Training Time Ch. 03

Chapter Three

I pushed Maia into the front passenger seat of our car, an old Jaguar, then deliberately sat in the middle seat in the back, parting my legs wide so that my skirt rode up to reveal my thighs. Dad's eyes flickered into the rear view mirror and widened and then he coughed once and focused ahead grimly, gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles whitened as he headed for home.

"So are you going to spank Emma straightaway, Mr Dawson, or do I have to wait for that pleasure?" Maia inquired abruptly, making Dad nearly drive off the road in shock.

"What? Emma, that was between us..."

"It just slipped out, Dad... sorry," I replied, idly toying with the hem of my skirt and raising it even higher as he looked in the mirror once more.

"Just a joke actually, Maia. I have no intention of spanking her," he suddenly said, face going blood-red.

"So you are going to break your word then, Dad?" I asked, anger flooding through me. "If so then I am not going to play any more. You are the one who said that every girl needed to be fully committed and give one hundred percent effort in every match and we all gave you our promise that we would. Now you are going to break your promise instead!"

"That's not the same," he hissed angrily as he turned the car into our road.

"Yes it is, coach," Maia chipped in. "You owe Emma forty-eight smacks on her pretty bottom, don't you?"

"I can't, Maia. She's nearly nineteen, not ten!"

"So? You made a bargain and she is willing to keep her side of it and I will be there to make sure everything is carried out properly, won't I?"

"What do you mean?" Dad asked, face puzzled at her comment.

"I can watch, can't I? Nobody can say anything untoward happened if I am watching what is going on. Think of me as a neutral observer!"

I choked back a snigger, knowing that she would be anything but neutral. She loved reddening my bottom and found any excuse to do so, not that I ever demurred as I loved the feeling of the heat suffusing my skin and riding up through my flesh into my brain. She had even used a slipper a few times and that had made me hiss out in pain at the sharp sting and then come harder than ever as her fingers had rubbed at my throbbing clitoris. That tiny bud was tingling now at the idea of being over my dad's lap, bottom bared for a punishment, and it was all I could do not to slide my hands between my thighs and rub at it needily.

"So you will stand there and watch, will you?" inquired my father as he drew the car to a halt in the drive.

"Look upon me as the referee, Mr Dawson!" she stated with a broad smile flickering across her face. "I'll even judge if your smacks are hard enough or not. No use just pretending to punish her is there?"

"And you won't say..."

"Anything to anybody... except to you two of course."

"Maia can be trusted, Dad," I burst out. "Give us ten minutes and then we will join you in the dining room. You can put me over your lap while you sit on a chair. It's that or I'll go and play for some other team!"

"Alright, alright, I'll do it, Emma. In fact I now think I should have been spanking you much more often so that you didn't get so wilful!" he snapped at me as we got out of the car and headed for the house. "Don't blame me though if you find it hurts more than you think!"

I could feel my heart palpitating madly as I stood in my bedroom a few moments later, Maia by my side, as I found a gossamer --thin thong to wear under my skirt.

"He'll see everything through those, Emma," giggled Maia in delight as I bent over in front of her so that my cheeks went taut against the flimsy material.

"Good," I replied with a wink, "as that might entice him into doing more than just spanking me. If he doesn't then you need to encourage him instead, Maia. I am sure that you can think of some way of doing so!"

"I shall do my very best, girl," murmured my friend as she hugged me, lips exploring mine until they parted and we sucked sensuously on each other's tongues. "Perhaps I'll have to comfort you like this afterwards..." We kissed for what seemed an eternity and I could feel the familiar rush of delight flooding through my body at the sweetness of the sensation. Every nerve in my body was jangling away like an old-fashioned shop bell as her hands roamed down over my breasts, squeezing and teasing before she pushed one between my thighs and rubbed at the slight bulge in my knickers, breaking off her kiss to whisper in my ear that I was already wet as her fingers became slick with the moisture oozing through the thin lace. I gasped out into her lips and she smiled knowingly as she broke away and pushed me towards the door.

