Daddy’s Poker Game

Getting Ready for the Game

It was time for my dad’s bi-weekly poker game, and uncle Jimmy and their friends were on their way. The five of them got together every other Sunday evening to play poker, or sometimes other card games. We had a great games room in the basement with an air hockey table and a round table that was perfect for playing card or board games. I hung out there with my friends when they came over, since the soundproofing meant we could crank the tunes without my parents getting mad.

I’d wanted to join in on the poker games for a while, asking Daddy every so often when I could come. My friends and I tried to learn, but we spent more time laughing and wanting to sing along to songs than actually playing. If I could learn from Daddy, maybe I could teach my friends and we could try to get good at it. Next year, I was supposed to go to college, and I wanted to fit in with that crowd, playing games that were more mature than Go Fish, our usual card game. Every time I asked to join, Daddy said I wasn’t old enough.

A few months ago, I turned 18, and Daddy finally asked me to come to the game. I spent the day before reading up on tips on-line, so I wouldn’t embarrass myself completely. Hopefully, they’d take it easy on me, since I was a beginner.

Just before they got here, I was helping Daddy get the room ready, bringing down snacks and drinks. There was a wet bar down there, so we just needed to restock the sodas and some chips and nuts. When we were done, Daddy looked down at me.

“Ava, go change into something pretty. You’re not a little girl anymore.” I looked down at my outfit, frowning. What was he talking about? I had a pair of ripped jeans on, and a pink hoodie with a DJ mouse on it. Okay, maybe he had a point. I wasn’t really interested in boys; they all seemed so immature, so I hadn’t been dressing to impress. Why should I start now?

I looked up at him, ready to complain. He was so much taller than me that I had to crane my neck. He grabbed my chin, and gave me a stern look.

“Do as I say, baby, go put on a skirt and a nice little top. I don’t want to hear any complaints. Now that you’re an adult, you need to learn how to act when you’re with grown men. Be a good girl and do as I ask tonight. Don’t embarrass me by being disobedient, or I’ll have to discipline you.”

What did he mean by that? “Daddy, I’m always good, and what do you mean ‘now that I’m an adult?’”

“You’re too old to just focus on yourself. When my friends come over, you’re going to bring us drinks and snacks, and make sure we’re enjoying ourselves. That’s what it means to be a hostess. When you’re an adult, and guests come to your home, you need to focus on company, not hide in your room like you did before. Men, in particular, like for a woman to be dressed pretty and take care of them. Tonight is the start of your lessons in being a grown-up. Isn’t that what you’ve been asking me and your step-mother for? To be treated like an adult?”

He was right, I guess. I didn’t want to be treated like a child, but I guess that meant I’d have to stop acting like one too. It was a sobering realization, and I felt a bit of my innocence slip away.

“Okay, Daddy, but I want to play cards, too, not just act like your waitress all night.” I couldn’t help the pout, and Daddy flicked my lower lip as he always did when I pouted.

“You’ll play, don’t worry. No more pouting, you’re getting what you’ve been asking for tonight, and you’re going to be a good girl to show that you’re old enough to be with us. Right?”

“Yes, Daddy.” I did try to be good, but it was hard when Daddy was so bossy. He was never mean, but he had to do most of the parenting since I was little, and took that very seriously. My step-mom, Lara, who married my dad when I was eight, wasn’t as bossy, but she didn’t really get involved in raising me as much. I knew, from overhearing them, that Daddy had hoped she’d give him more kids, but they didn’t have any luck. She didn’t seem too upset about it though, and last week I heard her telling her friend that she never wanted to get pregnant; that having a step-daughter was enough. Mostly, she ignored me, and she spent most of her time with her friends, so I wasn’t sure how I was enough. I thought having a baby would be amazing, and I wanted a big family of my own. I knew how lonely it could get as an only child. I wasn’t sure why Daddy stayed with her, since she wasn’t a great mom or wife.

