My Father’s Harsh Lesson Phone Sex. I was frozen when I heard my dad’s angry footsteps approaching me as I walked into the kitchen, still reeling from the consequences of my recent truancy. I had been caught skipping classes at school and hanging out with the bag girls – the kind of girls who had been influencing me to try drugs and engage in other risky behavior. I knew I was in for a world of trouble when I got home, but I had no idea just how far my dad would take it.

“What the hell is going on here?” he barked, slamming the door behind him. “I just got a call from your school saying you’ve been missing classes!”

I felt my heart sink as I looked up at him, my eyes welling up with tears. “I’m sorry, Dad,” I mumbled, hanging my head in shame. “I just… I don’t know, I got caught up with the wrong people.”

My dad’s expression softened slightly, but his anger was still palpable. “That’s no excuse, young lady,” he said, his voice firm. “You know better than to skip school and hang out with troublemakers. You’re grounded for a month, and you’ll be doing extra chores around the house to make up for your missed classes.”

Without another word, he strode over to me and grabbed me roughly by the arm, pulling me to the table. Before I knew what was happening, he had me bent over the kitchen table, my skirt hiked up around my waist.

“Dad, what are you doing?” I cried, my voice trembling with fear and confusion.

“I’m going to teach you a lesson, young lady,” he growled, his hand coming down hard on my bare ass and smacking my ass cheeks.

I yelped in pain as he spanked me again and again, his hand cracking against my flesh with a force that left me breathless. I could feel the heat radiating from my cheeks, the stinging sensation spreading across my skin like wildfire.

But as much as it hurt, I liked it. I had never felt so vulnerable, so completely at my dad’s mercy. And as much as I hated to admit it, there was something oddly exhilarating about that.

As if sensing my mixed emotions, my dad’s tone softened. “I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he murmured, his hand gentle now as he rubbed slow circles over my burning skin. “I didn’t mean to hurt you like that. I just want you to understand how important it is to make the right choices in life.”

I nodded, my throat tight with emotion. “I know, Dad,” I whispered. “I’m sorry.”

But my dad wasn’t done yet. He leaned down closer, his breath hot against my ear. “I want to make it up to you, sweetheart,” he murmured, his fingers tracing a slow path up the inside of my thigh. “I want to make you feel good.”

I gasped as I felt his fingers brush against my wetness, my body responding instinctively to his touch. I had never felt so turned on, so completely consumed by desire.

Before I knew what was happening, my dad had pushed my panties aside and was sliding his fingers inside me, his movements slow and deliberate as he explored me. I moaned softly, my hips rubbing against his hand as he stroked me to the brink of ecstasy.

And then, just as I was about to tip over the edge, he pulled away, leaving me panting and desperate for more.

“Dad, please,” I begged, my voice hoarse with need. “Don’t stop.”

He chuckled softly, his lips brushing against my ear. “I’m not going to stop, sweetheart,” he murmured, his fingers resuming their maddening pace. “I’m going to make you feel so good, you’ll forget all about how bad I hurt you.”

And he was as good as his word. Within minutes, I was crying out his name, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm. I had never felt anything like it before – the intense, all-consuming pleasure that seemed to radiate from my very core.

But my dad wasn’t done yet. He pulled me to my feet, his lips finding mine in a deep, passionate kiss. I could taste the salt of my tears on his lips, the musky scent of my arousal on his fingers.

And then, without a word, he was undoing his pants, his cock springing free and pressing against my belly. I gasped at the sight of it, so hard and thick and ready for me. And it was big.

“Dad, are you sure?” I asked, my voice trembling with uncertainty.

He nodded, his eyes burning with desire. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life, sweetheart,” he murmured, guiding me back over the kitchen table.

I moaned as I felt him enter me, my pussy to accommodate him. It was strange and yet familiar, the feeling of him inside me, filling me up in a way that no one else ever could.

And as he began to move, his hips thrusting against mine with a steady, relentless rhythm, I knew that this was something special – something that would bind us together forever.

We moved together like that for what felt like hours, our bodies slick with sweat and desire, our moans and sighs of pleasure filling the room. He thrusted harder and harder and I knew he wouldn’t be able to pull out. I gripped my nails into his back as he came inside me. I laid there with him on top of me letting it drip it out on my ass.

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