It was midnight on a cold January day and I had just gotten home after a long day. The lights were off in the house so I assumed that dad was already asleep in his room. Mom had left us shortly after I was born and dad had never remarried so it was just the two of us in the house.
I decided to take a shower before heading to bed. I had just gotten out of the shower and was drying off when suddenly the door opened and my dad walked in. We both stared at each other for a few seconds before he turned and walked away. I didn't think anything strange had happened. It was just an accident. I would soon find out just how wrong I was.
I put on my nightshirt and went to bed, thinking about what I wanted to do the next, which was a Saturday. I drifted off about 5 minutes later only to be woken by hands roughly grabbing me and dragging me down the hall. I was thrown on a bed and then quickly tied so that I was spread eagle. I looked up and finally realized that it was my dad who was doing this to me.
"Ha-ha dad. You can stop now, it's a funny joke."
"This is no joke. I'm sick of you parading around here in skimpy little outfits. You're a slut just like your mother. You can't keep your legs closed for any man so I'm taking what should rightfully be mine."
"Daddy no! You can't do this! It's wrong!"