Candace sighed as she washed the mountain of dirty dinner dishes. She had no idea how her dearly departed mother had cheerfully kept up with all the housework that came with a husband, 6 sons and 1 daughter.
Candace's mom died when she was 11. Her father had told them all that they had to all pitch in to keep up the chores. But as soon as Candace had turned 18, it all had fallen onto her shoulders.
Her father, Tom, took her aside on her 18th birthday, less than a month ago and explained her new role to her. "Candy," he said, "Now that you are 18 it is time for you to assume your proper role in this house. You will be married soon and..."
"Daddy!", she had interrupted, "I was planning on going to college! I'm not getting married anytime soon at all!"
Candace's father gave her a stern look. He had icy blue eyes that cut right through her. He had always been a strict, no-nonsense man. "Young lady, you will be married by the time you are 19. I have already arranged for it. I have a good name to keep and the gentleman whose son you will be marrying is expecting a proper and well trained wife for his boy. Now, your mother was a good woman. It didn't take much to keep her in line. Your husband will treat you like a princess and give you whatever your heart desires. But, you must obey him and do his bidding. That includes a well kept home, well behaved children, and of course available to him sexually."
Candace was shocked. Her father had never spoken to her this way. She wondered if it had been this way for her mother. She remembered her mother never once disagreed with her father and always seemed more than happy working around the house.
"Daddy, why? Why can't I go to college? I don't want to be married. You can't make me!" Candace stopped immediately when she saw the look in her father's eye. She knew she had gone too far. Her father slapped her across the face hard.
"That's enough. No man will ever tolerate such a mouth. You have 3 older brothers still living in this house. We will expect our supper at 7 tonight." With that he dismissed her.
So, for the past moth, Candace had been running around trying to keep up. It wasn't easy and she was tired.
This is ridiculous, she thought. I need a break. She left the dishes and went to the living room to watch a little television and relax. She stretched out on the couch and admired herself. She had grown from a stick thin girl into a beautiful woman. Too bad it's going to waste, she thought as she ran her hands over her large, supple breasts. They had never been touched by any man. Her father had forbidden dating. She never knew why until he explained her arranged marriage. She looked at her long, shapely legs. She never thought she'd need to stand on them so much! Soon Candace found herself drifting off into a well deserved sleep.
She awoke with a start to hear her name being screamed. "Candace! Candace!" Her father was standing over her. "Why is the kitchen a mess? Do you wish us to live like pigs?" He grabbed her by her thick, full dark brown hair and jerked her off the sofa. He dragged her into the kitchen.
"This? This is what I work hard for?"
"Daddy, I'm sorry, I was just so tired." Candace began to tremble and cry.
Her father slapped her across the face. "No excuses from you! This is utterly unacceptable. I was hoping I wouldn't have to resort to punishment, but, like your mother you need to have an iron hand ruling over you." It was then that Tom noticed for the first time his daughter's well developed body. She was wearing a clingy t-shirt and short shorts. As he looked closer he noticed she was without a bra. He nipples were erect against the stretchy fabric.
"I also see you have taken to dressing like a whore. Get back into the living room, now!" Candace ran from the kitchen.
