Nathan Slivers

Oh, dad, no, dad!

CHAPTER ONE

Kathleen Williamson pulled her car into the driveway of her father's new house and sat there for a moment, feeling very sulky. She tossed her dark hair back from her face and wondered why she'd come. She hadn't seen her father in five years, and didn't really want to. She was sure he'd been responsible for the breakup of her parents' marriage. He'd walked out, and now he was married to this Stacey woman.

Kathleen looked in the mirror to make sure her makeup was correct.

She opened the car door and climbed out, picking up her overnight case. She supposed she had to see him, because she needed the money for college so badly. He should give it to her anyway, he owed it to her.

Her suspicions were more than confirmed when the door opened.

"Hi," a woman said pleasantly. "I'm Stacey. You must be Kathleen."

"Yes," Kathleen said, and walked in.

Stacey was a blonde, sluttish to the limit, that was clear. She had a stunning, hard, seductive face, mascara-rimmed eyes, a straight nose and wide, sensual lips. Her blonde hair flowed around her face and was obviously bleached, though not that much, and the faint hint of dark roots showed. Her vivid red lipstick and high cheekbones hinted at some kind of depravity, Kathleen was certain.

Kathleen's own face was just as beautiful, if not more so, under her dark hair, but Kathleen didn't advertise the fact. True, her hair was done in ringlets that showed her features off to the best, but her makeup was light, merely picking out her best points, her wide mouth, dark eyes and strong jawline.

Stacey's body was shown off absolutely brazenly. She wore a semi-transparent top that clearly showed her bra underneath, and her jeans were very tight, clinging to her like a second skin. Stacey's tits were just a little larger than Kathleen's, or so Kathleen judged, not that she made a habit of such things, she assured herself. Stacey's waistline was slim, and her swelling ass was tight and luscious. Her legs were not as long as Kathleen's, but were still shaped in delicious curves that showed clearly through her jeans.

"You must have had a long drive," Stacey said, ushering Kathleen into the main room. "Would you like to have a shower and relax? Giles won't be back for a couple of hours."

"Yes," Kathleen said ungraciously, ignoring Stacey as much as possible.

Stacey didn't seem hurt. She led Kathleen upstairs, showed her to a bedroom and bathroom, and left her to it. Kathleen showered and didn't come down again until her father arrived home.

"Well, baby," he said, holding out his arms, "you sure have changed."

Kathleen ignored his welcome and sat down, crossing her legs in the long, flowing dress she had changed into. "Yes, how are you?"

"Fine," he said, ignoring her rudeness. "Long time since I saw you. How's your mother?"

"Fine, no thanks to you."

He grinned a little. "You're just like her, I see. Did she tell you why I walked out?"

"Because you like shits," Kathleen said. "And you married one."

He still didn't seem hurt, "Yeah. Would you like a drink?"

"I don't drink."

He laughed openly. "Of course not."

Things got worse over dinner. Kathleen was sulky, her face down, resenting Stacey and her father and the fact that she was there at all. Stacey had changed for dinner and was now dressed in a tight little black dress with stockings and five-inch heels. The outline of her luscious body pushed against the fabric in a display that was so sexual Kathleen could hardly stop herself making comments. However, she made up for it by attacking her father the whole time, trying to make him feel guilty.

"So why did you come if you don't want to be here?" he asked after dinner.

"Because I need money for college and you owe me," Kathleen said. "When I get it, I'll get out of here and leave you alone for your slut. I'm sure you have things to do."

She stared at Stacey with such hatred that the blonde blushed before she grinned.

"I think this child needs some discipline," Stacey said.

"I think so too," Giles said reflectively. "So you think I'm going to give you the money you want, even if you insult me and my wife openly?"

"You're a depraved beast," Kathleen said, her eyes lighting up. "All you ever wanted was sex, mommy told me so. And when she wouldn't give it to you, you went out and – and had other women! She told me!"

"DO YOU believe everything your mother tells you?" he asked, his voice hard and level. "Honey, do me a favor, call Jim and Rick, will you?"

Stacey looked at him and grinned. "Oohhh, you beast!" She chuckled and got up at once. "Really gonna teach her, huh?"

"I think she's earned it," Giles said quietly. "Now, Kathleen, about your mother, do you want to hear my side of the story?"