I went to get changed, putting on a flouncy pale pink skirt that hit mid-thigh, and a black, stretchy button-up shirt. I looked at myself in the mirror, not sure if I liked seeing so much skin. I’d bought this outfit last month, pressured by my friends at the mall when they were out to buy sexy outfits. It wasn’t as racy as what they bought, but it was more revealing than anything I already owned. The top didn’t start buttoning until lower than I was comfortable with, just above where my bra would show. I wasn’t used to showing off my figure. I didn’t have an hourglass figure like some girls at school, and my thighs and hips were a bit wider than I liked, but my bust was a bit more filled out than it had been. Not much, but not flat like it was for most of my teens. I saw pictures of my mom from before she was pregnant with me, and hers were the same size. Once she was pregnant though, and after I was born, they were at least a size bigger. Hopefully, once I was having babies, mine would grow too. I grabbed at my butt and huffed at the size of it. This was why I preferred to cover up. I dug through my closet again, looking for something that fit what Daddy said I had to wear, but was less revealing. Ugh. No luck. I only really wore jeans and leggings, and the only other skirt I had was a maxi that was honestly really frumpy and made me look even wider. I gave up, not bothering to look for anything else. I’d known Daddy’s friends for years, and I was sure they wouldn’t try to stare at me with Daddy and uncle Jimmy right there. I didn’t wear socks or shoes since the basement had carpeting, and I went downstairs, excited to learn and spend time with a group of adults for a change, instead of just my friends.

The Game Room

I walked in the room, and everyone was already there. Daddy, and his friends Robbie, Al and Mike were already sitting at the table, and uncle Jimmy, Daddy’s younger brother, was just grabbing a can from the mini-fridge behind the bar. I said hi and looked at the table. There was a seat empty closer to the door, with Daddy right across from it, so I went to pull the seat out for myself. Everyone just stared at me, making me feel uncomfortable. Uncle Jimmy turned around from the fridge and looked me up and down, whistling.

“Ava, look at you, you’re all grown up now!” He was grinning like a fool, and it made my cheeks burn. Jimmy looked a lot like Daddy. Tall and handsome, with wavy brown hair and warm hazel eyes. Although they looked alike, I always thought Daddy was the more ruggedly handsome of the two of them.

I sat down, and looked around at the other men at the table while Jimmy sat down, still staring at me with a big smile. The other men here were attractive, too, and I’d watched them when they came over, admiring their tall, strong builds. They all worked in jobs where they had to be strong, so their arms and chests were thick with muscle. Nothing like the skinny boys who went to my school.

Robbie, a broad chested red-head who worked with Jimmy, was sitting next to me. I noticed he was zeroed in on my chest. He cleared his throat, and said in a hoarse voice, “Ava, your daddy told me you turned 18 recently. Did you have a good birthday?”

I crossed my arms over my chest, hoping to hide it, but it just pushed my small breasts up. “It was good. I went out to an arcade with my friends.” Saying it out loud, I sounded like a kid. Not the image I wanted to put out now that I was an adult.

Al and Mike just said hi, staring at me, then getting comfortable in their seats. They were our neighbors and had been friends with Daddy for as long as I remember. Al had thick black hair, and olive skin. He was always working outside and often asked me over to pick berries from his garden. Mike was younger looking, with dark blonde hair that sometimes fell in his eyes. He was always really nice to me, and helped fix my bike once when Daddy was busy.

Daddy looked at me, his eyes checking out what I was wearing, and nodded.

“Good girl, getting changed. I want you to wear outfits like this from now on. It suits you, sweetheart.”

His praise made me warm inside. If he thought it suited me, then I wanted to get more clothes like this. Since my mom died when I was six, and my step-mom wasn’t very involved with me, Daddy was everything to me. This was the first time he’d taken an interest in what I was wearing, aside from making sure I was clean and dressed for the weather.

Learning the Rules

He looked over at the men around the table. “Ava is going to play, but she’s also going to serve drinks and snacks. If you want anything, let her know and she’ll bring it to you. She’s learning how to host guests.” I felt a thrill of pride that Daddy wanted me to act like a lady of the house, and I wanted to make him proud of me. Al and Mike smiled at me, and Jimmy tipped back his drink, guzzling the beer all in one go.

Daddy started to shuffle the cards. “Ava’s just learning to play poker, so we’ll go easy on her to start. We’ll need to explain things to her for the first round or two.”

