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satisfaction.
    But my d addy wasn't having any of that.
    He clucked his tongue. Now he looked me in the eyes, his blue irises seeming to shine with mischievous amusement. The finger in my bottom-hole was still. "Bad," he said. "Very, very bad."
    "I'm sorry, Daddy."
    "As long as you're so terribly wanton, though..." I waited, "I might as well test the bounds of your immodesty by making you do something very shameful, indeed."
    "What, Daddy?"
    "You're going to suck my daddy-thing now, sweetheart." He removed the hand from my rear end and stood, turning so that his daddy-thing was again the center of my perception of the world. It was long and hard.

Chapter 7
    Oh, yes, I thought, but "Oh, No!" I cried.
    "You had better not make a fuss if you know what's good for your bottom, young lady," George said resolutely, and even with a note of anger. "Scooch yourself over here and get your mouth ready. Put your face at the edge of the bed, open your lips and stick out your tongue."
    I did as my daddy commanded. I parted my lips and stuck out my tongue. He bent his legs to position his loins favorably for the terrible thing he was going to do, and in my vision his daddy-thing moved closer towards me, and I could smell a daddy-smell that made me feel very embarrassed. It smelled dark and damp and made me feel that I wasn't old enough to have a daddy-thing inside my mouth. This wasn't what a modest little girl should do. I closed my lips without even thinking about it.
    "Don't do that," said my daddy, warningly. "Open up, or I'm going to have to spank you again. When your daddy wants to use your mouth, he's going to use your mouth. Open up now, Caroline."
    I took a deep breath and again breathed in the scent of my Daddy's lust for me. With a whimper I opened my mouth again and stuck out my tongue little bit.
    "No, sweetheart. Stick that tongue out further."
    Feeling utterly degraded, I complied. Holding his daddy-thing on the fingertips of his right hand, he brought it close to my face, and I watched him guide it so that the tip hung just a fraction of an inch from my mouth. Somehow having my cheek on the covers and being about to take his penis in my mouth in such a strange way—horizontally, that is—made the shame even greater—and the arousal that came from the shame greater, as well. My daddy used his fingers to make the tip of his daddy-thing move a bit side-to-side, so as to bring it up against my tongue. At the moment of that first contact—really, the first time in at least a year that I'd had my mouth even near my husband's penis—George made a little grunt of satisfaction which was not really all that distant from one of my own whimpers. That sound in turn made me whimper with the thrill of having found something that worked so well erotically for both of us.
    "Quiet, now, Caroline, " my daddy said. "It's time for my pleasure. I don't want to hear your little sounds."
    But that authoritative, dominant utterance itself drew from me a low moan. He pushed himself into my mouth a little bit so that his daddy-thing rested inside my right cheek, as he took his right hand and gave me three sharp spanks. "I said, quiet!"
    I turned my eyes up to look at his face and saw that he was looking down rapturously at where his daddy-thing was sheathed about a third of its length into my mouth.
    Seeing me looking up at him, he said in a kind of atavistic growl, "Little girls mustn't look at their daddies when their daddy-things are in their mouths. You may close your eyes or you may look at what you're doing down there, but if I see your eyes turn to my face again, I'll spank you for it."
    My heart seemed to flutter like a bi rd in my chest, and a lightning bolt of lust went through me, making my hips buck against the pillow, seeking some way to assuage the burning there. I could scarcely believe how erotic I found it that he was making that kind of harshly dominant rule for me. It was so monstrous and yet so delicious to think of him as