Her Hometown Daddy Page 8

  Lisa was in hell.

  She was trapped, helpless, and it was a very windy morning! The pain and pleasure mixed and became one, a single force driving her insane with sexual fire.

  Drew stood next to her, all smiles, and slowly nodded. “Excellent, it’s working perfectly. So, I’ll be back in a little while to get you. Meanwhile, I trust this teaches you a good lesson.”

  “Wha-wha-what?! Lea-leave me like-oh-this? No, daddy, you-you can’t. I can’t take—take this,” she begged.

  Drew laughed. “Oh, Lisa, you’re so silly. What’s to take? It’s just a stool.”

  He laughed harder and left. Lisa shook and trembled, her thighs and pussy in spasm as she sweat and her breathing sped up. She heaved and strained against the straps, but it was pointless, they were far too strong. The tears trickled down her face as she bawled like a baby and the sexual pressure rose inside her. She felt like an old-fashioned thermometer with mercury rising in it. With each thrust of a probe, her ‘temperature’ went up another notch. When it hit her ‘boiling point,’ she’d pop.

  The seconds dragged, time stretched like taffy, and the tears and torment pushed her closer and closer to her breaking point. She tried not to move, as every wiggle and squirm only boosted the painful delight, but it was impossible. She was trapped in a feedback loop. The probes kept her moving; the more she moved, the more the rough bark hurt, and all of the sensations drove her wild. Lisa’s back arched, her mouth opened wide, and her muscles convulsed. A deep guttural moan of orgasmic delight erupted from her lungs. It seemed to come from her toes and she shot into the air like a rocket off its launch pad. She was gone, drifting in the stratosphere of subspace. All she knew was the delight of orgasm as one climax washed over her like a cool wave at the beach. She was immersed in pleasure.

  The next thing she knew, Lisa awoke naked and in bed with an equally naked Drew, lying atop him as he sat up in his bed, his arms wrapped about her.

  He smiled down at her. “Good morning, baby girl. Back from your ‘trip,’ are you? I trust this has taught you a valuable lesson.”

  “Oh, yes, sir, one I’ll never forget,” she groaned.

  “Good. Now, how about you show daddy just how grateful you are.”

  She was unsure what he meant for a moment, and then she realized what was poking her in the stomach. It was his rigid cock. Smiling back at him, she shifted her position, getting up on her knees, which made her wince, and opened her mouth. His shaft slid in, she began to suck and caress it with her tongue, and she rocked up and down. Drew groaned, his hips mimicking her actions, and they both sped up.

  “Holy crap,” Drew cried. “Damn, baby, you’re, oh, good!”

  Lisa smiled around his shaft and almost gagged. He was bouncing so hard on the bed, he was practically launched off of it, and the tip of his penis jabbed at the back of her throat. Another thrust and suck, a loud moan of delight, and warm salty cum filled her mouth. She greedily swallowed it down, every drop. Drew’s gyrations eased a bit, making her efforts easier, and he finally stopped both coming and bouncing.

  Lisa gave him a final lick, kissed the tip of his cock, and sat back with a grin. “Was I a good girl, daddy?”

  He sighed and smiled back. “Oh, the best. Now, I’ll go start breakfast, you dress and clean your room.”

  “My room?”

  “My bad. Your stool, clean it up. After all, you’re going to be on it quite a lot,” he said with a chuckle.

  A tingle rippled through her spine and her throat tightened. “Uh-uh-huh,” she choked out.

  She stayed there kneeling in the bed as he rose and threw on some clothes. Her brain was trying to process the concept of being strapped to that thing every morning. It couldn’t; the very notion of such pleasure and pain was beyond her ability to comprehend. Climbing down from the bed, her eyes filling with renewed tears with each move, she returned to her room. Despite being naked, she cleaned the stool first, drenched in her juices, and relished the feel of the cool breeze across her flesh. It caused such mixed sensations: a chilling of her enflamed flesh, a tingling to her throbbing pussy, and goosebumps on her extremities.

