It Came Upon a Midnight Clear


This had continued blissfully and some might think surprisingly, without incident. I do not recollect having even the vaguest of fantasies throughout all those years of bathing them, washing, drying and brushing their hair and attending to their every needs, including rubbing cream on their cute little vaginas when they developed rashes. Now I think back…how weird was that?Whatever, I will admit to an extreme fascination with the female body, have always had it! I would do nothing to hurt, abuse or affront a young girl’s well-being but if anyone out there wants to try convincing me that making love to a young and willing teenager, be it your own daughter or someones else’s…. is not to die for, then hell, that’s some task you’ve set for yourself. So, with that brief background let me return to the tale at hand. Like many other healthy male heterosexuals, let alone one having no female companion for twelve years or so, I discovered on the net, a wealth of er, "remarkably pleasant" images let us say, of young girls in some rather introspective positions. Call me twisted, but I find pics of pretty girls being spanked extremely arousing. Not the 38 year-old multiple face-lifted bondage freaks with faces like Genghis Khan after a losing battle, posing as schoolgirls – talk about instant sterility…. but genuine very young girls being soundly spanked…and if you look, they are there. I suspect my liking for this erotic phase came from having a really lovely girlfriend in my late twenties who we discovered by accident, loved being spanked herself. She was tiny and with the cutest little bottom but could take whatever I dished out…and it was the greatest precursor to sex I ever experienced. For her as well. But I digress. My computer library of "hot images" was coming along nicely (as it were). When the kids were asleep I would peruse minutely and on full magnification where possible, each and every teenage curve. Around this time I started seeing my own girls in a different (Oh God, how different) light - most especially Kylie, the 15 year old.

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   Why her? I have no idea. All three were just plain drop dead rapable. Small to medium size well-shaped breasts (my fav), cute bottoms and slim curvy bodies. Since the eldest looked 15 and the youngest the same……they appeared for all the world like triplets and are often mistaken for such – more-so now!So you get the picture I think: Dad’s fantasies 10 : Girls’ availability NIL. The night in question, I didn’t hear her come up the stairs to my room. Whilst luckily I was in no compromising position (give me another 5 minutes, I would have been) I did have a couple of pics just up on screen which were definitely not for family viewing. One of a girl bending over a bed while her dad spanked her and another of a really young girl over some guy’s knee as he pulled her knickers down. It could have been worse!"Oh my God dad…that’s disgusting!" said Kylie. I spun round, not even having the presence of mind to turn the screen off. In circumstances like this I always figure attack is the best form of defense. "No Kylie, its not disgusting," I said, and in an effort to defend the indefensible added, "If looking at pictures of girls getting spanked is "wrong"…. OK, I’m guilty, but hey, you came into my room…I didn’t intrude on your space. " She put her hands on her hips and looked soo appealing that second in her PJ’s, I had thoughts I really shouldn’t have. "I suppose that’s true dad," she said, "It just surprised me – I can’t imagine you looking at pictures like that!""There’s a lot worse than this going around Kylie," I replied, "Sure you’ve seen your share on the Net yourself. She blushed…and nodded.

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   She was glancing at the two pics on my screen,"You like the idea of spanking young girls do you dad?" It was a fair question!I looked at her kinda quizzically, I thought of mentioning little Sarah from all those years ago, but thought better of it. "Well, only in as much as most men would probably enjoy spanking girls given half a chance Kylie, if you want to be honest about it. It doesn’t do any harm you know!" She sat there alongside my computer desk, hands resting on her legs her cute breasts barely evident under her fluffy top…not that I was looking. "Do you think about us that way dad?" she pouted. "What? You and your sisters?…. hardly," I lied. "What a question Kylie!""Well, I bet you do sometimes…you just wouldn’t admit it. " she said. "True, I wouldn’t," I replied. "Anyway…shouldn’t you be heading off back to bed? What made you get up?" (It was way past midnight)She stretched in the chair. "Couldn’t sleep dad, its really hot tonight. " It was too. "Ok cutie," I said, turning back to the screen and switching back to the business web-site I was working on… "Well, off you go, catch you in the morning. "She got up and put her arms round me and gave me the most lovely hug. "Goodnight dad" she said and turned to go.


  "Dad…. are you sure you don’t think about spanking us?" Now she was being cheeky!I turned round. "No way Kylie…but if you keep asking naughty questions like that, I might change my mind and put you over my knee!"I think I caught the slightest evolution of a smirk, "You wouldn’t dare dad!""Is that a challenge kiddo?" I said, "If so, its not a line I’d pursue if I were you. " My mind was working overtime "Please God, let her pursue it!"Little Kylie, all five foot two of her, stood her ground. "You’re all talk dad," she teased, the cutest little smile on her pretty face. I grabbed her arms and pulled her to me. She put up the merest semblance of a struggle as I tugged her across my knee. God, how cute was that little bottom? I gave her an exploratory smack, the mere contact with that part of her anatomy enough to send the testosterone into hyperdrive. She wriggled on my lap and whether intentionally or not – I suspect not, I could feel her small breasts making contact with my knee. The next smack was noticeably harder. I think it surprised her a little. She gave a little yelp of surprise but being the feisty little cutie she’s always been, turned her head towards me and said, "Is that supposed to hurt dad?" I was staring meanwhile at the top few centimetres of her light blue panties that had been exposed by the spanks and that delightful little gap between PJ pants and top that exposed a ribbon of soft skin around her lower back and just a hint of the delicate inward curve above her hips. The third smack was a beauty!As she momentarily arched her back in surprise, her beautiful shoulder length curly brunette hair jiggling now, I had the greatest urge to put my arm beneath her and to take hold of her beautiful breasts as I knew they must be, having almost seen them in their entirety but once a year or so before when a towel slipped as she exited the bathroom. Of course I resisted, and delivered a fourth spank. "Ouch dad" she cried.

