Daddy Doesn’t Spare The Rod

This is the first sex story I ever wrote and I posted it a little over a year ago in the forum. I was reading over it again and decided to try it on a wider audience.
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When she was very little, she liked to strip off all of her clothes and run naked outside. She loved to feel the air tickle her tiny body. She loved the feel of the soft grass against her skin. Mommy saw her and told her that only naughty little girls showed their private places to the world. Then mommy took her inside and beat her with a belt until her little legs and bottom were bruised.


When she was very little, she liked to put her hands down the front of her panties and rub her little cunny at night. It relaxed her and the nice feelings helped her drift off to sleep. Mommy caught her one night and told her only nasty little girls touched themselves “down there” unless they had to wash, and then it should be done quickly. For two weeks mommy made her sleep with her little hands tied over her head.


When she was very little, she liked to sit on Daddy’s lap and cover him with kisses. She loved to bounce on his knee. She especially loved to scoot her little bottom around in his lap and would giggle when she felt the hard lump that grew under her. Mommy saw this one day and yanked her off of her Daddy by her hair and slapped her repeatedly until she almost passed out. Mommy told her that only dirty little girls liked to tease men with their bodies and force them to get hard. She was thrown into her room and mommy locked the door. After a month the little girl was allowed out, but she was never left alone with her Daddy.


As the years went by the little girl learned to be a very good girl. She always did what mommy said and never disobeyed. Mommy was still not very happy, but slowly the punishments stopped.


Shortly after the little girl turned 11 mommy got very sick and had to be put in the hospital. She was a devoted daughter and hardly ever left mommy’s side during those 3 weeks. The day came when mommy knew that she would die soon. She made the little girl promise to be very obedient and always good. She reminded her daughter that naughty little girls got punished harshly. The little girl nodded her head adamantly and swore an oath crossing her heart. With that, her mommy gave a last shuddering breath and sank into her pillows. In death her mommy’s pinched and angry face finally relaxed into something almost resembling peaceful slumber.


Weeks and months passed and the little girl remembered all that her mommy had taught her. She was very obedient at school and at home. She took very good care of her Daddy by cooking and cleaning. The two hardly spoke to each other, but some nights she felt her Daddy’s eyes following her. If she glanced in his direction, she saw a hungry, yearning look in his eyes. She was more then a little frightened by that look, but also just a teeny bit excited by it. But knowing that kind of excitement was very naughty, she always looked away and shut it out of her mind. She knew what happened to naughty little girls.


One night, six months after the death of her mommy, she was cleaning up after dinner.