The Devil Wears Pigtails

by Small Penis


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Who in the Hell said girls are easier to raise than boys hasn’t met my 18 year old tomboy daughter. I drove on, staring straight ahead with a scowl on my face, with my daughter sitting next to me. We were on the way home since she had been suspended for beating up David Williams and putting him in the hospital with a broken nose and dislocated jaw. The principal, Mr. Templeton was not pleased and neither was I since it was the third time this semester I was called to school for my daughter’s fighting.

As a single 38 year old parent, I had tried to do the best for my daughter over the past 8 years since my wife left me for a younger man. Stacy had always been a bit of a hell raiser, and although at times I admired her spunk, this was the first time her actions had led to suspension, and I needed to do something about it.

I pulled into our drive and both of us exited the car. I watched her move up the walk and just shook my head at the contrast in her looks and her aggressive personality. She was all of 5’3″ and 110 pounds and loved to wear dresses to show off her shapely muscular legs. She constantly wore her hair in a pony tail or pigtails.

When she became a teen, she became aggressive and almost domineering to her classmates, and she even beat up a male history teacher until he agreed to change her grade from a D to a C so she could remain on the boys wrestling team.

I stared at her as she gave me that little smile over her shoulder and said “Come on Pop, I’m hungry.”

How could she be so blasé about what just happened to her? The young woman was just kicked out of school. I was beside myself on what to do, but we had to have a talk. I did my normal clothes washing and folded her bras and panties, then fixed us a nice dinner of pork chops, mashed

potatoes and peas, as I constantly ran over what I was going to say to her in my mind.

Before dinner, she changed from her shirt into a pair of tiny silk shorts and tank top which showed off her taut round buttocks and shapely round breasts. She stepped into the kitchen in her bare feet, with her painted pink toenails and her braless breasts bouncing freely.

Her pigtails jumped up and down as she pranced over to me at the stove and planted a kiss on my cheek. It always felt a little strange that we were almost the same height and she didn’t have to reach far up to kiss me. At only 5’5″ myself, and 130 pounds there was little difference in our physical make-up except that her 110 pounds was hard as a rock muscle and I was a little soft, through years of sedentary office work.

Her bubbly attitude and beautiful young body made it very difficult to remember that I was quite angry with her, and staring across the dinner table at her protruding nipples and the evident cleavage of her firm young breasts did not help matters.

After dinner I cleaned the dishes while Stacy went down into the basement to work out with her weights. Setting the last dishes in the washer and starting the cycle, I knew I couldn’t put off our talk any longer and took a deep breath and headed down stairs.

As I neared the bottom of the stairs I stopped short, in awe of my young daughter. I watched as she curled 95 pounds in steady fluid motions for 15 reps. I would be lucky if I could curl 40 pounds for 8 reps and bad form.

As she set the bar back on the stand, I entered the room and crossed the mat which she used to practice her wrestling moves.

I took her hand and said “Honey, we need to talk,” and led her to the couch against the wall.

“Sure Pop. What’s up?”

She stared at me with those crystal blue eyes and sparkling smile and I wanted to melt. My young daughter knew how to wrap me around her finger and her hold on me just grew stronger as the years passed. I was determined this time to lay down the law and remain strong, no matter how much her smile could turn me to mush.

“Baby, what you have been doing with the fighting is very wrong and something has to be done about it because with the suspension, it has gotten totally out of hand. I don’t want to do this to you, but I’m afraid I’m going to have to punish you.”

If I didn’t know better I would have thought I detected a smirk cross her sexy moist lips as she said, “Oh Daddy, please don’t punish me.”

“Don’t get smart and make light of this young lady. It is very serious. I have given it a lot of thought and have decided that you will do without the car and the television for two weeks, and as much as I hate to do it, I must give you a needed spanking.

Once again the smirk appeared and her eyebrow was raised as she calming said, “I don’t think so Pop.”

