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Linda had grown accustomed to being punished; ever since the divorce, her father had imposed stricter rules on her, some far more difficult to obey than others. Over time, she had even gotten used to her brother, Pete, stepping in to help enforce those rules. So when she once again gave in to temptation and broke one of them, she thought she understood what was coming.
What she didn't expect, however, was for her father to invite Pete's new friend to take part.
Out of all the restrictions she lived under, the one forbidding her from touching herself without permission was by far the hardest—and the one she failed to follow most often.
It felt unfair, frustrating, and nearly impossible to obey. She was twenty-two; her friends barely had curfews anymore, let alone rules like this. Deep down, she knew it wasn't about morality or belief—it was her father's way of coping with the aftermath of the divorce.
That only made it worse. Her father and Pete had no such restrictions; they were free to do as they pleased. The rule applied only to her. Sometimes, she couldn't even escape hearing Pete at night, since they shared a room and he wasn't particularly discreet.
Meanwhile she had to wait, and ache, and beg Daddy for permission, which he only ever granted on special occasions and when he was in the right mood. And when he did say yes, he'd insist on supervising, which was so embarrassing: Linda was always so horny that she came really hard when she was allowed, and he'd laugh at her, at the sounds she made and how red her face got.
So, yeah, Linda hated that rule. She spent a lot of time trying to find ways to break it.
That was why she and Pete shared a room. It wasn't like there wasn't enough space in the house; they just didn't trust her unsupervised at night. There was no door on the bedroom, either, and only a thin top-sheet on her bed--her thick quilt had been taken away months ago, when Pete had caught her one too many times trying to discretely rub herself beneath it.
She wasn't allowed to shut the door all the way when she used the toilet, wasn't ever left home alone, wasn't allowed to wander off in the backyard by herself...all markers of times when she'd managed to get just enough privacy to sneak a hand on her neglected pussy.
Fuck, the backyard. Linda had stolen dozens of orgasms back there--huddled behind the shed to hide herself from the house, one hand pressed against the weather-stained wood to hold herself upright, fingers mashing desperately on her sticky clit--before Daddy had gotten suspicious of her sudden interest in gardening and had caught her.
The shed was perfectly framed in the view from her and Pete's bedroom, and her insides clenched as she sat on her bed and stared out at it. The memory of that last time taunted her: the thrill of touching herself; the rush of relief when she'd tipped over the edge into frantic, heady release.
The pain and disappointment when Daddy had rounded the corner and grabbed her, yanked her pants down and spanked her clit raw, thoroughly ruining her pleasure.
She was still in trouble over that. Daddy hadn't given her permission for a single orgasm since...and that had been over half a year ago, now.
Linda was desperate.
She glanced over her shoulder at the open doorway. Daddy was sitting at the kitchen island, working on his computer; if he turned around, he'd be looking straight at her...but he was busy.
If she was really careful...
Linda shuffled down towards the end of her bed, then glanced at the door again. She could only see Daddy's shoulder now; the corner blocked most of the line-of-sight between them. He'd have to come into the hallway to get a good look at her, and that would at least give her some warning, some time to arrange for...plausible deniability.
Not that plausible deniability had ever gotten her anywhere. Daddy didn't tolerate bullshit.
But she had to try.
She scooted to the edge of the bed and reached down, beginning with a slow, delicious rub over the seam of her skinny-jeans. Just that dull pressure was enough to make her shudder, all of her nerves pulsing with desire.
A hopeful little tingle lit in her pussy and spread through the rest of her body, pleasant and urgent at the same time, like she was already nearly on the edge. Like her body was trying to remind her how fucking good it felt to come.
Linda moved slowly as she unbuttoned her jeans and worked a hand down inside. It was irritatingly awkward, her pants too tight and the angle less than ideal--she wished she dared to just shuck her jeans off and lay back on her bed and just go to town...but that would be way too obvious. Sure, she was so close that she'd probably come in seconds, but Daddy only needed seconds to get into her room and do something about it.
He was an expert at ruining Linda's orgasms.
When she managed to get a finger wedged against her slit, only the thin fabric of her panties separating it from her needy pussy, the surge of pleasure inside her was so wild that Linda had to hold her breath to keep back the needy moan.
God, it had been so long. She needed to come so bad.
She wriggled and pressed with her fingers, massaging herself through the light cotton. Air stuttered out of her in a little hissing breath as her lungs spasmed, threatening another moan. Her legs moved on their own, kicking and writhing until her ankles hooked together and her knees spread apart, mimicking the way she would lock her legs around Daddy whenever he decided to punish her with his cock.
"Oh-God," she whispered to herself as that thought sent another urgent surge of desire through her.
Fuck, getting punished with Daddy's cock was the worst. It felt so fucking good to be fucked--but then he'd always make her ruin in the worst possible ways, twisting or spanking or pinching her clit until she cried from the pain, until she would do anything for him to stop touching her poor pussy.
Linda almost wished that she dared ask for Daddy's cock when she wasn't being punished. If she were allowed to ride him next time she got permission to come...if she were allowed to have a real orgasm that way, shaking apart with her Daddy's cock splitting her open...
"Oh-God, mm, oh please..."
She knew what he'd say, though: something about not wanting to teach her to act more like a whore than she did already.
"Mmn," Candace whimpered, then quickly brought up her free hand to bite down on her knuckle, trying to quiet herself. She fumbled with her panties, trying to tug the fabric aside to get a finger on her clit directly. She was so close, if she could just rub herself a bit--
"Linda."
Candace squealed and tried to yank her hand out of her jeans. The tight fabric held onto her like a finger-trap, though, and in her panicked struggle she tumbled onto her back, rolling helplessly on the mattress as she wrestled with her own clothing, trying desperately to excavate her hand from its incriminating position.
All under the censorious gaze of Daddy, standing over her bed. He'd gotten all the way in the room without her noticing, so focused had she been on her own denied pleasure.
"I wasn't, Daddy, I wasn't," she stammered, then gasped as her attempts to extract her hand from her pants accidentally tugged her panties tight against her still-aching clit. "Mm--oh--I was just, um, i-itching?--"
Daddy's hand closed around her wrist and yanked, extracting her fingers and interrupting the brief flash of pleasure. Candace whined.
A moment later, it was Daddy's hand down her pants--and his hand definitely didn't fit; her jeans were getting shoved down, scraping at the skin of her hips, pulling her panties with them--and Candace was seeing stars, thrusting her pussy up hard as the tip of Daddy's index finger stroked over her throbbing clit.
"Oh! Daddy!"
"Don't call me that," he ordered, using his other hand to flip her body over, pushing her face down into the mattress. The hand at her crotch stayed in place, shoving against her aching clit, just a bit too firmly to be comfortable but still sending desperate shocks of pleasure through her body. "Not when you're acting like this. I did not raise you to hump my hand like a fucking animal."