You fall into an erotic dream

Coming back from the bathroom, you undress down to your panties. Having to sit to pee was weird, but it bleakens compared to the other experiences of the day.

Under the covers, you briefly consider exploring yourself. You can't deny it to yourself, you're still aroused by the spanking you just got. You think back. Not to your spanking, but to your parents relationship before you moved out. Everything he told you today, all the rules, they remind you of something. Of... of how your father expected your mother to behave. You even remember walking in on them, once, when you were maybe 18, your father punishing your mother in much the same way he'd just punished you. Though afterwards, even if they tried to be quiet, it was evident that the sounds emanating from their bedroom was undeniably ones of pleasure.

Is your father trying to... no, no. No, that is just too weird. Your father is kinky, he likes dominating women? So what? You like that, too.

Though suddenly being a tiny, timid little girl certainly makes it hard to put yourself in that position.

Lost in thought, you drift off to sleep.

You stir as a beam of light hits your face. Opening your eyes, you see the door to your room is ajar. "Daddy?" you whisper. The door opens, and a naked man steps through it. "Yes, baby?" he answers. "I've been a naughty girl."

You're on his lap, and can feel his hard erection against your side. His hand rains down, and with each hit, you give a little whimper, moving a little to massage the huge member pressed against you. He smiles. "Good girl."

His fingers enter you, and you writhe, press yourself against them. "Good girls are rewarded," he says. "What reward does my good little girl want?" The answer comes naturally. "Your little girl wants your long, hard cock inside her, Daddy." And then a wave of pleasure washes over you.

You wake up, drenched in sweat, your hand inside your soaked panties, coming down from your first female orgasm. Fuck, you think to yourself. That was amazing. And then you gather your thoughts. _Fuck. That was fucked up. What the hell is wrong with me? _But, you tell yourself, that man in the dream wasn't actually your father. Sure, you had called him 'Daddy', but you can't really recollect any features. You try to hold on to this, try to reassure yourself that, no, you're not sexually attracted to your father, and you almost manage to convince yourself as you drift back into slumber.
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