  Once she was done, she pulled on some snug little pants that encased her hot cheeks perfectly, and a blouse, and turned for the door. She froze as her eyes fell on the doorframe. It was amazing, but they were still there. Stepping closer, she rested her hand on the frame, her finger lightly brushing beneath one of the old pencil marks.

  Our old height measurements, Drew hasn’t painted over them.

  Casting her eyes up and down the frame, she smiled to see how they’d changed over the years. Drew had started out so small, hit a growth spurt at thirteen, and taken off while she’d slowed into the petite figure she now had.

  Good memories. Maybe we can build a whole lot more this summer.

  As she headed down the stairs that thought began to torment her. Those two simple words: this summer. What would happen at summer’s end? Lisa planned to move on. Could she, given her feelings for Drew? If she did, would he do as he said, follow her? The smell of sausage and French toast made her mouth water and her stomach grumble, and put such concerns out of her head.

  For the time being.

  Her mind was soon occupied by other matters, namely the issue of sitting to eat. Her stool, while not as stimulating as her bedroom one, was quite bark-y, and thus brought renewed tears to her eyes as she tried to eat. Somehow, Lisa had no idea how, she managed to sit for the entire meal. Afterwards, while helping to clean up, a thought came to her.

  “Daddy, there’s something I’d like to do this morning, and I could use some help.”

  Drew, up to his forearms in soapy water, turned to her. “Oh, what’s up, want to work on the clubhouse?”

  “No, actually, I had something else in mind. You got a shovel handy?”

  “A shovel? Sounds ominous. What, you got a body to bury?”

  She giggled. “Nothing so nefarious. I’m hunting for a memory of a summer of long ago. Care to tag along?”

  “Sherman, set the Wayback to… what, July 2004?”

  “That’ll do just fine,” she said with a nod.

  Once done with the dishes, they stepped outside and Drew popped open another secret door to reveal the toolshed/closet. He grabbed a shovel and Lisa led him off in the general direction of the clubhouse. As she didn’t have the treasure map, she had to trust her instincts and memories. Walking off into the woods, she paused to close her eyes and inhale deeply. The aromas of nature washed over her, awakening a plethora of forgotten memories. She smiled and kept walking as the shouts and cries of long-ago adventures were carried to her on the wind. Her feet seemed to know where to go and she stopped in a tiny clearing ringed by three massive oaks.

  “This is the spot,” she said.

  Drew looked around. “Man, this takes me back. I was… what, eleven or twelve the last time we were here?”

  “Sounds about right. I picked this spot because I was learning about triangulation in math class that year, and this seemed like the perfect place for our latest treasure.”

  “I remember. Okay, I’ll start digging.”

  He thrust the shovel blade into the soft earth and began to excavate the area. Lisa wanted to sit down and watch, but that wasn’t possible. She knelt next to the hole and looked for signs of the ‘chest.’ As she recalled, they’d buried their booty deep, so it was going to take Drew a while to reach it. However, the term deep was rather subjective. A child’s concept of it was sure to differ from an adult’s.

  Drew hit the box in half a dozen shovelfuls of dirt. He dropped to his knees next to her and they used their hands to wrest it free of its earthly prison. While only an old shoebox, it was in good condition due to the fact that it was wrapped in a plastic bag. That had been Drew’s doing after the fiasco of their first treasure. All they ever saw of that was a soggy mass of pulp.

  Pulling the bag away, Drew set the box on the ground between them. “Lisa, I think you should have t
he honor of opening it.”

  She smiled at him and ran her fingers over the worn and wrinkled cardboard. The seals were still intact, their fingerprints pressed into tape around the top. Lisa remembered them doing it, she’d seen a TV show about how to do it: rub a pencil across a piece of paper to create a big splotch of lead, rub your finger over it, and then press it into a piece of tape. Presto, instant fingerprint. She traced each with her index finger. The prints were so tiny compared to their fingers now. The old yellow tape easily pulled away and she peeled back the lid. Lisa laughed at the sight before her.