"Go on, Emma. Get your pretty arse out there and get it spanked by your daddy!"

My heart was pounding away in my chest as I walked along in front of her and into the dining room where my dad was perched on one of the chairs that were normally clustered around the table. He had pulled one out and I swallowed hard as I stared at him for a few moments, suddenly wondering if what I was doing was a good idea or not. I knew it was for me as I loved being submissive to somebody but what about him? Was he ready to venture back into that sort of world again? Would I just upset him by reminding him of the good times he had had with my mother?

A subtle push in the back from Maia made me take another step forward and broke the spell of my self-doubt even when my father looked up at me, green eyes boring into mine.

"Over my lap then, Emma!" he snapped and I shuffled forward and inelegantly draped myself across his knees, blushing furiously as the memories flooded back. Nine or ten years in the past, skirt up around my waist and my dad's hard hand smacking me because I had sneaked into my parent's bedroom and peeped into the wardrobe. I had found a brightly-coloured object and taken it back into my room to play with, delighted when it had buzzed into life in my hands. My mother had been less impressed when she had found me playing with what I now knew was a vibrator and she had snatched it away and scolded me for looking into places I was not supposed to. Dad had emphasised the telling off by smacking my bottom until it had glowed and I had been sent off to bed where... I smiled at the thought... I had played with my hairless little pussy. Even at that age, spanking had turned me on!

A light pat on the back of my short skirt awakened me from my memories as did Maia's voice remarking, "That isn't counted, coach. I am the referee for this and that wouldn't have swatted a fly! Do it properly or don't do it at all! Isn't that what you are always telling us when we are training?"

"Alright, alright," Dad muttered. "I am sure that I'll soon remember how to spank a girl's bottom properly!"

"So you've done it before then?" asked Maia sarcastically and teasingly. "I wouldn't have thought so from your attempts so far!"

"Um... er... occasionally," Dad answered hesitantly and I stifled a giggle, remembering the odd noises that had come from my parent's bedroom sometimes when they had thought I was soundly asleep.

"Well, flip up her skirt and smack her bum then, coach!"

"Okay, okay although if you don't watch out then I'll spank you as well!" my father hissed out in exasperation at being told what to do by a girl.

"Promises, promises!" Maia answered and I caught sight of her shaking her arse cheeks at him under her skirt out of the corner of my eye just before I felt the coolness of the air as my skirt was lifted carefully to reveal my bottom cheeks in all their paleness under the almost transparent pair of knickers I was wearing.

I heard my dad draw in his breath sharply and even as he was telling me off for wearing such revealing underwear, I felt something hard poke up into my stomach and knew that it was his cock.

"Hardly worth wearing are they, Mr D?" stated Maia with a giggle. "Perhaps you should give her another dozen for wearing them?"

"That sounds like a good idea actually, Maia," Dad replied, his voice much deeper than usual as one hand pressed down into the small of my back and the other gently roamed across my buttocks. His prick seemed to jerk against my belly as he touched me and then I was hissing out in pain as the first proper smack landed on my bare flesh and stung sharply. Several more whipped down and sent frissons of pain rushing through my soft flesh before he suddenly stopped and remarked, "I believe that we will have to start all over again, Emma, as you have not been counting aloud, have you?"

"But you didn't say I had to," I wailed, squirming on his lap a little as I tried to ameliorate the sting slightly.

"I don't expect to have to tell a girl of your age such obvious things now do I?" he responded abruptly before his hard hand landed once more and made my bottom cheeks ripple under the impact before I hissed out the number.

