Daddy's Little Princess [Otachii & Daddy Takes]
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				Title: <strong>Daddy's Little Princess [Otachii &amp; Daddy Takes]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pastel Kitkat</strong> on <strong>16-01-2011, 03:38:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j309/Otachii/l_c498dc4166674811bc8f525b0360e39b.jpg)</div>Princess Coviello was that girl in high school that every other girl dreamed of being. She was beautiful, with flawless creamy skin, a tight well-rounded young body and big dewy brown eyes that could melt the heart of any authority figure with one upward look under her dark eyelashes. She had confidence to spare, the type of self-assurance that bordered on conceded and demanded everyone's respect. But most envy-worthy, Princess was filthy, sinfully rich. No, not her parents, Princess herself was the obscenely wealthy one and, she never let anyone forget that fact. She's never worked a day in her life, hadn't earned a cent of that money, but with the passing of both her parents it had all been dumped in Princess's lap. <br><br>It was meager compensation, especially considering that she couldn't touch a dime without the say-so of her deceased mother's second husband; the man the courts had appointed her legal guardian. The very thought made the girl both seethe in rage and, want to laugh out loud in mocking. To think that stranger, that man, who was barely out of his boy years, could hold any sort of authority over her was hilarious; he had never been anything more to her then the last man her mother had slept with before she died, nothing more then some free-loader dwelling in a house that was rightfully hers, nothing more then the man who had killed her mother. So Princess detested that man with every fiber of that being, her bitterness toward him no secret with every dirty look she threw his way or sneered call of his name whenever she needed access to her money. That day was no different. “James!” <br><br>Her rather high toned voice rang through the house, echoing off the high ceilings to seemingly pierce every corner of that expansive home that held only him and her. The click of sharp black stilettos scuffing up the hardwood floor told of her search for him, and the feverish way they tapped made the urgency clear. If it hadn't already been made clear by the annoyance in her uncharacteristically sweet voice. “James, where are you?” She shouted louder still, her voice literally filling the house as she made her way out into the large entrance way at the front of the home, where wide maroon carpeted stairs led up to the second level. She knew he was home, she had spotted his car in the garage. <br><br>Princess stood in front of the stairs, hands fixed to her wide hips accented so nicely by the pleated black skirt that flowed from them to flutter around her thick thighs. Princess was not a tall girl, indeed she was quite petite in stature. But what her legs lacked in length they made up for in luscious shape, the tone feminine muscles of her lower legs beautifully defined by her white knee high stockings. Fingers tugged at the collar of her crisp white shirt, undoing the few top buttons to reveal a generous peak at her cleavage as she eased the tension the the fitted shirt caused around her large bust. Clearly she had just gotten home from school, having lost her black blazer that went with her uniform somewhere along her search for her stepfather. She didn't bother to call for him again, she knew that wherever he was he would have heard her and expected that he'd come to her. <br><br>She might have had the dog's name, but he was the only dog in that house.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daddy's Little Princess [Otachii &amp; Daddy Takes]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daddy Takes</strong> on <strong>16-01-2011, 15:20:38</strong>
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				<em>"James!"</em>&nbsp; The familiar summons rang out through the halls of the well-appointed house James Warfield shared, by strange twists of fate, with Princess Coviello.&nbsp; Working in his office, James rolled his eyes.&nbsp; Caretaker of a spoiled-rotten teenager certainly wasn't the life he had expected to be leading or one he would have freely chosen.&nbsp; But for now it was the life he had.<br><br>James had married Princess's mother, Momoko, six years before, after the death of her first husband, a wealthy businessman who had his left entire fortune to her.&nbsp; James was twenty-five at that time, twenty years Momoko's junior, and Princess was ten.&nbsp; He was then an up-and-coming actor with a few movies to his credit and, people in the know told him, a can't-miss future.&nbsp; Tall and dark-haired, with sharp features and expressive blue-grey eyes, James had what agents called a "strong face" and a trim, muscular build.&nbsp; While he possessed only modest natural talent for acting and had scanty formal training, he was blessed with a sonorous baritone voice.&nbsp; What he lacked in ability he more than made up for with ambition.<br><br>In his situation, marriage to Momoko was convenient.&nbsp; She provided him with an elegant lifestyle and entree to the highest Hollywood social circles, while he lent her massive wealth a glamor it otherwise would have lacked.&nbsp; Leaving him largely free to pursue his craft, she asked relatively little of him: companionship at dinner and the occasional public appearance, and a regular turn in bed.&nbsp; Momoko was a strikingly beautiful woman for her age and an accomplished lover, with large appetites and varied tastes.&nbsp; James, a man of equally large appetites and even more varied tastes, enjoyed intimacy with her and loved her in his fashion.&nbsp; For the desires of his that she could not or would not fulfill, she allowed him to discreetly seek satisfaction elsewhere--not difficult in the circles in which they traveled.&nbsp; While legally Princess's stepfather, James had not been asked or expected to become a surrogate father. The girl was attended to, and shamelessly indulged, by her mother and a nanny.&nbsp; Relations between Princess and James were chilly, but since their paths crossed infrequently it didn't matter much. <br><br>What had been, for James, a comfortable arrangement had come suddenly undone three years before.&nbsp; As he was driving home with Momoko after a charity event on a rainy night, a truck had fishtailed in front of them.&nbsp; James had no chance to avoid a crash, and their car was crushed in the collision.&nbsp; Momoko suffered massive internal injuries, from which she died two days later.&nbsp; James required surgery, which left him with a foot-long scar on the side of his abdomen, but was otherwise unhurt.&nbsp; While she lay dying, Momoko had asked James's assurance that he would look after Princess until she reached majority, and he had assured her he would.&nbsp; Momoko and her lawyer then revised her will to permit James to remain in the house until Princess turned eighteen, provided he become her legal guardian.&nbsp; He would receive a large monthly stipend plus a $1 million payment when she came of age, when Princess was to receive the remainder of Momoko's estate.&nbsp; Distraught by his role in the crash and unable to support the lifestyle he was accustomed to on his earnings from acting alone, James agreed to the terms.<br><br>His new charge had been a handful from the start.&nbsp; Princess was a sweet-natured girl, but accustomed to being indulged and having things her way.&nbsp; James had found it easier to go along with it, largely giving her what she wanted rather than attempting to impose his authority and set new limits.&nbsp; He would only have to put up with this a few years longer, he had assured himself.&nbsp; But matters had deteriorated as Princess passed through puberty.&nbsp; Her requests were more numerous and more outlandish and sounded more like demands.&nbsp; Worse still, she treated him with a disrespect that bordered on contempt. He&nbsp; resented it.&nbsp; He was near his wit's end and was determined that things were going to change.<br><br>He stepped out of his office and walked down the hall in the direction of her voice.&nbsp; Standing at the top of the stairs, he saw her at the bottom.&nbsp; As always, he was struck by how much she resembled her mother, with her compact, busty build and big brown eyes.&nbsp; The almost uncanny resemblance had become stronger as the girl matured.&nbsp; "Yes, Princess?" he said as evenly as he could manage, "What is it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daddy's Little Princess [Otachii &amp; Daddy Takes]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pastel Kitkat</strong> on <strong>16-01-2011, 19:22:13</strong>
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				Upon sight of the man she had been forced to accept into her life and, in turn her home, a rumbling sounded in the back of her mind. It was a feral growl, a snarl of rage really that always came to life when he stood before her. Yes, she disliked the man she called her guardian, but her disdain ran far deeper then just some teenage faze of rebellion and bitterness. Her chestnut eyes were lumps of ice as they stared up at him, their wide shape diminished as she almost seemed to glare at him. But that was just the look she always gave him. Her porcelain face stony, she glanced away, focusing instead on the tips of her long fingers where finely manicured, trendy blue nails lay. <br><br>“I need the credit card, I have some shopping I need to do.” She replied in a very matter-of-fact tone as she flicked her long middle nail into her thumb nail in a bored fashion. Her words did not sound like a request for him to give her what she wanted, indeed, Princess expected him to simply hand it over. The repeated click of her nails seemed to mock him, as if snapping at him in demanding impatience. Her demeanor was loose, casual; with her free hand encompassing one wide hip that jutted against the side of a skirt so little it was a wonder she hadn't been expelled from school for the alteration. But she was Princess Coviello, no one told her what she could and could not do. <br><br>It didn't matter if he was her guardian and, no matter how far his acting took him, in that house and, to Princess, he'd always be nothing. Little more then a means to an end she'd be quite pleased to get rid of. “Oh, and I'm taking the Jaguar.” She added as an afterthought. Princess only had her permit, she'd failed her driving test three times for various reasons, reasons she chalked down to the fact that she was always given female instructors that where <em>“old hags and just jealous”</em> of her. It seemed strange that a young girl could be so cute and yet so frigid in the same breath. Though her looks were youthful, her style juvenile as her hair was twisted into those pig-tailed buns at the back of her head, no one could ever deny the cold woman Princess had become. In attitude and, most noticeably, in body. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daddy's Little Princess [Otachii &amp; Daddy Takes]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daddy Takes</strong> on <strong>16-01-2011, 21:03:31</strong>
