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The Major Colonel’s Baby – Chap. 01
The story of a daughter’s love for her father and his for her.
Society said no, but their hearts, minds and bodies screamed yes.
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Thank you Tigersman for your prompt and focused editing
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Being a new mother, I find myself contemplating my life and all of the changes I’ve experienced over the last several years. I wanted to let people know how things really were between Daddy and me. I want to preface this first, by asking that you try not to judge me too harshly and to remember that I love him, and I always have.
There was never any force, coercion or pressure between us and I think in a way, our union was inevitable and when it finally happened, it was glorious and long overdue. We went through a difficult period, but I was relieved and happy when the rumors and mean-spirited gossip finally quieted down. More and more frequently, someone will approach me with encouraging words about the break up between Marshall and me. Politely expressing how fortunate I am to have Daddy to stand by, support me, and act as the primary male role model to my son. I often have to stifle my laughter, thinking, ‘God, if they only knew.’
*****
My father is a well-known, highly ranked officer in the United States Army. There’s been gossip off and on for years about us, and it would destroy his reputation and legacy if those rumors ever became public and were proven to have substance behind them.
We grew up in a stern and dictatorial household, my older brother Paul and me. Conversations with Daddy were primarily him giving orders and commands. We did as told, never daring to broach or question his wishes. After close to twenty years of marriage, Mommy and Daddy’s union had gotten rocky, and they seemed to argue most of the time during the last year or so they were together. I can remember clearly Mommy screaming at him during an argument, “Damn it, Braxton, we’re your family! We are not soldiers under your command.”
During their disagreements, he would look at her with a patronizing expression on his face, turn his back to her, and return to whatever he had been doing. That is unless he wanted to have sex with her. Mommy was and is a gorgeous woman, and no matter how he might have felt about her, he still enjoyed fucking her. He’d let her rant and rave until he’d had enough, and then he’d simply tell her to take her clothes off and get on the bed. I remember once when I was about sixteen, she insisted on having a very uncomfortable conversation with me. She was upset with Daddy, and I guess she just needed to vent, saying it pissed her off the way he would treat her horribly and then want to make love to her.
She recalled how he would get this look on his face, and his voice would change, forestalling any challenge or defiance. “I knew it was not smart to refuse him, and I would do as he said, whether I wanted to or not,” she explained. “After all these years, I had stopped fighting him.”
I sat and listened to her, feeling sorry for her, remembering how she would look when they would finally come out of their bedroom. She would look beautiful, sometimes subdued and glowing and other times, you could see that while satisfied, she had been crying.
*****
Even though he was not always as warm and affectionate as we might have wished, in a strange way, I was always Daddy’s little girl, and I loved him. My parents were adamant and overzealous in their efforts to safeguard my innocence and Daddy more so than most. His concern with my innocence and obedience did not exempt me from his physical discipline. On more than one occasion while growing up and into my late teens, I would be the recipient of spankings for various infractions of Daddy’s rules. He would order me upstairs into his office where I would ordered to pull down my panties and lay across his knees for my punishment. I would cry, plead and thrash about on his lap. During these spankings, I eventually began to notice a bulge that would press against my stomach. It wasn’t until later that I fully understood what was happening to him during these sessions, and would sometimes deliberately rub against him making him moan quietly and shake. Afterward, he would caress my puffy red behind, soothing away the stinging discomfort. He would help me off his lap and into my panties all the while chastising me for being a bad girl. In his most parental voice, he would remind me that I could have anything I desired, if I would just obey him and be his good little girl.
Unlike my brother Paul, despite Daddy’s gruff exterior, I loved Daddy very much and did everything and anything I could to please him and make him proud of me. From the time he was probably fifteen, Paul could barely tolerate Daddy, and I think their emotional break finally happened when Daddy was disciplining me one day, and Paul walked into Daddy’s office without knocking. He found me naked and crying across Daddy’s lap. Daddy’s erection was obvious through his pants and my behind red and bruised, his handprint canlı bahis clearly visible. Despite the drama of Paul walking in on us, my spankings continued until well after high school when I would occasionally experience an orgasm there on his lap as he spanked me. I was always pleased and surprised when this would happen, but we never acknowledged or discussed this.