The pure humiliation of being over my dad's lap as well as being watched by my best friend and lover had my pussy soaked within a few spanks. My tiny nub tingled with desire and the familiar rush of delight eased the sharp stinging agony of the pain in my arse as my father beat me hard, whipping his palm down across my bare bum while I desperately choked out the right number. The count reached forty then fifty then up into the sixties before the final seventy-second spank struck my scorching skin and left me glowing, both inwardly and outwardly. I turned my head and saw Maia distantly through a veil of tears, realising that her hand was down the front of her skirt rubbing unashamedly at her wetness and that my dad's cock was rock hard against my wriggling belly. Would he? My breath seemed to catch in my throat as I waited there but instead of making me kneel in front of him and tease his massive prick with my tongue, he said something to my friend and I heard her scurry off out of sight. Had he told her off and sent her away?

The answer came a moment or two later when Dad ordered me to stand up. My legs shook as I complied and my face was burning with shame and desire as I slid off his lap and stared down at the carpet, unwilling to face him.

"Right, as Maia suggested, another punishment is necessary for wearing those knickers, Emma. Another dozen... with the cane I have sent your friend to fetch from my room!"

"What?" I hissed out in shock and fear.

"You started this, girl, so you will have to finish it!" he snapped, smiling slightly oddly at me. "Now take off that thong and hand it here then bend over and grip onto your ankles with your hands tightly as I am going to stripe that arse twelve times! Perhaps this punishment will teach you to be more careful about what you wish for!"

There was a lump in my throat as I complied, easing my knickers down and placing them in his outstretched hand even as I wondered if he had seen through my machinations and was testing me to see if I would break and confess all. I had never been caned before and feared it terribly. Maia had once used a belt and that had stung like the devil as well as leaving vivid red marks on my bottom that had made it difficult to cover up in the changing rooms at football matches and training. Would a cane hurt even more? Tears leaked out of my eyes at the thought and Dad stared at them and I saw a little glimmer of compassion on his face before Maia bounced back in swishing a cane merrily from side to side.

"Right where you said it would be, Mr Dawson," she chirped with glee before she took my thong out of his hand, placed the cane in it and shoved the scrap of material into my mouth, stating that they didn't want my screams to be too loud just in case the neighbours overheard.

"Although they are half a mile away," she added with a giggle.

I bent over reluctantly, helped by the pressure of my friend's hand on my back, bottom cheeks quivering as I waited to be struck. I could hear Dad taking a few practice swings as the fearsome weapon swished through the still air and then it tapped lightly on my bottom as he announced, "A dozen strokes and Maia can count them out for you as you seem to have your mouth full, Emma."

I wish it was full of your cock, I thought as I shivered and gripped my ankles so tightly that my knuckles all whitened. Then I was lost in a blinding flash of agony as the cane whipped across my bare bottom cheeks. I heard the crack sound echo round the room and mingle with my muffled howl as my soft skin rippled and a solitary tear squeezed out of my shut eyes and dripped down onto the carpet before the cane tapped gently on my bare bottom again in preparation for the next stroke.

The incredible rush of agony was hard to endure each time that the hard piece of wood whipped down onto my frail flesh yet the rush of desire and need that followed it helped me through it. I could feel my clit throbbing in time with the beats of pain, pushing me up towards nirvana and wetness seeped out of my labia and trailed like spider silk down my inner thighs. Agony and ecstasy filled me completely as all thoughts were driven from my brain by the exquisite pain caused by the cane until it stilled against my beaten buttocks as I sobbed brokenly.

"Into the corner and stand there, girl. Keep your skirt up around your waist so I can see those delicious stripes on your pert arse!" snapped my father and I shuffled over painfully, almost regretting how I had lured and enticed him into fulfilling my fantasy. I shot a quick glance from under lowered lids at his face and saw the pleasure there though and that made me feel better as I moved away, bottom cheeks swaying and stinging madly. Would he call me back, kiss me and make love to me after a while? Would he make me kneel and feed his fat cock into my waiting, warm and very willing mouth?

"And keep your hands on your head, Emma!" called out Maia from behind me as I walked towards the corner. "We don't want them playing with that luscious little pussy like they normally do after being spanked!"

