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Title: Teaching My Daughter a Lesson
Keywords: Mg, inc, pedo, rape, oral, drugs
Summary: After my eleven year old daughter Samantha gets sent home for
smoking pot at school, I decide to teach her a lesson she won’t soon
Disclaimer: The following is a FICTIONAL story…okay.
After a long day of work, I walked through the front door at seven
o’clock expecting a regular return home. This was not the case today.
When I entered the house, I saw my wife sitting at the kitchen table with
an angry look on her face.
“Are you okay Katie?” I asked her.
“No I’m not okay.” She stared up at me. “Do you know what Samantha was
“No, what was she doing?” I had no idea what my wife would say.
“Well, she got caught smoking a joint in the girl’s bathroom at school.”
This caught me off guard. “So I had to spend my day trying to convince the
school not to call the fucking cops on her.”
“Did she have an explanation?” I asked, as the anger began to build in
“She claimed that a friend gave it to her and that it was her first
time. I don’t believe that for a second, I’ve done the wash and smelled her
clothes, she’s been doing this for a while.”
“So she lied to you is what you’re saying.”
“Yes.” She picked up her purse and started towards the door. “Luckily I
was able to get a few extra hours of work tonight to make up for the time I
spent at the school. I’ll be back around midnight, talk to your daughter
and make sure this never happens again.” I kissed her before she left the
house and headed to work.
I thought about what I was going to say to Sam when I got upstairs.
Part of me was angry at the fact she got caught and lied afterwards, but
part of me was confused on how to act. I would be lying if I said that I
never smoked pot, hell I’d even be lying if I said I didn’t smoke when I
was eleven but I was smart enough not to get caught. The part I hated the
most was the lying. We had taught her since a very young age that lying
has severe consequences. While I wasn’t sure what the consequences would
be, I knew that I had to do something or else my wife would not be too
happy with me.
I gathered myself up and made my way upstairs to Samantha’s room. I
lightly knocked on the door and got no response. I could hear through the
door that her music was turned way up, preventing her from hearing my
knocks. I flung the door open and was shocked at what I saw. Apparently
she hadn’t learned her lesson from earlier today about hiding her drug use.
I walked in as my blonde daughter was taking a large hit off a joint. She
stared at me like a deer caught in the headlights, not even bothering to
put the joint down.
“Samantha, what the fuck do you think you’re doing!?” I shouted at her.
“I…I saw mom leave…I didn’t know you were…home.” She put the joint
down in the ashtray, turned the music off and stood up. “Please daddy, I’m
sorry. I know it was stupid to get, but I-”
“Shut up Samantha and sit your ass back down!” She immediately obeyed as
I approached her and sat down.
I tried to remain calm as she looked away from me.
“Look baby, I’m sorry I yelled at you. I’m not mad about you smoking
pot.” She looked at me with a bit of a confused look. “I mean, I did the
same thing when I was eleven so I understand the fascination with wanting
to get stoned.” I could tell that she was getting uncomfortable. “But I
have a HUGE problem with you lying to your mom. You told her that today
was the first time you ever smoked. Apparently you don’t know that the
smell sticks to clothing because she has smelled the pot on your clothes
for months.” She gave an immediate `Oh shit, I’m caught’ look.
“I’m really sorry that I lied daddy, I just really like getting high. I
couldn’t help myself.” Her eyes began to tear up. I gave her a hug and
told her to calm down.
“It’s okay Sam, Mom told me to punish you but I’m not going to.” She
looked at me and let a smile slip through.
“Yes, on one condition.”
“You share that joint there with your father.” She slowly moved her hand
to the ashtray and retrieved the still-lit joint.
“Here you go daddy.” She handed me the joint and took a deep hit,
blowing the smoke into her pink room.
We spent the next few minutes finishing off the joint, relaxing once it
was gone. I got up to walk out of the room when she got my attention.
“Daddy?” I turned around. “Thanks for not punishing me.” I looked back
and smiled at her before grabbing the door handle. Instead of leaving, I
closed the door and locked it before turning around. “Why did you lock the
“There was one thing I forgot to say Sam, about you not being punished,”
I slowly approached her. “I lied.” She looked confused as I was now
standing over her. “Get up!” I screamed as she lifted herself up. I
backed her up into the corner of the room, now inches from her face. “I’m
going to teach you a lesson you won’t soon forget.”
“Daddy, you’re scaring-” I punched the wall next to her head.
“Shut up!” I grabbed her by the hair and threw her down on her bed. I
sat down on her stomach as the fear ran through her body.
“I’ve told you since you were three years old that lying has major
consequences, and I was NOT lying when I said that.” I reached behind
myself and placed my hand on the crotch of her jeans. She began to freak
out and tried to kick me off of her.
“No you can’t do this, I’m your daughter.” She yelled as she tried to
slap me. I grabbed both of her hands and pinned them down next to her
head. I got up real close to her face, enough to smell the fear oozing out
“I don’t care who you are!” I yelled in her face before kissing her
cheek. She kept trying to fight me until I raised my fist which caused her
to cry out.
“No! Please no, don’t hit me! Don’t hit me daddy please?” She was
hysterical as I put my hand down.