The animosity between Paul and Daddy grew stronger as time passed. I sometimes felt Paul hated Daddy. He actively rebelled against Dad’s often unreasonable expectations for him, but he managed to stay away from drugs and other activities that might have been illegal or negatively affected Daddy’s career and reputation. My brother Paul left the day after his graduation from high school. Mommy stuck it out for another six months after Paul left but eventually also decided it was time to leave. I didn’t leave with her but chose to stay with Daddy instead.
Daddy could be an emotionally distant and vindictive man. Though undeniably hurt after Mommy left us, he could not change or suppress his true nature and demonstrated his vitriol towards her almost every day. Despite everything he said and did against her, I could see how alone he must have felt and how much Mommy’s leaving had hurt him. My heart ached just seeing him like that. I was angry with Mommy for leaving, feeling that if she had loved Daddy, she would have stayed with us. The bond between Daddy and me became closer.
Through high school, I guess I was what you’d call a Plain Jane. Large eyeglasses, braces, long stringy hair, a real-life ugly duckling. Around sixteen, I started developing and losing those rough unattractive edges. I was petite; five feet, four inches tall, maybe 120 lbs. I had nicely shaped breasts, firm and full with long, dark nipples that seemed perpetually hard and erect. I had long, thick, wavy blond hair, large green wide set eyes accented by long lashes and full, luscious lips.
Not very long after their divorce, I began attending with my Dad’s civilian, and Army social functions on base and here at home. In the beginning, I would host his parties, and sometimes accompany him when he traveled. People thought it was so self-sacrificing when I would accompany daddy to different functions, becoming more and more familiar with people, events and protocol as I grew older. My attractiveness and personality was a definite asset. I enjoyed this new sense of responsibility and closeness with him, but eventually, I sensed things changing between my father and me, emotionally and physically.
Just out of high school, I began dating a young officer by the name of Jack Raley, Corporal Jack Raley. He was a hunk in every sense of the word, a few years older than I was, and stationed at Fort Belaire under Daddy’s command, with the goal of making the military his career. Things started to change between Daddy and I, or at least I noticed them changing, when Daddy began displaying a dislike for Jack. He had seemed to like Jack at first, in fact, everything was fine until I told him that Jack and I were “seeing” each other romantically. Daddy didn’t like that at all, and strongly suggested that I end it before it got too serious, or I might inadvertently get in the way of Jack achieving his career objective within the military. I took this as a warning to break it off with Jack.
I was furious with his butting into my personal business, “You know Daddy, who I see, is none of your business,” I said, my tone dripping with indignation.
“That’s where you’re wrong, Megan,” he responded, “It’s very much my business.”
“I want you to stop seeing Jack, and if you don’t, I’ll have to take care of this myself.”
“What do you mean? What do you mean?” I asked apprehensively.
Daddy said nothing.
“I’m not going to stop seeing him, Daddy,” I said defiantly.
He looked at me with those black piercing eyes, “Alright, if that’s how you want it,” he said before turning to leave the room.
Jack and I continued to see each other, but rarely here in the house, because I didn’t want any confrontations with Daddy. Neither of us spoke about Jack again, until things came to a head one night soon afterward. Jack and I had been out clubbing, and when he brought me home, I was a little drunk and very horny, and insisted he come upstairs and “play”. One thing led to another and soon Corporal Jack Raley had me on my back with my legs open, and him noisily eating my pussy as I moaned and gyrated with pleasure under him. Suddenly, the door flew open, and there stood Daddy. I don’t think Jack even realized that he was there watching us until the order, “Get your fucking clothes on, and get out of here soldier,” echoed through the room. With a terrified look on his face, Jack practically ran half-naked from the room.
Daddy stood there with clenched jaws, staring at me. “How long has this been going on?”
“None of your business,” I shouted.
“Don’t screw with me, Megan . . . how long?”
“Since last year, I said. I’m an adult, Daddy; I can do what I want with whoever I want. . . I don’t need to answer bahis siteleri to you,” I said self-righteously.
“Is that all you’re letting him do? Have you let him fuck you yet?”
“Daddy!” I said, embarrassed that he would ask me that. I did not want to have this conversation with him of all people.
“Did you let him fuck you?” He asked again, and this time I could see him struggling to control his anger.
