Dan got in the car to head home. His mind was so flooded with thoughts of what just occurred that he was driving on autopilot. Jolting himself back to reality, he realized he did not even remember actually going this far.
The bright orange sign from the Home Depot on his left caught his attention. Turning into the parking lot, Dan decided a few supplies might be in order. He hurried up the aisles grabbing clothespins, nylon rope, and electrical tape. He thought for a moment about all the things he had seen used on the BDSM websites and then headed for the shelves with the spring clamps. Satisfied with his basket of new toys, he paid for the items and hurried home.
Christine was an only child and Dan had admittedly spoiled her as a child. When she misbehaved, it was normally his wife who had doled out the punishment because he didn't ever want her mad at him. In hindsight, that may have been a mistake. Obviously if he had been stricter with her, she would not be the whore she is today. Well it was not too late, he surmised. He may not have disciplined her as a child, but he was not going to make that mistake twice.
He moved quickly to prepare things once he got home. It was 9:15 and she would be arriving soon. Dan rummaged through the junk drawer until he found a couple of hooks his wife once used for hanging plants from the ceiling. He screwed them into the beams of the ceiling in the den then stepped back to smile at all the possibilities he had just created with those. Glancing at his desk, a picture caught his eye. It was of Christine, her husband Brad and the granddaughters. Did Brad have any idea at all about her? Did she act like a slut with him as well? He put the picture face down on the desk.
At precisely 10:00 the front door opened.
"Daddy? It's me."
"Come into the den, Christine," Dan replied in his most authoritative tone. His cock was already beginning to twitch in his pants.
Christine walked in slowly, head hanging in what appeared to be shame. She was wearing the same tight pants and tube to that made her look like a prostitute. Her make-up had obviously been freshened up, but her hair has a little messy. She visibly shook and Dan liked knowing she was a little scared.
"Come stand in front of me Chrissy," he stressed. She quickly moved to his feet, causing Dan to feel a surge rip through his body. The control was an amazing aphrodisiac! He needed more.
"We need to discuss your behaviour, young lady. Take off your top. I want to see your tits," he instructed.
Chrissy quickly obliged, afraid of the tone in his voice.
They were beautiful tits. At probably a 36C, they had fat little nipples protruding thank to either the cold or the excitement, and they hung slightly. Dan adjusted his cock in his pants. "Now the pants, slut. But leave those heels on."
Again she did not hesitate to do as asked. A little shier about this part of the display, Chrissy covered herself with her hands.
