Those occasions were always so awful– my face and asscheeks flushing with the assault while he drooled drunk ramblings about me being a bad little girl, his hard prick poking up at my chest as he would wind his arm up again and again to distribute the smacks against my backside. But if he came home angry, and found something that displeased him (like me not putting the dishes away) he would sometimes hold me over his knee and spank me. A lot of nights he’d just sit quietly drunk in the living room with his dick out watching pornos, which was fine. My father was volatile by nature anyway, but after Mom left he started a serious drinking habit and came home raging drunk very often. The fantasy I’d had in my mind involved the dog’s hard prick up in my virgin cunt, not my virgin asshole! But with no one around to assist me and the dog, his willing prick found the wrong hole, unluckily for me. It wasn’t my intention to be fucked up the ass by the dog at all. I don’t think I’ll ever get over the moment of humiliation when my father walked out into the backyard and saw me knotted to the family dog, its large shiny prick stuck securely up my ass.
