Sins of A Father Part 1

Dean:

I know I have a problem. I knew that I had a problem from the time that I first saw her, right after my wife Janet gave birth to her. I knew that I was going to love her more than any father had ever loved a daughter before. We named her Sarah, it means Princess. She was my Princess. Janet and I had been married for only about 6 months when she told me she was pregnant. At first I was scared and pissed off that I was going to be stuck as a family man at only 22, but that first time I held her all of my anxieties disappeared and I knew that it was meant to be.

For the first few years of her life it was innocent enough. But the first time that I felt that I crossed the line was one time when she was four years old. She decided that it would be funny if she took crayons and drew all over the living room wall while her mother was gone and I was busy. I didn’t find it funny at all and she got a spanking. I did however, enjoy giving the spanking. Feeling my hand slap her cute, firm little ass cheeks. Over and over again…I couldn’t stop myself. Not because I was angry, but because it turned me on. Janet wasn’t in to rough sex, or any kind of of kinky sex for that matter. Hell, I could hardly get her to do doggy style. So as I sat there spanking Sarah’s ass I could feel myself getting turned on. I knew that it was wrong that I felt this way, but I just attributed it to the lack of physical intimacy in mine and Janet’s relationship. After I was done with the spanking I sat there and caressed her red, hot cheeks for a moment and then I let her go and she ran off sniffing back the snot and tears running down her face.

For the next couple of years nothing really happened. Janet was getting more prude than ever however. We would have sex maybe once a month and then it was only for 15 minutes and she just lay there, as though she was bored. After I would finish she would roll over and go right to sleep. I don’t know what her problem is. It’s not like I am repulsive or anything. So needless to say I was pretty sexually frustrated. Well anyway, the next time something did happen was when Sarah was about six years old. Janet was out of town at a convention, Tupperware or some shit like that. Sarah was in taking a bath and she called for me to come help her get out and get dried off. When I went into the bathroom I lost my breath. There she was standing up in the bathtub, water glistening on her skin. I could see her bald little pussy, and those firm ass cheeks that I love so much.