"Thank you for calling, Mr. Rochester. I will definitely be talking with her about this immediately, and I promise you that it will never be a problem again." Roger ended the call and leaned back in his car seat. That was the last call he was expecting when he answered the phone as he was pulling into his driveway, and now he had to go deal with the problem on his hands.
When Roger opened the door, he could see his daughter's coat strewn over a kitchen table chair and a cutting board with a knife and apple core left on the counter. "Like clockwork," Roger mumbled to himself as he hung up her coat and cleaned up the remnants of her after-school snack. Satisfied that everything was now in order, he took a deep breath and then began the walk to her room.
As he walked down the hallway, he could see the door was ajar. No noise was coming from her room, but he knew she was in there. He knocked lightly, and then harder when he didn't get a response, slowly pushing the door open.
"Dina, honey, we need to talk," he said from the door.
Roger watched as his daughter looked up at him with boredom in her eyes, the general state for the high schooler these days. She lay on her stomach in her bed listening to music, legs kicked in the air, her floral skirt sliding up the back of her thighs. Slowly she pulled the headphones from her ears, sat up, and swung her legs over the side of her bed to face her father, waiting with disinterest.
"Honey, I just got off the phone with your science teacher, Mr. Rochester. Do you know why he would be calling me?"
"No idea," but Roger noticed that she wouldn't meet his eyes.
Roger walked in with heavy steps, pulled up a chair so he was sitting in front of her, and lifted her chin with his finger so that she was now meeting his gaze.
"Young lady, I'm going to ask you again, and you're going to tell me the truth this time. Do you understand?"
Though he had not yelled or even raised his voice, Dina could almost feel the seriousness in his words. She nodded, her eyes never leaving his.
"Why did Mr. Rochester have to call me today?"
Blushing slightly, Dina replied, "He caught me touching myself in class today."
"And why were you doing that?"
"I was bored. I do that when I'm bored." Though still blushing, Dina's face settled into one of adolescent contempt, as if the answer were obvious and understood. "None of the other kids even noticed what I was doing."
Roger felt his cock twitch at her words and her look, but kept his eyes on hers. "Dina, do you understand how much trouble you could get in for this? Mr. Rochester said you could face suspension for this but he wanted to talk with me before saying anything to the principal. You're eighteen, a senior; you should know better than that."
"Mr. Rochester won't say anything to the principal," Dina replied with a smirk. "He liked what I was doing."
Roger's eyes widened, and he shifted to hide his hardening cock. "Why, um, do you say that?"
"He watched me," she said, and Roger noticed that she, too, was shifting in her seat. "Even though no one around me noticed anything, I saw that he had, and he didn't say anything. He just...watched."
"Did you like that he was watching you?" asked Roger in a husky voice.
"Yes," Dina said, the blush returning but without any look of shame.
Roger hesitated, weighing his words carefully in his mind, looking at his daughter, aware of her slightly splayed legs, hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, eyes filled with want.
"Show me."
Dina's eyes widened slightly, but she gave a small smile and slid to the edge of the bed and pulled up her skirt, exposing herself to her father; Roger exhaled with a small moan when he saw that she wasn't wearing panties. She smiled even more at this reaction, and slowly ran her fingers through her soft tuft of hair and circled them around her clit, switching between that and dipping one finger into her wetness.
Roger's cock swelled and strained against his pants, but he simply sat there, watching his daughter play with herself for him. He could sense her arousal growing, her nipples hardening and showing through her thin shirt, the wetness in her cunt dripping onto her bed.
