Can You Keep A Secret?

Chapter 12

Holly had deja vu. Here she was, once again, in her darkened living room, sat next to Alex on the sofa. It was the same movie playing on the screen, although she didn’t know why they were both pretending they wanted to watch it. Neither of them were there to watch the movie.

As soon as they had sat down, Alex had asked, “Shall we pick up where we left off?” and lunged towards her with a smirk on his face. Holly had backed away quickly and replied that she had missed the start of the movie last time and didn’t want to miss it again. That had cooled Alex down for now.

He kept glancing at her, but Holly stared resolutely at the screen. Holly had to keep Alex distracted long enough for her plan to work. She was on edge, fiddling with the hem of her skirt and glancing towards the door every five minutes. No one would believe she was really watching the movie. Alex tried again to make conversation,

“So how long have we got the place to ourselves?” Before she could reply, Holly heard the sound she had been waiting for – the crunch of gravel on the front path.

Quick as lightning, Holly grabbed the front of Alex’s t-shirt and pulled him to her. Whether out of surprise or enthusiasm, Alex went with it and the momentum carried him so he was lying flat on top of her. “Whooaa!” Alex exclaimed, “Not so fast.” Holly pressed her face into his neck, pressing light kisses up to his ear. Alex followed suit, kissing along her collarbone and running his hand up her thigh. The weight of his body had rolled up her skirt and Alex was taking full advantage of her exposed skin. 

Holly hoped she had timed it right and his hand wouldn’t travel any higher. She heard the door click and right on cue, “WHAT THE f**k ARE YOU DOING?” Marcus’ voice boomed through the darkness.

Holly pushed Alex off of her, as she heard him mutter, “Not again,” under his breath.

“Daddy, what are you doing home?” Holly asked blinking up at him with an innocent look on her face.

Marcus’s eyes were fixed on Alex’s hand clutching Holly’s creamy white thigh, just underneath where her skirt fell. “GET.THE.FUCK.OUT.OF.MY.HOUSE.” He bellowed, punctuating each word.

Holly turned away from him with a small smile on her face. She quickly schooled her expression, “I’m so sorry Alex, he wasn’t supposed to be home.” Alex shook his head, muttering under his breath. He grabbed his jacket and darted past Marcus out the front door.

Holly stood up and started walking towards Marcus.

“Where do you think you’re going, you little slut!” his voice was steady, but filled with menace. Holly gasped in surprise at his change in demeanour. She knew he was strict but she had never seen the full force of his his anger directed at her before.

“Daddy, wait, you don’t understand…” she trailed off.

“I understand perfectly,” Marcus started walking towards her, his eyes filled with venom, “I understand that somehow I have raised a little slut for a daughter who waits until my back is turned and then brings boys to my house to f**k them on my sofa.” He closed in on her, grabbing her by her shoulders and dragging her back to the sofa.

“That isn’t it at all Daddy. Just listen to me.” Holly tried to snap him out of whatever spell he was under.

“I’m done listening to you.” Marcus pulled her across his lap on the sofa, pinning her back and legs down. “Clearly you haven’t received the message about how I expect you to behave, so this time I’m going to make sure it sticks.”    

The menace in his voice sent a shiver down Holly’s spine. In her new position, Holly took a deep breath to collect her thoughts. She had been hoping to provoke a reaction out of him but this seemed extreme. As she calmed herself, Holly realised there was a long and very hard thing poking into her thigh. It seemed her plan had worked after all.    

Marcus flipped up her skirt, just like before. Holly heard a sharp intake of breath and felt his c**k jump at her thigh. She wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Everything alright Daddy?” Holly asked innocently.

“Shut up,” Marcus responded gruffly, “I see you really are a little slut. Did you take your panties off for your date or did you let him take them off?” He asked more to himself than to her, “I clearly arrived just in time.” He paused, his menacing tone returning, “Now I am going to teach you a lesson you won’t forget. I will not have a w***e live under my roof and I will not have you lie to me, pretending you are a virgin.”

“But Daddy, I am-“

“Enough.” Marcus roared, “A virgin wouldn’t roll around half naked with boys. I saw his hands on you.” Marcus took a moment to collect himself and Holly felt his c**k throbbing against her thigh. She shivered again in anticipation. “I am going to give you 20 spanks,” Holly gasped. She didn’t know if she could withstand 20. Marcus continued, “This time I won’t be holding back so the message really sinks in. And each time you need to apologise to me for being a slut. It’s not the way I raised you and it ends tonight. Understood?”

Holly nodded and Marcus brought his hand down with a sharp crack, the force of it making her eyes water.

“Use your words. Am I understood?” Marcus repeated.

“Yes Daddy.” Holly responded as demurely as she could, with her heart  beating wildly inside her chest. It was so loud she thought he must be able to hear it.

She wriggled in his lap, rubbing his hard c**k with her thigh as he brought down the first smack of her punishment. Holly let out a moan as the mixture of pain and pleasure sent sparks of electricity straight to her core. She felt wetness gather between her legs as she breathlessly uttered, “I’m sorry for being a slut Daddy.”

“Louder!” Marcus returned, bringing his hand down again in another sharp smack. They were definitely getting harder, Holly thought as another jolt of pleasure ripped through her body.

“I’m sorry for being a slut Daddy.” Holly said, more loudly this time but with a flirtatious tone that made it clear that she wasn’t really sorry.

As Marcus continued to spank her, Holly felt the beginnings of that familiar build of pressure at her core and her moans of ecstasy became louder. Wetness pooled between her thighs and she felt Marcus’ hand move lower and lower on her behind so that each time he spanked her he connected directly with her p***y. The feeling was delicious and more intense than anything she had felt before. Following his rhythm, Holly started to grind her ass against his lap, increasing the friction against his now rock hard c**k. He may not be willing to admit it, but it was clear to her he was enjoying this as much as she was.

They were both lost in the erotic pleasure of the moment so that at spank 15, when Holly moaned, “I’ll be your slut Daddy,” neither of them seemed to notice. Her sensual moans began to take over, leaving her too breathless to speak. Each time his hand connected to her ass, her pleasure reached new heights. Her whole body was on fire and she felt wound so tightly she was sure she would shatter.

As he brought his hand down for the final time, the pressure at her core exploded, sending sensations of indescribable pleasure to the ends of her finger tips and setting off fireworks behind her eyes. She was swirling in an abyss of sensation where all she felt was the most intense pleasure of her life. As she started to come down from her high, she realised she had screamed as her very first orgasm had ripped through her body and her thighs were soaked with her pleasure.