Halloween Party Chaperone

"Of course," I replied, and Melissa took the opportunity to snuggle up against me. I had been aroused since the moment my daughter walked into my room, but the contact with sweet Melissa definitely kicked things up a notch. I could smell her perfume wafting to my nose, which sent a shiver through my body.

I looked over at my daughter and she was staring back at me with a frown upon her face. I was wondering why, and assumed that maybe she didn't want me in the room, but when I saw her look at Melissa I could almost see the daggers dart from her eyes directly into her friend. Instantly I knew she was mad at Melissa, possibly jealous that we were sitting so closely.

Before long Sam composed herself and sat on the floor across the room and held a candle before her face. My daughter had obviously prepared for this moment, because as soon as everyone was settled, she broke into a long story about ghosts terrorizing a group of schoolgirls on a camping trip. At each twist and turn of the story, Melissa pressed herself against me more closely, and a couple of times even buried her face into the nape of my neck. Once or twice I felt her hand on my thigh, squeezing tightly, ever so close to my pulsating prick.

When Sam finished her scary tale, she asked if anyone else had one they wanted to share. Nobody answered immediately, so she asked Melissa if she had a good ghost story. Melissa answered yes, so Sam told her to take her place on the floor in front of the room, so they each got up and exchanged places. At first I was sad to feel the void created by Melissa's absence, but the loss was more than offset when my daughter took her spot and sat closely aside me. Sam then reached over and grabbed my hand and held it tightly, resting our fingers on my upper thigh. The back of my daughter's hand was mere inches from my hardness, and I wondered what she was thinking at that very moment, but her face gave me no clues.

Sitting beside my daughter felt so natural, but the thoughts going through my head were certainly unnatural. At a particularly scary part of Melissa's story, Sam squeezed in close, and I took the opportunity to put my arm around her in comfort. It was a textbook dating 101 move I had learned years ago, but I of course pretended I was just being the protective father. It had been a while since I had held a beautiful woman so close, and the fact that is was my daughter made it hotter, much more taboo.

A few more girls shared stories, and once the last person was done Sam reluctantly got up and left my side. I felt a huge emptiness and wanted to pull her back onto my lap, but understood it was neither the time nor place. I sat motionless for a while, trying to let the uncomfortable strain in my crotch dissipate, before I stood and went to the kitchen for a cold drink.

When I reentered the living room, I found the music once again playing and this time all the kids were dancing enthusiastically. It was a sea of moving flesh, and I could not pick out Sam amid the confusion, try as I may. Melissa appeared out nowhere, moved right up to me and reached for my hand, pulling me into the jostling horde. Space was at a premium in the relatively small room, so Melissa and I were pressed together rather tightly as we moved to the sounds of the music. Occasionally I felt our bodies bump against one another, usually our crotches, not that I minded that much. Twice Melissa acted as though she were shoved from behind, providing her the excuse to grab onto me for support and rub her firm young breasts against my chest.

During a brief lull in the music, Melissa moved close and spoke in my ear. "I think everyone's jealous of me Mr. Stevens. All the girls think you're so hot in that uniform," she cooed, then moved away with a wink. I quickly scanned the room and saw a few of the other girls watching us dance and wondered if they were the ones who found me hot.

Melissa easily had to be the second sexiest girl in attendance, maybe the second sexiest woman I'd ever seen in my life. Any other time, I would have tried to find a way to get her out of the room, then out of her costume, but not that evening. Try as I may, I just couldn't get Sam out of my head. I felt like I was cheating on her and it really bothered me as the very last thing I would ever want to do was hurt my daughter.

Once the song ended I reluctantly broke away from Melissa and went in search of my Samantha. I squeezed through the crowd and found her standing near the stereo with her arms folded across her chest, looking most unhappy. Given what happened earlier, I figured I knew what was wrong, but I asked her anyway. She replied, "Nothing Daddy." Then added, "So, you have fun dancing with Melissa?"

I was right, it was my time with Melissa that bothered her. "I'm sorry baby, but I left her to find you. I'd much rather dance with you princess," I replied truthfully.

"Whatever Dad," she pouted and looked away.