We? Wasn't it meant to be her and me together? I looked across into the mirror on the wall as I slid my hands onto my head and pressed the palms down onto my blonde curls even though I really wanted to rub my clit and explode into passion. Maia's smile reflected into my eyes and I watched in fascination as she suddenly peeled off her top and stood there in front of my dad with her perky tits out, nipples already standing out proudly. I heard him gasp but saw that his gaze was fixed upon them even as she peeled off her skirt as well and stood there in just her knickers, pale lilac ones that complemented her tanned skin.

"Time to spank me then, coach, as I only scored one goal today," she stated matter-of-factly, putting her hands on her hips. Dad took a single step back as if he was going to turn down her offer then I saw the look of lust surge over his face and he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her over his lap as he muttered, "I think that might be the best way to get you to tell me exactly what is going on between you and my daughter. How do you know what Emma does after a spanking?"

I heard the hard crack of hand meeting soft flesh and it sent shivers down my spine. Those tremors though were of pleasure and desire, not of fear. I squirmed sideways a little and turned my head round, peering over my shoulder at the scene as Dad smacked Maia's gorgeous bottom cheeks, reddening them swiftly before he suddenly halted and asked, "So what do you two get up to then when you are having sleepovers?"

"Just a little playing around, sir," groaned Maia, wriggling around on my father's lap like I had been doing a few minutes before. I wondered if his stiffness was poking up into her stomach like it had mine as he smacked her again for another minute or so before stopping to ask another question. I could feel myself blush furiously as Maia answered honestly, smiling slightly as she told my father that I loved licking away at her juicy slit.

"She is so deliciously submissive, sir, whereas I am a switch. Emma just loves being treated badly, beaten and then used. She is standing there now, dripping wet and dying for you to fuck her tight little hole until she screams for mercy."

"But that would be..." my dad's voice tailed off into nothingness as he looked across at me and swallowed hard, lust lying deep down in his glance.

"Beautiful?" whispered the temptress voice of Maia into the silence. "To have her as your submissive? To have me too?"

It was almost as if a switch flicked in my dad suddenly. For a moment, I thought societal norms and fear would win out but then he growled at me to come and kneel down before him and I eagerly walked over, wincing as my arse cheeks wobbled with each step and sent pain shooting through my whipped flesh.

"You can kneel in front of me too, Maia!" he commanded, sliding her off his lap before standing up, revealing a massive erection poking out in his shorts. My eyes were fixed firmly on it as I knelt down obediently, heart thudding away faster and faster as I waited to see if he would take the irrevocable step over the threshold of taboo into having a family affair with his own daughter.

I was so involved in thinking about that possibility that I hardly noticed Maia arranging herself by my side until I felt the warmth of her thigh on mine and her hand grasping mine.

"So let's have some honesty around here then, girls. As well as playing with each other, have you been fucked by any boys?"

"No, Daddy," I answered immediately, shaking my head emphatically at the same time as Maia nodded.

"So my daughter is a virgin apparently but what else have you been up to, Emma? Have you handled a cock? Sucked one?"

Blushing, I confessed that I had done both, hurriedly adding as my dad's face clouded that it had only been with a couple of boys.

"Then let's see if you learnt anything useful, Emma," my dad snapped out, abruptly pulling his shorts and briefs down to let his monstrous cock spring free.

I stared at in awed fascination whilst Maia's hand tightened on mine. None of the young men in college or at school had had a prick that compared in the slightest. The bulbous head was enormous, the size of a large plum, and precome was already dribbling out of the tiny slit in the end, glistening in the light temptingly. My tongue flickered out across my lips in response and I bobbed my head forward in preparation to licking the clear fluid up only to be snapped at not to move.

"I'll tell you when you can please me!" stated my dad authoritatively, grabbing my hair and pulling my head up so that I had no choice but to look him straight in the eye. "Understand? You are going to be my little slave daughter now, aren't you? Is that definitely what you wish for?"

"Yes, Daddy," I muttered back, a rich rush of excitement running through my body at the thought.

