He caught me with my fingers buried in my cunt, legs spread wide on the living room couch. The belt came off before I could even pull my hand out. "Get the fuck over here, girl," Dad snarled, his voice low and rough like he always got when he was done playing nice. I was twenty-three, old enough to know better, but that never stopped him from treating me like his personal fucktoy when Mom was out.
I stood up slow, letting him see my wet fingers and the way my tits bounced under the thin tank top. He grabbed my wrist and yanked me across his lap on the same couch. My shorts were already down around my knees. His palm cracked across my ass first, hard and loud. "You think you can finger that pussy in my house without paying for it?" Another slap, then another, the sting blooming hot and deep.
I squirmed but he pinned me with one thick forearm across my lower back. The belt came next. Leather whistled and landed with a sharp crack that made my whole body jerk. "Count them," he ordered.
"One," I gasped. The second stripe landed right below the first. "Two." By five my ass was on fire, cheeks burning, and my cunt was dripping down my thighs. He paused just long enough to shove two fingers inside me, rough and deep. "Look at this greedy hole. Soaking wet from getting your ass whipped."
He finger-fucked me hard while the belt hung loose in his other hand. Every thrust pushed me forward so my clit rubbed against his thigh. I moaned like a slut and he laughed, low and dirty. "You want more, don't you? Want Daddy's belt turning this ass red before he shoves his cock in it."
"Yes, Daddy," I breathed. The next five lashes came fast and mean, each one followed by him curling his fingers against my g-spot. My ass felt swollen and throbbing, the heat spreading straight to my core. When he finally dropped the belt, he hauled me up and bent me over the arm of the couch.
I heard his zipper and the rustle of his jeans.
His cock slapped heavy against my sore ass, thick and already leaking. He didn't tease. He lined up and drove in balls-deep in one thrust, stretching me open around that fat dick. I cried out, half pain, half relief. He grabbed my hips and started pounding, each stroke slamming against my punished cheeks.
"Fuck, this cunt's tight," he grunted. "Always so wet after a spanking. My little incest whore." His hand reached around and rubbed my clit in rough circles while he fucked me. The couch creaked under us. Skin slapped skin. I pushed back to meet every thrust, ass stinging every time his hips hit it.
He pulled out suddenly and flipped me onto my back on the floor. My legs went over his shoulders and he sank back in, deeper than before. "Look at me while I fuck you," he said. His eyes were dark, locked on mine. Sweat dripped from his chest onto my tits. He leaned down and bit my nipple hard enough to make me yelp, then sucked it to soothe the sting.
I came first, cunt clenching around him, thighs shaking. He didn't stop. He fucked me through it, then pulled out and flipped me again, face down this time. "Ass up." I lifted it and he spanked me with his open hand again, five quick, brutal slaps that made me moan into the carpet. Then his cock was back inside, pounding harder, chasing his own finish.
He came with a growl, flooding me deep, hips jerking as he emptied every drop. When he pulled out, his cum leaked down my thighs. He gave my ass one last squeeze, fingers digging into the welts. "Clean yourself up before your mother gets home. And next time I catch you playing with that pussy, the belt stays on longer."
I stayed there on the floor a minute, ass throbbing, cunt still twitching, already thinking about how I'd break the rule again tomorrow.
