What happened? My sweet little girl had turned into a monster. When she was twelve, she was sweetness and light. Sometime during her thirteenth year, her head popped open and her brain fell out. Now, six years later, she was still looking for it. She had graduated high school only after I threatened to beat her to death. After graduation, she had turned into a genuine bitch. My wife of twenty five years died suddenly of brain cancer and I was left alone to care for the spawn of Satan.
At two o'clock in the morning, the door bell rang. I groggily got out of bed and opened the front door. There stood Marilyn, obviously drunk, in the company of two police officers.
"Is this yours?" one of the asked.
I almost denied it. I wanted to deny it. "Yeah, that's mine," I confessed. "Where did you find her?"
"She was at a party. Five of the other kids are in jail and two of them are in the hospital. You should have a serious talk with her. Next time, we'll toss her in the clink and she won't be out anytime soon."
I came within an inch of telling him to haul her carcass to jail. "Alright officer, I'll see what I can do."
They turned her loose and she staggered into the living room and crashed on the couch as I shut the door.
I walked over to her and started to speak, but I could see she was in no condition to talk. I sat on the couch and pulled her feet up into my lap. That way, she couldn't wander off without waking me up. I fell asleep.
When I woke up, she was still passed out, snoring softly. It was eight in the morning. I figured six hours was plenty of sleep for a drunk. I stood up, grabbed her ankles, hoisted her ass off the couch and slapped her butt as hard as I could. She tried hard to sit up, but I'm a very strong man and she couldn't fight the hold I had on her legs.
"Ow, daddy," she cried, as another blow landed on her butt.
I paid no attention to her. I slapped her ass again.
"Let me go you son of a bitch!" she shrieked.
"Shut up, slut!" I roared. "You're gonna pay the price for being a solid, tin plated bitch!" I slapped her again.
"I'll turn you in to the police," she threatened.
"Would that be the same ones who brought your drunken ass home at two o'clock this morning? Go ahead. I'm sure they'll all get a good laugh out of it." I blasted her butt again.
She was writhing in pain and starting to cry. I dropped her ankles and suddenly pulled her panties off. I plopped onto the couch and quickly yanked her across my lap.
"No, daddy, no more, I'll be good, I promise."
"I don't believe you." I hauled her skirt up around her waist and slapped her bare butt. It cracked like a twenty-two rifle. "Today, you're going to pay for the many years you have caused me agony. I have had enough. If you want to leave after today, well, you're eighteen and can do whatever you want, but today, you pay!" I slapped her ass again.
"This skirt is in my way," I said as I unzipped it. "Stand up and take it off."
She got shakily to her feet. I could tell she was frightened. She had never seen me in a totally pissed off condition. She dropped the skirt.
I stared at her shaven pussy. "Take off the rest of your clothes too." I ordered.
She slipped off her shirt and bra. This was the first time I had seen her naked since she was a baby.
"So you shaved your pussy, huh? Why?"