"I know your side of the story! And she proves it!" She jerked her head at Stacey as the blonde left the room.

"I see," he said. "So nothing will change your mind?"

"Nothing!"

"And you expect me to give you the money?" His manner was very strange, making Kathleen feel uneasy.

"I'll write to the local paper," she said. "Expose you for what you are. You wouldn't want that, would you?"

He stared at her for a long time. "You don't understand a thing, do you? Now behave, or you'll regret it. I don't like bitchy, stupid girls."

"That's it," Kathleen said, getting up. "Give me the check and I'm leaving."

"No check."

"Give me that money, it's mine!" Kathleen yelled, and rushed at her father. She slapped him across the face, beating him as hard as she could.

He didn't flinch, just grinned up at her. "Y'know," he said softly as she stood over him, her body heaving in the loose long dress. "I've spent a lot of time trying to give you the benefit of the doubt. But you're a bitch, just like your mother. I let her get away with it. That was stupid of me."

Kathleen gasped as he leaned forward and threw her over his shoulder. She shrieked with surprise as be stood up, holding her with one hand on her back as he carried her into the main room. Stacey had drawn the blinds, and there wan sudden hint of menace there. The furniture had all been pushed out of the middle of the room.

"What are you doing?" Kathleen shrieked as Giles threw her down over the back of a large chair. The padded back hit her below the waist, and she screamed in horror as he pushed her down until her face almost touched the soft cushions. "What are you doing?"

He didn't answer, just held her there until Stacey suddenly appeared and grabbed the young girl's hands.

"What are you doing!" Kathleen wailed as Stacey slipped two metal shackles over her wrists. "What? No! What are you doing!"

Stacey bent down and pulled the chains tight until she could slip one of the links over a metal stud in the bottom of the chair. Kathleen strained against the bonds, but the metal shackles just cut into her wrists.

"What? Stop, don't!" she moaned, twisting and trying to see behind her.

Stacey stood up and walked behind the bound girl, grabbing one of her ankles. Kathleen screamed and wept again, demanding to know what was going on. Stacey clipped more shackles over her ankle and pulled her foot outward until she could slip the chain over something on the back legs of the chair. Then she went for Kathleen's other ankle, grabbing it while Giles leaned on her back, saying nothing.

Suddenly Kathleen was utterly helpless, pinned down over the back of the chair, her legs stretched to the limit like her arms, the metal shackles digging painfully into her wrists and ankles.

"What are you doing!" she shrieked. Giles eased his hand off her back and walked around to face her, pulling a chair closer and sitting in it. He took out a cigarette and lit it, watching her, a strange expression on his face.

"I'm gonna teach you manners, young lady. At the end of it, you can take the money or turn me in to the police." He drew on his cigarette. "But I warn you, if you say you're gonna turn me in, I'll keep you here until the bruises go down and then let you go." He chuckled dryly. "And many of the police are friends of mine, so don't expect too much sympathy from them."

"What are you saying?" Kathleen asked. "What do you mean, bruises? And I suppose the police are in your pay, is that it?"

"Close enough," he said softly. "Now look what Stacey has for you, just to begin."

Stacey paraded in front of Kathleen, and the bound girl almost passed out. Stacey had taken her dress off, and under it she wore a tight black leather bodice that pushed her luscious tits up without covering them. Below the bodice, her tight black panties slid down to tight suspender straps and black stockings. But that wasn't the worst of it in one gloved hand, Stacey carried a thin wooden cane. It was about four feet long and trembled as she tapped it in her palm.

"What-what are you going to do?" Kathleen asked.

"I'm gonna whip your stuck-up little ass with this. Whip it until you scream for mercy. Longer, if I feel like it."

"No, Dad, you can't do this, you can't!" Kathleen wailed, craning her neck up and staring at her father.

"Oh, but I can. There's no limit on your visit, remember? And your mother hates to talk to me so much I don't think she'll ever call." He leaned back and drew on his cigarette. "So let's have a good time and enjoy ourselves, shall we?"

"Dad, no!" Kathleen screamed. "You can't do this, I'll put you in jail! I will! Stop that!"

She twisted desperately as she felt Stacey's hands easing the hem of her long dress up her legs. "Nooo! Stop her, Dad, she can't do this!"