Robbie nodded eagerly at me. “No problem. I can help you with the first round if you want.” His eyes kept jumping from my face to my chest. I looked down, and saw that with my arms crossed, my boobs actually made a bit of cleavage, and it showed in the low-cut neckline of my shirt. I dropped my arms, and rested my arms on the table, fiddling with the chips in front of me.

Daddy dealt the cards, and I picked up the two I got. Robbie shifted closer. “Do you want me to have a look at what you have so I can give you some advice? Just this round, so you can learn.”

I looked at what I had, and I wasn’t sure at all what to do with my cards. I really did need the help, even if he was being a bit creepy.

“Okay, just this round though.” He shifted even closer, and I angled my cards towards him so he could see.

“First thing to know, don’t touch your chips unless you’re betting.” I pushed them back into piles right away, tidying them up.

“These are worth fives, and these are ones. I’ll remind you if you forget.” He pointed out which was which, then looked at my cards.

“Try to keep a poker face when you’re looking at your cards. Now you need to decide if you want to check, call, raise or fold. Do you know what those mean?”

I nodded. “I learned a bit about those already. But I need practice.”

“Okay, so when your turn comes, what do you want to do?”

“I think I’ll, um, call?” I looked over to see how he reacted. He smiled at me, and nodded.

“Sure, you have a promising pair here. Let’s see how that goes.”

The round went around the table, and then Daddy laid out three cards. Robbie leaned closer to say, “These are for everyone, so what do you think about how they combine with what you have?” I looked at them, and looked around at the other players to see if I could tell how good their hand was. I noticed that Al, Mike and uncle Jimmy kept looking up at me, and then checking out my outfit, especially my top. Maybe wearing this wasn’t a great idea. I tried to slouch down a bit so my top closed in at the top. Robbie was so close he was almost touching me, and I looked over to see him looking down my shirt again.

“Ummm… I don’t know, what do you think?” I was a bit nervous with the way everyone kept looking at me, and I couldn’t really concentrate on the game. Something else happened with other cards being shown, and I was already lost.

“You’ve got a pair of fives here, but that’s all. Do you know what all the hand rankings are?” He was practically breathing on me at this point. I tried to shift away without being obvious and looked up at Daddy. He looked over at Robbie with a strange look on his face.

“Give the girl a bit of space to breathe while she’s learning, will you, Robbie?” Robbie jerked up and shifted back, but just a bit. The rest of the round, he didn’t crowd me as much, and explained what the rules were and gave me tips on what to do. Uncle Jimmy won, and he showed me how his straight was the best ranking hand.

I wasn’t feeling much more confident, so I decided to focus on remembering what I had learned and just trying to keep my thoughts about my strategy hidden during the next round. Robbie shifted back to his space so I could keep my cards hidden. I was clutching them so hard, Al started to laugh. “Ava, you’re holding your cards so tight, it’s like they’re state secrets.” I let up a bit, but still held them close, wanting to fidget but not wanting to show how I was feeling. Robbie kept looking over at me, and then I felt his hand on my knee. He squeezed it, then rubbed it, rubbing up my thigh a bit.

The Massage

“Don’t be so stiff, baby, just relax. You’re not even playing with real money. Loosen up.” I squeezed my thighs to keep his hands from roaming, and tried to push his hand away, but he was stronger than me. My heart sped up, and my hands grew clammy. After a few seconds, he let go of my knee, smiling at me in a way that wasn’t very friendly.

I turned away, not wanting to look at him, and saw Mike, who was sitting on the other side of me, staring at me. He reached over to stroke my wrist.

“Robbie’s right, pet, you can relax. We’re going to take care of you. It’s just a friendly game.” He gripped my wrist, squeezing it before rubbing my forearm.

“Do you want a shoulder rub?” What the heck? No, I didn’t.

“No, thank you.” I didn’t want to be rude. Maybe he was just being nice.

Daddy called my name and I looked up at him. “Ava, sweetheart, you’re obviously nervous. Let Mike give you a shoulder rub. It was really nice of him to offer.”

