I knew something was wrong from the moment I entered the front door. The house felt wrong, the air filled with some unknown electrical charge. I had just finished my afternoon classes at the local college. Carrying my books, I headed up to my room when a faint feeling of foreboding filled me. As I opened the door to my room, I saw immediately why. The room was a mess! Papers and books were strewn about the floor. The linens had been stripped from the bed. Some of my clothes had been torn from their hangers in the closet and tossed to the floor. Laying my books down upon the bed, I took a deep breath to clear my head. It was then I heard my father's voice, calling me.
I followed the sound down to his study in the basement. Even as an only child, I had never been allowed entrance. It was his private domain. I knocked softly on the door with a cry of "Daddy?"
I heard his deep clear voice order me to come in and I slowly turned the knob.
I didn't know what I expected but it wasn't this and I was shocked as I entered the room.
Seeing my question in my eyes, Daddy told me to shut the door and I did, my eyes sweeping the room.
The walls were filled with all sorts of torture devices...whips, canes, crops, floggers. There were handcuffs and gags, things I had no idea what they were used for.
Looking up at him, I saw Daddy was wearing nothing but red gym shorts and he held a small book open in his hands. After a few moments, I realized it was my diary and I gasped in shock, right hand pressed to my mouth.
"I see Lucy has been a bad girl", he said. Grabbing me by the hair, he led me to a sofa in the middle of the room. Pressing my face deep into the cushion, he ordered me to hold still as he lifted my short skirt up past my waist and pulled my white cotton panties down off my ass. I held the position, feeling a cool draft blowing over my pussy as he began to read aloud from my diary.