I once again decided I needed to take control, so I grabbed her by the hand and guided her into the crowd and told her to dance with me. At first she still looked upset with me, but the more we danced the more she lightened up and before long we were both having a wonderful time together, Melissa only a memory. Sam looked at me with such love in her eyes it was hard for me to keep my composure. I just wanted to scoop her up and hug her forever.

We danced for what seemed like ages together, but it was most likely only a half hour or so. Around that time people started gathering their things and began saying good byes, and happily for me I received lots of thank you hugs for being such a good sport. Before long Sam was showing the last guest out the door, and I turned down the music to set a softer mood.

Once we were alone, Sam and I set about neatening the place up a bit. We worked for a while, but I had other things on my mind and cleaning was the last thing I wanted to do. I told her it could wait until morning and that we should sit and rest a while. I pulled off the billy club and dropped on the couch and motioned for her to join me. We sat together in silence, then I looked over at her and asked, "So honey, did you have a good time tonight?"

"Yes Daddy, I had a great time, well, mostly," she replied.

"Why mostly?" I questioned her.

"Well, it's nothing really," she...

"I want to know, now tell me sweetheart," I pressed, trying to sound sympathetic yet firm.

"Well, I don't really like Melissa," she pouted. I think some of the girls were jealous of Melissa due to her beauty and the confident manner she always carried herself. I thought I'd throw my daughter an honest compliment and see if I hit the mark.

"I'm sorry sweetie," I told her, then added, "Just to let you know Sam, I think you're much prettier."

"Thanks Dad," she beamed, and leaned in for a kiss. She leaned back and we looked at one another again, then she blushed and turned her head away from me. As if to break the tension, she asked, "Can I get you anything Dad?"

My throat was parched and a beer sounded great at that point, so I asked Sam for one. She quickly jumped off the couch and I watched her hips sway as she left the room. A minute of so later she reappeared with cold drink in hand and dropped back next to me.

As she sat next to me on the couch, Sam turned her body to face me and tucked one leg under the other. The result left her sitting with her knees open and her short skirt tantalizingly close to revealing her goodies. I did my best to look her in the eyes, but her body was a magnet and I couldn't help but peek.

We chatted for a while about the party, and I couldn't help but ask about the lack of guys in attendance. She said, "The girls wanted to be able to dance and have fun without getting hit-on, plus we wanted to dress sexy, so no boys were allowed."

"Don't you have a boyfriend Sammy?" I asked. I knew she dated in the past, but had not heard about anyone special of late.

"Not right now Dad, but there is one guy I really, really like," she responded rather softly, almost nervously.

"Well, then he's the luckiest guy in the world," I stated, and she lit up like a Christmas tree.

"Thanks Dad, you always know the right things to say," she beamed.

We once again sat in silence until Sam asked for a sip of my beer. She was underage, but at times I would let her have a sip or two. I figured if she was going to experiment, better to do it in my home when I was present to monitor her.

I handed her the bottle and she brought it to her lips. I watched as her tongue shot out just slightly and gently caressed the top of the bottle before she took her sip. She looked into my eyes and uttered a soft sigh as she sucked the cold beer down. I had never before thought the sight of someone drinking a beer could be erotic, but I had clearly been wrong. I wondered if she had done the tongue trick for my benefit, or whether it was a happy accident.

As she sat close I really got to look her over. The deep v created by her top drew my eyes down from her pretty face, and I couldn't help but admire her womanly charms. I was sure she had worn a bra during the party, but it was obvious that she no longer had one on. Her breasts were clearly unencumbered and her young nipples were straining the tight fabric of her thin white blouse.

Sitting so close to Sam, I felt a deep desire to know what she was feeling. All signs seemed to be pointing in one direction, that she was playing the same game as I and wanted it to continue. I felt I was at one of those life-changing moments, and I just had to know or I'd wonder about it all the rest of my days. I was mortally afraid of what might happen if I was wrong, but deep down just had to know.

I pondered my next move for a while, and decided she seemed to respond to the firm approach, so I elected to go that route. I took the Billy club off the end table and began to slowly tap it upon my thigh, and turned back to look at my daughter.

"Samantha, I think we need to talk about your costume," I stated firmly.