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				James listened to her quietly, as he usually did, but this time he folded his arms in front of him, pursed his lips, and narrowed his slate-blue eyes in disapproval.&nbsp; "You may have the credit card, Princess," he said as he descended the stairs.&nbsp; "But you may not have the Jaguar, not until you have a license.&nbsp; Perhaps Maria can take you, if she's not doing something else.&nbsp; Or you can take a cab."&nbsp; Maria was Princess's long-time nanny, now reduced mainly to the status of her errand-runner and chauffeur.<br><br>He stood on the bottom stair of the steps, facing her.&nbsp; The girl's hostility was palpable, etched in her expression and body language.&nbsp; "Let's get something straight between us," he began, quietly, but in a tone that indicated he meant business.&nbsp; "I am tired of being spoken to as if I were your servant.&nbsp; Like it or not, I am in charge of your life and responsible for your behavior for two more years.. Any money that you get, has to come through me.&nbsp; Any privileges you have, have to be granted by me.&nbsp; You don't have to like me, but you will have to start respecting me, or pretending to.&nbsp; Or I will start making your life much less pleasant.&nbsp; Things are going to be different around here, starting now."<br><br>His eyes riveted on hers, he went on. "Now, I am going to be away for an audition until tomorrow afternoon.&nbsp; You may have a couple friends ove tonight if you like, but no more than three.&nbsp; Maria will be here to look after the house."<br><br>He reached for his wallet, opened it, and retrieved her credit card.&nbsp; Presenting it to her, he said, with just a trace of sarcasm, "Here.&nbsp; Enjoy your shopping."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daddy's Little Princess [Otachii &amp; Daddy Takes]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pastel Kitkat</strong> on <strong>17-01-2011, 06:27:59</strong>
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				Princess didn't immediately catch the imposing stance her stepfather took when he began to descend the stairs toward her, only when he spoke did those big beautiful brown eyes turn his way. Their dark depths flared with a heated life not usually shown when she looked at James and&nbsp; her pale face steadily grew a dull shade of pink. Those lovely rounded eyes squinted into slants of hatred and, surely if looks could kill, her stepfather would have been struck dead then and there. Both hands fell to her sides and Princess stood rigidly at the bottom of the stairs glaring ruefully at the man, her eyes squiting further with every word he spoke until they wee practically closed. She was seething, though she said nothing, her lips tightly pursed, the redness in her face made it seem as if she would burst if she didn't scream soon. Who did he think he was speaking to her like that? <br><br>Though some of his words rang true, that fact only furthering Princess's blinding anger, how dare he be so smug about it. It was her money he held power over, not his own but hers. Who was he to refuse her the things that money had bought? Who was he to have authority when he was living on her dime? Princess was so furious she could have spit on the man, could have struck him and, for a brief moment, the twitch in her hand suggested that she intended to. But, almost as suddenly as anger had filled her it seemed to diminish, like air being let out of a balloon. <br><br>Her eyes widened in their natural way and her arms loosened enough to let her small fingers go up and sweep her long bangs from her vision. Her shoulders shrugged with an odd sort of indifference before her hand extended and crisply snatched the credit card from James's grasp. “Whatever.” Her voice rang out surprisingly sweet and breezy, she even cracked a small, albeit, obviously forced smile for her stepfather. Then, perhaps most surprisingly of all, Princess moved forward briskly, curling up a leg behind her and pushing onto her toes to bring herself against her stepfather. Her full breasts pressed against his chest, the pliable globes forming along his hard slate of muscle as she pressed into him. <br><br>Chastely, she formed a firm kiss against his mouth; nothing intimate or erotic, but rather daughterly. “Thank you Daddy! I appreciate it <em>so</em> much!” She said as she pulled away in an innocent, clearly mocking manner. Taming Princess would be no easy feat. She turned her back on him swiftly with a twitch of her curved hips that made her skirt sway as she stomped away from him. “Maria!” She screamed out, heading straight for the garage, swearing all the way that things would not go the way James wanted. She'd make him pay for speaking to her like that, for thinking he had any sort of control over her. She just had to be patient. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daddy's Little Princess [Otachii &amp; Daddy Takes]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daddy Takes</strong> on <strong>17-01-2011, 17:17:35</strong>
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				James watched calmly as Princess turned from him and stormed away.&nbsp; Ascending the stairs afterward, he chuckled quietly.&nbsp; &nbsp;By now he knew all of her tricks.&nbsp; If imperious and entitled didn't get her what she wanted, she shifted to sweet and charming; if that failed, she might sulk and pout.&nbsp; When that didn't do the trick, she could be ruthlessly devious and Machiavellian.&nbsp; She was at heart a little girl, a creature who wanted what she wanted, when she wanted it, from whomever she wanted it.&nbsp; "No" was not something she was accustomed to hearing.&nbsp; &nbsp;She had been indulged in virtually her every whim her entire life, and now that she was becoming a woman she had more tools with which to get her way.<br><br>That was going to change.&nbsp; James had thrown down a marker, made his point.&nbsp; Perhaps he had won this skirmish.&nbsp; But he knew Princess:&nbsp; this was going to be a battle of wills fought on many fronts over a long period.<br><br>He reached the second floor of the house and turned right.&nbsp; The floor was divided into three sections: a suite of rooms occupied by James on the right wing, another suite occupied by Princess on the opposite wing, and guest bedrooms and a large sitting room and library in the middle.&nbsp; On reaching his bedroom, he packed for his audition the next morning.&nbsp; His career had had its ups and downs since his marriage to Momoko six years before--lately, more downs than ups. Too old to be a "fresh new face" and too young and uncredited to be a "seasoned mature performer," James had seen his work calls dwindle.&nbsp; Perversely, Momoko's highly publicized death had put his name in the news and given his career a momentary boost.&nbsp; But that was three years earlier.&nbsp; The tabloids and the paparazzi had moved on to fresh scandals.&nbsp; He was old news, picking up minor parts in second-rate movies and voiceovers for everything from National Geographic specials to potato chips commercials.&nbsp; With a voice like his, he could live quite comfortably on such work for the rest of his life, his agent assured him.&nbsp; But James relished the spotlight.&nbsp; The part for which he was auditioning, an older male lead to this year's "it" ingenue, might just be the restart his career needed.&nbsp; <br><br>Stuck in traffic on the way to the airport that evening, James mentally replayed his earlier encounter with Princess.&nbsp; When she had kissed him and plastered herself against him, it called to mind her mother and struck an erotic spark, even though her intent had been to mock him.&nbsp; Momoko had been a model before her first marriage, and one of James's prized possessions was a portfolio of photographs of her in her teens and twenties that Momoko had given him on their wedding day.&nbsp; Watching Princess bloom into womanhood during puberty had been eerily like watching Momoko come back to life as the young woman he had never known.&nbsp; The shape of Princess's face, the languid eyes, the curl of her lips, the compact, curvy frame...identical to those of her mother at a comparable age....<br><br>The ring of James's cell phone cut short his daydream.&nbsp; It was his agent: the director's schedule had changed and the audition had been postponed two days.&nbsp; "Damn it," James muttered afterward, turning his car around and heading back home.&nbsp; But it was only 9:00; he would be home by 10:00, and the night would still be young.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daddy's Little Princess [Otachii &amp; Daddy Takes]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pastel Kitkat</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 02:39:21</strong>
