AUTHOR: T. A. BEAU

TITLE: Dad Baits and Humiliates Me During A Public Debate

SUBTITLE: A Dad/Daughter Incest Erotica Short Story with anal, restrained and gagged, and toys (butt plug).

Copyright © 2024 T. A. BEAU

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WORD COUNT: 3500 words

The hall buzzes with restless energy as the long-awaited debate begins. I adjust the microphone in front of me, smoothing the crease of my pink blazer. Across the stage, my father, Alex, exudes his usual effortless confidence in a black suit with a pink tie-a mock to my outfit, no doubt. The lines around his full mouth deepen as he smiles at the crowd, flashing them that Alex trademark charm that’s kept him in office for 4 consecutive terms.

I clench my soft jaw. I’ve seen that smile a thousand times. It’s the same one he used to defuse my childhood tantrums and manipulate me into believing everything was fine when it wasn’t. But tonight, that smile won’t work on me. That smile hasn’t been working on me for a while now.

A moderator steps forward. “Our next question is for both candidates: what is your stance on the proposed oil refinery station? How will this impact our town’s economy and environment?”

I straighten my shoulders and take the first turn. “Thank you for the question,” I begin, my voice clear and steady despite the roiling emotions beneath. “The proposed oil station is a short-term solution with long-term consequences. We need sustainable growth, not just profit margins. Under my leadership, I will ensure we invest in renewable energy projects and protect our environment for future generations. This isn’t just about jobs today; it’s about a livable tomorrow.”

I look directly at the audience, my lilac eyes sharp, conviction palpable. I’m met with scattered applause, but I know I’ve made my point.

Alex clears his throat and straightens his pink tie, a mocking gesture aimed at me. He steps into his reply with the ease of a man who’s done this too many times to count.

“While my daughter makes some compelling points,” he says, emphasizing the familial connection in a way that makes me bristle, “we have to be realistic. This town needs jobs now. We can talk about lofty ideals, but as someone who’s had the privilege of leading you for years, I know how important it is to focus on what’s achievable.” He pauses for effect. “And, let’s not forget… Janie can be quite passionate, as we all saw during high school. However, let’s ask ourselves: do we want someone impulsive and with a track record, or do we want someone steady at the helm?”

The crowd chuckles, and my nails dig into my palms. He’s bringing up the past, twisting the narrative to undermine my credibility. The high school scandal was years ago, but the memory still stings-and he knows it. Worse, he’s publicly using it to remind me of a humiliating moment I’d rather forget.

”Passion is admirable, but it can lead to impulsive choices and unintended consequences in this job. I think we’ve all learned that lesson before.” Alex’s smirk on top of twisting the knife in an old wound pushes me over the edge.

The crowds’ murmurs rise up, and the knot in my stomach twists, but so do my thighs. I can feel their judgment pressing down on me, the weight of old mistakes that should have been left in the past. My cheeks burn, as well as the inner sides of my thighs. The heat is growing and gripping closer to that sweet spot as I try to suppress the images flooding my mind-the pointed stares in the grocery store, the whispers at church, the pitying glances from neighbors who acted as though they knew me better than I knew myself.

Dad knows what he is doing and is bloody good at it.

My face flushes as I rub my thighs under the tight mini skirt stronger and harder; however, I force myself to appear calm. This isn’t the time to lose my composure. However, I’m barely holding it together-the harder the crowd murmurs and looks at me judgingly, the bigger turn-on it is.

I lift my chin, meeting Alex’s gaze-my lilac eyes against his hazel. He’s smiling again, that infuriating, knowing smile, as if he can see through me, peeling back every layer I’ve built over the years. As if he can see right through my fuckin’ garments and into my dripping wet cunt.

“I’m not here to debate personal history,” I proclaim, keeping my voice as steady as possible. “I’m here to talk about our future.”

But even as I speak, the tension in my body betrays me. I can feel the heat creeping up my neck, warming my cheeks, my pulse racing, my palms sweating. He’s baiting me good, and the worst part is-it’s working! I try to keep my composure, although I can feel my own climax approaching.

Dad leans into the microphone, his deep voice dripping with mock concern. “I just have one more question for you, Janie. If you’re so concerned about our future, why not explain to the audience how you plan to fund these renewable energy projects? Are you planning to raise taxes? Cut essential services? It’s easy to make promises, but the reality is far more complicated.”

The crowd murmurs, heads nodding at his calculated critique. This makes me stammer before regaining my footing. “We’ll prioritize efficiency and redirect funding from outdated initiatives. There’s room to innovate without burdening taxpayers,” I say bravely as I feel the tremors in my thighs starting to spread.

Alex raises an eyebrow in a cold and calculated response to that. “Redirect funding? From where? Perhaps you’d like to specify so our voters don’t feel like they’re being left in the dark.” His voice is husky, and it’s doing what I desire the most.

My throat tightens as my cheeks flush with a deeper shade of red. “I would ensure transparency in every step of the process,” I reply, my tone firm but not as commanding as I had hoped. I’m gripping my fists tighter as the heat and drip of the cum start to pour down my inner thighs.

Alex smirks, turning back to the audience. “Transparency is a wonderful buzzword. But when you’ve been in this business as long as I have, you learn that it’s action, not slogans, that matter.”

The crowd’s laughter feels deafening. My fists clench, and I can feel my rogue pink nails digging deeper into my sweaty palms to keep myself grounded. I know I’m losing their attention, their trust. My pink blazer, chosen to appear approachable and modern, now feels garish under the bright stage lights. I can sense the unspoken judgment: a hot-headed, inexperienced woman trying to take on a seasoned, “level-headed” leader. The implicit bias hangs heavy in the air. I finally cum-hard, closing my eyes for a moment, hoping it seems like it’s in anger when it’s from the pure pleasure that is pulsating across my entire body.

The debate wraps up soon after, and I storm off the stage, every fiber of my being vibrating with orgasmic force. I’m ushered backstage, where I spot my father in what looks like the room he prepared in before the debate, leaning casually against a table, sipping water like nothing happened.

“What the hell was that?” I snap, striding towards him. My blush pink heels click sharply against the floor.

He doesn’t flinch. He sets the water bottle down and looks at me with the same infuriating calm he’s worn all evening. “What was what?”

“Don’t play dumb with me. Bringing up high school? Undermining me in front of everyone? That was low, even for you.”

He shrugs, untying his pink tie, his posture relaxed. “Politics isn’t about playing nice, Janie. You should know that by now.” His smile turns crooked, and sharp canines glisten in the dim light as if coated with poison.

My hands ball into fists at my sides. “You don’t have to make it personal. I came here to run a fair race, but you-you can’t help yourself, can you? Always have to twist the knife.”

Alex steps closer, his hazel eyes narrowing, pupils expanding. “Fair? You think you can waltz in here with your speeches and your attitude and take something I’ve built over decades? That seat is mine.”

“Not for long,” I bite back. My heart pounds, the proximity between us heightening all of my senses. I hate how his presence can rattle me so utterly and completely.

He smirks, tilting his head. “Careful, Janie. That temper of yours is showing again.”