Her eyes flaired as she stared back at me in silence, then responded softly, "What about it?"

"I think you know full well young lady," came my stern retort. My daughter just looked back at me like a deer in the headlights, but said nothing. After a long pause, I added, "That outfit was totally inappropriate for someone your age, and you made a spectacle of yourself tonight parading around your friends like a tramp." I made it a point to lean forward a bit as I said it, trying to maintain eye contact the entire time.

Normally she would have protested, but I think the events of the night really had an affect on her and she simply gave in. "I'm sorry Daddy," she muttered, and looked down in shame.

"And just what do you think we should do about this young lady" I asked her, with a with a calm but assertive tone.

"I don't know Dad, whatever you want," she replied, which was exactly what I was hoping to hear.

I pointed the billy club her way and put it right under her chin, lifting it to look at me and asked,"You're going to be a good girl for me, aren't you baby?"

She blinked her eyes, nodded slightly and soft said, "Yes Daddy."

I slowly moved the tip of the club to her cheek, and lightly traced a line across her chin. Her face looked like a mixture of desire and apprehension, unsure of where things were heading, but maybe, just maybe hoping for more. With that I slid the baton to her lips and softly eased it back and forth across them. "Kiss it Sammy," I said softly.

Her cheeks were now glowing red, and when I saw her slowly pucker and kiss the knob of the hard black rod, my cock lurched in my pants. "Good girl Sam, that's my good girl," I said, and began moving the club back and forth across her lips once more. She continued to kiss it, but looked my way in a seductive manner, leaving no doubt that she was ready to take things to the next level.

I moved it once more and traced it across her chin, down the side of her neck, and gently ran it into her cleavage. I paused for a moment as we stared at one another, the sexual tension as think as anything I'd ever experienced. I felt sure she was ready for more, so I continued on. "What's this, no bra young lady?" I asked, as I moved the tip of the club across her shirt and circled her right nipple.

"I, ummm, I took it off Daddy," she mumbled.

"I can see that Samantha," I replied, then after a pause added, "Is that what you wanted Sam. Did you want me to see?"

I didn't think it was possible for her cheeks to get any redder, but they did as she answered softly only one word, "Yes."

"That's very naughty Samantha. Do you know what happens to naughty girls?" I asked in a firm tone.

"No Daddy," she whispered, her amazing blue eyes wide open.

"They get punished Samantha." We sat in silence as I let my words sink in, then I stated, "Stand up."

Sam did as was told and stood before me, her eyes nervously moving from my face to her toes. "Turn around," I told her, just as I had earlier on the deck. I think she knew what was coming, because her hands moved to her sides, almost behind her bottom. I reached for the hand cuffs, and while opening them said, "Hands behind your back." She complied rapidly, locking her fingers together and waiting for what was to come.

I wanted to make her sweat a bit, so I took my time before I let the cool steel touch her arms. With one snap then another, I captured her supple wrists in the strong metal, holding her firmly. Once again, I asked her to face me, and she quickly responded. Her head was hanging in submission and I just knew I had her.

"Time for your punishment, now over my lap sweetheart," I instructed, and patted my thighs. Sam moved forward until her legs hit the couch, then she eased forward clumsily, unsure of how to proceed. I reached out and grabbed her shoulders, helping to lower her torso over my lap. When she was in place, I wiggled around a tad until I was comfortable, and she was in the proper position for what was to come. My hardness was pressed squarely into her hip, something I'm sure she had to feel.

She lay across my lap unmoving as I took in her supple form across my lap. My left hand found it's way to the small of her back, while my right grasped the hem of her little plaid skirt. I pressed my palm onto her back while I began to flip her skirt over her hips, fearful that she might try to wiggle away. She remained motionless, however I heard a loud intake of breath when she realized what I was doing.

My eyes seemed pulled by the new sight before me. Sam's entire bottom was now in view, only blocked by a small pair of lacy white panties. I normally am a sucker for colored undies, but her white knickers looked so much more innocent, making what we were doing seem even more powerful to me.

