"How was your day, my little sweet biscuit?" Ethan Wolfe called out when he heard the front door open.
His sweet 18 year old daughter Penny toed off her shoes and bounced over to the dining room table where Ethan was working on some datasheets for the office.
Penny was wearing the summer uniform of Seamouth Secondary. She had on a see-through button up with a large purple ribbon around the neck. This did nothing to hide her bare tits and their large brown areolas that created little peaks in the soft fabric. She also wore a short pleated plaid purple skirt that only just skimmed the top of her thighs. Her school mandated buttplug flashed between her pert asscheeks everytime she leaned forward, displaying the silver name tag that hung from it. The shortness of her skirt showed off her toned and golden thighs. Her long and dark and straight hair had been corralled into two braids topped with purple ribbons. Those same braids had been very neat this morning, but someone had evidently used them as their intended purposes: handholds!
"It was great, daddy," Penny said with a big smile. She put her bookbag on the chair and went to the kitchen to get herself a snack.
Ethan watched her purple skirt bounce with each step, flipping up to expose the silver little tag on the base of her buttplug that read "Penny Wolfe" and her moist cunt lips. The insides of her thighs were damp as well, an effect of riding her dildo bike to-and-from school every single day.
Honestly, sending her to Seamouth Secondary was one of the best ideas he had so far. Proper sexual submission education used to be a thing that only the upperclass could afford because it was kept out of 'normal' schools. People who wanted their daughters to become proper slave wifes had to send their children to 'Finishing Boarding Schools' that costs thousands of dollars. While they were certainly effective, Ethan hated the idea of being too far away from his daughter. The girls who attended those schools were often introduced to wealthy young men who would marry the girls and take them back to their houses afterwards and Ethan didn't want to lose his daughter so soon.
People who couldn't pay the expensive schooling fees might settle for a submission camp over the summer, or resorted to homeschooling their daughters.
Seamouth Secondary was a blended learning day school. Students in Year 1 to 10 learned all the usual things like Math, Science, and the like. In Year 11, the girls started learning about the psychology of submission whereas the boys would learn about the responsibilities of dominance on top of their usual classes. Then in Year 12, they began practical submission and domination classes.
Studies were still conflicted on whether these blended learning schools were effective in producing submissive wives, but seeing how Penny was so happy to be here, so confident and comfortable with her nudity and the idea of submission, Ethan was pretty sure he made the right choice.
The skimpy Year 12 summer uniform helped as well.
Penny came back into the dining room with a Dr Pepper in her hand and a bowl of chips in the other.
"Anything special happen?" Ethan prompted her as he pushed his chair away from the table.
Penny went over to him and kissed his cheek, setting the bowl down and perching her ass on the edge of his knee. Her name tag swung against Ethan's jean-clad thigh.
"Mmm, Oaklynn and I were paired up in scissoring class today. She wasn't very good at it though." Penny scrunched her nose cutely, "I got As for my Math and History quizzes last week! There's a field trip to the Space museum coming up in Autumn. And Oral exams on deepthroating start soon."
Penny's smile faltered a little.
Ever attuned to his daughter's moods, Ethan squeezed her thigh with one hand and reached up to rub her nipple with the other. It prompted a little gasp and moan from her, but Penny didn't otherwise react to being groped by her father anymore. It was proof of how she had come to accept that her body belonged to her father and he was free to grope and use her as he pleased.
"Hey, sweetie, tell me what's wrong?" he cajoled her.
Penny sighed.
"Mr Rucker is a hardass when it comes to grading submission classes," she pouted, "Everyone's talking about how hard it is to pass on the first try," she frowned, "I guess I'm kind of worried that I'll fail too."
Penny got up, abandoning her father's roaming hands and her Dr Pepper.
"He keeps going on about how deepthroating is the ultimate act of submission and how it's so important for every girl to be able to do it, and we have to practice 3 hours a day to make sure we can swallow a cock whole by the time we graduate or no man is going to want us! As if our throats are the only holes that matter!" Penny crossed her arms and sulked.
Ethan stifled a laugh at how indignant his daughter sounded. He knew that her shelf was filled with painal romances where male leads taught their love interests the joys of anal agony by brutal violation of a helpless shithole, or ones where the strong female leads submitted to painal in order to please the man they liked, only to discover that the act brought them peace and fulfillment.
The older man reached out and tugged his daughter back down to straddle his lap. She went with a soft huff and uncrossed her arms so that her father could tease her nipples again.
"What's the grading rubric?" Ethan asked, trying to keep a straight face while he was faced with his dear daughter's lusty chest. She definitely inherited these from her mother, he thought. They were large and lightly tanned, the outline of her bikini fading as she began to bask nude on the beach or go topless when she went out.
"We have to do 10 minutes in each position, during which we will be tested on tongue position, throat depth, stamina, attitude and-oh!" Penny let out a small gasp when her father sucked on her areola through her sheer top.
She moaned softly and pushed her teen tits out so that her father could have better access.
"And?" Ethan rubbed his large hands up her slender sides, squeezing her waist briefly before pulling her higher up onto his lap. Her bare cunt was starting to juice in anticipation of cock.
"We can't stop even if we puke, and we have to perform a throatpie or else it's an automatic fail," Penny gasped.
"What about nosecums," Ethan said with a little smirk, sliding one hand between Penny's thighs to swipe at her bald pussy. The teenager moaned eagerly, trying to grind down on her father's fingers.
"If we get a nosecum instead of a throatpie, then Mr Rucker will give us another shot at the throatpie without the rest of the exam," Penny said. She whined in protest when her father withdrew his fingers and wiped them on her skirt.
"That sounds like a reasonable rubric," Ethan said, "I know that it sounds like a very difficult test, but your teacher is right. Being able to swallow cock is one of the things that men look for in girls, and it's extremely important that you never waste a man's gift of cum! Which is why throatpies are part of your curriculum!"
"But daddy, I get so nervous when people are watching, I don't think I have the stamina or the technique to pass! Who has 3 hours a day to practice anyway?" Penny sulked.
Ethan laughed and smoothed her flyaways down with one hand.
"He's definitely exaggerating," he assured his daughter, "But why don't you go upstairs to your room and wait while I put away my work? I'll help you study every single day until you pass this exam!"
Penny perked up, her tits jiggling under her sheer top as she did so.
"Really daddy?" she asked eagerly.
"Of course, sweetheart!" Ethan nodded, "Now go on!"
Penny immediately slid off her father's lap and ran up the stairs, her chips and Dr Pepper completely forgotten.
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