This work of fiction features incest combined with hard BDSM, so please stop reading right here if you don't like the juxtaposition. There's plenty of both, so please don't read and submit an irate comment(s) if you object to the mix of these two genres. All characters are of legal age.
The next day, Angie was like a different person. For the first time, she left her bed unmade and her clothes strewn around the bedroom that the girls shared. She was a no-show after school, when Janette and she had always met to go home. She didn't answer when Janette texted her phone.
Dinner was usually around 6:30 pm, but Angie didn't appear for that either, as had been scheduled. Nor did she respond to Matt's texting and calling. First annoyed and then concerned, he and Janette were finishing dinner, after which he was planning to call Justine, when Angie sauntered in and sat down without a word of explanation or apology, pouring herself a hefty glass of wine and drinking greedily. She was wearing a slutty outfit: a skintight halter top and shorts. Her face was sullen and pouty, buried under way too much makeup. Her hair and makeup were disheveled. She looked like a low-class tramp.
Janette said exasperatedly, "What happened? Are you okay? Where have you been?"
Angie took her sweet time answering. "Nothing. I went to the mall."
"Why didn't you answer my texts and calls β or Daddy's?"
Angie shrugged nonchalantly. "Didn't feel like it."
"Do you want some dinner?" Matt asked. She ignored him.
"Who did you go to the mall with?" Janette asked.
"Those two guys you don't like."
"Oh my God! Mike and Frank?" Janette was upset. "Daddy, those two are sleazy lowlifes! Angie, how could you?" Angie ignored Janette's question.
"Did you do anything with them?"
"None of your business," Angie said, rudely and dismissively.
"That may be true, but it's my business," Matt said. "I know those boys and I don't want either of you two around them. Did you go down on those jerks?"
"Gross!" Janette muttered, thinking about the two obnoxious boys.
Angie drank more wine, ignoring Matt's question. "I asked you if you gave head to these guys?" he repeated.
"And what if I did?" she asked, staring insolently and directly challenging his authority. "What are you gonna do about it?" she sneered.
Matt watched, realizing full well that Angie was doing everything in her power to be punished. Well, she'd done a superb job and he'd be pleased to accommodate her. He watched her face closely when he said, "That's enough. You've earned yourself a well-deserved punishment. Janette, take Angie into the living room and prepare her for discipline on the ottoman." Angie tried to hide it, but he could see the sudden excitement in her eyes.
Pleased with her dad's decision, Janette stood, roughly dragged Angie to her feet, pulled her friend's arms behind her back, and marched her BFF into the living room. Matt cleared the dishes and prepared an after-dinner drink for himself. When he entered the living room five minutes later, Janette had stripped off Angie's halter, shorts, bra and panties. The young senior was kneeling nude on the oversized, black leather ottoman, her wrists bound behind her, her knees opened by a spreader bar and tied to the feet of the ottoman, wearing a slave collar.
Janette had been busy. Laid out on the coffee table within her view were an anal dildo, a vibe, five clamps, chains, weights, several velcro strips of varying lengths and widths, a ball gag, a penis gag, a quirt, a tawse, a crop and two floggers.