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				The remainder of Princess's days was spent on both self-indulgence and, the concoction of a most diabolical scheme, at least as far as teenage mischief went. It had started in the car; Princess had indeed taken the Jaguar and even though it was plain to see that poor Maria was very uncomfortable behind the wheel of such an expensive piece of machinery, Princess's mind couldn't be bothered with that. The wheels were spinning in her head as her arms lay crossed stubbornly beneath her expansive bosom, her thick lips fixated into a thoughtful pout. How could she make James pay? Then suddenly it hit her, she had let out a squeal of excitement that made Maria swerve, narrowly missing side sweeping the minivan that occupied the lane beside her. “¡Ay Dios mio!” <br><br>The aging nanny proclaimed to the heavens, performing the sign of the cross before she cast her eyes on Princess who was on her cell phone. “Hey, I need you to come over tonight at like, eightish and bring your equipment... I don't care cancel it... I'll pay you double what they're paying you... Just come! Oh and bring as many people as you can.” Princess commanded the person on the other end of the phone harshly before sliding the phone shut to cut off any further protest. Sliding her keyboard up she back to began to tap away at the keys with her thumbs. “Maria, watch the road.” She said quietly, not looking up and, the woman promptly looked away, shaking her head. <br><br>In that moment Maria had feared the worst, but hoped for the best. In the end the worst one. That night, at around 8PM, teenagers and college kids alike packed themselves into cars and headed for what was promised to be the most raging party anyone had ever seen, one that would last all night and continue into the day. Within the hour the entirety of Princess's estate was covered in drunken delinquents. Cars were everywhere, parked on the pathway that led up from the gate to the wide driveway in front of the home and, even on the finely kept lawn, carelessly tearing up the grass. People ran through the hedges in a drunken daze, laying ruin to the expensive, beautiful landscaping with their clumsy feet and distracted bodies. <br><br>But the destruction on the outside was nothing compared to the depravity going on on the inside. Upon entering the house would be like entering the packed dance floor of a club. Bodies were everywhere, the only lights to lead you along being those of the strobe lights that lined the perimeter and the lasers that bounced off the high chandelier in the middle of the hall. At the tops of the stairs there was a DJ stand set up, where a gruff young man with short blond dreadlocks controlled the hard thumping music blasting from the large speakers set up beside him and at the front and back of the hall. The house pulsed with the bass that made the chandelier jingle ominously but the thrashing bodies bellow gave no notice. Moved by the beats, kids young and old bounced around. <br><br>Some ground on each other, some moshed around by themselves while others were on their hands and knees vomiting or just wrapped around one another in heated embraces. Cans of peer and big plastic red cups littered the floor, empty kegs forgotten as they lay stacked against the walls. All was utter chaos; it seemed every person from the age of 16 to 25 was packed into that little hall or spilled out onto that vast lawn, but Princess was no where to be found in the bunch. That was because rather then partake in the festivities she had set up for her “friends” below, Princess was too busy indulging herself in an attractive college sophomore she had met through her talented DJ. Locked away up in her room, Princess lay on her bed with the boy, arms and legs wrapped firmly around him as his hands explored her body. She groaned into his mouth, the sound muffled by his tongue as he gyrated slowly against her, allowing her to feel his tension-filled lower body through the confining fabric of his jeans. <br><br>Her small leather skirt was up around those hips it hugged so snugly, exposing the satin hot pink thong she wore beneath. The tiny piece of fabric matched perfectly the lovely little bra that hugged her breasts, pressing the large globes that were trapped beneath the man's chest together deliciously under the long sleeved fishnet top that did very little to hide them. Whatever destruction was going on downstairs mattered very little to Princess; her mind clouded in a tipsy sort of daze, she was only concerned with the feel of her male companion... whose name she couldn't quite remember.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daddy's Little Princess [Otachii &amp; Daddy Takes]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daddy Takes</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 05:04:15</strong>
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				<em>It's the home stretch, just a few more minutes</em>, James thought as he guided his car back to the house.&nbsp; He'd get home, maybe call that cute barmaid with a screenplay to pitch who had comped his drinks and given him her number, and try to put a good ending on what had been a trying day.<br><br>Halfway up the driveway to the mansion, he could tell something was amiss.&nbsp; "What the fuck?" he growled on seeing cars lining both sides of the driveway for hundreds of yards on each side.&nbsp; Arriving at the circular drive in front of the main entrance, there were clutches of teens and twenty-somethings in various stages of intoxication and undress scattered about, while the lawn, expensive tree and shrub plantings, and pieces of art had been trashed.&nbsp; The low-end throb of dance music blared from the house, practically smacking James in the chest as he entered, while strobe lights and lasers on writhing masses of dancers gave the first floor of the house a surreal air.&nbsp; Beer cans and wine and liquor bottles lay strewn about, while the pungent smell of weed hung in the air.<br><br><em>That little bitch--wait till I get my hands on her!</em> he thought, racing to the DJ platform, his face twisted with rage.&nbsp; Jerking the DJ's headphones off his head, he ranted at the confused-looking dreadlocked man, "This party is over <strong>NOW</strong>! Shut it down or I'll call the cops."&nbsp; When the DJ resisted, James snatched his mic and snarled into it, "Party's over.&nbsp; Everyone out<strong> NOW</strong>! This instant!"&nbsp; Then he looked about for the DJ's power supply and, finding it, unplugged as many cables as he could grab.<br>&nbsp;<br><em>Where is she? I'm gonna kill her.</em>&nbsp; Recognizing one of Princess's school friends who had been at the house before, he dashed over to her and demanded, "Where's Princess?&nbsp; Damn it, where is she?"&nbsp; She shrugged and stammered boozily, "Uh...uh...I think she's upstairs with some guy, I'm not sure," whereupon James strode up the stairs and stomped toward Princess's end of the second floor, fists clenched.&nbsp; Ordinarily he almost never entered her suite, but this was no ordinary time.<br><br>The door to Princess's bedroom was closed but not locked, and James barged in without knocking.&nbsp; He found his stepdaughter on her bed, engaged in mutual gropage with an older boy he had never seen.&nbsp; He roughly pulled her stunned suitor off her by the shoulders, sending him off the bed and onto the floor, snarling "If you're not out of here in five seconds I'm cutting your dick off." The boy scrambled for the door and James followed, closing and locking it behind him.&nbsp; Princess barely had an opportunity to cover up herself.&nbsp; Gulping breaths, his nostrils flaring and his heart thudding from anger and exertion, James turned to her and glared.&nbsp; His hands on his hips, his body blocking her only exit, he said through clenched teeth, "You just made the biggest mistake of your life, young lady."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daddy's Little Princess [Otachii &amp; Daddy Takes]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pastel Kitkat</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 21:44:45</strong>
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				Princess's head was swimming with the influence of booze and drugs and maybe even the ministrations of her male companion. In her state, she couldn't really tell if she liked the way he moved, though her body responded approvingly. She could feel the warmth in her belly, the tingle under her skin and the tightness of breasts that signaled her enjoyment but, her mind was so far gone she felt detached from the situation. She wasn't really there on that bed with that boy, maybe she was surrounded by her friends down at the party dancing the night away, Princess just didn't know. Normally she wouldn't have taken a boy up to her room, Princess being the little snob that she was, it was a rare occasion that a male was blessed by the feel of her lips and body. But that night was different, her rebellious streak on a roll, Princess seemed up for anything that might potentially get her into trouble. <br><br>But Princess wasn't thinking about how mad her stepfather would be when he got home from his trip and found the house in ruins, she wasn't really thinking about anything. So when James came bursting through her bedroom door, drawing the guy's attention away from Princess, the young woman was momentarily baffled. Her make-out buddy twisted around on top of her, his handsome features fixed in a dumb look as he pulled his hands from beneath Princess's netted top. “Uh-wha-” He began to stammer as James pulled him off of his conquest for the night and sent him to the floor. The drunken young man fell easily, too bewildered to put up a fight or offer any real objections. <br><br>“Fucking crazy man.” He grumbled as he stumbled out of the room, and all the while, Princess just watched with a highly amused expression. She remained laid out on her bed, her hair a tossed mess on her pretty head that rose to offer her stepfather a vague stare. Her skirt was still hiked up around her hips to expose her panties that, when closely observed, were noticeably damp due to her early excitement. Though she still wore her shirt, the fishnet material did little to hide anything from her stepfather's eyes as it clung to her bra-clad bosom and hung fashionably from her shoulders as it defined those buoyant globes. When James spoke, Princess's lips curled into a positively goofy little smile as giggles erupted from her throat. The young girl was clearly heavily intoxicated. <br><br>“Ooooh.” She whistled out mockingly, pushing herself up with her elbows into a sitting position, simpering stupidly the entire time. “So scary, daddy's gonna punish me.” She cackled out as she fell onto her side and twisted onto her stomach to crawl clumsily up her bed. She didn't care that the movement exposed the entirety of her sweetly shaped backside, seeming to further poke fun at her stepfather, or how much angrier her was probably getting. Princess just kept right on laughing at him as she plopped down with her face in her pillow. “You're a joke James.” <br><br>Her giggling voice was muffled by her pillow, but her words were clear. She curled a leg to bring up her bare foot and wiggle her manicured toes at him, lightly twitching her foot as if to shoo him away. “Get out of my room, you're vibe is so hostile.” She sighed, snuggling her face into her fluffy baby blue pillow. Not so surprisingly, Princess had a very girly room with periwinkle painted walls and a fuzzy white carpet that felt wonderful beneath bare feet. Her furniture was white as well; her princess bed with it's sheer pink curtains draping from the canopy to wrap around the posts, the desk that held her computer off in the corner, the night stands where her lamps with their pretty blue shades and the shelves that decorated the walls housing Princess's collection of the Japanese china dolls her mother had loved to buy for her. <br><br>It seemed the room hadn't changed much over the years, much little Princess herself. In fact it seemed to symbolize the young girl's inability, or perhaps unwillingness, to grow up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daddy's Little Princess [Otachii &amp; Daddy Takes]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daddy Takes</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 23:09:12</strong>