Suddenly feeling like the small, frightened little girl from my past, I answered, “Yes. Yes.”
He began to laugh quietly to himself . . . “So my little girl’s not a virgin anymore. I thought I would be your first,” he added in a voice barely above a whisper.
“What? What did you say?” I asked, sure I had not heard him correctly.
*****
Except for his disciplinary spankings through most of my growing up, I don’t remember Daddy touching me in what many would call an inappropriate way. It was after high school that our relationship intensified, and later that night after the incident with Jack, was the first time he came into my room and slipped into my bed. I lay there in the quiet darkness and held my breath as he ran his hands over my body. Probing, touching me in places no father would ever dare to explore.
“Dad? Oh, Daddy no. . . .,” I started to protest before being cut off.
“Shhhhh, Megan, Megan.” he murmured, “It’s okay baby. I’m not going to hurt you, do you trust me?”
“Yes,” I replied hesitantly. Hearing those words, he slipped his hands under my t-shirt, gathered it up and pulled it over my head. I could feel the rapid rise and fall of my chest as I struggled to contain my growing panic and excitement. He leaned over me and began to caress my breasts with his mouth. When he sucked my tits, it elicited a long, soft shudder from me. I closed my eyes and felt a warm flush radiate throughout my sexual core.
I began to cry, overwhelmed by the pleasure, closeness, and inner sense that even though I knew this was wrong, my young body wanted this and needed it to be with him, my father.
He continued to squeeze my breasts until they were swollen mounds in his hands and my nipples hard, sensitive buds. I felt that warmth again between my thighs, an insistent achiness, and then a hard, shudder course through my pelvic area and down my legs. My eyes opened wide, and I looked at him with surprise and pleasure.
“Oh, Daddy,” I said as he held me in a tight embrace.
Brushing back the damp hair from my face Daddy kissed me hard, parting my lips, letting his tongue explore and grow familiar with the warmth and feel of my mouth.
“I don’t want you to have anything else to do with Jack Raley, do you understand? I could ruin him, Megan . . . it’s up to you,” he said quietly but in a voice that would not tolerate contradiction.
“I won’t see him anymore,” I said.
Spooning behind me, he held me possessively, his penis pressed hard against my ass.
“Good night Daddy,” I said aware for the first time that even at eighteen I was still calling him Daddy. We drifted off to sleep.
*****
When I awoke the next morning, Daddy was already up and downstairs reading the paper and sipping his first cup of coffee. I came into the kitchen, poured myself a cup and sat down at the table.
I felt guilty, having tossed and turned most of the night unable to sleep, consumed by the thought that perhaps I had seduced him in some way. Had last night been my fault?
“What’s wrong baby?” Daddy asked with obvious concern.
“Nothing,” I replied a bit too curtly.
Getting up, Daddy came over to me and lifted my chin forcing me to look at him.
“Are you concerned about last night?” he asked.
“No. I mean yes . . . was last night my fault, Daddy?”
“Was it your fault? Of course not baby. Last night was going to happen eventually. Unfortunately, it took finding Corporal Raley between your legs, going down on you to make me see that. I don’t think there was anything we could have done to stop what was going to happen between us.”
“We’re both adults, Megan. You can say no whenever you wish. I can’t force you to do anything you don’t want to do.”
I looked at him; tears were beginning to brim in my eyes.
“Stop crying!” He said gruffly, his patience rapidly wearing thin. “I don’t think anything that happens between us from now on will be anyone’s fault. I don’t regret what we did last night, and I hope you don’t regret it,” he said as he gathered up his coat, attaché case and left the house.
I sat there in silence watching through the kitchen window as he got into the waiting limousine that proceeded down the street towards Fort Belaire Army Base.
*****
Foolishly, not considering Daddy’s lascivious desires or mine, I promised myself this would not happen again. That was sadly a short-lived promise.
Several weeks went by and one night when I came home, Daddy was already home and in the family room watching one of his favorite porn videos. “Megan come and watch this movie with me,” he called.
Though he had bahis şirketleri only recently developed a “thing” for porn, I didn’t care for these movies, and I watched them with him simply to placate him. “All right, I’m just going to change clothes, and I’ll be right there,” I replied.