I got off of her and knelt down in front of her, beginning to unzip the
jeans. She was still pleading for me to stop, but I was too focused on my
goal to care. She started to cry harder when I yanked her jeans down to
her ankles and saw her black cotton panties. I quickly pulled those down
as well, exposing her pussy to me. She had just recently started puberty,
so she only had a light coating of hair around her pussy. She tried to
push me away as my finger rubbed against her lips.
“I’m going to ask you something and you BETTER tell me the truth.” She
stopped crying and stared at me. “Have you ever had sex before? I’ll be
able to tell if you have.”
“No, I swear I haven’t.” I shoved my finger hard up her pussy, feeling
it press against her hymen.
“Okay, you finally told the truth today.”
I pushed her black hoodie and white t-shirt up her body, exposing her
tiny little boobs to me. She tried to pull the shirts back down, but I
overpowered her and completely removed them. I now had my eleven year old
daughter naked, on her back crying as my hand continued rubbing her virgin
cunt. I stood up and began undoing my pants. She covered her eyes and
sobbed as she heard my pants and belt drop on the floor. She peeked
through her fingers and saw my eight inch cock, rock hard in my hand as I
slowly stroked it. I used my other hand to remove my shirt.
I slowly walked over to my naked daughter and climbed on top of her. We
met eye to eye; all four of our eyes were bloodshot from the pot (hers also
“If you tell anyone what’s about to happen, I swear to god I will kill
you with my bare hands.” She looked away and sobbed. I slapped her hard on
the cheek. “You will look at me you cunt! Are you going to tell anyone?”
She was visibly upset at the name I called her, but knew not to complain
and simply nodded.
I placed my cock at her tight virgin opening and pressed it into her.
She jumped as the first inch made its way in.
“Here’s your punishment Samantha.” I quickly slammed my entire cock into
her, bursting her hymen and causing her to scream.
I threw my hand over her mouth to silence her as I pulled my cock from
her damaged hole. I looked down and saw that it was covered in her blood,
which brought a smile to my face. I got up on my knees and pulled her head
to my cock.
“Clean your whore blood off my cock. And if you bite me, you will
regret it.” She closed her eyes and slowly brought her mouth to my cock.
She licked her blood off of me as I smiled. “That’s a good little whore.”
I threw her back down and got back in the missionary position. I again
slammed my cock into her, causing another scream. She was clearly in
immense pain but I seriously could not care less. I rammed my hard cock in
and out of my daughter while kissing her neck. She kept begging me to
stop, but her pleas were falling on deaf ears. I fucked her in this
position for several minutes before pulling out. I picked her up and
dragged her to the floor with me. I forced her to sit down on my cock as I
lay flat on the floor.
Samantha slowly sat down, taking my cock into her hole little by little.
She started screaming once half of it was inside her. Getting impatient, I
grabbed her by the hips and pulled her down hard. I now had my entire cock
inside my daughter as I lifted her up and down. I could tell that her body
was taking her over as I slid in and out of her much easier thanks to her
pussy getting much wetter. She was clearly fighting the feeling of
pleasure as hard as she could but she was losing the battle.
After several minutes of her pussy getting wetter and wetter, the look
on her face changed and suddenly she looked horrified. A few seconds
later, I knew why. I felt her pussy begin to contract and tug at my hard
cock. I had just given my daughter an orgasm (and by the look on her face,
her FIRST orgasm). Once her body relaxed, she started lightly sobbing as I
pounded away at her beaten down pussy. I could begin to feel my own orgasm
begin to build as her body slammed down on mine. I wanted so bad to just
release my seed inside my daughter’s womb, but I remembered that she had
started puberty and the LAST thing I wanted to do was impregnate her.
I placed my hand on her face and shoved of me, knocking her to the
ground. I stood up with my cock in hand and demanded that she get on her
knees. She obeyed me, now having my cock directly in her line of sight.
“Do you know what comes next?” I asked her.
She took a hard sniffle, stared up at me and nodded her head. She
closed her eyes and opened her mouth, waiting for my seed. I slapped her
face hard and demanded she open her eyes. She stared directly at my cock
as I came. My first shot landed directly on her tongue followed by a hard
shot that went down her throat. She immediately started to choke, causing
the next two shots to hit her hard on the forehead. I grabbed her by the
hair and pulled her closer to my cock. The last few spurts of cum landed
on her cheek, eventually dripping down onto her fresh young breasts. I
forced my cock into her mouth and commanded that she suck me dry. Samantha
did as she was told until my cock began to lose its stiffness.
She remained on her knees as I gathered my clothes back up and began to
dress. She sat in the middle of the room, not crying, not sobbing, not
doing anything besides sitting there like a statue. Once I was dressed, I
walked over to her with a tissue and hand and wiped the drying cum from her
face. I then grabbed her by the hair and dragged her onto the bed, laying
her down and throwing the covers over her.
“Bed time Sam, sleep tight my little whore.”
I reminded her about the punishment should she tell what happened. I
saw and snatched up her small bag of pot that sat on the table, pocketing
it for later use. As I was exiting the door, I heard her speak.
“Good night Daddy.” She said though a breaking voice.
“Good night!” I yelled back as I slammed the door behind me. I could
begin to hear her crying loudly from the other side which only brought a
smile to my face as I walked down stairs.