  Their ‘precious treasure’ consisted of a Bratz doll, an old ‘dead’ Tamagotchi, an Optimus Prime Transformer, some money (bills and coins), and a copy of the Shadow Island Gazette.

  “Huh, so that’s where my old doll went,” she said, picking it up.

  Drew grabbed the brittle newspaper. “Check out the headlines. Is this a small quiet island or what? Stories about the Fourth of July parade and fireworks, the fishing derby, and an albino lobster being brought to market by a local fisherman. Hey, Jimmy’s Tamagotchi and my Transformer! So this is where it ended up. I forgot all about it.”

  “And my doll Penny. Wow, talk about a stroll down memory lane. Come on, let’s get these things back to the house. I can’t wait to put them in the playroom.”

  “Yeah, but I think the Tamagotchi is beyond resurrecting, even if we replace its battery.”

  She nodded. “True, but it’ll make for a nice display.”

  He gathered the items up in his arms and stood, and slowly chewed his lip. “Hmmm, and a nice reason—reasons for additional punishments for you, little girl.”

  “Huh, what for?” she squeaked, getting to her feet and looking at him in confusion.

  “Ah, let’s see, your little treasure here is largely composed of stolen items, you hid it on private property without the owner’s permission, and damaged said private property in order to hide it. That’s three punishments added to your list. Now, come on, let’s get home.”

  He turned and marched off. Lisa stood there for a moment, her mouth hanging open, and then scampered along with him. She couldn’t believe it, Drew had found yet another way to add to her torments, and she loved it. Granted, he was, strictly speaking, stretching the facts of the matter. After all, he had been a co-conspirator in the original act, but she wasn’t about to bring that fact up. From his tone, it was clear he was being playful, and she didn’t mind one bit.

  Once home, he went back to work on the house. Some workers he’d hired were already there and busy on the porch, and so she went to the playroom. She cleaned up the toys, found a spot for them on one of the shelves, and then decided to pitch in to help. Throwing on some work clothes, she went outside, but Drew wasn’t there.

  “Hey, guys, where’s the boss man?”

  “Inside,” one said. “He’s got some private job he’s doing. Super secret, won’t tell us, and don’t want no help.”

  Her right eyebrow went up. What the hell is that man of mine up to? “Ah, thanks.”

  She headed inside and followed the sounds of hammering upstairs to Drew’s room. The door was locked. When she knocked, there was silence, a key turned, and then the door opened a crack.

  “Hey there, Lisa, what can I do for you?”

  “That was going to be my question to you. I wanted to help with the work. What’s up? I thought you were only changing your parents’ room.”

  “Oh, I’m just… doing a little revision to my closet. No big deal, nothing to see here, move along.”

  “Ah… huh. Drew, remember what I said, you’re a terrible liar. This sounds like the old ‘These aren’t the droids you’re looking for’ routine.”

  He opened the door a little more and grinned at her. “Maybe so, but you will not find out the truth until I’m done, and by then it’ll be too late for you!”

  Drew laughed, quite the maniacal cackle, which was rather comical, but it also sent orgasmic shivers rippling through her body. It took her breath away and she stood rooted to the spot for several minutes and almost hyperventilated.

  Holy fucking shit. What the hell is he planning for me?

  Chapter Ten

  Somehow, Lisa had no idea how, she managed to not pass out, and went outside to help the men finish the work on the porch. It made her feel good to be part of the effort to fix up the old place. Once they were done, she made lunch for all of them, and Drew even came out of his ‘cave’ to join them. As Lisa cleaned up, Drew finished the last of his beer, and the workers departed.

  “Well, the place seems to be coming along nicely, Dre—daddy. Is there much else left to do?”

  “Oh, there are several things to finish, but I’ll take care of them on my own. They’re personal and… private.”

  Lisa stood at the sink, up to her elbows in the hot water, and felt an icy chill tear through her spine. “Oh. Ah. That’s… nice.”

  “Thought you’d like that. Now, on to something you won’t like. From now on, until your list of crimes is dealt with, this is what we’re going to do. Every day, right after lunch, you will go to the woodshed, pick out an implement, and wait for me.”

