“ How about you give me a minuscule show and train these off for me ?"dad gestured at the charge clothes that still attempted to cover my adolescent body."I wan na see what I got myself here, if you're worth the problem 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 problem"commentary and then set down myself into an even bigger muddle, I simply shook my head.

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

I wasn't one of those lady friend who could pass as a porno theoretical account, with grand of Instagram followers and guy lining up to kiss my ass, literally and figuratively. My chest were on the smaller English and I was naturally thin out - so much so, to the point my hip bones protruded and I looked a minuscule elvish.

But I was healthy, despite being so petite.

Desirable, or at least fuckable, well, that was a unlike affair. I was still a virgin, after all. No guy had ever come knocking on mom's doorway to ask for me to anything, ever.

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

Daddy crossed the space between us in two unawares seconds, pulled on my shirt, tearing it straight up the heart, like it was made from spider silk - flimsy and delicate, same as me.

My clothes were so torn now, I stood no prospect of putting them back on after this was over. I prayed pa would leave me something, anything at all, to wear, after this wayward review of his.

I wrapped my munition over my bare chest, but daddy tugged again, and suddenly there were no more barriers between us.

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

My skin was breaking into goosebumps 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 weigh one of my breasts, kneading it, squeezing it, and it was hard to remain unmoved by his handling of me. I let out a humble moan and dada backed away as if I'd cursed him.

"You can bring the rest off,"he said, his voice sounding a niggling weird.

"The eternal sleep ?"

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

I was hesitating.

"I'm a little jade of your tinker's dam, you know ; I could get nasty. I could get behind your ass out there and let them all have you stripped down and inspected for me. There are currently over L males in my ground forces camp and none of them would refuse a free people passport inspection of a new female."

Resentful, I looked down at the floor and stood my ground. I refused to subject myself to any more than strong-arm inspection. I refused to come along leave. 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 naked. On the early, I couldn't let daddy check me either, and risk him finding me flawed or unlikable. ass all the feminist nonpareil, there wasn't a cleaning woman on this earth who didn't want to hear that she was beautiful and desirable.

daddy took a late breath.

"nookie this."

He seized me by the spinal column of my neck opening as if gripping the nucha of a disobedient pet and threw me on my binding across a wooden workplace Bench. Several items clunked and clattered before falling onto the floor, meeting their untimely end.

I let out an involuntary shriek of panic.

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

"nookie show me that slit, or I swear I will pass on you to Rick !"Daddy yelled.

"Please, don't !"

"funnies,"he said, a little calmer.

He lit a cigarette, watching me squirm before his imposing bod. He was apparently satisfied with the amount of veneration he had just instilled in me. He looked so forbidding, so alpha, in this mo, I barely even dared to breathe. Unbidden, a memory of him disciplining me as a kid surfaced. He used to paddle me so toilsome, I couldn't sit for a hebdomad straight. Now I feared he would burst me into small-arm like plyboard over his knee joint, so I willed my manus to finish trembling and I pulled down my pants, wind sleeve and panties. I let the items pile down on the floor and I used my hands to get across my titmouse and pussy.

"I said show me,"he breathed.

I closed my eyes and I climbed on top of the judiciary, bringing my feet to lie upon its rounded edge. pa now had a take in prospect of me, all naked, all vulnerable, and at his mercy.

He came closer and leaned over my au naturel consistency, blowing the smoke in my cheek, his teeth clenched in a victorious grin.

"You're so lovely, all spread for me like that, little slut,"he murmured, and with a immediate jab of his bridge player, he extinguished the smoldering butt against the table, right adjacent to my palm. It was close enough that I could feel its heating system fading.

It was this knowing miss, the smell of burning wood, the proximity to danger, that fueled the realization that if I did want the gentle way out, I had to submit, to obey, after all.

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

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

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

I let out a mewl.

Instead of being even more frightened by his lyric, I found I actually only disliked being physically hurt. But being made to strip and discover myself was starting to become somewhat… hot. More so because papa seemed to drink in the wad of me, as if he liked what he was seeing.

And dad, well, he was no kink. He did not need to bunk me into compliance, all he had needed to do was be himself, his imposing, self-assured self, whose mere front commanded attention and obedience.

It was relatively easy 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 show me your pussy ? Has no one else seen this lilliputian cute fuckhole of yours, so perfectly lilliputian, just waiting for someone's cock to wreck it ? You're so little, you're going to cry no matter how gentle your owner takes you,"he purred, his vocalism silky, wicked.

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

And the things he was saying were making my entire trunk flush with shame.

"poor innocent little trollop,"he mocked, and pinched my clit.

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