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				James was as angry as he had ever been when he barged into Princess's room, but still holding on to a thread of self-control.&nbsp; Her drunken taunting broke the thread.&nbsp; On hearing her dismissive <em>“You're a joke James”</em> he clenched his teeth and his eyes flashed anger, and something snapped inside when she ordered him from her room.<br><br>"You pathetic, selfish little child!" he spat out, his voice dripping with disgust. "I'm glad your mother isn't here to see this."&nbsp; With that, he stepped to the pink-curtained bed, snatched her off the mattress and, sitting on the edge of the bed, put her over his knee.&nbsp; In her stupor she reacted slowly, and by the time she could protest his left arm had wrapped around her waist, securing her in his lap.&nbsp; He flipped up her skirt and jerked down her thong, leaving it gathered around her knees.&nbsp; The stain of her arousal was visible on the silk, and the faint musk of sex mingled with the scent of liquor and the pricey perfume she favored.<br><br>Her rounded asscheeks were upraised, presenting an inviting and hard-to-miss target.&nbsp; He brought his hand back and swung it down with all the force he could muster, grunting as the stinging blow landed.&nbsp; Another swat followed on the opposite cheek, then another, and another, in a steady, unrelenting rhythm.&nbsp; He felt her body lurch as the spanks fell and writhe against him in the pauses between them.&nbsp; It was cathartic, as if each rough swat represented long-deferred payback for the various slights and insults he had endured from her over the years.&nbsp; It was erotic too, as her body undulated against his groin and her full breasts mashed the side of his lap.&nbsp; Silent during the assault except for primal grunts and growls, he took elemental pleasure in the arch of her back as her body reacted to the spanking and quivering of her ravaged flesh at each contact with his palm.<br>&nbsp; <br>The blows kept falling; he lost track of how many there were or how long they lasted.&nbsp; Her ass became blotchy red and hot to the touch, the imprint of his hand visible on the outer parts of her crimsoned cheeks.&nbsp; His body surged, his heart pumping heated blood as he gulped deep breaths.&nbsp; By the time he stopped, his palm was stinging electrically, his forearm muscles were tired, and his face was sheened with sweat.<br><br>James had never spanked her before; in fact, he had seldom touched her in any way.&nbsp; He felt exhilarated, and his composure returned.&nbsp; He flipped her skirt back over her bottom, leaving the gathered thong in its place.<br><br>Finally he spoke.&nbsp; "If you'd like to avoid a repetition of this 'hostile vibe,' Princess," he said sarcastically, "then I suggest you stop lying to me and start listening to me, and begin to behave like an adult instead of a spoiled child." He put her off his lap and onto the bed. "Now get up.&nbsp; And change your shirt.&nbsp; You look like a whore."&nbsp; He stood and, spotting her cell phone on the nightstand, put it into his pocket.&nbsp; "I'm confiscating this.&nbsp; You may have it back after you apologize for the mayhem you've caused."<br><br>He then left her room, closing the door behind him without looking back, and went downstairs to survey the wreckage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daddy's Little Princess [Otachii &amp; Daddy Takes]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pastel Kitkat</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 22:51:11</strong>
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				When James begin to yell at her Princess found that his voice was strangely far away. She didn't quite make out what he said, her ears were ringing too loudly and her head was spinning. She had definitely had too much to drink, or perhaps too much to smoke. She hadn't been keeping tack of either. When her stepfather strode over and snatched her from her bed, it didn't even register to Princess until she was laying across his lap and trapped under his arm. She was a rag doll, easily going where he pulled her and unresponsive to his ministrations until it was too late. <br><br>“What are-” She trailed off, feeling dizzy and confused, she didn't even realize her panties were down and her skirt was up until he began to hit her. The first slap made her cry out sharply as she jerked forward, her arms extending out in front of her toward the floor for fear that she would face-plant into her rug but he kept her supported. He hit her again and again and each time Princess let out something of a squeal, doing her best to struggle on his lap and free herself from his grasp. “Cut it out!” She wailed, her already glossy eyes watering with the pain as her pale skin turned an ugly red. <br><br>“Let me go you sick bastard!” She screamed out, trying to slap and kick him, but the way he held her and her intoxicated state made it impossible. It lasted forever, at least to Princess it did. She wasn't sure how many times he had hit her, but by the time he was done, the skin of her backside burned and her voice was horse from screaming at him. Princess was in shock, no one had ever hit her, no one had ever even threatened to. When he spoke and pushed her back onto her bed Princess wasn't really listening to him, she couldn't hear him. <br><br>Her ears were ringing much louder before, her cheeks a blotchy red, streaked white with tears she couldn't feel falling. She stared at him in bewilderment, not fully understanding what had just happened; she was stunned. He took her phone and turned his back on her, making the young woman purse her lips, holding in a whimper of frustration. She reached to her side as she swung up on her knees, wrenching one of her maps from the nightstand and sent it flying to hit her bedroom door mere seconds after James had made his exit. “Go fuck yourself you filthy old man!” She raged at where his visage had just been. <br><br>She had the mind to get up, chase after him and claw his eyes out with her nails. But when Princess tried to get up she felt herself falling right back down. Her head was spinning worse then before and she felt sick to her stomach. She lay across her bed, groaning from the nausea in her stomach, the haze in her head and the pain in her backside and after a few short seconds finally passed out in her clothes, her panties still down around her knees. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daddy's Little Princess [Otachii &amp; Daddy Takes]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daddy Takes</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 00:21:35</strong>
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				Leaving Princess's bedroom and turning down the hall, James heard the thud of an object against the other side of the wall and her muffled final imprecation.&nbsp; <em>“Go fuck yourself you filthy old man!”</em>&nbsp; Although he disliked feeling out of control about anything, he had utterly no remorse about the spanking.&nbsp; Once again, he had made his point--and, he hoped, effectively, if perhaps not in the way he had originally intended.&nbsp; If her reddened and burning bottom wasn't a sufficient reminder of her misdeeds, the absence of her confiscated phone would be.&nbsp; The device was as necessary to her existence as oxygen.<br><br>Descending the stairs, he took stock of the damage.&nbsp; The revelers had mostly left, although the DJ was still packing up his gear, a gaggle of stoners slumped glassy-eyed on a sofa, and the same young man who had been atop Princess was now groping a new conquest in a nook in the foyer.&nbsp; James shooed them all along.&nbsp; Maria had arrived and looked to be in a state of shock.&nbsp; Rushing to him, she jabbered in excited Spanglish that she had been away running an errand and knew nothing about any of this; he assumed Princess had assigned her the task to get her out of the way.&nbsp; He assured her that this wasn't her fault and calmly told her that he had taken Princess's phone as punishment, neglecting to mention the other part of it.&nbsp; No doubt she would find out from Princess herself.<br><br>Leaving the assessment of the party-trashed grounds to the mansion's caretaker, James climbed the stairs and headed to his suite.&nbsp; Princess's phone buzzed notification of a text from "Zbone," who said "killin party till king james got home, gurl!"&nbsp; "King James," he chuckled.&nbsp; It had been a long, strange day.<br><br>Once in his bedroom, James leafed through the album of photographs of Momoko as a girl, again reminding himself of the eerie resemblance between his devoted late wife and his ungovernable stepdaughter.&nbsp; <em>How can two people who look so much alike be so completely different?</em> he wondered.&nbsp; He took the question to bed with him, preparing himself for what was sure to be another confrontation with Princess the next day.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daddy's Little Princess [Otachii &amp; Daddy Takes]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pastel Kitkat</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 04:54:33</strong>