My heart was thumping now, my nervousness rising. I guess I had to say okay.

“Okay, but just a bit.” Maybe a bit of a shoulder rub wouldn’t hurt. I was certainly really tense.

Mike stood up behind me and his hands landed on my shoulders. I looked around, and everybody was watching us. He squeezed the muscles close to my neck, and the feeling was amazing. I really needed this. He started to knead my shoulders, the movement tugging my shirt apart a bit. He rubbed a spot that was particularly tight, and the release made me moan. Mike whispered in my ear, “Fuck, pet, that is the hottest sound I’ve ever heard. I hope we hear it a lot more this evening.” That tensed me back up again, and he kneaded my muscles deeper until they released again. I held in any sounds this time. What he said to me sounded a bit too friendly, or more than friendly, and I didn’t want to encourage him.

“Okay, that’s good, thank you, Mike.” He gave one last squeeze and sat down.

The game resumed, everything having paused while Mike gave me a massage.

Robbie put his hand back on my thigh, a bit higher this time, almost at the hem of my skirt, and leaned closer. “Did you like that, baby? Feeling his strong hands on you?”

I didn’t know what to say to that. I tried crossing my legs, pulling the one he was touching away from him, and he chuckled and sat back.

Serving Snacks and Drinks

While Al was deciding what to do on his turn, Jimmy turned to me. “Ava, will you get me some ruffle chips?”

I jumped up, happy to move away from the men on either side of me. I poured some chips into a bowl and brought it over to him. When I stepped between him and Mike to put the bowl on the table in front of him, Jimmy gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you, hot stuff.” He winked at me, and I blushed. What a crazy nickname. He must be joking around; there’s no way he means that.

I sat back down, and Mike lay his hand on my shoulder, rubbing it, then stroking up and down my arm. I tried to move away, but Robbie’s hand landed on my thigh again, rubbing it from outside to inside, back and forth just above my knee. I had nowhere to go, and had to try to participate in the game. A poker face was impossible with these two touching me. I looked at Daddy, and tried to get his attention, but he was talking to Jimmy and didn’t notice. Surely Daddy would step in and stop this. I jumped up, dislodging the hands that were on me, and strode over to Daddy. I stood there, waiting until he stopped talking to Jimmy.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?”

I bent to whisper in his ear. “Robbie and Mike keep touching me. Can you ask them to stop?” My heart was racing, and I needed my daddy to fix this.

Daddy looked over at them, then back at me. He reached out to grab my hip and gave it a firm squeeze. “Ava, you promised to be obedient. They’re just being affectionate. That’s what adults do. Don’t make a fuss. Let them help you relax and show you that they care about you. We all do.”

My face fell, and my heart stopped. Daddy wanted me to let them touch me?

“Daddy, I don’t like it.” Daddy let go of my hip and swatted me on the butt so quickly, and so hard, it took a moment for the sting to register.

“Ava, sit down and stop complaining. Be a good girl and do as I say. If you want a break from them, feel free to offer to get refreshments for everyone.”

I couldn’t believe Daddy had given me a spank. In front of everyone. I was so embarrassed. He wanted me to act like a grown-up, but he was treating me like a child. I stomped back to my seat, and sat down hard, wincing when I felt where I got the smack.

Mike leaned in. “Ava, I’ll rub your sore spot better, lean to the side so I can get to it.”

“No, thank you.” I was mortified. Like it wasn’t embarrassing enough to get a spanking, I sure wasn’t going to let him rub my butt.

Daddy cleared his throat. “Ava, what did I say?” He raised one eyebrow to show me he wasn’t happy with me. I guess I had to go along with it.

“Okay, then.” I leaned towards Robbie, lifting my sore cheek off the chair. Mike slipped a hand underneath, and rubbed the soreness in gentle circles until the sting went away. That did help, actually.

“That’s good, thank you.” I wanted to show Daddy I could be a good girl, and be polite. Mike pulled his hand away, and I set back down fully. As soon as I did, Robbie’s hand was back on my knee, rubbing little circles and giving me firm squeezes. I closed my eyes for a moment, reminding myself that Daddy said I had to let them. Maybe he was right, and they were just being affectionate. Did all adults act like this? I didn’t want to embarrass myself by acting like a kid, so I didn’t pull away, even when his hand moved further up, touching my skirt hem and curling in towards my inner thigh. When he started to move under my skirt, I jumped up again.