“Young lady, this is non-negotiable and those are the terms of your punishment, so I would like you to bare your bottom and lay across my lap for twenty spanks.”

I was shocked to hear my sweet young daughter laugh in my face. I had never been shown any disrespect from her, but then again, I had never really confronted her.

“Daddy, you know I love and respect you, but David Williams deserved the beating I gave him, so the punishment is uncalled for, and I will not accept any punishment. And as far as the spanking goes, you surely should not threaten what you can’t deliver on.”

It was evident that Stacy had drawn a line in the sand and dared me to cross it, so I had no choice. I grabbed her wrist, intending to pull her onto my lap, but in one swift motion she reversed the hold, grabbed my wrist and forced my up into the centre of my back and sent me off the couch and face first onto the mat

She straddled my back, holding me pinned beneath her and whispered menacingly into my ear, “Never bite off more than you can chew Daddy.”

I bucked and struggled with all my might to unseat her, but it was hopeless. She was just too strong for me.

I felt her hand go beneath me and began to undo my belt and the clasp of my pants as she added, “Although we have never battled, you should know me well enough that I never back down, and always come out on top in a fight.”

I felt my street pants slipped down and pounded my legs up and down as if in a temper tantrum, but she merely tossed them aside and removed my socks and shoes. Instead of undoing my shirt, she ripped it off me, sending buttons flying, and leaving me helpless and winded, only in my jockey shorts.

She released my arm and got off me, but my freedom was short lived. She placed a strong hand under my neck and drew me up in a choke hold and looked at me with fire in her eyes.

“I don’t mean to hurt you Daddy, but when I am confronted, a switch is turned on in my brain, and it just makes me go crazy and I want to inflict pain.”

She pulled me back to the couch again and after she sat, she pulled me down with my back on the couch, and my buttocks on her lap, as I stared helplessly at the ceiling. She blocked me from sitting up by putting a strong forearm across my chest, and immobilised my legs by trapping them in a scissors hold with her bronzed muscular thighs and calves.

Suddenly I felt her free hand grab my underpants and quickly pulling them over my small penis. The horror of being totally dominated by my young daughter in no way equaled the humiliation I felt as she viewed my ¾ inch flaccid penis.

She had to release her scissors hold to push my underwear the rest of the way down my legs and I thought that might be my opportunity to escape so I kicked and bucked with all my might until she caught me in the grasp of her legs once again.

“I like it when you fight me Daddy. It turns me on.”

“Please Honey. Let’s just forget I ever said anything and return to things as they were.”

“I’m sorry Daddy, but once someone lights my fuse, and I have never learned to put it out before the big explosion.

I could not believe my predicament. Naked, conquered and totally exposed I lay bent over backwards with my tiny penis sticking less than and an inch in the air.

I saw a smile form on Stacy’s face as she looked down at my vulnerable cock and balls, then felt her part my thighs and re-clamp them in the painful vice of her thighs.

“You have such a cute tiny little penis Daddy. You don’t mind if I touch it do you?”

“Please Baby. It’s wrong. Don’t do this to me, I’m begging you.”

My pleading fell on deaf ears as she took my small member between her two fingers and began to twist it around in a circle.

“Did Mommy used to like to play with your teeny weenie? I’ll bet it’s fun to suck on.”

“Please Honey. Don’t…”

“Look you even have tiny testicles. They are so cute. Are they sensitive?”

Grabbing and squeezing my ball sac, she made me see starts causing me to shriek with pain.

“Oh my! I guess those little fellows ARE sensitive aren’t they?

“I’m begging you Stacy. Let me go and I will make it up to you… Anything you want. Just name it.”

“That’s a very tempting offer Daddy, but I am enjoying myself, and in the future, I plan to get anything I want anyway because you are going to be such a good boy, aren’t you?”

Once again she squeezed my balls and yelled “Aren’t you?”

“Yeesssss! Yes! Please let go!”

