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  “I... uhhh....”

  “That wasn’t a question Kari,” he said, “take your clothes off now!”

  I was confused and unsure what was going on, but I had a feeling it would be better if I did what Max said. It wasn’t like I was wearing a lot anyway. I tugged the waistband of my shorts over my hips and let them fall to the ground, before stepping out of them. Now I was naked under the robe and I glanced up at Max to see him looking at me expectantly. I took a deep breath and opened my robe, letting it slide off my shoulders.

  You can’t live in the same house with someone for any length of time and not catch them in various stages of undress. However I don’t think Max had ever seen me completely naked before. It should have been thrilling, but instead I felt very self-conscious. I have an OK body. It’s cute. Nice boobs, nice ass, slim... everything young and firm. But beyond that it was nothing special. I got the feeling Max was very experienced and had probably seen a lot of women. I couldn’t help think that I was just a scrawny kid compared to the real women he’d been with.

  I tried to cover my breasts and crotch in a futile attempt at modesty. This seemed to amuse him for a moment.

  “Someone sent me a very interesting little movie last night,” he said, before swiveling his laptop around on the counter so I could see it.

  It was just a short clip, filmed on a cell phone at night. It was blurry, dark and overexposed. But you could still make out me, in my tiny swimsuit, kissing Jenny before exposing my breasts and jumping in the pool.

  “It’s called...” he swiveled the laptop back and squinted at the screen, “Teenage Attention Whores, and a lot of people have watched it. A lot of people. Now I doubt most people would recognize you, but the person who sent it to me did.”

  That was a mystery right there. Who was forwarding Max videos in the middle of the night?

  “So, do you have anything to say for yourself?”

  I looked at the floor and gave a half shrug. I still wasn’t sure why I was naked or what he intended for me, but I thought it best to play along and try and keep on his good side.

  “I’m sorry... Daddy. Things got a little out of hand but...” I felt the need to say something about the fact that I’d gone home early because he was all I could think about. That ever since my spanking I’d been becoming obsessed with him and dreams of his hard cock kept me up at night, but I couldn’t form the words.

  “...but?”

  “...”

  “I thought as much. Do you understand that when you behave like this it disrespects not just yourself, but your family? Teenage. Attention. Whore. Is that what you want to be known for?”

  “N... no Daddy.” I really didn’t know how to play this or what Max was looking for. Did he want a contrite innocent? Did he want a teenage whore? At that moment I would have done anything to know what he wanted from me.

  “And what do you think your punishment should be for this behavior?”

  All it took was that one little word. Punishment. I felt my nipples pop beneath the arm that shielded them. Punishment.

  “Perhaps you should spank me again Daddy?” I said.

  “Hmph.” He didn’t seem too impressed by my eager tone. “I think maybe something you actually won’t enjoy quite as much. Perhaps some chores... but as you seem to enjoy exposing yourself so much at the moment I think you should remain naked. You can start by cleaning the kitchen.”

  That was not what I had expected. As I stood there stunned, he went back to using his laptop, pausing occasionally for a sip of coffee. It appeared he did not think there was anything more to discuss.

  “Now?” I asked.

  He nodded dismissively.

  - X -

  I cleaned the kitchen. Sweeping and mopping the floor, scrubbing down counters and cabinet doors. Doing this work naked was an unusual experience. Doing it naked and in front of someone else was a very unusual experience.

  I felt a deep sense of shame. My cheeks and chest reddened with a blush that wouldn’t seem to fade. At times the nature of my chore dictated that I bend or squat in an extremely unflattering position and I’d try to hide this from Max’s view, mostly by covering myself clumsily with my hands.

  And yet despite the embarrassment and shame I felt, I also found myself becoming increasingly turned on. Perhaps it was because of the embarrassment and shame. This combined with my uncertain feelings for Max only added to my state of confusion.

  As I worked I could feel how wet my pussy was. With each step I experienced my slick and glistening folds sliding against one another. It felt as if the juices were running out of me and I was sure Max must have been able to smell it. If that were the case then he must have known how turned on I was.

