Before the story begins, I want to thank you, Theron, for helping me write this, for keeping my imagination flowing, among keeping other things flowing as well;)
Daddy always told me to be a good girl; he said that if I were bad, bad things would happen to me. I am not talking about bad things that will get you sent to jail, I’m talking about bad things that a woman and man do together. Daddy said that all women were whores, and they were that way because they didn’t know how to control themselves. Momma, according to Daddy, was a whore, she left us, ran off with another man, and Daddy has always taking the opportunity to let me know just how much of a slut my Momma was, and how to avoid it.
Growing up in this world made me shy, and afraid of my father. He would give me odd looks when I was a child, and would ask me everyday, after I had started to develop into a woman if I was having sex. When I would reassure him that I wasn’t, he’d look at me suspiciously but say nothing more. I’m older now, 19, and though I still live with my father, I’ve distanced myself from him. He hasn’t gotten anymore strange, but I’ve become bad, the type of woman that Daddy hates, and I don’t want to let him down.
I couldn’t help it really, I had my first sexual experience when I was 18, and from there on out, I couldn’t stop it. Sex felt so good, and I thought that maybe a little of my mother had rubbed off on me, and I felt some how closer to her. Daddy still asked if I was having sex, and I’d still tell him no, but I really didn’t think he believed me, lying has never been a specialty of mine. I would soon find out that Daddy knew everything.
I was at the top of the stairs, about ready to come down them to have my breakfast, and go off to work, when Daddy stepped around the corner. I knew, somehow, that he had found out. His face was contorted with so much anger that I had to hold back a gasp of surprise and fear when I looked at him. He clenched his teeth as he began to speak to me, and he held something in his hand.
“Get down those stairs right now young lady!”
I trotted quickly down them, but stopped right at the bottom, I didn’t want to come anywhere near him. I saw what he held in his hands, a pair of my panties. I have done my own laundry since I was small, and I didn’t understand why he had them. He held them at my accusingly.
“What’s this?”
I jumped back at his voice.
“Answer me!”
“A pair of panties, Daddy. Why are you going through my things?”
“Don’t question me you little harlot! What’s in them?”
“Daddy!”
I began to cry; I had sneaked out of my house last night, ha imagine that, a grown woman still sneaking out of her father’s house, and went to a boyfriend’s house of mine, where we fucked for hours, before I came home. I knew what where in those panties; I had been too tired last night to wash them when I got home.
“Answer me child!”
“I’m not a child!”
Daddy moved with quickness that I never knew possible, and grabbed my wrist. He twisted my arm behind me and held me close to him. He thrust the panties in my face, and screamed the question again.
“Cum, Daddy, it’s cum!”
“What have you been doing? Have you been a bad girl?”
“No!”
“Yes you have, this isn’t your cum is it? You haven’t just been up in your room masturbating with a pair of panties on have you?”
“No, it’s not mine.”
My voice sounded defeated as I spoke, and Daddy whirled me around to face him.
“You’ve turned out just like her! Just like that slut I married, but I’ll teach you. I’ll teach you how to be good!”
“Daddy?”
He seemed far away, his eyes taken on a far off look, but his mouth came down into a sneer that made me yelp when I looked at him. He didn’t say anything to me, but dragged me back up the stairs, to his bedroom. He sat on me after he threw me on the bed, and to my surprise brought lines of rope that were tied to the bottom of the bed to my wrists.
“Daddy? Daddy! What are you doing? Why are those on your bed?”
“I’ve been preparing.”
“For what?”
“For this. I knew my little girl was becoming a whore, and now I’ll teach you.”
“You’ll teach me what, Daddy?”
“How to stay loyal to one man, you little bitch!”
“Daddy? You realize that I’m your daughter, right?’
“You’re a whore. I was going to keep you. I was going to save you, keep you pure, unlike that tramp of a mother of yours. But you gone and fucked that up!”
“Daddy, what are you going to do to me?”
I wasn’t concerned about his ramblings; I’d heard it all before.
“I’m going to keep you. I’m going to show you how to love one man.”
“Love how, Daddy? I love you.”
“No you don’t. If you loved me you would have stayed true to me, but you didn’t. You went off and found someone else.”
“But Daddy, I can’t have sex with you. I’m your daughter!”
“You’ll do whatever I tell you to.”
“But you just can’t! It’s not right!”
“That’s all I ever wanted. For you to love me. I was going to wait until you were a little older before I took you as mine. I figured all my teachings had some effect on you, and that you would stay mine, but that didn’t happen, and now I have to teach you the hard way.”
I couldn’t believe it, all those times that Daddy talked about loving only one man, he’d talked about himself. He had always wanted me to become his surrogate wife.
“Daddy, you can’t do this. I’m your fucking daughter for god’s sake!”
He slapped me.
