“ How about you give me a little show and take these off for me ?"dad gestured at the torn apparel 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 want you,"he taunted.

Tight-lipped, not wanting to sass him for the"worth the trouble"input and then put down myself into an even with child deal, I simply shook my head.

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

I wasn't one of those girls who could go across as a erotica example, with thousands of Instagram following and guy rope lining up to kiss my ass, literally and figuratively. My breasts were on the minuscule side and I was naturally slender - so much so, to the point my hip bones protruded and I looked a little elvish.

But I was sound, despite being so petite.

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

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

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

My clothes were so lacerate 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 don, 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 pelt 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 knuckle joint over my titty, humming appreciatively. He stopped to cup and matter one of my breasts, kneading it, squeezing it, and it was hard to remain unaffected by his handling of me. I let out a modest groan and daddy backed away as if I'd cursed him.

"You can take the rest off,"he said, his voice sounding a piffling weird.

"The rest ?"

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

I was hesitating.

"I'm a little tired of your shit, 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 dollar bill males in my army camp and none of them would refuse a free head inspection of a new female."

Resentful, I looked down at the storey and stood my priming coat. I refused to subject myself to any more strong-arm inspections. I refused to appear leave. I was not a slut. I had not given anyone any shit.

And the mop up of it, I was not… beautiful.

I felt trapped between a rock 'n' roll and a toilsome spot. On one hand, I didn't want the others to see me naked. On the former, I couldn't let daddy check me either, and peril him finding me flawed or unappealing. shag all the libber paragon, there wasn't a cleaning woman on this earth who didn't want to hear that she was beautiful and desirable.

Daddy took a inscrutable breath.

"screw this."

He seized me by the back of my neck as if gripping the nape of a disobedient pet and threw me on my rear across a wooden work bench. Several token clunked and clattered before falling onto the flooring, meeting their untimely end.

I let out an involuntary scream of panic.

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

"screw show me that snatch, or I swear I will give you to rick !"pop yelled.

"Please, don't !"

"strip,"he said, a little calmer.

He lit a coffin nail, watching me squirm before his imposing physical body. He was apparently satisfied with the amount of fear he had just instilled in me. He looked so menacing, so alpha, in this instant, I barely even dared to breathe. Unbidden, a remembering of him disciplining me as a kid surfaced. He used to spank me so severe, I couldn't sit for a week straight. Now I feared he would kick downstairs me into pieces like plyboard over his knee, so I willed my men to intercept trembling and I pulled down my pants, windsock and panties. I let the items pile down on the flooring and I used my hands to cover my tits and pussy.

"I said display me,"he breathed.

I closed my center and I climbed on top of the bench, bringing my feet to rest upon its labialize bound. Daddy now had a clear survey of me, all naked, all vulnerable, and at his mercy.

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

"You're so lovely, all spread for me like that, little slut,"he murmured, and with a quick jab of his hand, he extinguished the smoldering butt against the table, right succeeding to my palm. It was shut down enough that I could palpate its heat energy fading.

It was this intentional miss, the smell of burning wood, the proximity to danger, that fueled the recognition that if I did require the promiscuous way out, I had to submit, to obey, after all.

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

"Please, daddy, don't hurt me, I'll be good, I'll be in effect, really !"

"Oh, I know you will, darlin ’,"he said, flicking the dead cigarette away onto the trading floor."Try causing balefulness 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 fright by his quarrel, I found I actually only dislike being physically hurt. But being made to strip and debunk myself was starting to become somewhat… hot. More so because papa seemed to drink in the mess of me, as if he liked what he was seeing.

And daddy, well, he was no wrick. He did not ask to beat me into submission, 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 hiccough 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 little cute fuckhole of yours, so perfectly tiny, just waiting for someone's cock to wreck it ? You're so small, you're going to cry no matter how aristocratic your owner takes you,"he purred, his part silky, wicked.

He had extended a mitt towards my genitalia and he was playing with my pulp there, making me feel a particular kind of expert that was a step 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 outpouring with shame.

"Poor innocent short slovenly woman,"he mocked, and pinched my clit.

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