  As I worked my demeanor began to change. I went from trying to hide my body, to trying to show it off. I had noticed Max casting the occasional appraising glance in my direction and I wanted to remind him that even though he had a tendency to treat me as his little girl, I was actually a woman. I wanted him to notice that.

  - X -

  I was close to finishing when I heard him chuckle under his breath. I had the feeling it had been done for my benefit and he was expecting a response. Given that I was hoping there was more to this punishment than cleaning a room in the nude, I decide to give him one.

  “What’s so funny Daddy?”

  “Oh, you should read some of these comments. A lot of people seem to be enjoying your little movie, but some people aren’t impressed.”

  I was unsure what he meant and he must have seen this confusion on my face as he beckoned me over to look at his computer once again. The top comment on the screen read, “Someone should buy that skinny bitch a razor if she’s going to wear a swimsuit like that!” Another poster had leaped to my defense claiming that they quite liked the natural look, but everyone else seemed to accuse him of being a “white knight”. Whatever that meant.

  I blushed furiously. Even though the footage from the cell phone was blurry it was clear that I really should have paid a little more attention to my personal grooming before wearing that swimsuit in public. I mean it wasn’t a jungle down there, I kept myself neatly trimmed, but the thin triangle of fabric covering my mound demanded a little more than “neatly trimmed”. I don’t know how I hadn’t noticed it when I’d put it on, too much to drink I guess.

  I was mortified. Getting caught topless on someone’s cell wasn’t exactly a big deal. But this... this was a disaster. I looked up to catch Max looking down at my crotch with a smirk on his face and immediately brought my hands down to cover myself.

  “I think we need to do something about this Kari. Wait here.”

  I stood rooted to the spot as Max left the room. His computer screen was still on the comments. Someone had even included a still image from the video, blown up, with the stray hairs escaping my swimsuit circled. This was a nightmare!

  When he returned Max was carrying a small towel and a dinky little toiletries bag. He put them on the counter, grabbed a large bowl from a cupboard, and began to fill it with hot water. I guess I was being a little slow, but it was only then that I realized what he intended to do.

  No no no no no.

  “You can’t do this!”

  My stomach was doing flip-flops as I struggled to keep it together. Lusting after Max was one thing. Even my bare bottomed spanking and the fact that he’d gotten me off afterwards seemed relatively tame... but this was a whole new level of intimacy. And yet my pussy didn’t seem to mind. Already aroused and wet from traipsing around him in the nude, I felt it becoming even more juicy as my clit sent out little pulses of excitement.

  “Of course I can. If you can’t take care of it yourself I guess I’m going to have to do it for you. Now hop up on the counter.”

  I felt my stomach drop. He wasn’t bluffing, this was going to happen. I struggled to hide my nervousness as I climbed up onto the narrow breakfast bar.

  “Right, lie back here,” Max said as he helped me into position. I had
to bring my knees up but kept them together. I didn’t know if I could go through with this.

  Max dragged a stool around and placed the bowl of hot water, towel and his shaving kit on it. Then I felt his hands on my knees applying firm and insistent pressure to push them apart.

  I chewed my lip and closed my eyes tight as a futile last line of defense. As my legs were spread wide I could feel how wet I was. I could smell myself. That unmistakable bitch-in-heat scent wafting up from between my legs.

  “Oh dear. Someone is a little excited isn’t she?”

  I squeezed my eyes tighter and muttered an inaudible response.

  “What was that?”

  “Yes.”

  I felt a finger at the base of my pussy and then it was slowly dragged upwards. Separating my lips with an embarrassing little squelch as my natural lubrication helped it move smoothly, coming to rest firmly against my clit. I groaned and shamelessly bucked my hips upwards against the finger.

  “Yes what?” Max held his finger firmly against my clit awaiting a response as I pushed myself against him.

  “Y...yes Daddy.”

  “Well I must say I approve, but we’re going to have to clean you up a bit first.”

