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“Um… I…” 

As hard as I try, I just can’t think up a good excuse for why I’m here. 

Nothing he would believe anyway. “Ashley? Answer me!” 

I realize I have two directions I can go here. I can be the cowering daughter, giving into my stepdad’s authority, as hypocritical as that authority is. Or, I can take advantage of my newfound knowledge and change the dynamic between Alex and me. 

I give him a slight smile. “What am I doing?” “That’s what I asked,” he says, glaring at me. 

“I’m reading. And I’m really enjoying what I’m reading. As you can tell by what I was doing.” 

Alex stares at me with wide eyes, obviously shocked by my response. 

I continue, “I really think you’re a good writer, Daddy, and I especially like your subject matter.” 

I see his mind working, but he still doesn’t reply. 

“And 

you 

know what I really love, Daddy? I really love how you’ve taken things you and I have done together and put them in your stories. Like the time we stayed overnight in that motel on the way to cheer camp. Or the time I served you breakfast in bed. God, that story was so exciting. I almost 

came from just reading it.” 

He shakes his head. “No, I don’t do that.” 

I ignore him and say, “Are you going to write a new story? One about you coming home to discover your daughter in your office, reading your stories and rubbing her in your chair?” 

pussy 

“Ashley, stop,” he whispers. 

“I have to say, Daddy, I don’t think it’s fair that I’m the inspiration for so many of your stories, but you don’t let me read them.” 

“Please stop.” 

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Begs the Man of the House 

“And now that I know about this, I can inspire all kinds of new stories. Just think of the possibilities. My imagination is pretty good. For example, what if I snuck into your bedroom late at night and sucked you while Mom was sleeping right next to you? You can call that one ‘Waking my Stepdad.“” 

His eyes turn angry again. “You need to watch your mouth, Ashley.” 

“Or what? Are you going to tell Mom? Does she know about this? I really doubt it.” 

He frowns. “Did you happen to read the one titled ‘Spanked by my Stepdad“? That could happen too, you know.” 

I meet his angry gaze, refusing to flinch. “Let me guess,” I say, “Daddy spanks his stepdaughter and she likes it. Then they fuck.” 

“That’s the fiction,” he growls. “Something tells me the reality is going to be more painful for you.” 

I grin and stand, then walk around to his side of the desk, facing him. “Let’s write a story together, Daddy.” 

“Don’t do this.” His voice is low and threatening. 

I smile again and turn around, leaning over to grip the edge of his desk. Then I arch my back, causing my ass to tilt up. My nightshirt rides up, revealing my panty–clad ass to his gaze. 

“Stop it, Ashley. Right now!” 

I wiggle my butt in his direction. “Come on, Daddy. Prove you can do more than just write about. your fantasies. Make them come true. Spank me like the daddy in the story did. You can 

Smack! 

The cracking sound echoes in the quiet room, and it takes my brain a moment to register the pain. 

“Owww!” I cry. 

I try to straighten, but a strong hand presses down on my back, holding 

me in place. 

Smack! 

Suddenly, my other ass cheek is on fire like the first. “Owwww!” I wail. It feels like my ass is on fire. 

Without warning, my panties are yanked down to my thighs. Smack! 

Smack! One on each bare cheek. “Uhhh! Stop it! That hurts!” “Smack!” 

“Ow, ow, Owwwwww!” 

Begs the Man of the House 

It feels like a thousand wasps are stinging my ass. I try to reach back and block the next blow. but Alex brushes my hand aside and spanks me again. 

Smack! 

“Uhhhh. Please, Daddy. Stop it!” 

I flinch, anticipating the next spank, but it doesn’t come. Instead, Alex speaks, his voice low and steady. 

“I want you to apologize for invading my privacy.” “I’m sorry, Daddy! Please, don’t hit me again!” 

“And I want you to apologize for reading my stories without my permission.”