Daddy and daughter Kelly

Well this sucked. For far too long my wife was being a total bitch and now our teenage daughter Kelly was turning into a duplicate of her mother. With Barbara it didn’t matter how much I tried, nothing could placate her, even if I did what she wanted it wasn’t good enough or soon enough or any other excuse she could manage to make me feel like shit. At the moment the only aggravation from her was the fact she was out with her girlfriend Kathy, which really meant she wouldn’t be home until tomorrow afternoon.

Kelly came out of her room dressed in and tight blouse and short skirt that left nothing to the imagination, her outfit gave her a whorish look. I wondered if she’d been in her mothers closet. “Kelly, I think you could dress more appropriately for a young lady.”

“Like you care.” Her voice sounded of acid.

I was pissed. “That is no way to talk to your father Kelly.”

“Yeah well my father would be a man, I don’t know what you are.”

Fuck this, I got up just in time to have her slam the door in my face.

“Damn it” I thought, “I’m tired of this shit.”

I don’t drink often but decided to have a beer and see if anything worthwhile was on tv, maybe I could find a movie where the main character was kicking ass on all the bad guys. No such luck. After a couple of hours of non-satisfaction I decided to go to bed.

It was a little after 1 am when I heard the front door close hard, then I heard Kelly curse as she stumbled into a wall. “Great, shes drunk.” I heard her go into the bathroom and pee then make a difficult approach to her bedroom, a moment later there was a crashing sound from her bed.

Maybe it was the power of suggestion or the beer I had hours ago was working it’s way out but I had to pee as well. I went into the bathroom and found one of Kellys shoes laying sideways in the door, I just shook my head. When I finished I picked up the shoe to toss into her room, I flicked on the hall light to see where I was going.

Her door was wide open and I could see she must have fell straight to the bed and hadn’t moved since. Her arms and legs were splayed out and it looked like she was doing the ‘dead mans float’ on her mattress. Her skirt had hiked up to expose her ass, not like it had far to go to get there. I could see her ass cheeks and crotch from where I stood. I tossed the shoe in by her dresser and was about to turn away when I got the idea to swat her ass just to give her grief. She’d been enough of a pain lately, I decided to return the favor. I spanked her and she didn’t even flinch so I whacked her harder and still got no result. She was completely out of it. “Well that’s that.” I figured she’d have a hangover in the morning and I could find some way to make her life miserable then.

I looked at her ass and the triangle of material covering her crotch, it occured to me that if she was going to act the whore then I was going to treat her like one. I slid my hand between her legs and played with her pussy a little. “No, this isn’t good enough,” I thought and I spread her ass cheeks to find the string of her thong and pull it aside.