"And your little lesbian friend here is going to be another slave to me but still able to order you around when I let her. Agreed, Maia?"

"Yes, sir," answered Maia immediately.

"Good. Now I expect instant obedience from you both or you will be punished. I may be gentle at first while you are both learning to please me but as our relationship develops and you disappoint me then the punishments will get more severe."

"Is that what you did with Mum?" I whispered, suddenly wanting to know everything about them.

"Indeed it was. Now you can both get licking up and down my shaft while I tell you a little about the past," Dad replied, pulling us both closer by our hair until our faces touched his heated flesh.

I savoured the slightly salty taste of his cock under my tongue as I tried to concentrate on the tale that my dad was relating at the same time. Apparently, he had met my mum in a bondage type club in London when they were both in university there. He had been instantly attracted by her heart-shaped face framed by her long blonde hair as well as her slim figure.

"Although she had a bottom to die for, Emma... just like yours in fact. Both almost boyish yet such a peach of an arse to spank and whip..."

I licked right down to his balls, meeting Maia's tongue there and we shared a swift kiss before worshipping his length once more as he continued to talk. That first meeting had led to another a week later and then more where they had explored each other's desires and fantasies until my father had collared my mother as his slave, buying a silver necklace with what remained of his grant money. The pleasure of being in love with someone who shared the same needs and desires had stayed with them both throughout the years although they had had to cut back when I came along just two years into their marriage.

"No more visiting clubs or having other people over unless your grandparents were prepared to baby sit, Emma... and as they lived an hour away that didn't happen that often. More chance when you were five and went off to school. Lily and I used to have fun in the morning after she had dropped you off. Often she would be walking you there with a butt plug inserted in her bottom and then I would spank her or cane her when she returned when I found out that she was wet with need. I'd slide my cock up inside her arse instead of the plug as she bent over the table," Dad almost whispered out and my bottom hole shivered in delight at the prospect of having him do the same thing to me.

"Then the unthinkable happened and she was snatched away from both of us in an instant and I was left with you to look after. Such a hard job..."

Maia suddenly broke out into a fit of uncontrollable giggles at the mention of the hard job but all I could do was to feel sad at how difficult life had been since the death of my mother for my dad. He deserved some happiness and I, along with my friend, could give it to him.

"Get your mouth round my knob, girl, to cure you," hissed Dad at Maia and he thrust his cock deep into her mouth and made her gag. Her jade-green eyes widened in shock as her mouth was filled up and she choked on his length as he explained how hard he had tried not to think of me in any way other than as a daughter.

"You're the spitting image of Lily at university, Emma. Same hair colour and style, same figure and apparently the same desire to please according to your cock-sucking friend here. The same reaction to pain to as I noticed when I spanked and caned you earlier..."

I felt my face redden as I sucked gently on my dad's balls. I had been extremely wet and still was. The soft flesh of my inner thighs was now sticky with my dried up love juices and I was longing to feel the thick cock bobbing just above me deep in my young and very tight pussy soon. Maybe my dad could read my mind because he continued suddenly as he started to slide his prick in and out of Maia's warm lips.

"But I am not going to take your virginity today, slave girl. No, I am going to have your friend here and make you watch. In fact, I am not going to have you until you score a double hat-trick in a match. Understand?"

"Six goals? But that's..."

"What you have to achieve if you want this cock up inside that tight pussy, daughter!" Dad stated, pulling his glistening prick out of my friend's mouth and wiping it all over my face as he told her to go and bend over the dining room table. "Six goals, Emma. Until then, I am going to fuck Maia only although you can have your mouth and arse used regularly. I wonder how long it will take you to achieve my challenge?"

Still stunned by the almost impossible task I had been set, I obediently crawled over after Maia and knelt behind her as my father tied my hands securely behind my back with a piece of cord.

"Just so you don't play with that wet slit of yours," he murmured as he slipped off his shirt then pulled Maia's panties down to bare her pinkness to my view as well as his. I was, of course, intimately acquainted with it already and yet I had never seen it looking quite so beautiful as, just then, already bedecked with her slick juices, she waited to be fucked.