But he ignored her, and the dress slid on up her legs, past her knees and up over her thighs. Kathleen started to scream in earnest then, for she had nothing on under the dress apart from her panties.

"No, stop it!" she wailed, but nothing stopped Stacey. She pushed the loose dress up over Kathleen's ass and stood back.

"You know, Giles, your daughter's got one hell of a pair of legs, and that ass is just as good."

"That good?" Giles asked, rising lazily from his chair.

"That good," Stacey said, and Kathleen screamed.

"Noooo, Dad, you can't, noooo! That's disgusting!"

"Oh, don't worry," he said. "Things are gonna get a lot more disgusting very soon." He surveyed his daughter's long shapely legs and tight ass. "Yeah, that's true, I didn't know I could produce anything that good."

Stacey giggled at him. "Stupid bastard, you had to get something good out of that mess. When she's in a better mood, I'll dress her for you. She'll blow your mind. And a few other things. Now go put your robe on while I give this bitch something to think about."

"Love ya," he said, and went upstairs.

"Now, bitch," Stacey said, and slid the cane across Kathleen's tight ass as it pushed up over the padded cushions on the back of the chair. "Scream as much as you like, this room's sound-proofed, and nobody's gonna think anything unusual is happening anyway."

"What? Stop this, nooo!" Kathleen screamed, twisting and pulling against the metal shackles that held her over the chair. She felt the cane sliding over her pacifies. Then the cane pulled away and she tried to twist and ace what was happening, but the back of the chair blocked her view.

It didn't block the agony, however. There was a slight wishing sound and the most terrible pain rushed out of her ass as the thin cane whipped into her tight flesh.

"Aaaghghhh!" she screamed, jerking and twisting as the agony rushed over her whole body. "Stop it! Stop!"

In answer, she got another slashing blow across her ass, just above the first stroke. The pain rushed out, making her break into a sweat, her arms dragging in the chains, thick red lines appearing in her wrists from the pressure of her puffing arms. She screamed again, her body jerking.

"Stop! Noooo!" she wailed, gasping for breath as the cane whipped her ass, beating the agony through her cotton panties. Her legs trembled and shook, and her whole body rocked with surging horror and pain.

"Fuck, I get wet when I do this," Stacey said, lashing Kathleen's bound ass. Her fingers were already sliding into her panties, stroking her pussy as it got damp with excitement. "How about taking this disgusting dress off for us?"

"Noooo!" Kathleen screamed, jerking wildly, her dark hair tossing helplessly. Her ass was throbbing with horrible pain, burning red as the cane lashed her tight asscheeks. Another blow whipped into her stretched asscheeks and she leaned on the chair back, jerking the legs around on the thick carpet. "You beast, stop it, stop it! Aaghghghhh!"

"Yeahhh," Stacey gasped as she whipped the bound Kathleen. "You wanna know what I'm doing, bitch?"

"Help!" Kathleen screamed. "Daddy, Daddy!"

"Wanna know?" Stacey yelled, lashing Kathleen even harder, the cane whipping into her asscheeks with a sound that rang off the walls of the room.

"Aaagh! Yes, yes, please, what are you doing?" Kathleen asked, her body throbbing in agony.

"I'm bringing myself off, you little cunt, masturbating, and it's fun, you hear that?" She lashed the girl's ass. "It's fun because you're such a stuck-up piece of cunt and I'm gonna bring you down to size." She whipped Kathleen, adding another stripe of crimson pain to her already-suffering ass. "Got that?"

"Yes, yes, please! Yes, I got that, please stop!" Kathleen groaned.

"Tell me how much you wanna take that dress off," Stacey said, whipping Kathleen again.

"Aaaahhh! No, please, nooo!" Kathleen gasped, her ass erupting with pain as she was whipped again.

"Fine, bitch, I love this. I'll come again," Stacey said, whipping the cane into Kathleen's heaving, red ass.

"All right, I'll take it off!" Kathleen moaned, tears running down her cheeks.

"Tell me how much you want to do it," Stacey said, her fingers throbbing on her cunt as she rubbed her hot clit, bringing herself to the brink of another orgasm.

"Aaaghh! No, please! Uurrghhh! All right, all right, please let me do it!" the bound girl screamed, her dark hair tossing around her face.

"Go on, you bitch," Giles said as he walked in wearing a robe. "Whip her until you come again, I know you want to."