First Kiss

“Anyone want a drink?” I hoped a few of them would, so I’d have an excuse to leave the table.

Al asked for a beer, so I went to the mini-fridge to get a cold one. I brought it over to him, and tried to pass it to him. He just pointed at the table in front of him to put it there. I shrugged, and bent over to place it on the table. Before I stood back up, he reached around my waist and pulled me closer, turning me towards him and giving me a kiss close to my lips, his lips warm and lingering. I was so shocked, I stood up quickly and backed away. I touched my face where he’d kissed me. I’d never been kissed before. Did this really count as my first kiss? It wasn’t right on my lips, just on the edge, but it felt like more than the kind of kiss your family would give you. Al let go of my waist, and smiled at me, his eyes wandering down my body.

I looked over at my dad to see if he’d noticed. He was looking directly at me, and nodded to show he approved. Maybe this was also part of what he meant by being affectionate. I went to go back to my seat, and when I passed by Mike, he asked me for a club soda. I turned around and went to get one from the fridge. I went to pass it to him before sitting down, and he turned towards me. He grabbed the soda with one hand while his other hand went to my thigh just where my skirt ended.

“Thank you, pet, you’re such a good girl. Your daddy is a luck man to have a daughter like you.” He put down his drink and pulled me closer by the thigh and waist. He was really tall, so he was almost my height even sitting down. My chest bumped against his, and his hand on the back of my thigh slid upwards, caressing and curving inwards as it went. I tried to push away as he got close to my panties, but his arm around my waist tightened and he leaned forward to kiss me on the lips. It was just a little peck, but it set a fire off in me. This was too much. He let me go with a laugh when I pushed harder to get away, and I sat down, feeling flustered.

“Ava, do I have to remind you not to make a fuss? Mike just wants to thank you for being such a good hostess. You need to graciously accept his appreciation.” Daddy was frowning at me, his handsome face looking disappointed, and I kicked myself for overreacting.

We played another hand, and Robbie touched my leg again, rubbing, stroking, and moving it up under the edge of my skirt. My skin felt on fire where he touched me. Each time these men touched me, it felt more intense. More naughty. I squirmed in my seat, feeling restless and tingly all over.

I caught Jimmy’s eye, and he called out to me. “Ava, sweetie, get me a beer, would you?” I was barely getting to play at this rate. Not that it mattered, when I was so distracted even when I was playing. I got up, Robbie’s hand falling away after one last squeeze, and went to get Jimmy a beer. When I returned, he had turned to the side, and reached out to pull me in for a hug after taking the can from me. My uncle was a great hugger, and I was more comfortable with him than with the others. When I got close, though, he angled his face towards mine and planted a kiss on my lips. It wasn’t a peck, either. He moved his lips and turned his head so our lips were slotted together. Then I felt his tongue touch the seam of my lips. I gasped, the sound muffled in the kiss, and his tongue slipped in. I was so shocked, I didn’t know what to do. He held me so tightly, I couldn’t move, and I wasn’t thinking clearly enough to even try. This was a real kiss, the kind my friends had with their boyfriends. I’d seen them kissing their scrawny, pimply boyfriends, all wet and sloppy, and it looked so gross. This was nothing like that. Jimmy was built, and handsome, and his mouth and tongue were so confident and warm. It seemed to go on for a long time, but I was sure it was only a few seconds before he pulled back, and grinned at me before letting me go.

“You really have grown up to be a hottie, Ava. Maybe next time I come over to watch the game with your dad, you can come watch with us and sit with me?” He raised an eyebrow, and I nodded. I looked over at Daddy, wondering what he thought of his brother kissing me like that, and he smiled at me, looking pleased. I felt warm all over, knowing I made Daddy happy.

