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  “Let’s have a look at the damage shall we?”

  And before I could stop him Max had pulled my panties down over my ass. While the cool air was a relief I didn’t really know how I felt about this. Max, was kind of my father, I mean this all started because he wanted to call me Daddy and the fact that he was now looking at my bare ass was uncomfortable and embarrassing.

  And yet it also turned me on a bit.

  For a start I had a really nice ass. Tight and compact, but still nice and rounded. I regularly wore tight shorts to show it off and it got a lot of looks and may have been responsible for a traffic accident or two. I really liked the way I felt when people checked me out. But Max was... Max.

  The weird thing was also feeling really proud. I mean I’d struggled and tried to get him to stop, but the fact that my ass was now stinging and red made me proud that I was taking my punishment.

  It was weird and confusing. And then Max began to lazily drag his fingers across the hot skin of my reddened ass and it got even more confusing.

  “Hey... cut it out.” I squirmed against him unwilling to admit that cutting it out was the last thing I wanted. I actually wanted more. I tried to push my ass up and outwards, humping against the air a little in search of sensation.

  SMACK

  I screamed. Part of it was shock. But it also really, really hurt. I felt the tears begin immediately, welling in the corners of my eyes. They ran down my cheek and along my nose where they dripped on the wooden floor below my face. The sensation was infuriating and I longed to wipe my eyes and nose, but with my arms pinned behind my back I could not.

  SMACK

  This time I wasn’t so vocal. A cross between a scream and a grunt. Again Max paused and this time his wandering fingers found their way to the cleft between my legs, where my panties were bunched up against my pussy.

  I was wet. I could feel it. I don’t know if was him or the spanking but something was turning me on like nothing else. Again I felt this warped sense of pride. I had the urge to show Daddy how wet I was, how my spanking was turning me on. I wriggled on his lap and tried to pull my legs forward and spread them just a little bit. Trying to put my cute teenage pussy on display for him.

  Daddy? It had just drifted into my consciousness. It suddenly felt appropriate. He wouldn’t hear it from me though. I still intended to win the bet.

  SMACK

  I’d given up squealing and kicking and screaming. There just wasn’t any fight left in me. As he paused between blows Max’s fingers wandered. Tracing lines on my flesh and reawakening the stinging pain of my reddened ass. I couldn’t contain myself. I groaned. A long, drawn out low, groan. I felt shame at my inability to hide my desire and the fact that I was giving away how much this was turning me on.

  SMACK

  He tugged at my panties, pulling them further down my thighs.I could feel them peeling away from my skin, my arousal apparent from how wet the front of my panties were. I hadn’t thought that it was possible for me to feel more ashamed and humiliated than I already was, but apparently I could. Now I knew my bare pussy would be on display. Peeking out from between my legs. Pink, puffy with desire and slick and shiny with my leaking juices.

  SMACK

  I screamed again as Max brought his hand down directly on the lips of my exposed pussy. I hadn’t been expecting that and with the shock came a burst of both pleasure and pain that felt like an eruption.

  The pain was immediately soothed by a single finger sliding between my exposed lips. Oh God that felt good. I trembled beneath it as I felt myself being parted and the finger began to explore further downward... near but not quite against my clit.

  SMACK

  My breath was coming in short bursts now. I knew I was crying, but beyond that the noises I was making sounded alien to me. My ass was raw, it felt like it was glowing. But the intensity of the pain was matched by a desperate aching need.

  “Almost there sweetheart.” Max’s voice was smooth as silk, almost tender. As he spoke his finger returned. Sliding between my lips once more, but this time grazing my clit with the slightest touch.

  That touch was... amazing. I cried out with need and rolled my hips upwards looking for more. Trying to force myself against his hand.

  SMACK

  I ignore the stinging pain in my ass and humped the air. Desperate for more stimulation. I had given up trying to maintain any kind of dignity. I was beyond humiliation and embarrassment. I just needed his touch.

