AUTHOR: T. A. BEAU

TITLE: Dad Whips and Rapes Me To Teach Me a Lesson

SUBTITLE: A Hardcore Dad/Daughter Incest Erotica Short Story with DUBCON, whipping with a belt, bruising, unwillingly restrained and left for hours, asphyxiation with a belt, humiliation/degrading kink.

Copyright © 2024 T. A. BEAU

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WORD COUNT: 5500 words

I'll be the first to admit to being a bit of a slut. Maybe more than a bit. But hey, at least I don't fake being what I'm not.

My dad's car isn’t in the driveway when I get back, which is a real shame because I'd missed him all night, and not in an innocent way. No, while Terrence-or whatever his name is-was folding me in different positions and moaning like a bitch in heat, all I could think of was my mother's husband. Crazy, right?

I unlock the front door with a key from the flowerpot and step inside, kicking my shoes aside and stretching. Man, I'm tired.

“This dumbass really had me up all night without food, huh,” I chuckle, shaking my head slightly. “At least his dick wasn't entirely terrible.”

Even if it wasn't the one I wanted.

You see, a couple months ago, my ex-boyfriend and I were going at it in the kitchen, as we usually did because my mom was never around and my dad had a day job. This time though, something different happened. Dad got home early.

I like to think he heard the pretty sounds I was making and came straight to the kitchen to see what was up, but he was probably just hungry. Either way, he walked in and saw my ass getting pounded-I don't know how my ex didn't see him too honestly-and froze.

We locked eyes, and I should have told my boyfriend at the time to stop, probably. I could have. But it was already happening… and it felt really good being watched.

Dad ended up leaving after my ex nutted, and we've never spoken about it since.

But it's all I've thought about.

Even as I rummage through the fridge to find something to eat, I'm still thinking about it. Who can blame me? He's an attractive older man who can probably pick me up with one hand. Of course I want him to fold me in half and wreck my insides.

But no matter what I do, nothing seems to make my dad interested.

Just then, an idea occurs in my mind.

“Hm,” I muse out loud while putting some leftover Mac and cheese in the microwave. “I do need to stretch. And I'm way too tired to go all the way upstairs. And I haven't done yoga in a while.”

The pieces fit together perfectly.

I start taking my clothes off before the food is even heated up, and when I'm done eating, I drop my ass on the living room floor, right in front of the TV. Dad will have to be blind to not see me like this. And then… I'm getting wet just thinking about it.

I take in a deep breath, hold it a few moments, and exhale, releasing with it all my tension from the past week behind me. My body is almost perfectly still aside from my long, slow breaths as I put work through my stretches.

Try as I might to clear my head, I can't stop thinking about Dad's big hands leaving red marks on my ass cheeks as I move between each pose. And by the time I hear his car pull into the driveway, I'm almost giddy with excitement.

I manage to school my expression, moving into a warrior pose with careful motions.

The front door opens. There's a pause before it closes.

“Kate.”

I don't need to look to know it's Dad, nor do I need to look to know he's staring right at my bare ass, which is rather on display in the pose I’m in. With one foot forward and one far back, I'm bending to allow my front leg to be almost parallel with the ground, while my back leg stretches out and extends to give me balance. From the doorway, I'm sure he's getting an eyeful.

But I look anyway, just to see his expression. His eyebrows are raised, but not in shock. He almost looks like he'd expected this. He's openly staring at my butt and legs, all toned and not-at-all clothed, a very thin sheen of sweat making me shiny in a way that probably elevates it for him. His wide eyes go from my ass to my face, and his lips flatten into a thin line.

I just smirk.

“Oh, hey,” I say nonchalantly, returning my gaze to the window and closing my eyes. I know what's coming. Or at least, I hope I do. I've imagined Dad walking in on me doing nude yoga, and desperately wanting a piece.

When I don't hear his footsteps, I turn and look at him again. He's still standing there with a hand on his chin, really getting an eyeful, when we lock eyes. I give a knowing grin, and Dad just raises an eyebrow as if to say, “Is this all you've got?”

“Is there a problem?” I ask, feigning innocence.

“Well,” Dad starts, hanging his car keys on the entryway and leaning back against the door. “You seem to be having a great time being a whore. Who am I to stop you?”

