I was 36 years old back in 2003. I was still married then. I have two kids with my ex wife. They're older now but they were 14 and 8 back then. I have never told anyone what I'm about to confess. Our daughter took her mother's credit card and went to the mall with her friend. They bought all kinds of clothes and racked up over $400. I caught my daughter and her friend trying to sneak in her window with a bunch of clothes. Of course I interrogated them, and the truth came out. The worst part of it was she was staying home from school that day because she was supposedly sick.

I confiscated the card and told her she'd have to tell her mother when she got home. My daughter pleaded with me to not have to tell her mom. I sent her friend home because I instantly grounded my daughter. She was okay with that but dreaded telling her mother. I told her mom would find out eventually because of the charges on the credit card.

Her mother didn't get home for several hours that evening, and my daughter had ample time to plead and beg. I entertained an idea my daughter devised where we simply let her mother believe her card was stolen. The company would cancel it and replace the funds. I pointed out the obvious problem that the credit card company might investigate the purchases, but basically all we'd have to do is say nothing and play ignorant. I told her we weren't doing that because it'd be wrong. But my daughter had already begun to learn how to manipulate people. She wanted to talk more about it and I wanted to have some gin and listen.

After a couple hours I found myself sitting on the couch in the living room while my daughter put on all the clothes she bought illegally. She was stripping down to her panties and bra in front of me and was very enthusiastic about showing-off to me in my changing state of mind. She was wearing light yellow bikini-like panties with fringe on the edges, but the back of it was very thin and showed off most of her ass. She had some very nice breasts for her age too. I realized our eldest girl was growing up.

I got to thinking. Sure, she had done something wrong but I could discipline her for it without her mother knowing. The idea to spank her amused me, and I hadn't done it since she was like 10 when she broke something expensive that was stored in the attic.

I told her that she wouldn't have to tell her mother, but she'd still have to be punished. She'd have to hide the clothes; maybe keep them at her friends house. It was obvious I couldn't ground her either because her mother would want to know why.

So I told her she'd have to work off the money she stole from her mother; doing chores for us when I tell her until I felt her debt was paid. She reluctantly agreed. But I also told her I was going to spank her. She smiled for a short moment until she realized I was serious, then she erupted with laughter.

"Okay." She said. "Right now?"
"Yeah, right now."

She was in the middle of garments and only had a new pair of jeans on with her bra and panties. I told her to take off her pants and assume a position over my knees.

Now as bad as this sounds, it wasn't like that at first. I didn't anticipate it would affect me the way it ended up afterward. I told her it was going to hurt, and that I wasn't playing around, and she just responded with her usual "okay, whatever".

So I spanked her. I raised my arm and landed a palm right against her tush, as hard as I expected that it should sting. She took it like a champ and didn't make a sound. So I did it harder next slap, then again, until I was really coloring her ass cheeks red. She started giggling after the seventh smack. It was rather humiliating.

I remember she teased. "Come on, dad. That doesn't even hurt."

"Hey, you can at least act like it's working." I said with a chuckle.
"Well you're not doing it right. You have to slap me lower, like on the high part of the back of the leg."

"No no, you don't get to tell me how to spank you."

But I did as she suggested anyway. I brought my hand outward instead of upward and slapped into the lower part of her ass on her left leg. Yeah, that did it. She made a noise, but it wasn't the sound I expected. I slapped her again, this time on the other side. That's when she briefly moaned.

I continued to slap her ass in this manner and I knew she was getting excited, in the wrong way. I should have stopped but I didn't because I was getting excited too. I added more time between my strikes against her ass to get better control of myself, but the anticipation is probably what got her hornier. I felt my heart pumping and then I felt my prick pushing upward against my daughter's stomach.

Yes, this is why a father shouldn't spank his 14 year old daughter. It wasn't obvious before, but it became obvious real quick. My daughter looked up at me when she felt my manhood pulsing up against her. She and I both knew we had crossed a line.

I kept my hands off her for a moment to see what she was going to do. I expected her to get up. She didn't.

"You're not done, are you?" She asked plainly.

I resumed spanking my daughter, but now back on the softest part of her ass.

"You're liking this too much." I pointed out.
"So? You like it too."

