Disclaimer: The characters in this story are 18 years or older.
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He stood shrouded in shadow. On the couch, before him, her lithe form lay sprawled and unconscious. Quietly he bent, carefully gathering her in his arms.
She was light, her small body almost disappearing into his arms; her delicate flesh cold and barely covered by almost a dress. Blonde unruly locks of hair covered half of her angelic face. Despite her deep slumber, she looked troubled and her breath smelled of strong spirits.
He carried her easily. Surefooted and quiet up the stairs and into her room. There he laid her down on the bed, carefully as not to disturb her. Gently he removed her dress, folded it and put it aside on a chair. Turning back he stopped to look. He took in the sight of her pale soft skin; tracing faint blue veins running up her shapely legs, the flat tummy and her small breasts partly hidden by her underwear.
Moving closer he knelt down, lightly running his fingertips along her thighs; lingering just a moment before he kissed her forehead and covered her up in her blankets. Slowly he rose up, stepped outside and closed the door behind him. For a moment he stood there.
"What is this?" he thought, as he felt the pleasant swelling of his groin. "What is this darkness that has me ready to commit the ultimate sin — my own flesh and blood?" And so he went to his own bedroom and lay waiting until he set his guilt aside and sleep took him.
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As morning broke in splendor, golden light filling the house, she awkwardly entered the kitchen where her father was preparing breakfast.
"Good morning daddy," she quietly said.
"Good morning Claire, sit down - breakfast is almost ready," he replied.
She relaxed a little at the casual tone of his voice.
"Oh, great! What are we having?" Claire asked.
"Well," her father replied, "considering last night I thought you'd need something to recover. I'm making a delicious Italian tomato soup with crispy bacon, a poached egg and some grated Pecorino on top. You'll love it, I'm sure."
Her pretty face broke into a brilliant smile; "Wow daddy, sounds delicious!"
Silence fell as they broke fast for not only was Claire's father a great cook but there was also the awkwardness of last night.
"Daddy..." she began.
He leveled a steady gaze at her; "Yes?"
"I'm sorry, please don't be mad at me," Claire pleaded as she cast her eyes down in shame.
"Sorry for what?" her father asked.
She looked up at him, trembling slightly under his steady gaze; "Last night, I was drunk..." she began.
"I noticed."
"I was at a friends house. You know Lisa? Well, there was a party and we were having so much fun. Then I got drunk. Too drunk, so I went home and... and... I think I fell asleep on the couch."
"You did," her father said dryly.
"Please don't be mad!" she sobbed.
Her father sat quietly for a moment, thinking; "I'm not mad," he finally said. "Yet, your behavior was irresponsible and it could have ended badly."
"I know daddy, I'm sorry," she said looking down at the table again. "It won't happen again, I promise!"
He looked at her with penetrating eyes, his expression revealing nothing; "There is also the matter of the dress you were wearing..."
She looked at him surprised; "The dress? What about it?"
"I may be old-fashioned," he said, "but that was hardly a dress even by today's standards. Not very ladylike, do you think?"
"Oh, um... I..."
"What's more," he continued, "getting drunk out of control and dressed like that is exactly the kind of behavior that gets girls into trouble. You're old enough to know that. I'm disappointed."
"I'm so sorry daddy," she sobbed. "I did not mean to disappoint you."
He looked at her intently as he thought. Claire was a good girl, he had raised her well. Even though her apology was sincere this transgression worried him. She'll soon move out the house to her own place. What if this reckless and irresponsible behavior continues?
"What do you think we should do?" he asked her.
"I'm not sure what you mean...?" she replied confused.
"I'm worried, Claire," he explained. "I'm worried that this behavior will continue if I don't put a stop to it now. What if this recklessness gets you into trouble when I'm not around?"
"It won't, I promise!" she cried.
"I believe you are sincere," he replied, "but this will soon be forgotten if I don't set an example."
She looked worried now, her eyes misty and she meekly asked him; "What do you mean?"
He pushed his chair out from the table, sat back and beckoned her; "Come here."
Slowly she walked over to him where he motioned for her to stand beside him; "Yes daddy?"
"Pull your pants down," he ordered.
"Daddy!" she exclaimed in shock.
"Now Claire!" he ordered.
She felt him unrelenting, his eyes penetrating her and a faint hint of anger in his voice. Suddenly afraid she obeyed him and pulled her pants down.
"Now lie down over my knees," he told her.
Shakily she obeyed, laying down over her father's legs with her round shapely butt in the air. It felt humiliating. Shocked she felt her father remove her panties as well. She was exposed, humiliated and in his control now.
"What are you doing, daddy?" she whimpered.
*SMACK*
His big hand hit her hard on the buttocks and she screamed in both pain and surprise.
*SMACK*
"Keep quiet," her father sternly admonished her.
"But it hurts, daddy!"
