“Daddy, I’m so sorry,” she sobbed.
He held her face in his hands and whispered sharply, “You need to be taught a lesson.”
She had disappointed him greatly. He’d called for her early in the morning. He’d needed her to please him, to serve him. She was his little slut, his cunt baby. But, she’d ignored his calls, wanting to sleep a little longer. She was so tired. Daddy had kept her up so very late.
“What are you?!” He demanded an answer.
She didn’t look at him, she couldn’t. Tears welled up in her eyes. She was so very sorry. “I’m your slut Daddy.”
“What else!” He screamed.
“I am your whore. I live only to please you Daddy. I am so very sorry, it’s just that I was so very tired...and....” She muttered.
He slapped her hard across the face, stopping her mid-sentence.
“I do not want excuses. Respect me enough not to even try to give me your pathetic reasons for your disobedience.” He said in a very stern and cold voice.
It chilled the blood in her veins. Daddy is a very loving and gracious person. She had never seen him so angry.
“Yes Daddy, I am sorry.” She whimpered.
“Look at me.” He barked.
She looked up into his eyes. There she saw something she’d never seen. His eyes were not soft, they had turned into cold dark pools of anger.
Suddenly he turned and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him. She did not know what to think or feel. Where was he going? What was she to do? Was she to follow him?
Minutes passed. Silence.
She looked down at herself and realized she’d broken more than one rule. Not only did she not come when he’d called, but she was wearing a t-shirt to cover her small thin build. She’d gotten cold in the middle of the night, and put it on. But Daddy had one very strict rule. She was always to be naked for him in the house; to be ready to please him if he asked.
She quicky threw off the shirt, and kneeled in front of the door; her legs spread, back straight, hands on her knees - palms up, and eyes cast downward. She knew he’d be back, and she wanted to show him the respect he deserved.
Suddenly the door banged open. He marched in, and saw her.
“This small attempt at forgiveness is not going to cut it little girl.” He said coldly.
She didn’t see what he’d brought with him, for she dared not to look up for even a second. She trembled slightly as she kneeled in front of him. His body towered before her. He was a very handsome man, 20 years her senior - thin, muscular build, and greying hair. He’d taken her in when she was just 18, and shown her what her true purpose was.