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				That night, Princess's sleep was dreamless. Indeed, though she slept well into the early afternoon as she normally did on a weekend, it felt to her like she had gotten very little slumber. When her eyes fluttered open Princess found the dizziness from the previous night still present in her mind, along with a dull and aching throbbing. She groaned sleepy, lifting her head to look quizzically around her room, her pretty face twisted in agony. She had such a headache, and more-over, she was very confused. What had happened last night? <br><br>Princess remembered very little of the party and only vaguely remembered leaving it to attend to carnal needs in her bedroom with a boy she didn't know. She sat up slowly, cradling her head as she went and curling her knees up under her. That was when she spotted it; her thong tangled up in her ankles. Princess's heart clenched and she snatched at the flimsy hot pink material in a panic. She shuffled around her bed, doing a quick survey that made her head spin. Her blanket was a jumbled mess from being slept on and when she stumbled off the bed and pulled it away to reveal the sheets she saw no blood. <br><br>Clutching her underwear in one hand and massaging her temple with the other the young girl tried desperately to grasp at the bits and pieces of her memory and puzzle them together. “Oh God, please tell me I didn't.” She mumbled. She hadn't actually lost her virginity to a stranger... had she? But no, she couldn't have, there was no blood and she felt no ache or soreness in her lady parts. Except... Princess put a hand to her backside which did indeed feel quite sore. <br><br>She tripped over her own feet as she made her way to her vanity and, ignoring how horrible she looked with her hair a mess and her make-up all over her eyes, turned around to face her back to the mirror and lifted up her skirt. She turned her head to look, finding the left side of her rear end marred by a very nasty looking bruise. “What the...” Where the hell had that come from? The last thing Princess remembered was going up to her room with that boy, had he done that to her bottom? Readjusting her skirt and turning around in her mirror Princess frowned at her reflection, running her fingers through her hair to try and tame it. <br><br>Then she remembered something. James. She looked toward her bedroom door where, on the floor in front of it, lay the shattered remains and shade of one of her lamps. That was right. James had come home early, had barged into her room to yell at her and found her with her companion. But the rest was fuzzy. She remembered him throwing the boy out and yelling, her laughing and him yelling some more and then... A vision of her bent over his knees with her skirt up flashed in Princess mind and her eyes clamped shut as her head shook, banishing the memory. <br><br>Her cheeks flared a violent unnatural red. “That motherfucker.” She fumed, tossing her panties at her mirror as she paced in front of her mirror, her heart hammering in her chest. “That sick, dirty... Oh my God, ew!” Princess exclaimed, flailing her hands in disgust. Her head began to spin again and Princess felt something lurch in her stomach, sending her stumbling for the large, lavish bathroom that was attached to her room. Emptying her stomach of fowl liquid, Princess made her way to her sink to wash out her mouth before popping some of the Advil she had in the medicine cabinet. <br><br>She stared into the mirror for a long time, her eyes lined in and ugly smudge of mascara and her face still inflamed. “If he thinks he's getting away with this...” She trailed off, practically growling at her reflection before she squealed in frustration. She'd kill him, she'd FUCKING KILL HIM! But first thing was first, she had to shower. Twenty minutes was all it took and, for Princess, that was certainly saying something. <br><br>Usually it took her maybe more then an hour to get ready, but that morning it was only twenty minutes before she went storming out of her room on a mission. Her hair was still wet and she wore no make-up, but for a girl like Princess make-up was not only not necessary, but practically sinful. Her face held that sort of simplistic beauty that make-up did nothing for and that seemed all the more radiant in her rage. Her clothes consisted of an uncharacteristically simple pair of dark wash skinny jeans that accentuated the young curves of her legs, thighs and hips and a red spaghetti strap tank top that squeezed her scrumptious bosom, barely holding the bouncy globes inside. “James!” She shrieked, practically stampeding through the upstairs hallway, her white flip flops clacking loudly. <br><br>“Where are you, you sick son of a bitch!” She yelled, storming into every room in his suite in her pursuit of him; Princess was on a mission and her mission was to have James's blood on her hands and skin under her nails. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daddy's Little Princess [Otachii &amp; Daddy Takes]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daddy Takes</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 05:43:41</strong>
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				James had awakened early that day, as was his habit, and was in his office when Princess came barging down the hall and into his suite.&nbsp; It was unusual for her to come into his part of the house--she expected him, like everyone else in the world, to come to her.&nbsp; But from the sound of her voice she was on the warpath, just as he had expected.<br><br>"There's no need to shout, Princess, I'm here in the office," he called as stomped through his suite.&nbsp; He sat as his desk as she entered, rage evident in her expression and posture.&nbsp; "Good morning...." he checked his watch..."I mean, good afternoon, Princess," he said with exaggerated calmness.&nbsp; "Did you sleep well?"&nbsp; Without waiting for an answer, he continued.&nbsp; "You were a little drunk last night, and your little juvenile stunt caused....let's see...." he scanned through papers on his desk, "$18,300 in damages to the grounds and $23,000 in damages to the house.&nbsp; Not including cleaning fees or the repainting of the first floor, or whatever you owe the DJ, or the restocking of the liquor cabinet, or nearly causing poor Maria to have a coronary.&nbsp; Because you disobeyed my express instructions in throwing your little soiree, because you called me a "joke," and because of general bad behavior, I gave you a well-deserved spanking.&nbsp; And I confiscated your cell phone.&nbsp; You will not get it back until you apologize."<br><br>"But wait, there's more," he went on, obviously warming to the subject. "I am <strong>this</strong> close to canceling all your credit cards and store accounts, which I, as your legal guardian, am authorized to do.&nbsp; I don't think you want that.&nbsp; And don't try to line up your mother's lawyers on this one; they know you're a spoiled brat, too, and they have said they will back me."<br><br>He paused for the point to sink in, then rose from his chair to his feet.&nbsp; "I can make you a prisoner in your own mansion for the next two years if I so choose, Princess.&nbsp; I would rather not.&nbsp; But keep this up and I swear to you I will.&nbsp; So don't fuck with me.&nbsp; Understood?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daddy's Little Princess [Otachii &amp; Daddy Takes]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pastel Kitkat</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 00:49:13</strong>
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				Princess was so mad she could barely get her thoughts straight. She didn't know exactly what she'd do when she found her stepfather, she just knew she wanted to find him. What she really wanted to do was kill him and, even though she felt it was completely justified and she'd be full capable of doing it, Princess doubted it would come to that. Unless he tried to put his hands on her again. When she heard him call to her, his casual tone further spiking her rage, Princess entered the office with a firm push to the door that slammed it against the wall. She stormed into the room, staying well away from him as she glared her most fiery stare at him. <br><br>Her damp bangs stuck to her forehead, wet strands framing her face as they clung to her cheeks and hung down over the sides of her chest. She had no time to speak, when she entered the room he had already droned into his smug speech about how she was a bad girl and why she deserved to be punished and how he was going to straighten her out or some other such nonsense. Princess couldn't believe him, his high-and-mighty attitude made her want to slap him. Her stomach was twisting in knots, her anger crawling underneath her skin in the most uncomfortable of ways. She didn't understand this feeling, it was unlike an other she had ever had. It was so much more then rage or annoyance or even bitterness. It was something like helplessness yet it was so much more and despite herself, Princess felt tears welling in her eyes. <br><br>But she kept them at bay, fighting them back and keeping her beautiful face fixed in a defiant sort of rage so that she was still shooting daggers at her stepfather when he was done. “Shove it up your ass James.” She said slowly, her voice dripping venom. She clenched her fists so tightly at her sides that they trembled and, she could feel her long nails cutting into her palms. “Take the credit cards, take my cell phone, take everything and make my life hell if that's what'll make you feel like a man.” She went on, pursing her lips when they began to quake, her eyes shutting briefly in an attempt to suck her tears back in. <br><br>“But don't... don't you ever fucking put your hands on me.” Her voice shook as she spat the words and she felt tears trickling down her cheeks which she swiftly swiped away. “God, you're such a smug bastard! You talk about respect and fine, so I have none for you or anybody else but why should I <em>huh</em>?” She raged, drawing in ragged breaths that made her bosom heave. “You've never done anything to deserve my respect. So you're my guardian, so fucking what! You're not here because you care, you're just here for the money and you know it! Why the hell should I respect you for that?” <br><br>She swiped again at her red cheeks, ridding them of the wetness before her arms folded beneath her chest, lifting her breasts and hugging her torso as she turned from him with a quivering whimper. “Why couldn't you have just died instead of my mother? I hate you! I fucking hate you!” She screamed with a stomp of her foot for emphasis before she made a hasty exit through the door. She couldn't take it anymore, she couldn't even look at him. She despised him with every fiber of her being.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daddy's Little Princess [Otachii &amp; Daddy Takes]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daddy Takes</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 18:50:44</strong>