There. The name calling. Fuck, I can already feel myself getting wetter.

I grin brightly. Is this him trying to play hard to get? Fuck him. I turn my attention back to the window, shutting my eyes and taking in a deep breath.

“Is this you saying you're interested?” I murmur, slowly returning to a standing pose. As I switch legs, putting my left foot forward instead, my body is more turned toward my father. He can see the inside of my thigh a bit more, could see my breasts just a little better. Dad exhales through his nose and tilts his head to get a better view but doesn't say anything.

My lips pull into a frown. “Or you just want to keep being a fucking pervert like you were all those months ago.”

That does the trick. Between one breath and the next, I can feel my hair being wrapped around a fist and pulled.

Fucking finally.

I struggle a bit as he pulls me to my feet, just for dramatic effect. But I'm not expecting it when he backhands me onto the couch.

That's… uh

That wasn't part of the plan.

“You dumb… fucking… whore,” he says slowly, enunciating each word in a way that sends chills up and down my spine. What does it say about me that I'm suddenly twice as horny?

I still look up at him defiantly, even as my left cheek burns and my ears are kind of ringing.

“You know, if you wanted me on the couch, you could've just asked nice-”

Dad stuffs something in my mouth that tastes like sand and oil. A rag. This fucking man gagged his own daughter with a rag.

“Every word out of your damn mouth pisses me off even more,” he hisses.

He throws me over his shoulder and I start to get excited that he's about to toss me on his marital bed and fuck me when I realize that's not where we're going. Instead, we're in… the garage?

Some of my confusion must show in my body language, but he just chuckles and dumps me on my ass, right on the hard floor. I hiss in pain. What the hell is he playing at?

The garage also serves as our gym, so I'm mildly surprised when he brings two barbells close by, as well as a rope.

Um. Maybe it's time to get off this ride.

Before I can remove the gag and protest, Dad pushes me to lay on my back, pulls my legs to each wrist and ties me up. If I wasn't flexible as hell, I would be in hell right now. Holy fuck. As if my pussy isn't bared to him enough already, he puts my leg and hand under a barbell each and secures the rope.

That hurts.

So why am I fucking dripping?

I don't have time to think about it as he finds tape and tapes over my mouth before unbuckling his belt. I can feel my pussy jump. The thought of being completely under his control does something to me.

Is this it, finally? Maybe the rope thing is just a kink, and he'll finally rail me? It's hard to imagine my mom doing all this but-

Whip!

I scream as his belt makes contact with the inner part of my thigh for the first time.

“You think you're too old to be disciplined, huh?” my dad says. “Think because I haven't put you over my knees in a while that you're so grown?”

Actually, I would prefer the knees to this-

I don't even have a chance to get over the shock of the blow before the next falls. It feels like it goes on forever. I know how to handle pain, sure. This is different. This is a punishment that I don't think I deserve, but Dad does. Dad is spanking me like a child because I was naked and ran my mouth a little.

I start to feel myself getting angry.

“You think- because I didn't stop your scrawny little boyfriend- there's something- between us? That you can be- a sassy little cunt- and get away with it?” He punctuates each part of his sentence with another blow.

There are already tears running down my cheeks. This isn't what I wanted. It's not.

My dad kicks up the speed of his blows, suddenly more pissed than he had been. “I shouldn't have to explain to you why your fucking behavior is wrong. You are 21 for fuckssake!” He shakes his head. “You’ve got a head on your shoulders and it's completely empty.”

There's nowhere for me to hide. I can't bury my face in anything, or just put my hands over my face. I can’t even spit out the gag to call for help. I'm spread wide open, staring at the chipping paint on the garage ceiling with watery eyes.

“Oh, you're crying now?” Dad moves the belt down lower, catching my pussy, and my vision practically whites out as I scream because, oh my god, that hurts. “Your fucking crocodile tears won't help you here. I'm not your mother, letting you wear whatever and do whatever. You will learn your lessons!” He hits me again hard, throwing everything into it.

I can't fight the trembling in my lip. My eyes are burning and so is my body. And I'm still. Fucking. Dripping.

Dad finally pauses to look at his work. My ass, thighs, stomach and breasts must be covered in red welts by now, I just know it.

I try to take calming breaths until he lifts his hand to whip me again, and I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to brace for the pain.