I hope you are enjoying my story so far. All the characters are eighteen or above.
My relationship with my father had taken a darker turn. This only served to heighten the sexual tension and excitement. The more I tortured him, the harder he sexually dealt with me. It was his way of making me feel abused and humiliated. I loved it.
It had two extremes. I shall give you an example of both.
On the lighter end of the scale we had a calendar in the kitchen. I had to check it every day. It was coded so that no outsiders would understand. For example, "NP" would mean no panties. On that day, no matter what I was doing, or where I was going, I was not allowed to wear them.
Trousers, or jeans, were not an option. I had to wear a skirt or dress.
He enjoyed picking days when he knew it would be difficult for me to get away with it. Recently he chose a day when I had a dental appointment.
Tricky!
It was controlling, perverse, and fucking sexy.
"WWO" meant "Wear Whore's Outfit." He would write a time when I had to be ready to be used as a slut.
It was a sort of take away menu. I would deliver on time, every time, but he didn't like what he ate to be fresh.
At the other end of the scale was a more sinister aspect.
Recently I had spent a night out. I had allowed a bouncer to fuck me in the car park at the back of the night club. I had shown my father my cum stained panties, and went into extreme detail of the event.
I knew I would be in trouble.
The following evening I came home from school. He was in the kitchen. I glanced into the lounge. Two men were standing there with their arms folded. They were both handsome and extremely well built. I later found out they were male strippers. I knew what they were there for. Nobody said a word.
I stood in front of my father and pulled up my skirt. Daddy pulled down my panties.
I stepped out of them and walked into the lounge.
One of them sat down on the sofa and pulled out his cock.
I knelt before him and began to suck it. The other man rammed his cock in my pussy. It was all over very quickly, and my mouth and wet cunt were filled with cum.
They left without saying a word. Daddy had already paid them.
My mouth was still full of cock cream. I walked towards Daddy and stood in front of him. I cupped my right hand and allowed the cum to drip slowly from my mouth,
into it. I licked my lips then rinsed my hand under the tap.
It wasn't over yet.
I picked up a small bottle of olive oil and passed it to him. I walked back into the lounge, leaned over the sofa, pulled up my skirt and waited. I looked straight ahead while my father poured a little oil on to his right hand.
He slowly slid his finger into my anus, then moved it in and out. He moved his left hand to my clitoris and rubbed it. I gasped as he then pushed his cock deep into me. He began fucking me hard, very hard. His left hand kept working on my cunt. We both came together.
I remained in that position. He stood up. Finally he spoke.
"Stay like that for ten minutes."
I did as I was told. Cum seeped out of my pussy. My father's cum and olive oil dripped out of my arse and down my thighs.
This was supposed to be a time for reflection, but all I really wanted, was for those men to come back, and take it in turns with me.
So, if that's punishment, bring it on!
As I've said, no physical pain is inflicted. It is all mental torture.
I did ask my father to spank me once, but he didn't want to hurt me. He wouldn't do it hard enough. The whole thing felt silly.
I wanted to feel real pain. I was soon to have my wish granted.
My first visit to the school office had been two weeks ago.
On a Tuesday morning I received a text from Mr Ball.
"You are required to meet me in the office at four thirty tomorrow afternoon. Miss Davis will preside, to ensure correct procedures are followed. I must warn you now that she uses extreme measures to ensure high standards."
"What colour underwear should I have on?" I was getting wet.
"It doesn't make any difference. You are going to be hurt."
I have no idea why, but on the Wednesday, I put on regulation underwear.