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				James sat at his desk, straight-backed and his jaw set, quietly listening as Princess flung invective at him.&nbsp; He had fully expected something like this, and was actually surprised when she held back from going after him physically. He could practically see the swirl of conflicting emotions that were warring within her: humiliation, frustration, shame, anger at him, anger at her dead mother, anger at life, helplessness--all amplified by the psyche of a sixteen-year-old girl who was unused to being denied anything. They were reflected in her facial expression, in her body language, in everything about her.&nbsp; The spanking and the threatened denial of privilege had called into question everything she had assumed to be the givens of her life. <br><br>In his own mix of emotions, empathy overrode anger.&nbsp; There was something pathetic and deeply sad about her outburst, despite the venom she directed at him.&nbsp; <em>She needs to vent, let her do it</em>, he told himself.&nbsp; There was no reasoning with her now--there was too much to sort through.&nbsp; Try to address one issue, and the others would well up and overtake it.&nbsp; Better to let things settle first.&nbsp; So James let her go on, largely impassive except for an occasional pursing of his lips or involuntary tightening of his hands into fists.&nbsp; His refusal to respond in kind seemed to inflame her rage even more.<br><br>The would discuss things later.&nbsp; The central fact of their relationship hadn't altered, for all the recent fury: he was her guardian, the temporary mediator between an overindulged child and the massive wealth that she would someday control.&nbsp; He had power, and even more than before he was determined to use it to change her--not for his convenience but for her own good.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daddy's Little Princess [Otachii &amp; Daddy Takes]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pastel Kitkat</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 06:53:24</strong>
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				That week in the Coviello estate was perhaps that quietest there had ever been. Not a peep came from Princess's suite; not her cries for Maria or her shouts at James, not the animated giggles of her invading girlfriends or even the blare of the poppy Japanese music she had inherited the ear for from her mother. In fact, it would seem to anyone who didn't know any better that the young woman had completely vacated the premises. But Princess was there, locked away in her room, silent and withdrawn in a most defeated way. She hadn't made any attempt to get her cell phone back from her stepfather, in fact, rather then confront and yell at him about anything and everything that was bothering her like she normally would, the young beauty seemed to be doing her best to avoid him. It wasn't hard in such a big house, especially when most of her time was spent at school. <br><br>But somehow the fact that they didn't have to see each other did nothing to help with the awkwardness. There was such an air of tension in the house that it was impossible to ignore and poor Maria was at her wits end. Princes had always relied heavily upon her, but the young woman had grown so needy and depressed that it not only broke the nanny's heart, it got on her very last nerve. James wasn't the only one who felt Princess had to grow up a little, at least enough to be able to talk-out her problems and not just cry to her about them. But Princess wasn't the only problem, both she and her stepfather were stubborn, that was why the woman had had to resort to devious tactics. It was a normal Friday night save for one detail; Princess was home which anyone who knew the young woman would find strange. <br><br>Like any normal teenage girl, the weekends were what Princess lived for. But, as her nanny would attest to, the funk the young woman was in made it hard for her to be enthusiastic about anything, even a night out with friends. But how could she enjoy anything with misery looming right over her shoulder in the form of, what to Princess, was the most spiteful man she had ever known? A soft sigh left her lips, her delicate cheek cradled in her hand as she stared with disinterest at the very large history book resting on the table beneath her chestnut eyes. Princess couldn't remember the last time she had done homework on a Friday night, though one couldn't really call sitting with the book and sulking over it studying. Maria had talked her into spending her time productively in the library but the change of scenery did nothing to change Princess's attitude. <br><br>Again she sighed and dropped her head on top of her book, letting her lustrous brown locks splay across the table. She was dressed in her pajamas; a simple pair of gray shorts that hovered just beneath the swell of her bottom, which still held the feint trace of a bruise from her stepfather's assault, an a black tank top with thick straps and a low-sweeping neckline that slid deliciously across her abundant cleavage. Maria had excused herself quite a while ago, claiming she had something to take care of and, Princess was eager for her to return. She wasn't quite done whining at her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daddy's Little Princess [Otachii &amp; Daddy Takes]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daddy Takes</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 16:32:51</strong>
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				"You've got to talk to her, Mr. James," Maria implored.&nbsp; "This can't go on, she's driving me loco."&nbsp; They were in the office in James's suite, and it wasn't the first time that week the nanny had tried to play peacemaker.&nbsp; James had hoped that Princess would come to him and at least feign remorse, if only to regain custody of her precious cell phone.&nbsp; But she hadn't, and James had been impressed with, and a little frustrated by, her stubbornness.<br><br>"Alright, I'll talk with her," he said.&nbsp; But where?&nbsp; Her wing of the mansion held too many associations with the spanking, while the walls of his suite were still ringing from her outburst of the previous week.&nbsp; "Would you tell her to meet me in the library, please, Maria?" he asked.&nbsp; "She's already there," she replied.&nbsp; James smiled.&nbsp; Maria was a sly one; Princess would never be in the library unless someone else put her there.<br><br>James got up from the desk and walked down the hall to the library.&nbsp; Clad in jeans and a cotton sweater and with a day's worth of stubble on his face, he was a less formal, imposing presence than usual.&nbsp; He entered the room and saw Princess sitting at a table, obviously sulking, with an open book in front of her that she certainly wasn't paying much attention to.&nbsp; By the time she was aware of his presence, he was already taking a seat across the table from her.&nbsp; Out of the corner of his eye, James caught a glimpse of Maria walking past the door to the library and peeking in.<br><br>"We need to talk," he began, resting his hands on the tabletop.&nbsp; "I promise not to lecture or threaten you if you promise not to yell at me.&nbsp; We both have things we need to get off our chest, and if we're going to coexist peacefully for the next two years we need to communicate better.&nbsp; We won't always agree, and we may never become close, but we have to learn to get along.&nbsp; I want that, and your mother would want that if she were here."&nbsp; He paused for a moment.<br><br>"So....what's on your mind, Princess?&nbsp; I'm listening."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daddy's Little Princess [Otachii &amp; Daddy Takes]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pastel Kitkat</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 05:36:20</strong>
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				Princess was becoming thoroughly annoyed; why was Maria taking so long? It wasn't like her nanny to keep her waiting. <em>'Maybe she hates me too.'</em>[/color] She thought with a despairing pout. Princess was aware she was just feeling sorry for herself and, how pathetic that was. But what else could she do? <br><br>There was no one else to feel sorry for her, the people around her only saw what they wanted to see; a spoiled little rich girl with an awful sense of entitlement. Nobody saw a young woman lost without a mother or father to guide and love her unconditionally, no one saw the girl whose “friends” only came around because of the cars or the pool or the limitless credit cards. No one saw that Princess had so much pain and loneliness stocked up beneath her rebellious teenage attitude because nobody gave a damn. Lost in her teenage-angst-ridded thoughts, Princess didn't hear the quiet creak of the door or pad of feet on the polished wooden floor as James entered the room. The light screech of the chair being pulled out drerw her attention up though, her expression momentarily hopeful and relived, thinking he was Maria. But seeing Jame seated there across the table from her made Princess's expression falter. <br><br>She sat up straight in her seat with a swift jerky sort of motion, her pale cheeks becoming a lively shade of dull red and her heart thumping hard against her ribcage as she averted her eyes away from him to the door. She saw Maria for a moment before the nanny ducked away quickly and Princess glared. Clearly there was nobody on her side. A deeper sense of hopelessness gripped Princess's heart and she felt tears stinging her eyes but she held them at bay. She didn't look at James while he spoke, she couldn't and, instead sat quietly with her hands tucked neatly in her lap, her legs curling up defensively and crossing on her chair. She didn't yell at him or cast him nasty looks, in fact, she seemed to be acting like he wasn't even there. <br><br>But the tint in her pretty face and the tension in her limbs made it clear she was well aware that he was occupying her space. She hated how mature he was being, how he had to go and use the “your mother would want this” card, it made Princess feel spiteful and, she found herself wanting to throw her history book at him. But she didn't. She stared off at the door in silence for a long while after he was done, her thick young lips pursed and white. She didn't want to talk to him, she didn't want to look at him, just being in his presence made her feel violated and ashamed. “I think...” <br><br>Princess finally began in a low, careful tone that was surprisingly not hostile. “That you weren't totally wrong in being angry at me for throwing the party.” Princess admitted stiffly, her hands twisting in her lap as she continued to stare at the door, her long bangs shielding her round brown eyes that, for once, weren't caked in make-up. “But I won't apologize for it because, no matter what I did you had no right to touch me.” She went on firmly before her fiery brown gaze finally turned his way. “And honestly, what the hell was that anyway huh James? Who spanks a sixteen year old girl? I don't care if you think I act like a child, that was so uncalled for and-and...” <br><br>Princess's arms wrapped around her torso, hugging just beneath her bosom as she looked away from him back to the door. “Disturbing.” She wasn't yelling or screaming or throwing a tantrum. Though her tone was a bit heated she kept her temper in check. “If I didn't know any better I would think it was pent-up sexual frustration coming out, not discipline.” She commented, clearly being ironic and a bit cheeky as she gave a dry sort of laugh. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daddy's Little Princess [Otachii &amp; Daddy Takes]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daddy Takes</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 07:13:05</strong>
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				James heard her out, propping up his chin with one hand and listening carefully.&nbsp; He was agreeably surprised that her first salvo in the conversation was devoid of outbursts, and he met her crack about sexual frustration with a chuckle of his own.&nbsp; He sat back in his chair and paused for a moment before replying.&nbsp; "I appreciate your acknowledging that you think my anger at you for throwing the party was justified," he began.&nbsp; "Thank you for that."&nbsp; That in itself was unusual, since he had rarely had occasion to thank his step-daughter for anything.<br><br>"As for the spanking, it was partly a reaction to your lying and disobedience, but more than that a reaction to the way you spoke to me in your room," he continued.&nbsp; "You were....." he searched for a non-accusatory word "...seriously impaired at the time and may not remember that part of it.&nbsp; If so, it's just as well.&nbsp; It wasn't something I planned to do; you provoked me seriously.&nbsp; And, say what you will about it, it does seem to have had a positive effect on your behavior afterward."<br><br>"You ask who spanks a 16-year-old girl," he continued in an arch tone, "I've never spanked anyone before who wasn't an adult, and didn't want to be spanked.&nbsp; So it was a first for me, too.&nbsp; But I assure you that, if I were sexually frustrated, I can think of better ways to relieve it than putting you over my knee!"&nbsp; He laughed, answering her tease in kind.&nbsp; "And I promise not to spank you again, unless you provoke me as badly as you did then--which would take some doing on your part.&nbsp; Or unless you want it."&nbsp; His eyes glinted after the last comment and he kept them riveted on her, alert to her reaction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daddy's Little Princess [Otachii &amp; Daddy Takes]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pastel Kitkat</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 05:27:51</strong>
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				It was one of the most bizarre things Princess had ever experienced, and it was just a civil conversation. Never in her life would she have imagined that she could be in the same room with her stepfather and not want to yell or throw something at him. It was very weird and Princess couldn't help but be a little uncomfortable about it. “You're welcome.” She replied, the awkwardness not only clear in her demeanor but obvious in her voice. Her eyes darted between him and the book in front of her, clearly unable to commit to staring at either. <br><br>But those brown irises locked hard on his face, dazzling with annoyance at his mention of how beneficial his abuse of her poor bottom had been. Though she was trying her best to be mature, if only to prove him wrong about her, Princess hated to think that her stepfather thought for even a moment that he'd had the upper hand on her. Her thick lips formed into a small pout and she seemed hard-pressed to revert back to bratty anger but, she faltered as he went on. Her thick lashes fanned over her eyes, lips parting as if to speak but she was clearly caught off guard by James's casual attitude. She felt her face going hot and knew she was turning bright red with embarrassment. Swiftly she looked away from him, hanging her head to attempt to hide her flustered face behind the shield of her long bangs. <br><br>He was just joking, he had to be and she knew that but, for whatever reason Princess just couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. “I never knew you were such a dirty old man James.” She commented with a forced little laugh, doing her best to keep to their breezy teases. Tucking her long brown hair behind an ear nervously, her head stayed bowed to stare at her hands in her lap. <em>'This is so weird, my heart is pounding so hard it hurts.'</em> Why was she so nervous? <br><br>“I'm sorry for disobeying you and throwing the party.” She said in a soft, more serious tone, her eyes carefully rising to find him staring at her and her rose her head to meet his eye with her pink tinged cheeks. “I won't do it again... without inviting you.” The corners of her tempting mouth turned, parting into a darling little grin that made her nose wrinkle impishly, it was her mother's smile. It felt strange to show it to her stepfather but, there was something oddly pleasant about it, something that made Princess's heart shudder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daddy's Little Princess [Otachii &amp; Daddy Takes]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daddy Takes</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 17:58:10</strong>
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				The conversation with Princess was a revelation to James, offering a glimpse of the uncertain, confused girl underneath her brash, entitled-to-everything public persona.&nbsp; She seemed soft, vulnerable, a little embarrassed.&nbsp; He tried to parse her expression as her face reddened, her lips pouted, and her eyes batted.&nbsp; She was her mother's daughter; Momoko had exhibited the same mannerisms when she was embarrassed--and, often, when she was aroused.&nbsp; He felt a pang of memories both distant and recent.<br><br>His mind flashed momentarily to the encounter in her bedroom and the desire that had intermingled with his anger as he had administered the spanking, the half-tingling half-numb feeling in his palm, the jut of his erection through his slacks as she wriggled and struggled against him, and the stain on her bunched-up satin panties.<br><br>Mentally he was halfway back there when Princess's remark shook him back to the moment.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>“I never knew you were such a dirty old man James.”</em>&nbsp; At that he chuckled and flushed slightly himself.&nbsp; He paused&nbsp; before replying.&nbsp; "There are many things you don't know about me, Princess.....And I'm sure there are many things I don't know about you."&nbsp; There was tension between them still, but tension of an entirely different sort than the barely concealed enmity that was the norm.<br><br>In that context, her apology for disobeying him seemed entirely genuine and heartfelt, and her teasing remark about not throwing another party without inviting him evoked a laugh.&nbsp; "I appreciate that," he rejoined with a sly smile.&nbsp; "And I might even come...as long as the DJ plays something other than that godawful rave stuff."&nbsp; Her unforced smile at the end of the exchange evoked such strong memories of her mother that it made him surge without quite knowing why.<br><br>"I accept your apology," he went on.&nbsp; "So you can have your phone back.&nbsp; Come with me and I'll get it."&nbsp; With that, he rose to his feet and started toward the door, catching a glimpse of Maria, who had been out of view in the hallway, listening the entire time. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daddy's Little Princess [Otachii &amp; Daddy Takes]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pastel Kitkat</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 22:24:08</strong>
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				It was true what he said; though they had known each other for many years neither really knew much about the other. They had previously been two beings that merely mingled in the same dwelling, passing each other by daily without really caring to notice each other. It was strange to think that she had lived so long with this man and had no idea where he truly was. Her mother had liked him though and, Princess imagined that in her own strange way she had loved him; why else would she have married him, her arm-candy? There had to be something good about him and, Princess thought she might have saw it in the way his lips curved when he laughed. His simper made her stomach flutter and, she found that she was most interested in her hands when he spoke to her. <br><br>Somehow she couldn't bear to look upon his admittedly handsome face when he spoke to her so lightheartedly. “My friend's don't like my music because they can't understand it.” Princess shrugged as her eyes met his briefly; she was not deeply into her Japanese heritage, not nearly as much as her mother had been, but then again she was only about a quarter Japanese. But even though Princess didn't share he mother's enthusiasm about everything and anything Japanese, she had listened well to her instructor that taught her the language to make her mother proud and, had inherited her mother's love for the poppy foreign music. “You'll have to discuss the music with all of them.” She gave a breezy sort of giggle and a swipe of her bangs from her big eyes. Princess seemed to perk up quite noticeably when he agreed to give her phone back. <br><br>Though she hadn't tried very hard to retrieve it from him, it was clear that the young girl had missed the electronic gadget. “Oh, uh, thanks.” Princess responded as she rose from her chair and moved to follow after him. A finger tucked itself into one of the legs of her shorts, tugging lightly at the fabric to pull it modestly over the curve of her rear end. She seemed to realize in that moment just how short and flimsy the gray bottoms were.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daddy's Little Princess [Otachii &amp; Daddy Takes]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daddy Takes</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 16:43:22</strong>