Dad moved me slightly to one side, cock bobbing up and down and a little strand of precome dribbling down from the end. I could still see underneath his muscled thighs though as the vast head started to press up into Maia's sweet tightness while he pinned her to the table with one hand. He teased her with the end, rubbing it back and forth over her waiting wetness while he turned to me and announced with a wicked grin, "Once I have finished with her then you will be licking out all my come, slave."

"Yes, Daddy," I moaned back, licking my lips automatically at the arousing thought. His eyes sparkled and then he turned his attention back to Maia and told her to ask for his cock.

"Please, sir, take your slave girl," she hissed out, pushing her hips back into him in a futile attempt to slide her tight tube onto his length.

"What should I do to her?"

"Fuck me please, sir," she moaned out sexily and I watched in awe as his huge tip started to slide inside her waiting pussy. A tremble rippled through her body from head to toe as his massive member eased up further and further until he was buried in her up to the hilt, inch after inch accepted by her young flesh. His hands slipped onto her hips and gripped them tightly and then he was shafting her hard and fast, sending the sweet squelchy sounds of sex around the room.

I imagined him doing the same to my mother, making her groan and moan with pleasure as his long cock plundered her depths. Was that what Dad was thinking about as he used Maia, ramming his cock deep into her tight quim time and time again, parting her salmon-pink folds as he owned her body? I could not tear my eyes away from the sensual scene, fascinated by the way in which her flesh stretched to accommodate his size. Would my untouched pussy do the same when... if... it ever got the chance? I rally wanted to slide my fingers between my thighs and play with my bud then but couldn't as my wise father had tied my hands together. Frustrated, all I could do was gaze on in lust as he picked up the pace and fucked her faster and harder, the front of his legs almost bouncing off her bottom cheeks as he pressed her down into the table.

Maia's groans echoed round the room as my dad plundered her sweet depths to the uttermost, prick slithering right up her tight channel. I inched closer when commanded and licked at his dangling balls, savouring the salty taste of his shaven sac before I moved even further in and managed to get my tongue teasing over his shaft as it slid in and out of my friend's soft slit. I could taste them both and it was heavenly and tingles of arousal tantalised my swollen bud yet I could not quite tip over the edge into rapture... unlike Maia. She was squealing out in unmistakable lust and I watched her body shake and saw the creamy juices squirt out as my dad's thickness withdrew until just the fat helmet remained inside her entrance. I slurped at the fluids, revelling in serving them both and stared in awe as Dad lunged back inside her welcoming wetness. His movements became more frenetic and jerky and his hands gripped her hips tightly as he began to grunt and groan loudly. Another frenzied slither of his prick in and out and then I could see the long shaft pulse with passion and knew that his spunk was filling up my friend's quim. Maia's cries merged with my father's as he fucked her furiously until his cock slid slowly out and I willingly, eagerly waited for the cream to flow out of the sweetness above me.

I stared up into the swollen pinkness and watched as a little bubble of come eased out, slithering almost shyly into the light from the dark wetness it had been pumped into. My dad's hand gripped the back of my neck and moved me upwards a little forcibly and I started to lick at the juicy slit, relishing the scent as well as the taste. The spunk flowed over my lips and down my throat as more and more seeped out, coming in fits and starts as Maia's pussy pulsed in the aftermath of her passion. I was envious of her as my own clit tingled and throbbed between my legs with desire, unrequited as yet although I desperately hoped that at some point, I would be allowed to explode with lust. My aching knees were inconsequential as I licked and laved at the sweet slit of my friend, savouring each moment until I was eventually pulled away, turned round and given the honour of cleaning up my father's cock. Slimed with Maia's juicy essence, it tasted divine and I slurped and sucked away avidly until I was tugged up onto my feet by my hair and sent back into the corner to stand like a naughty young girl once more.