  When he returned I felt two fingers parting me and a third exploring the entrance to my virgin cunt. He toyed with me using the lightest of touches, never giving me quite what I needed.

  I trembled beneath him and cried. It wasn’t the pain any more it was my need. I could endure the pain. I would endure it to make Daddy proud, but I needed more.

  SMACK

  “Puh... uh... Puh-lease.” I sobbed. My breath sounded ragged and wretched. I felt like a wreck but I didn’t care. I just needed to come.

  “You know what I need to hear don’t you? You know how you need to ask.”

  I nodded and sniffed. My eyes and nose were streaming. My defenses were completely gone. Shredded by the needs of my hungry teenage body.

  “Y...yes. Yes D...daddy.” I was giving in, admitting defeat. But as soon as I said that word out loud I felt a hot ball of pleasure growing in my belly. It felt good and right to think of him like that.

  It was what had been missing in my life. Someone who actually cared about me enough to do something about my behavior.

  “I’m sorry Daddy. I’m so sorry. But please... I need to... I need to...”

  SMACK

  SMACK

  I cried out and sobbed against his legs. My ass was just one big mass of pain now.

  “Please Daddy, make me come. I need to come so much. Please Daddy.”

  “Of course you can.” He stroked my ass as he talked to me, each touch felt like sandpaper against my raw skin. “You were such a brave girl, you’ve earned this.”

  The knot of pleasure in my tummy was joined by a sense of pride at his compliment and then I was cooing with pleasure as I felt his fingers once again slide between my lips.

  He parted me and began circling my clit with a single fingertip. I groaned and began to raise my hips in time with his movements, trying to meet him and tease more pressure out of his touch.

  “Heh. Someone is eager. And you’re so very wet.”

  “Yes Daddy. I’m so wet for you. I want it so bad. Please make me come Daddy.”

  My voice was perhaps a little too childish and petulant as I milked it for all it was worth, but Max didn’t seem to mind. He didn’t seem to mind at all. I think I’d been too caught up in my own needs to notice how hard he was. His cock, jutting into my ribcage, was like an iron bar. An awareness of the effect I was having on him, created another rush of pride.

  At first I resisted the finger he tried to force inside me. But I was so wet and well lubricate it was impossible. I felt myself stretch to accommodate him and soon he was able to slide his finger in and out of me in time with the rubbing of my clit.

  This was enough to push me over the edge. I had had orgasms before but nothing like this. This was something else. I felt it in my whole body. My muscles tensing and then being flooded with warm gooey ecstasy as that knot in my stomach unraveled and sent tendrils of pleasure worming their way through my young body.

  As it passed I felt myself trembling uncontrollably. My breath coming in irregular gasps of air as I tried to regain control of my own body. That was... that was... Oh God that was sensational.

  He wasn’t finished yet though. His hand remained firm against my pussy as I rode out several little waves of post-orgasm tremors. And once I was still he started again. His fingers flat against me, applying pressure in a smooth and constant circling motion.

  I was still sensitive but the motion felt so good. Too good, within seconds I found my body being rocked by another orgasm. Not as powerful as the first, bu
t more raw and intense. I could feel the aches in my body now, the dull throbbing pain in my poor ass and these sensations mingled with the jagged waves of pleasure that rocked my body.

  By the time he was done I was a mess. Everything was sore and my body ached, but I felt like I was wrapped in a cocoon of bliss. Daddy pulled me up and turned me around. Allowing me to curl up in his lap and cling to him.

  I reached towards his crotch. Maybe I could return the favor, maybe Daddy would like that. But he intercepted my hand and placed it on his leg. Not now. Not tonight. I understood and just lay still in his arms. Content and smiling.

  - X -

  The next morning I slept late. When I got out of bed every movement set off explosions of pain in my ass. My mouth dropped open when I saw it in the mirror. The red of the previous night had turned into two matching purple bruises on each cheek. They were huge and ugly and I wouldn’t be able to wear a swimsuit for a while, but I felt ridiculously proud of them.

