You are asleep in your bed, it's late, you're exhausted from your 18th birthday celebration and your parents have been arguing. Your dad's been drinking and mum has locked herself in her bedroom. She doesn't want anything to do with him. Your door opens, but you remain asleep.
He walks across the room, towards your bed, trying not to wake you, unfortunately he trips on a stuffie that you dropped earlier, and stumbles to one knee making a "thud" sound. You stir as the noise disturbs your sleep. "Wh-what .. who it it? What do you want?" you say groggily.
"Shhhh prwincessss" he slurs back "it's just your daddy checking in on you, go back to sleep" and he continues towards your bed. He pats you clumsily on the head "goood gurrrl" he is able to say as he begins to stroke your hair.
You close your eyes, attempting to drift off back to sleep. But you notice his hands moving along your body, in places that daddy shouldn't be touching. You remain still, hoping he'll just leave ... but he doesn't.
He continues to grope and plod along, touching your breasts ... moving down further. Keeping your eyes closed you ask "daddy, what are you doing? why are you touching me there?"
"Dayddee is juss makin youu feeel gud" he slurs. "don't wurry, daddee's heeere" his speech is becoming more incoherent as the alcohol impairs his judgment further. "B-but daddy" you protest ... "SHHHHHHHH" he replies.
You begin to struggle, turn away from him, but he is too strong and easily restrains you. "Don't maake daydee spaank you now" and he seems to mean it. You're a bit frightened now, but also excited. After all you daddy is a good looking man, and he's always treated you like his princess, so you stop struggling.
"Hee hee hee, thatz beatter prinzesss" and he releases his grip. He now continues his exploration of your body, moving his hands up and under your night-shirt. You gasp slightly as his fingers pinch your nipple. You try to swat his hand away, but realize that you actually enjoy the sensation.
He pulls up your night-shirt, and tugs it over your head. He looks at your exposed breasts, and a smile forms on his face. You cover yourself with your hands, but he moves them away, and begins smacking your breasts. The stinging sensation startles you at first, but again, you begin to enjoy the pain.
He paws at your sleep shorts, but can't seem to grasp them. He tries harder but is having a difficult time working his fingers. Helping him out, you slide them and your panties down for him and drop them to the floor. His face contorts into a gleeful grin, eyes sparkling, almost salivating at the sight. He roughly tosses you onto your stomach and begins spanking your bottom. "Why daddy? I'm being a good girl" you say, but he doesn't stop ... he is crazed and determined to do whatever he damn well pleases with and to you.