TABOO TALES(erotica)

Father and daughter seduce new guy in town into BDSM. (Enjoy)

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Planning was half the fun. Matthew and his hot daughter, Janette, spent weeks over the summer, plotting the scenario. They wanted a naturally sexy, impressionable girl, similar to Janette in appearance, who was eager to learn and could be trained.

Once Janette’s senior high school semester began, she spent weeks looking without luck, even at other schools. She went to baseball and soccer games, extracurricular club meetings, dances, skateboard parks, and malls. Nothing. Sure, she found a number of possibilities, but none of them fulfilled the criteria. That is, no one had the potential to be as hot as she was.

Finally, a new girl transferred in from a different city and didn’t know anyone locally. Unworldly and awkward, she was shy and insecure, which were all good for Janette and her father. Another benefit: the new girl’s clothes, hair and makeup were all awful. But Janette saw through the girl’s appearance and realized the potential. The two of them were similar in shape and coloring, which Matthew, her father, had specified.

Next to Janette, beneath the tacky unflattering clothing, beneath the rat’s nest of tangled, dirty hair, beneath the cheap makeup, Angelina was the hottest, most sensuous girl Janette had seen – only Angie didn’t know it yet. Nor did anyone else. Her dated hairstyle obscured thick, straight, jet-black hair. The over-heavy makeup covered a perfect olive complexion. Unflattering, dorky clothing covered her exciting 5′ 6″ frame, two inches less than Janette.

Inexperienced, Angie lived a dull life all the way on the other side of town with Justine, a single parent, who worked long hours at a distant school as a Spanish teacher during the day and taught English as a second language in adult ed at night. Justine was practically an absentee mother. And when she was around, she wasn’t any better. Poor parenting skills. Angie couldn’t stand Justine, for being such a neglectful, irresponsible mother. A bad mother who failed to show up on time, was forever forgetful, broke promises, etc.

But Angie had at least inherited her hot looks directly from her sensuous 34-year-old mother. When the well-dressed, rich, smart and very pretty Janette befriended Angie, her cool new friend – and her handsome, sexy father – were exactly what the naive girl needed. And the shapely, moldable new arrival was exactly what father and daughter wanted.

Janette promptly invited Angela to sit at her table during lunch and quickly “adopted” the friendless newbie, giving advice, answering a slew of questions, and extracting useful information. Angie was smart, grateful and malleable. At 18, both were seniors, but Janette had way more life experience and was self-assured, qualities that gave her authority and control over the more passive Angie. The two began spending most of their free time at school together. At the end of their first week, they were already going places together: the mall, cafes, the park.

For the next two weeks, Janette did a total makeover for her friend, making changes every day. Angie went with Janette to her hair salon, where the sophisticated, confident girl treated the insecure, trusting one to a style and cut so the newcomer’s hair matched Janette’s: short, straight and tomboy-short, like a young Winona, Halle, Natalie or Demi’s pixie cut. Janette gave Angie good makeup, instructed her in how to apply it and began reworking her wardrobe. Since Janette was a B+ student, she helped her protege with homework, reports and prepping for exams. Angie was reborn.

Janette had remade the girl in her own image, accentuating the girl’s lovely hair, skin and hot body. Angie began spending time after school at Matt and Janette’s house, which was large and luxurious compared to Justine’s confining, functional apartment in a mediocre and remote neighborhood. When Matt first met Angie, he was immediately excited and thought for one strange, fleeting moment that she was Janette’s younger sister. Janette could immediately tell how much her father was attracted to her new sidekick. And it was obvious that Angie was suggestible, pliable.

For example, when she asked Janette about a boyfriend or boyfriends, Janette was dismissive, expressing her boredom with and disdain for naive young boys. Soon, Angie was verbally echoing Janette’s stated preference for older men, men of the world such as. . . Matt.

When Matt learned that Angie’s mother, Justine, had to moonlight to make extra money, and taught adult ed at night, he and Janette began inviting Angie to stay for dinner. He drove her home several times, to the opposite side of town. That lengthy round-trip, full of red lights, was anything but convenient. But the girl had been so tired that she twisted to the side in the passenger seat, her legs up against the door, and lay her head on Matt’s thigh. Her full, short skirt immediately slid down her thighs, revealing the toned young flesh.