I floated back to my seat, my lips feeling sensitive and tingly, and we played another round. I wasn’t doing very well, since I was having trouble concentrating with all the attention the men were paying to me. Of course, Robbie’s hand was back on my leg as soon as I sat, and I didn’t mind it so much anymore, now that I was getting used to it. Mike reached over and rubbed my back when I leaned forward to toss my chips in the middle. His hand was warm and strong, and felt good as he moved it up and down my back. When I sat back, I left room between me and the chair so he could keep going.

The Peanut Bowl

When that round was done, Robbie asked me to bring him a bowl of peanuts. I got up, both men’s hands withdrawing to let me go to the bar to fill up a bowl. When I got back, Robbie had moved his chair back from the table. He motioned me in front of him. “Put the bowl on the table, closer to the middle so everyone can reach to have some.”

I leaned forward to put the bowl down. “A bit farther to the center, baby, so your uncle can reach too.” I leaned forward more, and felt both of his hands on the backs of my thighs. They slid up together, tugging my legs apart. I stumbled a bit as I shifted my feet. I didn’t want to spread my legs, but his hands were big and strong, and I was off balance already leaning forward. I started to straighten up, so I could go back to my seat and end this touching that was feeling more and more inappropriate, but I saw Al out of the corner of my eye as he leaned in and pushed my back down towards the table. I wriggled, trying to get out of his hold, and felt Robbie’s hands moving up my thighs again, until they were at my panties, tugging at the seams of them between my thighs.

I couldn’t take anymore, and rolled side to side to dislodge Al’s hand and twist my lower body away from Robbie’s exploring hands. I was about to go back to my seat, when I heard my dad’s angry voice.

“Ava, come here.” Uh oh. I turned towards him, and he looked very cross. He crooked his finger at me, and my shoulders slumped. I’d disappointed him again. Surely, though, he didn’t expect me to let them grope me? I walked over, and he kept motioning me forward until I was standing right beside him.

“I told you to be a gracious hostess, and let them show you their affection and gratitude. Why did you so rudely pull away?”

Tears gathered in the corners of my eyes. “Daddy, Robbie was putting his hands up my skirt.”

Daddy didn’t react. “So?”

I was stunned. Didn’t he care that I was being touched like that?

Discipline

He continued. “You’re not a child anymore, you’re a woman now. That means men are going to touch you in places where you’re not used to. I’m watching and won’t let anyone harm you. I’m very angry, though, that you disobeyed me after I told you you’d be disciplined if you didn’t do as I said tonight. It’s time for you to learn what that means.” He grabbed me, and pulled me over his lap, laying me down with my butt up in the air and my head hanging down by his legs. I tried to get up, but he pressed one strong arm across my back to hold me down.

“Don’t struggle, or I’ll add on more punishment. Being an adult means accepting consequences for your behavior.” I stilled, realizing it was futile to resist, and ashamed that he thought I was acting immature. I felt cool air on my legs as he flipped up my flowy little skirt and tugged my bikini panties down under my ass cheeks. My face flamed, realizing not just Daddy, but the others might see my butt. For sure Al, who was right behind me, and maybe Jimmy too. I heard the spank before I felt it, a whoosh of air before a burning sting across my cheeks. I hadn’t been spanked since I was really little, and even then, it was just once or twice, a light swat across my backside. This was different. The spank was really hard, and my butt felt like it was on fire. It was even worse after the next one, and the next one. I started to cry and whine after the third, and by the fifth I was struggling again.

“Ava, I told you if you struggled it would just make it worse. I was going to stop at five, but now I’ll had five more on.” I stopped moving, trying to get ahold of my involuntary reactions. It was hard. My bum was stinging and feeling like it was on fire, and strangely the heat had travelled further, warming me between my legs too, even though I hadn’t been smacked there. The next five were fast, hard and stinging, going from one cheek to the other and ending on the crease under my bum after tugging my panties down and out of the way. My eyes were damp with tears, and I was sniffling in a pathetic display of misery. When he was done, he rubbed my cheeks with his big, warm hand and soothed the sting. Then he drew my panties all the way down and pulled them off. He helped me stand up and my skirt fell back down, whispering against my enflamed backside. The whole area throbbed—my butt cheeks, t