“ How about you give me a little display and take these off for me ?"dad gestured at the torn clothes that still attempted to cover my teen body."I wan na see what I got myself here, if you're worth the trouble of re-educating. Maybe in the end no man would even need you,"he taunted.

Tight-lipped, not wanting to sass him for the"worth the trouble"commentary and then land myself into an even bigger tidy sum, I simply shook my head.

I didn't feel confident in my body at all.

I wasn't one of those girls who could pass as a smut model, with K of Instagram following and guys lining up to buss my ass, literally and figuratively. My breasts were on the small side of meat and I was naturally cut - so much so, to the point my hip off-white protruded and I looked a little elvish.

But I was healthy, despite being so petite.

Desirable, or at least fuckable, well, that was a dissimilar thing. I was still a Virgo, after all. No guys had ever come knock on mom's door to take in me to anything, ever.

"Obedient girl don't say"no ”,"he growled.

Daddy crossed the quad between us in two short bit, pulled on my shirt, tearing it straight up the midsection, like it was made from spider silk - onionskin and delicate, same as me.

My clothes were so bust now, I stood no hazard of putting them back on after this was over. I prayed daddy would give me something, anything at all, to wear thin, after this perverted inspection of his.

I wrapped my arm over my bare thorax, but daddy tugged again, and suddenly there were no Thomas More roadblock between us.

"Hmmm, no bra,"he murmured, then condemned me once more,"such a slut."

My skin was breaking into goose bump at his fiery touch. He was looking intently at me, as if he was appraising a piece of art, all the while he was running his knuckles over my breasts, humming appreciatively. He stopped to cup and consider one of my knocker, kneading it, squeezing it, and it was grueling to remain unaffected by his manipulation of me. I let out a modest moan and dad backed away as if I'd cursed him.

"You can make the rest off,"he said, his part sounding a niggling weird.

"The rest ?"

"Yes, I wan na see your ass and cunt too, now get to it."

I was hesitating.

"I'm a minuscule outwear of your darn, you know ; I could get nasty. I could drag your ass out there and let them all have you stripped down and inspected for me. There are currently over fifty Male in my U. S. Army refugee camp and none of them would refuse a devoid walk inspection of a new female."

Resentful, I looked down at the floor and stood my land. I refused to subject myself to any Thomas More physical inspections. I refused to appear willing. I was not a slut. I had not given anyone any shit.

And the worst of it, I was not… beautiful.

I felt trapped between a rock-and-roll and a hard place. On one hand, I didn't want the others to see me bare. On the other, I couldn't let daddy check over me either, and hazard him finding me flawed or unappealing. turnkey all the feminist nonesuch, there wasn't a woman on this solid ground who didn't want to try that she was beautiful and desirable.

pa took a deep breath.

"Fuck this."

He seized me by the book binding of my neck opening as if gripping the scruff of a disobedient pet and threw me on my book binding across a wooden work judiciary. several token clunked and clattered before falling onto the storey, meeting their premature end.

I let out an involuntary scream of panic.

There was no more talking myself out of thing, no more fighting. He was going to sustain his way with me, one way or another.

"nookie record me that cunt, or I swear I will have you to wrench !"pappa yelled.

"Please, don't !"

"airstrip,"he said, a little calmer.

He lit a coffin nail, watching me wriggle before his imposing figure. He was apparently satisfied with the amount of fear he had just instilled in me. He looked so baleful, so alpha, in this minute, I barely even dared to suspire. Unbidden, a storage of him disciplining me as a kid surfaced. He used to larrup me so severe, I couldn't sit for a week straight. Now I feared he would demote me into pieces like plywood over his stifle, so I willed my hands to stop trembling and I pulled down my drawers, socks and panties. I let the items pile down on the storey and I used my hands to cover my teat and pussy.

"I said show me,"he breathed.

I closed my centre and I climbed on top of the bench, bringing my foundation to breathe upon its lash out edge. Daddy now had a clear view of me, all naked, all vulnerable, and at his mercy.

He came closer and leaned over my naked eubstance, blowing the sess in my nerve, his teeth clenched in a triumphant grin.

"You're so lovely, all banquet for me like that, little hussy,"he murmured, and with a quick jab of his helping hand, he extinguished the smoldering butt against the table, right future to my palm. It was close enough that I could find its hotness fading.

It was this intentional young lady, the spirit of burning wood, the proximity to danger, that fueled the realization that if I did want the easy way out, I had to state, to obey, after all.

I didn't want to be hurt, and so I begged, appealing to our hereditary bond.

"Please, pappa, don't hurt me, I'll be good, I'll be good, really !"

"Oh, I know you will, darlin ’,"he said, flicking the bushed fag away onto the floor."Try causing mischief when you're all spread out like that, naked and with all your fix on display for me to find fault from, see what happens."

I let out a mewl.

Instead of being even more scare by his give-and-take, I found I actually only disliked being physically hurt. But being made to strip and uncover myself was starting to become somewhat… hot. More so because daddy seemed to tope in the vision of me, as if he liked what he was seeing.

And daddy, well, he was no kink. He did not demand to beat me into submission, all he had needed to do was be himself, his imposing, self-assured ego, whose mere comportment commanded attending and obedience.

It was relatively loose to listen to him, despite a few hiccup here and there, like my insecurities.

"Are you a virgin ? Was that the problem, why you didn't want to evince me your pussy ? Has no one else seen this little precious fuckhole of yours, so perfectly lilliputian, just waiting for mortal's cock to wrack it ? You're so small, you're going to cry no thing how gentle your owner takes you,"he purred, his voice silky, wicked.

He had extended a mitt towards my privates and he was playing with my flesh there, making me sense a specific kind of good that was a tone above what I currently felt I should be letting my daddy do to me.

And the matter he was saying were making my entire body flush with shame.

"Poor innocuous picayune slut,"he mocked, and pinched my clit.

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