Laska's Midnight Sneak

>Laska comes home with bad grades
>have to punish the laska
>bend her over your knee as you begin to spank her
>notice that she dosn't even flinch as your hand comes down
>looks like she hasn't learned her lesson
>begin to yank her pants down, and spank her bare bottom
>the sound of your hand coming down on her tight ass resonates through the room
>you can see her flinch with each strike
>"You learn your lesson Laska?"
>She nods only once
>"Good girl"
>Pull her pants back up and embrace her tightly, kissing her forehead before sending her upstairs to her room


>get a phone call from the teacher
>Laska been acting up
>confront her about it, demanding an answer
>She’s mumbling to you
>you demand for her to speak up
>She looks at you defiantly, "Shes a bitch."
>Oh shit; you will not have foul language in this house
>pick her up by the arm and place her over your knee
>you rear your hand back and proceed to forcefully spank her
>she cries out with each hit, squirming and flailing as your hand comes down over and over again
>you can see her face go red as tears begin to roll down her face
>you finally relent and send her to her room
>you fail to notice the obvious wetspot on your thigh


>after wards, Laska runs back into her room and locks her door
>she pulls down her pants and marvels at the red handprint on her ass
>she slowly traces it with a paw, biting her lower lip as she touches it gingerly
>the pain sent shivers up her spine
>she needed more

>months pass
>Laska remained a troubeled child throughout school
>on one day, Laska had gotten into a fight with that McCully kid
>god damn it Laska, not again
>you lay her over your knee once more as you begin to spank her bottom; even through the jeans you could see it ripple
>its actually quite amazing to behold
>your hand lingers long after one particularly forceful slap, Laska's head rears up as she recoils
>you notice your hand hover over her bottom, and before you could even stop yourself, you squeezed her butt in your hand
>you instantly let go, but you didn't fail to notice laska's tail and ear's twitch as you grasped her
>confused with yourself, you pulled her up over your knee and sent her to her room once more
>that was wrong; you shouldnt have done that
>you head to the kitchen to pour yourself a stiff drink
>what the hell came over you?
>you definitely needed to forget that
>hopefully she would too


>But Laska had other plans
>she couldn't wait any longer
>she marveled at your hand imprint once more on her bottom
>tonight she'd make her move
>she was cautious, making sure to wait until the dead of night of make you were asleep
>she crept out of her room, making sure to slowly open her door as she began to use her innate catlike nature to cross the hallway
>your room was at the very end, and she knew it wasn't locked at night
>carefully, she opened it, sneaking in on the balls of her feet as she went inside
>there you were, cozily sleeping on the bed, your scent tickling her nose
>She made sure to scan the room, making sure of her surroundings before she slowly crept up to the bed, eyeing you hungrily as her tail swished behind her
>she poked once on your foot, just to make sure that he really was asleep; Years spent living with you had taught her all of your quirks
>your were lost deep in sleep, lost to the comfort of rest and a cotton pillow as you happily dreamt
>you didnt feel her slowly pull down the covers of his bed sheets, exposing your body beneath
>she hesitated as you instinctively shivered at the sudden exposure to cold air, but still didnt stir as Laska carefully removed the blanket entirely
>you were only in a t-shirt and boxers, but she could see what she desired easily enough
>she tried to remind herself to stay calm as she carefully gripped the hem of your boxers
>slowly, and with the precision of an international jewel thief, she carefully began to pull the thin fabric down, making sure to keep eye contact on your facial reactions
>if she saw a twitch, she'd stop, ensuring that you were fast asleep before she continued once more
>soon enough, she had worked it far down enough to expose you
>it was smaller than she thought, but she remembered that it was supposed to get bigger...if you gave it enough attention
>she leaned in close, making sure none of her other body parts would touch you as her tongue neared you
>she breathed in deeply, the intoxicating scent made her head spin, and gingerly with all the care she could muster, she outstretched her tongue and licked it


