Daddy and the Office

18 Ocak 2023 0 Yazar: sexhikayeleri


Mara looked up from her book and glanced over the top of her glasses at the ticking clock in the distance. She sighed, realizing that she still had half an hour left to her detention. Carl, the boy sitting behind her, rammed his feet into the back of her chair repeatedly, causing her whole body to shake every couple of seconds. She clenched her fists tightly, holding back the urge to thrust her foot into his groin.Mrs. Nolan cleared her throat loudly and glared at Carl. “Mr. Richards, cease and desist or I’ll add another week to your roster.” Carl shuffled his feet back and under his own seat and slumped his shoulders, rolling his eyes. Mara flipped the page in her textbook and then scribbled down some doodles in her notebook, trying to look busy. The minutes ticked by slowly and Mara knew that the second she got home, her parents would freak out on her. Emily Granger and her femme-gang had decided to pick on her today. Why wasn’t Emily in detention? She asked herself, already knowing the answer. Well, it isn’t good business to put the superintendent’s daughter in detention; she answered her own question. The bell rang. Mara tossed her books into her flimsy backpack and rushed out the door. Outside of school, she spotted her friend Daria waiting for her. “Why the hell didn’t Emily the Strange get detention?” was her greeting. “You know why,” Mara replied bitterly, “Daddy dearest would give them less funding.” Daria scoffed, taksim escort “Daddy dearest!” she mimicked. The two walked side by side through the subdivision. “Did Nolan give you homework?” Daria asked as they approached Mara’s house. Mara nodded.”Chapters Eight through to Ten,” She sighed.”Figures,” she retorted.The two walked up the front steps to a large suburban colonial. The cobblestone drive was wet from this mornings rain shower. Shrubberies decorated the sprawling front lawn and immaculate gardens wound their way from the front yard to the back. This was the house Mara had grown up in.Her father was a prominent lawyer and her mother had decided the pool boy was worth more of her time than her family. Mara shoved her key in the lock, letting Daria and herself in. A thick oak staircase stood before them and the smell of apple pies drifted from some of her mom’s gaudy candles. She kicked the door closed with her foot and motioned for Daria to follow her up the stairs to her room.”Mara, that you?” a deep voice called from the den.”Yeah, Daria and I are just going upstairs to study for finals,” She called back.”I want to talk to you for a minute, please,” He returned.Mara rolled her eyes and mumbled, “Fine.” She motioned for Daria to head upstairs without her. Daria grabbed both backpacks and made her way up to Mara’s room. Mara walked around the staircase through the dining room to the den. “Yeah, dad, what is it?” she questioned. beşiktaş escort Her dad sat behind a mahogany desk. The room was lined with bookshelves filled with tomes of legalese. “You had detention again today, didn’t you?” he looked displeased.”Yeah, but it wasn’t my fa…””I don’t want to hear it, Mara. Your grades have dropped this semester and you’re getting into trouble more and more. What do you think we should do about this?”Mara sighed. She hated when he used the Royal ‘we’. It meant she had to come up with something on her own that would appease him.”Dad, I don’t know what you want from me. I don’t have time to study half the time and I only get in trouble because Emily…” she could see his face growing red as he tightened his grip on the pen he had been holding.”Maybe I need to be a little stricter with you. I know I’m busy with work a lot, but you need a little more discipline.”Mara had no idea what her dad was getting at. She shifted her weight onto the other leg and stared at the wall behind him. He pushed his chair out from under the desk and stood up, fixing his daughter with a stern gaze. “Come here.” He motioned next to him. She rolled her eyes at him but obliged. “You’re eighteen years old, Mara. You’re almost a woman, now. You need a firm hand in the rest of your school days.” He looked down at her. She bit her lower lip and looked up at him.”What the hell is that supposed to mean?” she tossed back.He said nothing, but took his hand and reached around, grabbing her buttock. He twisted her around so that her back was to his front. “Dad…” she trailed off. He lifted her skirt over her hips and felt her panties.”You need a firm hand, that’s what you need.” He leaned into her, his breath on her neck. Mara wasn’t sure what to think. Her dad had never punished her for anything before. Let alone laid a hand on her. She had to admit, however, that she did like the feeling between her legs. He was a handsome man with distinguished features. She felt a small tingle as he moved his hand inside her panties.”You like that, don’t you?” he brought his teeth to her neck and bit down, while he moved his hand to the front of her panties and began to finger her clit. Overcome with both pain and pleasure, she let a soft moan escape her lips. “That’s it, Daddy’s going to take good care of you, little girl.” He twisted her around again and pushed her over the edge of his desk, pulling down her panties and thrusting her skirt over her hips once more. He ran his hand along her smooth behind before bringing it up and then smacking her harshly in the center.Mara held in a whimper. She felt an odd sensation come over her. She liked the feeling in between her legs. She liked the idea of her dad… her Daddy punishing her like this.He brought his hand down on her rump once more. And again, and again. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she held it in. “You’ve been such a naughty girl,” he mumbled, almost to himself. Mara nodded her head quickly as she gazed at the wood grain of his desk.