Matt lifted the material so all of it lay above the girl’s waist, exposing her tiny panties. They looked just like Janette’s. His daughter had groomed the new addition well: the taut panties were sheer and her mons was shaved, revealing a succulent pair of thick lips. Matt smiled. Janette was nothing if not thorough.

The next day, with Matt’s prompting, Janette asked Angie if she’d like to sleep over some nights and Angie responded enthusiastically. Janette suggested that Matt to call Angie’s mother, Justine, to ask permission. So he called, explaining his background, impressive job, and that, despite the absence of Janette’s mother, who lived on the other side of the country, his daughter was doing very well in school and was delighted to have a new best friend in Angie.NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Even Justine’s voice sounded sexy on the phone. She complimented Janette’s influence on Angie’s appearance, grades and friendship. “It’s a relief that Angie has such a great friend in Janette, especially because we’re new arrivals and because I work such long hours.” The appreciative mother also asked the usual parental questions: “Will there be supervision?” “Would it be any trouble?” And “If she misbehaves, please send her back home immediately.”

“Oh no,” Matt said. “If she gets out of line, I’ll deal with her in the same way as I do Janette. Strictly.”

“Ok,” Justine said slowly, whose own upbringing had been very strict. And she’d been extremely strict with Angie. But she was afraid to ask for details. She hoped that Matt’s cryptic response meant he would be severe, since Angie was a stuck-up, resentful, disrespectful brat who deserved to be subdued and made respectful.

Having Justine’s permission – and gratitude – for her daughter’s sleepovers, Matt sat down in the living room with the two girls. He explained the rules of the house: hard work at school and serious studying at home, with commensurate rewards in the form of clothing, music, gear, restaurants, trips, concerts, fun weekends, and so on. Violations of the rules would be dealt with promptly in the form of punishment.

He warned Angie, “If any of your grades go down, or if you misbehave in any way, you will definitely be punished. And I don’t mean with a time-out or a spanking. Spankings are only for children. And I have authorization from your mother to deal with you promptly and strictly, as I already do with Janette. Do you understand?” Angie nodded tentatively.

“How does your mother punish you?” Angie squirmed in her seat. “Does she strike you?” Angie nodded, incredibly embarrassed. “With her hands?” Angie shook her head, too mortified to speak. “Does she use a hairbrush?” The girl was in an agony of humiliation and refused to answer.

Matt nodded to his daughter. Janette stood and lightly slapped Angie’s cheeks. “Daddy asked you a question.”

“With. . . with a strap,” Angie blurted. Janette glanced at Matt, both delighted that the girl had experienced corporal punishment.

“Where did these. . . sessions take place, and what was your mother wearing?

Angie swallowed. “They happened all around the place. She would strip down to her bra and panties because she would sweat from the exertion of binding and punishing me.

“Let’s make sure you understand. Janette, get up and stand in front of me.” His daughter complied, facing him, legs spread wide, her ass in front of Angie. “Raise your skirt.” Janette lifted her skirt to her waist and tucked the front and rear fabric into her belt. Father and daughter heard a small intake of breath as Angie saw the red marks at the top of Janette’s thighs.

“Take off your panties.” Janette drew them down and off, again widened her stance and leaned forward, resting each of her hands on one of Matt’ shoulders, thrusting her ass toward her best friend. Angie shifted on the couch, ogling the stripes covering Janette’s ass. She’d seen Janette nude in the girl’s showers at school, but this was different and strange.

“Get up and come here,” Matt ordered. Obediently, Angie apprehensively walked over to them. Matt grabbed one of Angie’s hands and placed it on one of Janette’s welted ass cheeks, moving Angie’s hand around the hot flesh. Janette moaned quietly. “Those hurt because Janette was punished only last night. Feel her thighs as well. Angie’s hand drifted down, her fingers skimming through Janette’s butt crack till they caressed the weals on her friend’s young thighs.

“They’re beautiful,” Angie whispered.

“Will you accept this kind of discipline if I deem that you deserve it?” Angie nodded, too stunned and excited to be capable of speech. “Have you ever been punished with anything other than a strap?”