Anna's Adjustment

Insert all disclaimers. I'm new at this. Thank you all for your feedback, I hope you enjoy Ch. 2. We're getting there, it's a process ;)

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As Anna stood before her father in front of his desk, door closed, hands behind her head, completely nude with her legs now spread far enough apart that her bare pussy lips were parted for her father to see, her nipples hardened from the cool air and her own tears streaking down her body; Anna watched as her father reached for his camera and stood from his desk.

"You're doing well, sweetheart." Anna continued to sob. Michael took a serious of photos of his sweet daughter as she stood before him humiliated and exposed, terrified for anyone to knock on the door and find her like this. Every click of his camera caused her to wince in horror. Michael moved around his daughter's body while she stood still, knowing better than to squirm from his view.

"Anna, I need you to understand, based on your behavior, part of what is going to happen every day moving forward will be an internal inspection. There are some things I am going to be looking for every time I examine you. You will not be permitted to leave this house without an inspection, and you will be inspected again when you arrive home."

Anna broke into a new round of tears and curled down towards the floor, grabbing her knees close to her chest, her long dark chocolate hair falling around her shuddering shoulders. She looked up at her father, "please, Daddy, I'm so sorry. I promise, I didn't mean to upset you. Please let me go to my room, I'll stay home, I'll do whatever you tell me to do, but please," she paused to sob, caught her breath, "please don't make me do this."

Michael reached out his hand to his daughter to her stand up straight once again. Anna's tear soaked face was hiding behind her long hair that she was clearly hiding behind. "Pull your hair up," Michael instructed. Looking at the hair tie on her wrist, she followed her father's commands between tears and sniffles; with everything happening, she had forgotten to spread her feet apart and open her legs after her father had raised her from the ground.

"Alright Anna, I need these photos, and the longer you draw this out, the harder this is going to be. You're going to sit in this chair, and you're going to get used to doing so with your bare bottom on the seat, and your legs wide open and hooked over each arm of the chair. Believe me, I don't want to have to secure you open, so let's see if you can do as you're told."

Terrified at the thought of her father tying her to his office chair with her legs spread wide open for him, Anna thought it best to comply. She slowly crawled into the chair still shuddering and crying. One by one, she stretched each leg over its respective chair arm, avoiding all eye contact with her father. She tried to cover her open pussy with her hands. Michael immediately let her know that wasn't going to be an option, grabbing her wrists and placing them on the arms of the chair, with a stern look that needed no words. Anna complied.

Taking the arms of the chair, Michael turned the chair towards a better angle with ease, and Anna's horror. He stepped between his daughter's legs, as Anna noted her father's camera was still on the edge of the desk. "Sweetheart, I know you're scared. Try to relax. Daddy is going to touch you now."

Anna cried and closed her eyes and knees. Michael gripped her legs and gently spread them wide apart, "Anna, you're going to want to keep them spread wide open yourself, trust me." With fear instilled, Anna opened up her bare pussy to her father, naïve to the fact he was also in full view of her rosebud, looking at her hard nipples on her teenage breasts.

His little girl was finally fully exposed him, and she was beginning to get the picture.

Michael moved between Anna's legs and put one hand on the left arm of the chair for his positioning, under Anna's arm. He loomed over his daughter and started by running his right hand over her breasts softly, one at a time. He avoided touching her erect nipples, for a minute. Then he began rolling one between his fingers. Anna scared herself when she let out a moan, then the tears started again. Michael worked his daughter's nipples for several minutes, moving between gentle and slightly more aggressive. He wanted to show his daughter how her body was reacting.

Anna was in fact feeling the shame from her very spread pussy growing wet, and her father was watching as it swelled and his daughter's clit hardened. Standing between her legs looming over his daughter with one hand on the arm of the chair, Michael moved down her body with his other hand, grazing her pussy softly before placing his palm over her clit and holding her with his fingers towards his daughter's bottom. He wasn't ready to enter her, but pressing harder against her with his whole hand, Michael wanted his little girl to understand who was in charge of her body.

Anna started to moan with the feeling of her father's hand holding her like this. Michael was pleased and let out approving sounds in return. He then began tickling her very hard clit with his middle finger, Anna gasped. She was starting to throb and knew she was visibly wet for her father. He ran his same finger down her sopping slit and slowly spread her lips apart for him to access.

Michael listened to his daughter's breathing as he slowly moved his finger over Anna's slit, and she waited for him to push his finger inside her, which he began to do. The feeling of his finger first entering her sent feelings through Anna's body that she had no idea how to handle. Mortified, she found herself pushing her hips down in the chair to feel more of her father's fingers inside her. The tears continued. And Michael slowly slid another finger inside his sweet daughter.

Anna was moaning now with her head thrown backwards over the chair, still trying to maintain silence for fear of detection from her siblings now home from school. Michael leaned down and whispered into his daughter's ear, "this is what Daddy is going to be doing every day, before you leave the house, and when you come home. Daddy needs to know how wet you are at all times. What makes this pussy wet. How your body responds to certain things that are going to happen. And for you to learn your body through this. Daddy is in charge now." With that, Michael slid a finger over Anna's tight rosebud, pressed gently without entering, gave her a kiss, and stepped away. Michael had his daughter get dressed, freeing her to leave to get started on her homework. "I'll see you back here in the morning 30 minutes before you leave for school. I would suggest, you should be on time" After she wiped herself and her tears, and scurried out, Michael cleaned up the mess his daughter had left in his chair, looking forward to her visit the next morning.