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Hit Stop

by BangBear

Alissa and Harrison were a few hours into their drive now, the sun nearly past the horizon with twilight setting in. The passenger seat was starting to get uncomfortable. No matter how she adjusted herself she still felt cramped. Only one solution, she thought. She propped her legs up onto the dashboard, something her father made immediately clear he disapproved of.

"Put your feet down, sweetheart, that's not safe," Harrison said to his daughter, speaking up to be heard over the music.

"What do you mean it's not safe? You can still see, right?"

"Yes, but-"

"So it's fine! Come on, my legs are starting to get cramped."

"Take them down," he repeated. She didn't respond, instead continuing to scroll through her phone. "If something happens and that airbag goes off you're gonna break both your legs."

"But you're a good driver right? You wouldn't crash!"

"Alissa." She slumped down further in her seat and stuck her tongue out. Alright, he tried being nice. Harrison flicked on his blinker and started pulling into the right shoulder. He eased onto the brakes and brought the car to a gentle stop, his daughter looking around the area. It was dim, they were under a broken highway light.

"Hey, why'd you stop?" she asked. He didn't answer. He simply took the keys out of the ignition and exited the car, the song coming to an abrupt halt. She watched him circle around the front onto the passenger side and open her door. "Out."

"Dad, come on, it's almost dar-"

"Out. Now."

"Dad..." she protested. His hand thumped on the roof of the car as he leaned down to look at her more closely.

"Do you want to make this worse for yourself?"

She looked up at him, her ears flattening against her head. She knew what was coming now, best not to test him now. She took off her seat belt and removed her legs from the dashboard to step out of the car. Harrison backed up to let her out. "To the hood," he commanded, arm pointing to the front of his car. She complied, walking past him and giving him a sour look. He followed along behind, gesturing his head towards the hood.

"Here? Really?" she asked. He crossed his arms, his stern gaze unflinching. He wasn't going to let up on her. She'd already dug her grave, now she just had to lie in it. Alissa sighed and popped open the button on her jeans. She wiggled her hips out of them and cautiously looked around. It was unlikely they'd be seen by anyone there, but it wasn't impossible.

She didn't have to be told what to do next. After she kicked her pants off her ankles she bent over the hood of the car and lay down on it. Her dad stepped in behind her and ran his hand over her butt. Even just from that she could feel the strength behind it.

"If you wanna act like a brat you're gonna get treated like one." His thumb passed over the from her panties to her bare cheek. She felt his hand lift up off from her, and an instant later it cracked back down on onto her, and she yelped.

Harrison rubbed the spot his palm just chastised, then struck it again right in the same spot. The clap echoed off the asphalt and concrete to his right, and died in the trees to his left. Another blow, and another, these drowned out by a truck rolling by. The cool rush of wind stung against her cheek.

"Had enough?" he asked, his daughter huffing on the hood. She looked back with defiance, pushing her butt back against him.

"I don't give up that easy."

"Hmf. Have it your way." He grabbed hold of her tail with his left hand and held it up out of the way. He brought his hand down on her harder. She reached to grab her hoodie and pull it around to her mouth so she'd have something to bite down on.

"That's cheating," Harrison said.

"Not it's no- Aaaah-hahooow...! Dad!" His hand struck her harder to make a point, the hood falling out from her mouth as she wailed in pain.

"No cheating." His hand kneaded her sore cheek, Alissa groaning and squirming in pain. It was turning into more now, though, his daughter moaning softly. Time to even things out, he thought. His hand swung at her other side now, butt jiggling from each punishing strike.

Another car passed, masking her moaning cries for a moment once again. Harrison kept an eye on her face in case he didn't hear her cry for him to stop. Nothing yet other than her grimace, so he kept going. Again and again, now alternating between each cheek.

"You know you have to sit on this for at least another hour, right?" He grabbed with both hands and squeezed. Alissa squirmed and pushed off the ground to try and get away from him.

"Ah, ah ow, daddy!" He let go. For a moment could see a wet spot at her crotch, and without warning he took advantage. He slipped his finger between her legs and pressed them right against his target. Her legs almost gave out under her, Alissa falling flat on the hood.

"Ah! Daddy... more..." His fingers slid up and down quickly. She breathed hard and moaned at his touch.

"Fuck, fuck... hah, fuck dad! Aaah!!" She reached a rapid climax, her legs shaking underneath her. His hand kept at it at the same rapid pace, feeling her juices trailing down her legs and onto his forearm. He focused on dragging out her climax as long as possible.

"Haah, s-stop!" she cried finally, trying to crawl away from his hand. He followed her along for just a moment, then let her go. She panted and dragged herself up the hood, trembling from the pain and afterglow bliss.

Harrison rolled her over onto her back and lay down on top of her, pressing his lips to hers and pinning her down. She hugged him and tried to wrap her legs around him, but she couldn't muster the strength or coordination for that just yet.

Once the moment passed, he pulled away from her and took a breath. "You done being a bad girl?" he asked. She giggled and nodded up at him.

"For now."