*All characters are fictional and over 18*
Nancy McNeal was walking home with her school friend Sydney like they do most every day, arms interlocked, giggling about that days gossip mill. Nancy was brunette, short, about 5'1, with slightly chubby thighs but a very slim waist. She was blessed by her mother with very plump shapely breasts with perky nipples that poked every so slightly through the cotton of the shirt she was wearing. Or what remained of her shirt. At school this morning Nancy and Sydney had both cropped their blouses with a stray pair of scissors in an attempt to garner some attention from the boys in their grade. Now they walked down the sidewalk with almost all of their stomach out in cropped tube tops. Paired with the low rise jeans Nancy had stolen from the mall, she was certainly turning a few heads.
"What is your dad gonna say when he sees what your wearing?" Sydney turned towards Nancy, " isn't your dad like really strict?"
"Oh please I wouldn't dare wear this around him, are you kidding? he doesn't get off work until 5 so I have plenty of time to change and hide the clothes before he gets home." Nancy laughed. Her father Richard McNeal, was a big man, around 6'2, and about 250 lbs of muscle from years of construction work. He was a very religious man however and him and her mother raised Nancy to dress and act modestly her whole life. Following Nancy's mothers death to cancer a few years before, Richard became even more strict, demanding that Nancy act more subservient to him and do more around the house. She was never allowed to date and was only allowed to hang out with friends at school. Nancy resented her father for all his rules, and became defiant, and while the clothes were the first time she acted out, they were also certainly her last.
As the two rounded the corner they waved goodbye and Nancy made her way to the front door of her house. She quickly turned the key and unlocked the door before setting down her backpack and taking her shoes off. All of the sudden she felt her stomach drop down to her feet as she slowly gazed upwards to see her fathers large silhouette at the end of the hallway.
" Nancy Ann McNeal you better have a good goddamn reason as to why you're dressed like a whore" he growled as he stepped forwards.
"D-Daddy! Why aren't you at w-work?"
"Is this how you dress and act when you think I'm not around? I can't believe it!" He stammered, "I get off work early one day and instead of relaxing I now have to deal with my slutty teenage daughter!"
"P-Please Daddy, you have to understand nobody else dresses as old fashioned as you want me to, I want to dress like all the oth-"SLAP! Nancy gasped as she crumpled to the floor, completely shocked her father had slapped her. Her father had never slapped her before and it scared her.
"I DONT WANT TO HEAR IT!" Richard reared his hand back as if about to hit her again but she cried out..
"Please please I'm sorry daddy I messed up I won't ever do it again please!" She pleaded with him, but Richard was unmoved.
"Stand up" he demanded. Nancy hesitated but slowly began to rise while sniffling and holding her bright red cheek. She didn't dare meet his gaze. "Remove these clothes now"
To this Nancy looked up and gave him the most quizzical expression. He towered over her as he crossed his arms over his chest. Nancy stammered, "What do you mean Daddy?, w-why would I do that? Can't I go change in my room? When she saw that his facial expression remained fixed and stern, she started to whine. "I'll be a good girl I swear I'll never do it again please!" She had begun crying.
" No daughter of mine is going to go around school acting like a slut, I have put rules in place to ensure you remain chaste and respectable until you are married. If you can't follow these rules I have no choice but to punish you. Now remove your clothes before I remove them myself."
This scared Nancy because if she didn't want to take her own clothes off she certainly didn't want her father to take them off for her. She slowly started removing her jeans and once they were completely off her father put his hand out and Nancy relinquished the pants.
"Good girl" her father whispered before leading her into the living room. He sat down on the leather sofa and gestured for Nancy to continue undressing as she stood in front of him.
Nancy sniffled as she reached for her shirt and slowly lifted it up and over her head. She handed this to her father as well and was now standing in nothing but a matching set of lace panties and bra. Her face grew beet red as she realized her father had never seen her this close to undress before. She could feel his eyes staring daggers into her skin.
"I'm not going to ask you again Nancy" her father stated.
Nancy began panicking " please daddy I learned my lesson, please don't make me undress. It's not right for a father to see her daughter like this."
To this her father stood up and reached for the soft fabric of her panties and yanked them down with full force.
"Daddy!" Was all Nancy managed to get out before he started for her bra. He aggressively yanked apart the hooks of her bra and pulled the whole thing completely off. He then sat back down to admire his handiwork. Nancy reacted to this sudden change by immediately reaching one arm to cover her protruding nipples and the other to cover her now exposed pussy.
"Remove your hands right now or I will prolong your punishment" Richard bellowed from his seat.
Nancy shakily put her arms to her side, looking at the floor the whole time as waves of shame washed over her whole body.