crotch again.  I could feel the stubble beneath my fingers.  Why don't you
go do that and I'll get lunch ready."

   Tanya slid off his lap and headed for the bathroom, embarrassed that her
dad was the one telling her to go shave her pubic area.  Wiping a tear from
her eye, she wondered what else she might have to do.



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