  “An… implement, as in, there’s more than one there?” she squeaked, spinning to face him.

  He grinned and nodded. “Uh-huh, and you will select the one you feel is appropriate to the next offense on your list, which you’ll also find out there. So, run along, and I’ll be with you shortly.”

  “Ah, ah… yes, sir.”

  Lisa rinsed off the last of the dishes, put them in the drain board to dry, and then headed out the back door. The walk across the yard was like being in a dream, as she was barely aware of the feel of the grassy soil beneath her, and then she stepped inside the shack. Drew had made some changes. The old strap was gone. A new and fresh one hung in its place and there were several other implements: a stout belt, a cane, a short and wide ruler, and a yardstick. Next to them, a clipboard hung from a hook and on it was her list, which ran for two full pages. A nice chair and a new padded bench occupied the center of the room, and the bench had wrist and ankle cuffs. He seemed to have cobbled it together from a sawhorse, as it closely resembled one, and had sort of an A-frame look to it. Drew had given considerable thought to the décor of the place.

  She picked out the strap, sort of in honor of a strap having been the original item, and moved to the corner. Standing there, holding it behind her back, she slid it up and down across her ass. She frowned; her clothes prevented her being able to truly feel it. Slipping down her clothes, she again shifted and swirled the strap over her flesh. The lingering sting of her morning session, blended with the feel of the leather made goosebumps race across her skin. The latch of the door rattled. Her toes curled and she stood up straight, yanked her clothes up, and the door opened.

  He closed the door and turned to her. “Lisa, come here, and give me the strap.”

  Turning, she moved to stand before him and held it out to him. “Yes, sir.”

  “Now, pants and panties down, over the bench,” he ordered, taking it and flipping it toward the bench.

  “B-b-bare?” she said softly. “Y-y-yes, sir.”

  Sliding her clothes down, she shivered as she got into position, and then truly shook as Drew moved about to secure her wrists and ankles. She was trapped! Looking around, it was hard to see behind her, which was where Drew took up his stance. When the strap tapped her bare skin, all of her muscles clenched and the air shot from her lungs.

  “This lesson is for smashing daddy’s window screen. I have enough work to do on this place without you adding to it, little girl.”

  Before she could answer… Crack! The harsh leather painted a long thin red stripe of pain across both her pert cheeks. She gasped, her eyes growing huge. It was a slash of pure fiery ache into her body. The straps creaked against the heaving of her muscles. Whack! He struck again, creating a bright red X on her poor flesh. He now had quite the nice target to aim at.

 
“Ow! Daddy, I’m sorry about that.”

  Swat, whack! She got two in rapid succession and yelped.

  “When you scream out your apology and your cute little caboose is ablaze with pain, I’ll consider stopping, but not before,” he scolded.

  “Ouch ow! Yes, daddy, yes, you’re right. I, ow, I deserve a severe—ouch—punishment for being so naughty. Owwiieee!”

  Drew proceeded to give her exactly that. He swung that strap as if he was pitching fast balls like when they were kids playing baseball. A memory managed to flash through Lisa’s mind, yet another instance of little Drew professing his love for her. He once said he loved the fact that she could play regular baseball with him and the other boys instead of softball with the girls. It was silly really; yet, for a girl of twelve, it was practically a proposal.

  Each slap of the supple leather brought a multitude of reactions: fiery pain, flames of lust, and a wail of agonizing orgasmic delight. Her lungs burned, her throat became worn and sore from her screams blasting through it, and tears dripped to the floor. She climaxed, and then gasped at another sensation was added to the mix. Drew had thrust his rigid cock deep into her pussy, already drenched with her own juices, and another orgasm erupted within her. She strained again against her confinement as his hips slammed into her tender cheeks again and again. Each blow was like a pebble in a pond bringing ripples of exciting agony to her body. She drifted in subspace, floating in a lake of bliss, and when she felt heat added inside her from Drew’s hot cum, that was the last straw. Her mind crumbled into oblivion and she entered a state of sustained orgasm.