I placed my hands on the top seam of her undies by her hips, and slipped my fingers underneath before pulling them down under her butt, uncovering all of her pale skin. I had not seen Sam's bottom so exposed since she was a child, but time had been very good to her. I almost felt sad I was going to spank her as I hated to mar something so perfect, but I knew she'd recover soon enough.

I moved my hand to her butt and gently place it right in the middle of her round cheeks. I began to softly stroke her soft, warm skin before I made ready to deliver her spanking. Because of my tremendous excitement, I was truly afraid I might actually hurt my daughter, so I decided to only deliver ten blows to her bottom.

"Samantha, I need you to keep completely still until your punishment is over, do you understand?" I stated flatly.

"I'll try Daddy," she answered, trying to sound brave.

"Good girl," I replied, then added, "Let's begin." With that I slowly drew my palm away from her warm bottom until it was about a foot above her, then quickly brought it back down to where it had been only moments before.

"Ouch!" Sam yelled, and jerked on my lap, but otherwise remained still. I think she responded more out of the suddenness of the slap as opposed to it's force. I had never spanked her before so this was new territory for both of us, and I'm not ashamed to admit I was really, really enjoying it.

I rested my hand of her bottom for a while and stroked her skin, saying, "Good girl Sammy." I raised my hand once more and delivered another somewhat firm blow, and the results were much the same. After that I slowly slapped her lovely bottom another few times, delighted by her submissive acceptance of the punishment.

Between spanks I carefully studied my daughter's posterior. It was amazing how with each slap it turned a slightly darker shade of red, and her skin became progressively warmer as well. Little goose bumps rose under my fingers as I lovingly caressed her skin, wanting to show dominance, but not actually hurt her.

Once I had delivered the tenth slap, I slid my hand up her ass and smoothed her panties back in place, then told her to roll over. The cuffs made it difficult for her to move, so I helped her sit upright and settled her on my lap. Sam's face was red and her eyes were a tad puffy as if she had been fighting back tears. She did so well and looked so sweet I just had to kiss her, so I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers softly.

I whispered to her to make herself comfortable, and she adjusted herself to get settled on my lap. I felt sure she could feel my hardness under her taut bottom, but gave no indication if she had. I gave her an approving smile as I could tell she was trying to put on a strong face for me.

I had set the Billy club on the end table prior to Sam's spanking and I reached for it once more, Sam's eyes following my hand as I retrieved it. I placed the tip of the club under her chin, and lifted if for her to look in my eyes. I slowly moved it across her cheek, until I once again ran it over her lips. Without being told this time, she began to kiss it as she had done before. I stopped moving it and rested it in the center of her mouth, and simply said, "Open."

Staring directly at me, my daughter did as was told and opened her mouth, and I eased the tip of the black baton inside her parted lips. I moved it in about an inch, then pulled it back to her lips, before sliding it home once more. The inference was clear, so she locked her lips around the club and from action of her cheeks I could tell she was trying to suck it.

My cock felt ready to explode under her weight as I said, "Good girl Sammy, you know what Daddy likes." Her head nodded slightly as her mouth worked on the rod.

After no more than a minute, I slid it from her mouth and traced wet a line down her chest and placed the tip between her heaving breasts. I pushed it under her blouse, and moved the fabric to the side, exposing one naked young tit to my eyes for the first time. It was simply perfect, a creamy mound of flesh with no sag, topped by a lovely hard pink nipple.

I ran the club over her sensitive spot a few times back and forth, as her head tilted back with a sigh. The daughter I formerly knew as so innocent looked absolutely wanton at that moment. "You like that, don't you baby?" I asked in a soft voice, and she just bit her lip and nodded in response.

I grabbed one of the throw pillows beside me and placed it behind her back, then told her to lie back. Her hands were still locked behind her, but she did as was told and settled against the side of the couch. I then told her to spread her legs, and she slowly complied, opening herself up before me. I moved the club to her knee and slid it up the inside of her thigh until it was just under her skirt. With a flick of the wrist I flipped the skirt up to her belly, exposing the front of her pretty white panties.

I looked at her lovely face and saw her close her eyes as if soaking in the moment. I'm sure she knew what was coming as I moved the tip of my instrument to her mound, and gently pressed it into her fold. I ran it up and down a few times, when softly she moaned "Yes."