  I groaned again when the hot, wet towel came in contact with my pussy. Max wiped me down, cleaning up where my oozing juices had escaped from between my lips. I felt a rush of pride that he seemed to be impressed by how wet I got. I’d always thought guys would find it kind of gross.

  When I was sufficiently cleaned up, Max applied some shaving cream. The lotion was smooth against my skin and had a tingly menthol feel.

  I was still uncomfortable. I wanted Max, but not like this. The fact that he had such an up close and personal view of my cunt made me feel more vulnerable than I’d ever felt before. I struggled to breathe, it felt like I was having some kind of panic attack.

  “Calm down sweetheart. There’s nothing to be scared of.”

  To emphasize his point Max parted my pussy lips with his fingers and gave my clit another little stroke. This time I gasped with surprise. The menthol shaving foam added a new intense sensation that made my clit tingle. It was almost too much to take.

  Max placed one hand on my tummy and pressed down, forcing my hips flat against the table. I hadn’t even noticed I’d been thrusting them upwards. As much as I wanted to deny this, my body certainly seemed to be fairly eager. Almost embarrassingly so. I’m sure that to Max I must have looked desperate.

  I felt the scrape of a razor tugging at the sensitive skin of my mound. I winced as it caught on a stray hair, but mostly the shaving cream made it all fairly smooth. After a couple of short scrapes Max tapped the razor against the side of the bowl. Tap tap tap. And returned to remove some more hair.

  I tried to relax a little. Like going to the salon or getting a treatment, part of the experience was supposed to be the luxury of having someone else maintain your body. Max was taking his time, doing a workmanlike job. Each little scrape was followed by the same tap tap tap of the razor against the plastic bowl.

  Scrape, scrape, tap tap tap.

  When he placed the hot towel against me again I gave a little squeak of surprise. The hot water on my bare skin tingled and almost stung, but that sensation passed. I longed to see it. When I thought about how it would look it felt like I had butterflies going crazy in my stomach.

  But Max wasn’t done yet. If I had thought I had been vulnerable before it was nothing compared to how I felt when Max applied the shaving foam liberally over my cunt and down along the crack of my ass.

  He, this man who insisted I called him Daddy, was going to see everything. Nothing would be hidden from him and from this point forward, whenever we interacted in any way, I was going to feel this hanging over us. How would I be able to look him in the eye without feeling burning shame?

  As he probed and prodded, working the razor gently against my most sensitive parts all I could muster was a whimper of protest that was soon replaced with more moans and groans. Why did it have to feel so good? I was trying not to respond to his touch, but I could feel my pussy becoming wet all over again. I didn’t understand how I could feel so completely exposed and humiliated... but still want it so much.

  I endured the humiliation for another ten minutes before he stood and went to get some fresh water. When he was done he took his time toweling me down for the last time. Then he splashed something cold against my skin. I prepared to scream, but it wasn’t aftershave, just some kind of soothing lotion. It felt luxurious and soft and took all the sting out of my freshly shaved skin.

  I didn’t feel any different, but I desperately wanted to see it. I had an image in my head of what I must have looked like. Completely bare, my skin smooth soft and pink.

  I was about to ask Daddy if I could go and have a look, but before I got a chance I felt his finger again. This time he started right down in the crack of my ass.

  Everything felt soft and lubricated by the lotion and I felt a sudden urge to slide myself forwards and feel that finger in my ass. However I missed my chance as the finger traveled upwards, between my lips once more. Oh God that felt good. I moaned and forced my freshly shaved crotch forwards, desperate for more.

  “Oh Daddy please,” I begged him. He laughed and I felt his finger slide deep inside me. My pussy was contracting around it as I tried to hold him there. But it was no use, I was far too wet and slippery and he slid out again.

  Max brought the finger to his lips, inhaling deeply and closing his eyes as he exhaled.

  “You smell divine Kari. You look amazing, you smell divine and I bet you taste...”

  He couldn’t resist.