  Max was already up. He was cooking breakfast. I made a grab for a rasher of bacon and he swatted me across the knuckles with a spatula.

  “I don’t know what time of day you call this, but we have to go pick your mother up from the airport later and I want this place spotless before she gets home. You need to start treating her with a little more respect and that’s going to mean doing more chores and pulling your weight around here OK?”

  My first instinct was to respond with something glib and obnoxious. I mean it was kind of my thing. But as I went to open my mouth I felt a twinge of pain in my ass and flashed back to the wonderful orgasms of the night before. Maybe I should try not being such a brat for a while. At least until my ass wasn’t so sore.

  “Sure... M... Daddy.” I beamed up at him, giving him my best little-angel smile.

  He smiled back and handed me a plate of bacon and eggs, “That’s my girl.”

  And I was. I was his girl. And that made me so happy.

  - X -

  I Can’t Believe He Shaved Me!

  “We should totally make out.”

  It wasn’t the first time Jenny had suggested this. She always said that we should do it to put on a show for the boys and that it would really turn them on, but I got the impression that for the most part it was just because she wanted to make out with me.

  “Sure.” I was feeling rebellious and restless. Since Max had spanked me (and seriously, I still can’t believe he actually did that) things had been a little strange. For a start the spanking had actually worked. I’d been good to my word and tried not to be as much of a brat. But things were weird between us.

  Or maybe it was just me. Max didn’t even acknowledge anything had happened and just took it all in his stride. That was part of the problem. Whenever I saw him I was reminded of the mind blowing orgasm he’d given me while I lay over his knees, my ass still red and burning from my spanking. I was also reminded of just how hard his cock had been as it pressed against my stomach.

  Max had gone from being the most annoying person on the planet to being the only thing I could think about. And the fact that he didn’t seem to be interested in me at all made him even more annoying.

  So I was feeling rebellious. I was feeling restless. I’d had a lot to drink. And when Jenny suggested that we should totally make out to put on a show for the boys I said yes.

  I was already wearing a fairly scandalous swimsuit. When I had brought it home Max had taken one look at it and insisted I return it immediately. But I had ignored him and kept it hidden in my room. Now that he and Mom were out of town and I’d been invited to a little pool party at my best friend Jenny’s house, it seemed like the perfect time to try it out.

  When I first stepped out of the house in the swimsuit I was pretty nervous. It’s one thing for it to look glamorous and sexy in the store, but when you’re actually wearing it out in public in front of other people? That’s when you realize just how small it actually is and how much of your body you are putting on display.

  A thin triangle of shimmering gold material struggled to cover my crotch. It tapered to almost nothing behind me and I could feel it riding up my ass when I walked. It was cut really high on the hips, showing off a lot of way-too-pale skin, as well as having a dramatically plunging neckline that did its best with my modest cleavage.

  When I’d stepped out on the deck you could almost hear the jaws dropping. Despite being a bit of a troublemaker I didn’t usually wear anything this revealing and something like this was way out of character for me. Jenny in particular couldn’t take her eyes off me.

  A couple of the boys laughed nervously and I poked my tongue out at them. I may be a little shy at times, but I know I’m hot. Not like supermodel hot, but good enough for these guys.

  And then, to put on a show for them, Jenny and I kissed.

  It was not what I had expected. I had kissed a couple of boys before and it usually felt like I was under attack. This was different. Her lips were so soft as they parted and instead of an attack it felt like an invitation. An invitation to kiss her back. I did, and we explored each other. Slowly at first, like we were unfamiliar with the terrain, and then with more gusto. I became lost in the kiss, the raucous comments of those around us fading to a dull background noise.

  When she broke from me I drew a sharp gasping breath and took half a step backwards. She looked at me with a big I-told-you-so grin. I was still gasping for air, shocked by the unexpected intensity of the moment we had shared.