>she bolted back upright, afraid that by some misfortune you would have noticed the delicate touch
>but she breathed a sigh of relief as you appeared to be fully asleep
>she leaned in once more, tasting it with her tongue once, then twice, and as soon as she felt bold enough, she started to tease it
>gradually, to her own amazement, the appendage began to grow, and with each lick it began to get harder as well, until finally it stood erect for her
>she marveled at it; part of her wanted to grab it now, but she knew that would be too much
>she carefully leaned over once more, and slowly she placed her lips around your head
>she looked up, her golden eyes looking for any signs of reaction, but there was none
>slowly, while maintaining looking at you for any signs of reaction, she began to descend upon the hardened shaft, taking the rod into her mouth and all the way down to the base
>she came back up once again, still searching for any signs danger before going back down once more
>slowly, she began to pick up the pace. She had heard that lots of stimulation was needed to get what she sought out of you
>she could feel it twitch in her mouth once or twice, but all the while she continued to play with him, dragging her tongue along the shaft and wrapping around it
>she pulled back up and dragged her tongue around your head; it elicited a slight moan from you, but still you didn't stir
>’maybe he was having a nice dream’, she told herself, as she came back down again. She had to admit, this was pretty addicting.
>she felt a sudden throb, a powerful pulse that shook her very core
>It was coming
>she was slow and sensual now, rocking her head from side to side to try and wring it out, dragging her lips ever so slowly across the flesh
>she felt another powerful throb, then another, your face seemed to furrow at the sensation
>and then finally, to her estatic surprise you came, filling her mouth with your hot seed
>it was sudden, and she almost cried out at the sudden warmth in her mouth as it threatened to spill out
>she quickly began to swallow, desperately trying to gulp down the warm milky fluid as it came
>instantly she could feel something grow inside her, a warm sensation of pleasure and dominance as she hungrily took your seed
>she moved her tongue along the inside of her mouth, cleaning her teeth and suckling down any remnants before giving her attention back to your head
>she cleaned up well, swirling her tongue around the head once more to collect any excess fluid, before turning her attention to the shaft
>it was beginning to grow limp, and to her own amusement, it was very cute to look at
>she gingerly kissed it, before she once more carefully took hold of your boxers and began to shimmy them back up
>again, you didn't stir at all as she worked the fabric back up; perhaps your were more at peace with your sudden release
>your boxers carefully replaced, she gingerly took the bed sheets and covered you once more, trying her best to remember how they were before she had entered your room
>finished, she carefully dismounted the bed and made her way to your sleeping head
>she leaned in, and ever so lightly, touched her lips against yours
>"I love you, Daddy." she whispered under her breath
>her words were that of a girl wanting more than a familial relationship
 >she began to pull away and make her escape, closing the door once more and taking refuge back in her own room
>that night, Laska found herself licking her lips over and over again, still basking in taste of her fathers seed
>needless to say, it was many hours before she finally feel to sleep, her fingers had long since becoming cramped from playing with herself that night
>in the morning you began to stir
>for some reason, you felt more drained than usual
>perhaps  you shouldn’t drink before going to bed, you managed to convince yourself as you began start the day
>as you flung the covers off you, you noticed some strange stains upon your boxers
>you thought nothing of it; perhaps it was just that lewd dream last night
>you hadn’t had a dream that raunchy sense you were a teenager
>never came that hard either
>oh well
>you never put much though into it, as you began to pull them off and head into the shower

>afterwards, you head down stairs and started making pancakes for breakfast
>you barely noticed Laska creep into her chair, a giddy smile creeping on her face as she tries to maintain her composure.
>you flipped a pancake on her plate and set it out for her
>"Why are you so happy this morning? You have a good dream?" you asked her
>she'd bump her knee into the table before putting on a smile and laughing ."A dream? I ...maybe..." she said innocently
>"...more like a dream come true." she whispered to herself in a hushed voice, smiling once more before digging into her pancakes.