  I wanted to protest. This was so wrong. This crossed so many lines that could never be uncrossed. I wanted to tell him no and run from the room, but that wasn’t going to happen. I wanted him too much and my body felt like it had been primed, ready to explode.

  Max... Daddy, he was Daddy right now, bent low and placed his face against me. I could feel him there, flush against me as he inhaled me, getting his fill of my scent. His arms slid under my legs and up along my thighs. He found my forearms and gripped them tightly, pulling me to him, pulling me harder against his face.

  “Oh... oh God.” I felt a sudden urge to cry. He wasn’t even doing anything yet, and my body screamed at me, begging me to provide it with what it needed. And then, just as I felt like I would explode I felt his tongue against me.

  It started at my ass, pressed hard against my tight rose. I could feel myself clench up as soon as he made contact, but it felt so good. He hardened his tongue and traveled upwards, parting my lips once more forcing and itself into my trembling pussy. More, I wanted more... and I got more.

  His tongue, flattened now, pressed firmly against my clit and circled. I took a massive gasp of air. I needed it, I needed to ready myself. The muscles in the back of my legs were trembling as his circling tongue brought me to the brink of orgasm.

  And then it was gone.

  “Noooo. Oh... Oh shit oh fuck. Daddy please.” I thrust my hips upwards, desperately trying to find his tongue again. When that didn't work, I tried to free my hands, but he held my arms tight and I could not. I whimpered and writhed and bucked against him.

  “Now we see the real you don’t we?” He grinned down at me, his chin glistening with my juices. “None of the cutesy... please don’t spank me Daddy bullshit. No attention whore shenanigans with your hot friend. I can see you Kari. I can see who you are. And what you want. And what you need. You’re going to have to earn it though.”

  “Please. Please Daddy whatever you say.” Even as I said it I could feel my orgasm slipping away. It would have been amazing. It would have been like nothing else and now it was going, going and gone. It left me with an overwhelming need deep down in my guts. A need that fueled me. I would do anything. Anything to feel like that again. That was it. That was what he saw in me.

  He pulled me forward, lifting me off the counter and lowering me to the floor
. I almost toppled, my legs were so shaky. It felt as if the lower half of my body had turned to liquid. I stood in front of him for a moment, naked, tiny and exposed, before reaching for the buckle of his jeans.

  He didn’t push me away. He didn’t say no. The time was right and we both knew it. This is how I would earn it.

  I sunk to my knees in front of him.

  When I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down his cock jumped straight out at me like a beast that had been waiting to be freed. It was rock-hard and ramrod-straight.

  It was big. I’m not sure what I’d been expecting. But it seemed really big. I’d held a couple of hard cocks in my hand, but that was about it. I’d never had one right up in my face like this before. His shaft was so hard it looked almost painful. And his head, purple and engorged, bobbed cheekily up and down in front of me, inches from my lips.

  I wasn’t really sure how to approach it. I mean we’ve all seen the videos right? Girls gagging on massive cocks, their mascara running, drool dripping from their chins. I didn’t know if I could do that. I’d choke for sure.

  For now I just wrapped the fingers of one hand around it and pulled it down a little, bringing that big purple head in line with my lips. I flicked at it with my tongue. There was already something clear leaking from the tip and I tasted it. Salty. Not unpleasant.

  I became a little more ambitious and began to alternate between kissing and licking the head. Max gave a grunt of approval and I felt a strong hand on the top of my head, forcing my mouth against his cock.

  “No hands,” he said, “no hands, just your mouth.”

  I brought my hands to my side, but they felt odd and in the way sitting there, so I brought them together in front of me. I couldn’t resist sliding one of them down between my legs to feel my brand new soft bald pussy for the first time.

  It was amazing. Max had done such a good job I couldn’t even feel any stubble, let alone hair. It just felt so incredibly sexy, from the smooth convex curve of my mound, down to my damp, puffy lips. Just thinking about it turned me on and I felt a growing ball of pleasure inside me.