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   I stayed my hand. "Had enough?" I asked her. "I think I’ve proved my point!""Not a wimp dad," she said and presented her bottom for more. "Tell you what," I said, "Let’s make it interesting then," having said which I tugged her PJ bottoms down a-ways before she could react. "Dad," she cried, reaching round to try and pull them back up. "You can see my panties!" I pulled her hand away! "So Kylie?…seen way more than that before…I did used to bath you once you know! Besides you still have your knickers on, what’s the problem?" I gave her another smack to be going on with. With only the thin nylon protecting both her modesty and her skin now, the spanks were way more effective……in more ways than one. The feel of her young bottom directly beneath my hand was doing wonders for my masculine ego…and also other areas of my anatomy that I hoped Kylie hadn’t yet noticed. Her beautiful young bottom was also now wonderfully defined as the light blue material clung to her cheeks and highlighted every curve…and she had just so many! I began to spank her in earnest now and instead of crying out for me to stop as I had expected…it felt to me that she was literally riding the crest of a completely new sensation, one that evidently was not unpleasant to her. Again, I couldn’t be sure of her intent or otherwise, but it seemed to me that as the intensity of the spanking increased she was allowing my knee to increase the pressure directly on her pussy. I would have sworn she was literally exerting downward pressure right on her clitoral area. Certainly her bottom was now elevated more than it had been. "Well, Kylie," I muttered, "Seems you have a talent for this…. you want me to stop?’ She didn’t answer but simply shook her head slightly. God was being kind this night, no two ways about it.

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   I tugged her PJ’s right down now and she kicked them off. Just the sight of her cute little bum jiggling with each spank, left those images on the screen for dead. The tops of her legs, just beneath her panties were quite red now, we needed to go that last step. I slipped my fingers beneath the waistband and started to tug them down. At first I thought she was going to let me – I had her bottom half uncovered and was staring entranced at the beginning of her youthful crack when she said "No dad, don’t pull them down!" and reached around to stop any further progress. I knew it was now or never. "You want to find out what a real spanking’s like Kylie?" I told her, "It has to be on your bare bottom – no other way!…can’t handle that huh?" She withdrew her hand. I think I detected a coronary coming-on but hell, it was worth it. Quickly tugging those hot little knickers right down, they went the way of her PJ’s as she kicked them off and lay there breathing almost as heavily as was I. There right in front of my eyes – the sight I’d always dreamed of seeing, my daughter’s naked young butt. The thin material had after all, afforded her a degree of protection. . . her bum was less red than her legs. I aimed to balance up the ledger.

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  The first few spanks were not too hard – more of an exploratory nature. As they intensified though, two things happened. Whether by design or accident, her legs began to gape a little and I was privy, from that angle at least, to the incredibly arousing view of the hint of curly dark pubic hair surrounding the just-visible inward extremity of her cute pussy. At the same time was brought on the hardest erection I had ever had. She must surely have felt it between her hips as I spanked her. Either way, there was no denying the downward pressure now, as she made good use of my knee on her clitoral area. I wasn’t complaining!A combination I suspect of the spanking and her wriggling, had caused her top to ride upwards slightly and the view, let me tell you, was all good news. Like most teenage girls, she had no need of wearing a bra to bed and this was made evident anyway as in her wriggling, I felt her soft and obviously unprotected breasts once in a while, against the top of my left leg. Convinced I could always plead temporary insanity if we got to trial, I allowed my left hand to trace a path beneath her shoulders and before she had time to figure out the game plan, I just reached under, cupped her left breast and fondled it. It was the most pleasurable moment of my life bar none, shortlived though it was!"No dad…don’t do that!" She sounded serious. Interesting though I thought, she didn't actually wriggle free or pull my hand away. I moved it nonetheless. "Sorry sweetie," I replied. "Just couldn’t help it. You are so beautiful you know and I love you.