“I think not Daddy,” and suddenly I was twisted over so my chest was now down on the couch with my arm once again twisted behind me and my ass in the air above her lap. I was totally defenceless and completely exposed to my young tormentor.

When I felt her warm fingers separate the crack of my buttocks, as her other hand stroked and squeezed my balls, I panicked. “My Lord Stacy! What are you doing?”

“Didn’t Mommy ever play with your cute little bottom Daddy?”

“Definitely not!”

When I felt her finger start to circle my puckered opening, I thought to myself, ‘Surely she won’t do that.’ How wrong I was. Slowly she inserted her index finger until it was totally inside me, causing me to cry out in shock.

“Oh God. Please Stacy. I can’t take it.”

She removed her finger long enough to give me a hard slap across my bare ass sending a shock wave through my body.

“Oh hush you big baby,” and she reinserted her finger while her other hand was roughly kneading and massaging my cock and balls. Up and down she ran her hand over my crotch as she continued to thrust her finger in and out of my ass.

I began to get dizzy and my breathing became laboured as this two prong attack was bending me to her will, and I reached my fully erect three inches as my ass rose to meet her finger each time it plunged into me.

With my face buried in the cushion of the couch, all I could do was moan as she ravaged my aching cock and ass. I was losing all control and finally my cock gushered a huge load of semen across her lap and onto the couch.

“Oh my. My little man REALLY needed to spurt didn’t he?”

I was wracked with spasms until I shot the last of my load, and lay spent, still totally exposed to dominant daughter.

Just as I was regaining my breath, I thought this nightmare had ended, but my devil child was not yet finished with me.

She tossed me onto the mat once again, and I lay there still breathing heavily. Standing up she said “Look what that naughty naughty boy did to my shorts. You got nasty old semen all over the place. I will have to remove them, but I wanted to get naked anyway, because whenever I fight, it just makes me SUPER wet, and I need some nice person to lick me all up.”

“Oh no Stacy. Not that. That is so unclean and unsanitary. Please don’t make me do that.”

“So you never ate Mama? No wonder she left you, with that tiny dick, and no licky licky.”

I watched as she pulled the top over her head exposing her ripe perfectly round breasts punctuated by protruding pink nipples. I was mesmerised by their beauty and couldn’t tear my eyes away until her hands went to the waistband of her shorts and slowly moved them down over her taut tanned thighs.

She pushed her silk panties down her legs and sensuously moved to straddle my head. I could only stare at the bare, totally shaved lips as she slowly lowered her body just inches from my face.

I tried at the last minute to turn my head, but she grabbed my cheeks between her strong fingers, preventing me from turning away. She moved her pussy to where it was actually touching my nose and I could actually smell the scent of her.

She pinched my nipples roughly as she ordered me to lick her, so I gingerly stuck out my tongue and gently licked a woman’s vagina for the first time. I felt totally degraded by such a filthy act, but she forced me to continue, and I licked her outer lips and was forced to insert my tongue deeply into her, not only her vagina, but Lord help me, her anus. For a half hour she rocked on my face and used me over and over to satisfy her filthy cravings, sending her juices into my mouth and forcing me to swallow them.

When she finally got off my face, after her fourth orgasm my face was sore, red, and covered from top to bottom in her juices. I was nearly in tears, thinking of the degradation of licking a woman where she has bowel movements and urinates. How could my sweet baby have put me through something so disgusting?

Stacy looked at my broken expression, and said “Cheer up Daddy. You did fantastic, and you will have a lot more time to practice in the future.”

“Oh God no Stacy. Please let this be the one and only time.”

She picked me up and gave me a weak slap on my bare ass and said, “I wouldn’t think of it. Now I want you to go to bed and get a good night’s sleep because tomorrow is Saturday and we are going to play some more.

Broken and dejected I slowly climbed the stares entered my bedroom and threw myself down on my bed, knowing that my life had been forever changed by my precious sweet daughter who had been transformed into the devil herself.

by MildmanInVa

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