“ How about you give me a little show and take away these off for me ?"Daddy gestured at the lacerate dress that still attempted to track my stripling trunk."I wan na see what I got myself here, if you're worth the fuss of re-educating. Maybe in the end no man would even want you,"he taunted.

Tight-lipped, not wanting to sass him for the"worth the bother"remark and then land myself into an even bragging heap, I simply shook my head.

I didn't feel convinced in my physical structure at all.

I wasn't one of those girls who could pass as a porno manikin, with thousands of Instagram followers and guys lining up to snog my ass, literally and figuratively. My white meat were on the smaller side and I was naturally slim - so much so, to the point my hip bones protruded and I looked a little elvish.

But I was healthy, despite being so petite.

Desirable, or at least fuckable, well, that was a different affair. I was still a virgin, after all. No guys had ever come knocking on mom's door to invite me to anything, ever.

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

Daddy crossed the blank between us in two short minute, pulled on my shirt, tearing it straight up the middle, like it was made from wanderer silk - flimsy and delicate, same as me.

My dress were so torn now, I stood no luck of putting them back on after this was over. I prayed dada would pay me something, anything at all, to jade, after this perverse inspection of his.

I wrapped my arms over my bare breast, 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 pilomotor reflex at his fiery touch. He was looking intently at me, as if he was appraising a piece of art, all the patch he was running his knucks over my bosom, humming appreciatively. He stopped to cup and press one of my white meat, kneading it, squeezing it, and it was hard to remain untouched by his handling of me. I let out a pocket-size moan and daddy backed away as if I'd cursed him.

"You can take the eternal sleep off,"he said, his voice sounding a minuscule weird.

"The rest ?"

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

I was hesitating.

"I'm a little old-hat of your turd, you know ; I could get nasty. I could tangle your ass out there and let them all have you stripped down and inspected for me. There are currently over fifty males in my army camp and none of them would refuse a free crack review of a new female."

Resentful, I looked down at the flooring and stood my primer coat. I refused to subjugate myself to any more strong-arm review. I refused to come along willing. I was not a fornicatress. I had not given anyone any shit.

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

I felt trapped between a rock and a hard office. On one hand, I didn't want the others to see me naked. On the other, I couldn't let daddy find out me either, and risk him finding me flawed or unappealing. piece of tail all the feminist apotheosis, there wasn't a woman on this earth who didn't want to pick up that she was beautiful and desirable.

pop took a deep breath.

"fucking this."

He seized me by the back of my neck as if gripping the scruff of a disobedient pet and threw me on my rear across a wooden oeuvre bench. several items clunked and clattered before falling onto the floor, meeting their untimely end.

I let out an nonvoluntary sidesplitter of panic.

There was no more talking myself out of affair, no more fight. He was going to stimulate his way with me, one way or another.

"shag show me that cunt, or I swear I will contribute you to turn !"daddy yelled.

"Please, don't !"

"flight strip,"he said, a little calmer.

He lit a fag, watching me wriggle before his imposing figure. He was apparently satisfied with the measure of fear he had just instilled in me. He looked so menacing, so alpha, in this moment, I barely even dared to breathe. Unbidden, a memory of him disciplining me as a kid surfaced. He used to spank me so hard, I couldn't sit for a calendar week straight. Now I feared he would split up me into piece like plywood over his knee joint, so I willed my handwriting to kibosh trembling and I pulled down my pants, socks and panties. I let the point pile down on the floor and I used my hands to insure my nipple and pussy.

"I said display me,"he breathed.

I closed my eyes and I climbed on top of the Bench, bringing my feet to rest upon its rounded boundary. dad now had a clear view of me, all naked, all vulnerable, and at his mercy.

He came closer and leaned over my defenseless body, blowing the grass in my face, his teeth clenched in a triumphant grin.

"You're so lovely, all spread for me like that, little jade,"he murmured, and with a straightaway jab of his bridge player, he extinguished the smoldering butt against the table, right side by side to my palm. It was tight enough that I could feel its heat fading.

It was this intentional miss, the spirit of burning Wood, the proximity to danger, that fueled the recognition that if I did need the loose 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, daddy, don't hurt me, I'll be safe, I'll be good, really !"

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

I let out a mewl.

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

And daddy, well, he was no Rick. He did not involve to beat me into submission, all he had needed to do was be himself, his imposing, self-confident self, whose mere presence 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 bear witness me your pussy ? Has no one else seen this trivial cute fuckhole of yours, so perfectly tiny, just waiting for someone's cock to wrack it ? You're so small, you're going to cry no matter how patrician your proprietor takes you,"he purred, his vocalization silky, wicked.

He had extended a hand towards my private and he was playing with my flesh there, making me sense a specific variety of secure that was a gradation above what I currently felt I should be letting my daddy do to me.

And the matter he was saying were making my integral body rosiness with shame.

"poor sinless little slut,"he mocked, and pinched my clit.

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