  “Show us your tits!”

  A moment that was broken by a shout from one of the boys.

  “Tits! Tits! Tits!”

  Jenny looked at me and shrugged, before pulling her shirt over her head in a single fluid motion. The boys watching us went wild when they saw her big teardrop shaped breasts. I had to admit they were impressive. I stood transfixed for a moment, wondering what it would feel like to cup one in the palm of my hand.

  Then Jenny jumped in the pool and it was just me, standing there, with a dozen expectant friends watching me. I took a deep breath and pulled the top half of my swimsuit down, allowing both of my breasts to pop free. Not big, certainly not in the same league as Jenny. But they were pert and cheeky and I’d had no complaints.

  I dived into the pool to a chorus of cheers and wolf whistles. I paddled around for a bit waiting for the excitement to die down. It soon did. The music was turned back up, people grabbed another beer and went back to sucking whatever face they had been sucking before the show.

  I toyed briefly with the idea of finding Jenny again. Maybe we could kiss a little more somewhere private, but something held me back. Instead I grabbed a towel, headed inside and called a cab. I used to love parties. I loved the noise and the dancing and the drinking, but tonight had been different. Apart from a brief moment when Jenny was kissing me, I hadn’t been enjoying myself and I didn’t really feel like trying to enjoy myself. I just wanted to go home.

  - X -

  With Max away with my mother I had no curfew to worry about, but for once I would have been home in time anyway. I moped around the big empty house for a while, but wasn’t in the mood for TV and didn’t have the energy for anything else, so I turned in for an early night.

  Once in bed I couldn’t sleep.

  Jenny was only a brief distraction. As much as I enjoyed her kiss and as lovely as her big soft breasts were, it was Max I continued to obsess over. Max who liked me to call him Daddy. Max who had spanked me and brought me to an orgasm so good that I couldn’t be bothered masturbating any more. It would just pale in comparison.

  - X -

  I awoke to the sound of some classic rock on the radio and the smell of coffee. Good coffee. Max? He wasn’t supposed to be home for a couple more days.

  Intrigued I pulled on some shorts, cinched a robe around my waist and went to investigate. It was Max, sitting at the breakfast bar, eating toast and drinking coffee. He had his laptop open and didn’t comment on my entrance.

  “I didn’t think you were get
ting back until Monday.”

  He placed the remainder of a slice of toast on his plate and glanced up at me. Over the last couple of weeks I’d come to realize that Max was actually quite an attractive man. I guess it was a matter of perspective, but previously I’d always found him annoying and that must have made him seem less attractive.

  “Welcome home Daddy. Nice to see you Daddy,” He said, making it clear he was annoyed at my greeting. Part of our new arrangement was that I was supposed to treat him with more respect and address him as Daddy.

  Whenever one of us said that word it felt like a cold hand was gripping my chest and squeezing. Max wasn’t my father, but he wanted to be my Daddy. And while a good girl was supposed to love her Daddy, she wasn’t supposed to be in love with him. Was she?

  But that was where the thrill came from. The fact that this was something that wasn’t supposed to happen made it so much more of a turn on. Just seeing him, especially when it was just the two of us alone in the house, was enough to get my heart pumping. I could feel my cheeks coloring as I shifted nervously from foot-to-foot.

  “I’m sorry. Welcome home Daddy. I’m so glad you’re back.”

  “I had to leave early. There was something I had to deal with.”

  He sounded serious, all business. I had to admit I was a little disappointed, part of me was hoping that he’d returned early for me, that he’d wanted me and had jumped at the chance to be alone with me.

  He looked concerned and troubled and I wondered for a moment if something had happened between him and my mother. I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about that. However, I didn’t have the chance to dwell on it.

  “Take your clothes off.”

  At first I thought I’d misheard him. There was no hint of anything out of the ordinary in his tone. It was all very matter-of-fact.