Jennifer Livingstone was late. It was way past midnight on a Friday night. She had got carried away partying with her friends. She hoped that her father had fallen asleep. Jenny climbed in through the window and sneaked into her room. Her room was dark She started removing her clothes, quietly in the dark not wanting to make any noise. She let free her long copper curls and massaged her scalps, gently. The short top came off next, closely followed by her jeans. For a while she stood there in her bra and panty allowing the night breeze from the window to caress her tired body.
Jenny moved to the window and looked out. She wondered whether the dirty old man two houses away was watching her through his telescope as he sometimes did. Often, she would put up a show for him imagining him drooling at her untouched 18 year body. She hoped he was. She was feeling especially horny tonight. That Jeff at the party had so badly wanted to get into her pants. Jenny smiled as she recalled her teasing. Well, I am not going to lose my cherry to any dumb quarterback, she thought. She had let him fondle her, feel her up and tease her nipples. Anyways, she did not have to go all the way -- he always came all over the place whenever she licked his pee-slit in that gentle, titillating way that she had. Her hands wandered into her spotted white cotton panty, searching out her clit as she recalled Jeff's embarrassment.
That old man wasn't there tonight. The entire neighborhood was empty and dark. And except for a few occasional howls from coyotes from deep within the adjoining woods, the night was very quiet indeed. As her finger flicked over her clit, she closed her eyes and moaned.
Suddenly, the lights in her room turned on. Startled, she turned around and looked at her door.
"Daddy!" she cried. "You frightened me."
Jonathan Livingstone stood at the door-way, his right hand on the knob, and his left on his waist. He was in a thunderous rage, and tried his best to curb his temper. He stared at his daughter with a look of pure disgust.
"I did not know that my daughter was such a slut -- frigging herself, standing in front of the window, letting the world know what a slut she is."
Jenny blushed and quickly took out her hands from inside her pants and made a dash for her nightdress. Her father was there before her. With a swift moment he had bolted her door, savagely yanked her in front of him, catching both her arms and shut the window.
Jenny was terrified. She had never heard her father use words like "slut" or "frigging" before. She loved her father more than anything else in the world. She would do anything for him.
"You have failed me, slut. I brought you up carefully and strictly, hoping that you would not turn out to be like your mother. But you are as big a whore as she was," he said giving her a good shake.
Jenny did not remember her mother. Her father had told her that her mother had died at her birth. And he never seemed to want to talk about her.
"I have never hit you, or spanked you before. I thought you will become a better woman with love than with harsh treatment. I was never more mistaken. It's time you learned your place, young lady." He threw her effortlessly into her bed.
She grabbed at her nightdress and slipped it on. Jonathan sat down at the foot of her bed and said, "Come here."
He took something out from under the bed sheet and growled -- "What's this?"