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				In another unusual turn of events in an evening that was full of them, James walked calmly down the hallway toward his suite with his stepdaughter by his side.&nbsp; If that had ever happened since her mother's death, he couldn't remember it.&nbsp; It was a trip he had made with Momoko hundreds of times when it was their suite, often eagerly and with with sex in the offing.&nbsp; Princess's presence evoked memories of Momoko's soft-eyed smile and the blush that always betrayed her need when she became his "little tigress."&nbsp; As they walked and talked casually, sideways glimpses of the round swell of the girl's bottom, barely concealed by the thin grey shorts, made him surge.<br><br>He led her into his office and opened the drawer where he kept her confiscated phone.&nbsp; "You have....143 new text messages.&nbsp; You're going to be a busy girl for a while," he laughed handing it to her.&nbsp; The same drawer contained the album of photographs of Momoko in her young womanhood that she had given him on their wedding day.&nbsp; "Oh, have you ever seen this?" he asked Princess.&nbsp; "You might find it interesting."&nbsp; He placed the book on his desk, opened it, and leafed slowly through the pages.&nbsp; There were dozens of images, some in black and white and some in color, some casual snapshots and others posed and obviously professional, most fully clothed but some in bathing suits and a few, studio images, in the nude.<br><br>"She was a beautiful woman," he said quietly afterward.&nbsp; "I miss her."&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daddy's Little Princess [Otachii &amp; Daddy Takes]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pastel Kitkat</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 18:18:06</strong>
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				The pad of Princess's sock-clad feet echoed quietly through the hall, matched in time by the thud of her stepfather's steps. Princess too could not recall a time she had ever headed toward his suite with the man, usually she was alone and stomping down the hall to yell at him for something or other. It was surreal and Princess found her gaze shifting repeatedly from ahead of her to her side as if to make sure her stepfather was really there. She thought she caught him look at her too, but she wrote it off and quietly kept her eyes straight. She entered the room slowly behind him, as if testing the waters. She didn't know why she felt so nervous and uncomfortable, she'd been in his office more then once before. <br><br>She looked around curiously though, as if seeing it for the first time, her eyes only finding him again when he pulled out her cell phone. She smiled at the sight of it and, headed toward him that made her pert bosom jiggle, clung to by the flimsy fabric of her tank top. “They're probably mostly from Randy looking for his money, he's the DJ you threw out.” Princess simpered as she accepted the phone and made as if to flip it open to check her messages. But she paused, spotting the album that she had indeed seen before and remembered quite well. She nodded slowly, staring intently as she placed her phone down on the desk and extended a hand to touch the side of the album as he turned the pages. <br><br>“My mom used to show this to me all the time when I was little.” She revealed quietly, a soft longing growing in the depths of her big brown eyes. “She'd tell me that one day I'd look like this, and be just as pretty as she was. Event though no one could be as pretty as her.” A sad little laugh quavered from her lips and Princess bowed her head over the album, letting her long brown hair veil across her cheeks and hide the tears she could see clouding her gaze. “So do I.” <br><br>She whispered, stopping on a photo of her mom that had always been her favorite. It didn't look to be professional, in fact it looked like a shot ruined by her mother's boisterous laughter. Her hair was down and wildly hung around her face, her pink sundress up around her knees and the straps down her shoulders as she lay sprawled in the grass. Her head was thrown back and her big eyes squinted shut with amusement. It was a silly picture really, but her mother looked so happy, happier then Princess had ever seen her in life and she treasured the image. A teardrop hit the photo, sliding along her mother's breast and Princess swiftly swiped the moisture away, afraid it would tarnish the image. <br><br>“I'm starting to think you like to see me cry.” She commented, her voice strained with tears, her forced laughter choked by them as she bowed her head away from the album and rubbed fitfully at her eyes. She hated to cry in front of people and it was the second time she'd cried in from of James. But no matter how hard she wiped she couldn't stop the tears from falling, nor her chest from heaving with gentle sobs. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daddy's Little Princess [Otachii &amp; Daddy Takes]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daddy Takes</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 21:33:59</strong>
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				The mood in James's office turned wistful and quiet as he and Princess looked over the leather-bound album, seeing Momoko at a stage of her life when neither of them had known her.&nbsp; James was far from a spiritual man, but he could swear felt an unearthly presence suffusing the room, warm and enveloping, somehow drawing him and his stepdaughter together.&nbsp; His senses seemed more keen and goosebumps rose on his arm, sending tiny prickles into his skin.<br><br>James saw the teardrop land and turned to Princess, leaving the album opened to the freshly stained page.&nbsp; His fingers went to her face and gently drew back her hair to expose her eyes, which were cloudy and welling over with tears.&nbsp; His own eyes softened and his mouth went slack and he cradled her face in his hands as the tears fell, his palms against her cheeks.<br><br>He said nothing, but she was right: he did like to see her cry, to see the vulnerable and insecure girl emerge from the her protective shell.&nbsp; As her tears rivuleted down her cheeks and onto her breasts, he lowered his hands from her face to her and wrapped his arms around her waist and drew her compact body against his tall, rangy one.&nbsp; He felt her chest against the plane of his stomach, rising and sinking from her breathing and sobs.&nbsp; His hands smoothed over her back in soothing touches that gradually, unthinkingly morphed into more probing ones along the small of her back and then drifted down her bottom.&nbsp; His eyes closed and memories flashed and swirled--of kissing Momoko and spanking Princess and fucking Momoko and embracing Princess and the girl in the album and the girl pressed against his now coiled and flushed body seemed to merge into one being.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daddy's Little Princess [Otachii &amp; Daddy Takes]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pastel Kitkat</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 05:03:13</strong>
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				Princess couldn't remember the last time she had cried over the loss of her mother. Most of the time she just pushed the loneliness down and hardened herself to the sadness. There were memories of the woman in every room of the house, soaked into the decorations and the woodwork but Princess always walked around with a numb mind unwilling to see. It wasn't that she was ashamed to cry for her mother, but the idea of having other people see her so exposed didn't sit well with the private young woman. She felt silly crying as hard as she was in front of James, even though she had every right to. She was just a girl after all, one that had lost both her parents and was essentially alone. <br><br>She had Maria, but someone hired to care for you just didn't measure up. James was there, but Princess had never even considered that her stepfather could help fill the void in her heart, she never imagined he wanted to. When he moved his hand to push her hair from her face Princess flinched a little bit, it was bad enough he was there to witness her cry, she didn't want him to see her tears. She was reluctant to look at him, even when his hands held her face she kept her eyes down, she didn't want to see the pity in his expression. Her cheeks were red and blotchy except where her tears streaked them white and her long bangs grazed them messily. She didn't resist when his hands drew down her back and pulled her in against him, though there were tension in his limbs. <br><br>It didn't take long though for her to relax against his form, her face burrowing into his chest to muffle her sobs. His arms were strong and his body was warm and, Princess felt oddly comforted by his embrace. Her arms lay curled between them, crushed between her bosom that pushed in so tightly against him and his upper torso so that her hands could fist his shirt. Though the tears still fell her sobs grew less violent, her back shaking softly when his hands slipped across it. His touches warmed her from the inside out, the heat rising oddly as his finger pressed into her flesh almost intimately. It made her tremble the way his digits dug down the her spine and she jolted when they met the tight bubbled curve of her rear end. <br><br>Her soft form molded perfectly against his rigid body as she seemed to press tighter against him, coaxed by the welcoming touch of his hand. She knew she should have been weary, there was something so inappropriate about what was happening. But it felt so good to be in her stepfather's arms and, Princess didn't want to leave that inviting heat.
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