I had just got home from school and it was still early so no one should have been home. I was the only one up when I left so they didn't see that I had worn my mini and a tank. If they had, they never would have let me out of the house. I was just going to run upstairs and change before dad got home, then I wouldn't get in trouble.
"What the fuck are you wearing young lady!?" Shit, why was he home? He shouldn't be home for another hour. "Answer me Anna."
"Umm..... I thought it would be okay to wear." God, did I really just say that? Did I really just lie through my teeth to daddy? Fuck, I'm going to be in so much trouble.
"Since when has it ever been okay to wear something like that? You look like a cheap whore!" He slapped me so hard I hit my head on the cabinet next to me.
"I'm sorry daddy, I'll go change. Matter of fact I was getting ready to go change anyway." I made to duck past him and go upstairs, but he stopped me. He grabbed my arm and pulled me closer to him.
"No, you will not change. If you want to dress like a whore I'll treat you like one." He pulled me to the counter and pushed me up against it.
"Daddy what are you doing?" I tried to pull away and he just held me tighter. He put his feet between mine and pushed my legs apart. "Daddy please stop."
"I told you, if you're going to dress like a slut I'll treat you like one. You will learn not to disobey me again. Do you want to know why I don't want you wearing this shit?" He grabbed my tank and tore it off of me, exposing my breasts. I made a move to cover them up and he hit me.
"Keep your hands at your sides. Otherwise, I will hit you again. I don't want to but you will learn. And I will teach you just like I taught your slut mother."
"How dare you talk about my mother like that!" I raised my hand to hit him but he got me first. I started crying and begging him to stop hitting me but he told me to shut up or he would hit me again so I tried my best to stop crying. He let me calm down a bit and then he decided to explain himself, and a good portion of it with touches.
"I don't like you wearing these clothes because it gives me thoughts I shouldn't have. For so long I have wanted nothing more than to fuck you. To fuck you like you have never been fucked before. Because you still insist on wearing these clothes, you have given me permission." He started touching and rubbing my breasts, playing with my nipples. He rolled them between his thumb and forefinger, tweaked, and pulled them. God it felt good, but there was no way I was going to let him know that.
I closed my eyes trying to escape it. Hoping I could go to my happy place and imagine it was someone else, anyone else, but he grabbed my face and turned my head down to look at him. Then he started licking, flicking his tongue over my already hard nipples. I let an involuntary shudder and moan and he smiled. He took the invitation and slid his hands over my belly to the hem of my skirt, and up it.
"Daddy please stop." I whined. "Please this isn't right daddy and you know it." I tried again to move away but he stopped me. Only this time, thankfully he didn't hit me again. He just held me tighter.