   I guess I just forgot myself. Please forgive me. " Her little bottom was really red now and I stopped spanking her. She just lay across me breathing heavily. I hadn’t really thought about it up until that point but she was I realised, naked except for her little top. What happened next just about fried my few remaining active brain cells. Kylie said "That’s alright dad, I love you to," as she took my hand and returning it to her breasts held it tight against them. I had to ask her. "Kylie…just this once and I promise never again – would you let me hold your breasts?" She nodded and slipping my hand beneath her top I experienced undeniably the defining moment of my life – well, up to that point at least! Her beautiful breasts were perfect. I very gently held them, the palms of my hands passing softly across her obviously hardened and aroused nipples. I felt her wriggle on my lap. Her pretty hair in gentle motion around her shoulders. My right hand remained on her bottom, just gently smoothing over the soft and now bright-red skin. It must really have been stinging her. As I became more adventurous fondling her breasts, holding them together and then gently rubbing my thumb and forefinger on her nipples I could feel her increasing arousal.

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   I have no doubt she could feel mine too. "Is it really sore?" I asked quite inanely, patting her bottom as once I did when she was a baby, to get her off to sleep. That I have to say, being the last thing I had in mind for her right now. "Yes it is dad," she murmered, one hand still clasping my hand to her breasts. She was making little gasps of pleasure now as I manipulated first one nipple then the other. Not wanting to break the spell, I tried to pull her up on to my lap in a sitting position. "Oh dad, I have to put my panties back on," she said, covering her pussy with her hands. "You don’t have to sweetheart, but if you want to you can," I replied, a tad irritated with myself for having moved her. She reached down, stretched out her arms and retrieved her knickers while still half sitting on my lap. As she wriggled into them, I had a final, utterly delightful view of her cute red bum as it disappeared beneath the soft blue material. She was sitting back to me now and resting her head against me as she continued to let me fondle her breasts. I had two hands free for the job now and slipping them back under her top, gently squeezed each breast as I nuzzled her neck. She smelt so young and beautiful. "I really should go to bed dad now dad," she whispered, "We shouldn’t be doing this should we?" Thinking desperately how to prolong this obviously never-to-be-repeated moment, I elected to use some elementary psychology in my answer. "Kylie, this is just a special moment in both our lives, one that will never happen again most likely and can you blame me wanting to hold on to it for a while? I love you so much and sharing this with you just gives me a way of showing how much I love you.

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   It might not be what I’m supposed to do…but it is what I want to do. Do you understand that?"She sat there thinking and melting beneath my caresses – I could feel her heavy breathing as I rubbed her breasts a little harder. I kissed her neck and all but came in my pants. Her legs spread a little, quite involuntarily I noticed. Before she could make any reply I said to her. "Let me ask you one last thing Kylie. Would you let me take your top off – only for a moment and let me see your breasts just this once?"I could sense her inner conflict. Trying to balance what she thought was "right" against what she inately wanted to do. She turned her head to me and replied. "Oh dad, I really shouldn’t but if you promise its just one quick look…I’ll let you. "I’d have promised anything…to castrate myself if necessary! I had her stand by the chair and then I simply reached up and pulled her top over her head as she raised her arms for me. I’m not sure I can convey to you quite the intimacy and wondrous beauty of that moment. Her blushing, made it truthfully that much more memorable. Standing there in just her knickers, through which I could clearly see both the outline of her pussy and the dark curls framing it, I was just mesmerised by the absolute symmetry and iconic design of the female form in all its teenage perfection. I took her hands, no premeditated intent this time, and just drew her to me before kissing her right breast softly.

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  She gave out something that was a cross between a moan and a gasp and just stared down at her body as I kissed the other side. Then completely on auto-pilot, I leant forward and took her left nipple in my lips and sucked her gently. This time there was no doubt – it was a fully fledged moan! "NO dad. . " she half stammered, "Don’t…please!" Her body language totally conflicted with this statement. I moved base-camp to her right breast and pulled her to me until she was sitting again on my lap. After attending to both sides a multiplicity of times, by which time she was laying against my arms her nipples fully erect and her breasts thrust forward, I kissed her full on the lips. It was the greatest kiss of my life, erasing all before it. That she responded made it what it was. At that moment, I loved her like none preceding her. My daughter – maybe, but this was more. This was true adoration and a love I simply could not define. I didn’t need to!I have long since been an admirer of sculptured smaller breasts…Kylie is probably a 32 B (still). They beg to be held, caressed, kissed and loved. I did it all.


   I think she sensed my love of her and my restraint. When you think about it, sitting on a forty-something year old man’s lap in just your knickers, having your nipples sucked, might be considered a risky proposition for the average virgin! In the emotional condition that I found myself that night, the risk-factor was definitely well-founded. I should warn the slavering reader at this juncture that the evening did not degenerate into an orgiastic sex-fest of incestuous gropings, rape and sodomy…that’s not what this is all about in case you hadn’t noticed. If this is what you’re tagging along for – best you go read another tale of yukky sexual fiction and emotionally ambivalent, if not fully cultureless coupling. All I ever wanted to do here was to share with you all a father’s incredibly loving experience with an equally loving and beautiful young daughter. Ultimate sexual fulfilment is emotional not physical. It regenerates, recalls and satisfies – an orgasm dies a quick death, it bequeathes no lasting memory. I will continue this story shortly. I am curious to see what feedback if any, this brief episode generates. It has brought back for me, I must be honest, some truly wonderful memories. .