I felt red in the face. She had called me out. She knew I was hard, and it was true, I enjoyed putting my hands on my daughter's ass. She reached behind her and moved my hand lower. She wanted me to hit her where she likes it. I obliged her and slapped into her until she was yelping again, then she was moaning. My penis pulsed up against her as I slapped into her. Finally, after what I was sure was the sound of her having erotic pleasure, I left my hand on her ass after a slap and touched fingers in between her thighs to the mound of flesh that was her vagina. My daughter was dripping wet. That was it. The spanking was over. I was now caressing her sex.

I lost control of my body. I knew what I was doing was forbidden. It felt wrong and I knew it, but it was the most exciting taboo to pleasure my daughter in that way.

She was moaning and writhing in ecstasy over my lap. She was saying "oh dad, yes, right there.." Etc.

My next thought was: 'How far would she go with me?' I leaned back on the couch and used my other hand to casually unsnap my slacks and lower my zipper.

My daughter noticed.
"What are you doing?"

"Oh, babe, I'm in pain right now, I got to let it out."

I wasn't myself. I felt like it wasn't even me saying those words. I knew she was nervous of what she might have to do. I didn't want to freak her out.

"You've had sex-ed. I'm sure you know about men's needs. You don't have to do anything you don't want, but I got to do this."

My words seemed to put her at ease, or maybe it was my fingers pulling the fabric to the side of her vagina so I could penetrate her with my fingers. I masturbated myself in the cover of my pants for a while as I pleasured my daughter. I pulled my prick out when I started releasing precum and I pressed the head of my penis against the side of my daughter's tummy. She was so warm.

"This is so weird." She commented sheepishly.

I kept quiet and masturbated myself against her. I was really getting into it as I got my fingers into her. I discovered she didn't have her hymen. It excited me further that my daughter might be having sex.

"Is there a boy you like at school?"

She didn't say anything.

"It's okay. You're my pretty girl. It's okay if you're having sex, darling. I can't be mad about that. You and your sister are the most beautiful parts of my life. I want you to be happy."

She looked at me then at my erection in my hand.

"Have you touched one yet?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"A boy at school?"

My daughter went on to tell me details of her experience that I can't remember; only that she jerked a boy off and he shot his goop pretty quickly into her hand. I told her she can jerk me off if she wanted. She didn't hesitate and I watched my daughters fingers grip my shaft. I gave mild instruction and she got better. I stopped fingering her and pushed my slacks and boxers further down. She got off my lap and rested on the floor so I removed my pants and boxers entirely. I told her I'd like to see her body, and I pulled at her bra strap. She removed her top, and then her bottoms. My God, she was so beautiful.

She resumed stroking my erection and started playing with my balls too. She said she liked my pubes, and that it looked neat. I still kept myself neatly trimmed back then. She also said I had a big penis. My shaft is only 18 centimeters long, that's just over 7 inches. I don't consider myself that big, but it's probably the biggest one she's stroked by that time.

I was groping at my daughter's breasts and she was really getting into jerking my prick. I started oozing a lot of precum and she had a great big smile across her face as my erection got slick and she started going faster.

I can't believe I'm telling this. Oh my God. I'd been living with this for a while. It destroyed my marriage. Anyway..

So.. I got really horny. And my daughter was really horny. I told her to lay back on the couch. I had to taste her flavor. I went down on her. I was the hottest I had ever been. I ate her out and gave my daughter multiple orgasms. I lapped it all up. I was on my knees and shimmied up to her and masturbated as I pressed myself against her slit. I didn't penetrate her, just used her warmth to get off. I shot my load all over her; didn't get her face or anything, but definitely laid pearl ropes over her breasts, tummy and vagina.

Of course afterward, reality began to set upon us and it got awkward. We both took showers, separately of course. My youngest daughter would be getting home from school soon, and I wanted everything to be absolutely normal again. It wasn't, but we had to fake it and live with it.

I felt guilty. I went to the bank and withdrew $500. I told my wife I borrowed her card to buy our daughter some clothes to make her feel better for being out of school, sick. I gave my wife the $500, she was happy.

That was the beginning of the end though. I fucked it all up. My daughter and I did more stuff later. When my daughter was 18, the wife discovered I was having sex with her. It was stupid. She didn't catch us in the act, but I was in the kitchen afterward and our daughter was asleep in our bed. The wife got home sooner than later and discovered our naked daughter in our bed. It was the worst day of my life. She didn't immediately want a divorce. She wanted us to get help. It didn't work. Some things you just can't come back from. I fucked it all up.