“Come sit next to me,” he said when I entered the room. I sat down next to him, my legs tucked under me.
With his arm casually draped around my shoulder, we watched the movie, his growing erection obvious. Leaning nearer to me, he absently slipped his hand inside my t-shirt and brushed his fingers across my breasts. When I didn’t move away, he began massaging my breast with his open palm and fingertips. He kept teasing me by gradually moving closer to my nipples and then backing away, not actually touching them. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the soothing, sensual feel of his hand. He repeated this multiple times, each time gradually increasing the pressure and intensity. When he heard me exhale and felt my upper body experience a faint quiver, he lowered his mouth to my tits. He gently licked the entire surface of my breast, his broad flat tongue firm and knowing.
As he caressed and fondled my breasts, I knew he was becoming very aroused. He continued to suck my breast and nipples, and I slipped my hand into his shorts, lightly touching him until I felt his hips rise as he pressed his hardening arousal against my hand. He pulled his mouth away from my breast, “Oh little girl, your fingers are like fluttering butterfly wings, light, hesitant and delicate.” I looked at him surprised at his words and this unusual glimpse of a softer side of him.
I stroked him lovingly, letting my open hand cup his balls as I squeezed and caressed them. Bending down, I pressed my face into his crotch and inhaled his warm, male scent. I took his cock out and lifted it so that I could lick and suck his balls into my warm, moist mouth. Daddy began to moan and grind his balls into my face. “Oh, Megan yes, just like that baby.”
I felt as if I had become the aggressor. I spread his legs so that I could lick the insides of his thighs. Running my tongue along the base of his cock down to his butthole, I could feel the muscle and the large vein that ran up the underside of his cock harden and quiver. Putting his hands on the back of my head, he pulled my head deeper between his legs.
“Take it in your mouth baby, go ahead, and suck Daddy’s cock,” he mumbled.
Daddy started slowly swaying his hips, eventually working the tip of his cockhead to my lips. “Please Megan, suck my cock, now. I need to feel your mouth on me, baby.” He groaned as he pressed his swollen mushy crown against my lips. I took his cock in my hand and began to twist and turn it gently as I jerked it and sucked his knob. Using my tongue, I licked and carefully nipped him at the base of his cock where it was the most sensitive.
I continued stroking his shaft as I kissed and licked his ball sac. I licked him from the base of his cock, up his shaft being careful to put light pressure on the humongous vein on its underside. Working my way up his shaft to his swollen crown, I suckled his cockhead before pulling my mouth away. I backed off, almost but not quite pulling the head out and then pushing it back into my mouth. I parted my lips and let him push the tip of his cockhead into my warm, moist mouth and then enjoy the sudden downward sensation of me swallowing his cock, enveloping it in my wet, velvety throat.
I could feel him tremble when I caressed his dick with my lips, sliding up and down his shaft. It throbbed in anticipation and then he exploded, in three hard spurts, spraying cum powerfully into my mouth. I milked his hard, aching cock, sliding my mouth up and down his shaft, as he forced cum into my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could, but some of it slipped past my lips, down his shaft. Thick cum covered my encircling hand and pooling at the base of his cock, slowly dripped between his hard, tight balls. I made myself continue to fuck him with my mouth, and he kept ejaculating into my welcoming, demanding mouth. As his orgasm subsided, I gently sucked his sensitive balls until his cock grudgingly twitched back to life.
*****
Again, the following day I was filled with remorse and anger at him for making me want to be with him, but being afraid to give myself totally to him. I left the next day under the pretext of spending the weekend with a friend. I needed time to clear my head. Instead of staying with my friend as I had planned, I decided I would go up to our family’s lake house. Since I hadn’t been up here in several years, I thought this would be the last place Daddy would think to look for me. Over the course of the next several days, I did not communicate with Daddy at all despite the almost daily onslaught of calls, texts and messages. I didn’t have any contact with him for almost a week, and then on Thursday when I was out walking on the road in front of the house, I saw a car approaching. I stood on the side of the road and watched as Daddy got out of the limousine and walked toward me. “We need to talk, baby,” he said holding out his hand to me. He leaned in toward the driver side window and told his driver what time to come back. As the limo drove away, I let him lead me back up to the lake house.
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