Nothing special, just a short little scene I thought up while wanking the other day.
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Kate was just leaving for a party when she heard a key rattle in the lock of her dorm room. "What!?" she thought. Since she was in there, no one should be entering with a key. No one with legitimate business, anyhow.
"Thank you for calling me, Richard," she heard her dad's voice from the other side. "This is a terrible disappointment and I'm deeply ashamed of her behaviour."
"Well, we try our best with these kids but we can't keep an eye on them at all times. Sadly some of them always stray. I'm just sorry it had to be your girl, Ron."
"Yes, me too. Obviously I expected better from her. Her mother and I, well, it looks as we have failed as parents. The separation... It must have been harder on her than we realized."
"You want me to come in and talk to her?"
"No. Thank you, but I'll take it from here. I'll see you on Sunday."
She'd stopped to listen to the conversation between her dad and the dean and now her eyes shot about for something to cover herself with. She was panicking. She knew her father would think her outfit obscene and didn't want him to see the tiny skirt or the skimpy top that barely covered her push-up bra, or, for that matter, her heavily applied make up. It wasn't how she'd been brought up and suddenly, instead of party giddy, she was ashamed of herself. She hunted for a blouse, a coat, anything but the door was already open.
"Catherine," her dad said gravely, looking over his daughter's shocking appearance, and nodded in the way of a greeting.
"Dad! Hi," Kate breathed out hastily and tried to force herself to smile and act normal even though her awkward attempt to cover her chest by folding her arms across it was pathetic.
"I see you're on your way out?"
"Uhm, yes, dad. It's, uhm... Friends of mine are having a party and I--" She glanced at her father and fell silent. He couldn't hide his disappointment and she was devastated as well as ashamed.
"Dad..." she tried, but he cut her off. No one wanted to be seen by a parent in clothes like this. They weren't supposed to either! He had no business barging in on her like this.
"Where are the drugs?" he asked. "I know what you've been up to. Where are they?"
"Dad, please, there are no drugs."
"You've been to a disciplinary hearing with the dean?"
"Yes," she admitted in shame and turned her face to the floor, unable to look her father in the eyes as she said it. "But how--"
"Richard and his family go to our church. Which," he added gravely, "you would know if you attended."
Kate said nothing to that. Dad was right. She hadn't been to church once since the start of the semester. She'd always had so much to do that she simply hadn't had the time. But dad had it wrong. They all had it wrong.
"So where are they!?" he demanded for a second time.
"I don't have any. Dad, really. I don't have any. I don't take drugs. I've never even tried any. Please, you have to believe me!"
He didn't start yelling, he never did, but she could tell that on the inside he was angry, fuming even. He started going through the shelves, checking every little item for hiding places, casting everything on the floor, breaking and trampling her things. He yanked out all the drawers and turned them upside down on the floor, kicking the stuff around with his shoe to see if she had hidden something there. He patted the inside walls of her dresser and desk to see if she had something taped there. He pulled her blankets and bed linens from her bed, turned the mattress over and felt all the pillows. All the while she begged and protested and claimed that she'd never done what she'd been in trouble for, that she'd just been in the wrong place at the wrong time.
"Fine, if that's how you want it. I really didn't want it to come to this," he said and sighed. "Kneel on the bed, Catherine. Take off your panties and lift up that... that excuse for a skirt."
She recognized the words from her childhood when he'd spanked her for the few times she'd done something really bad and cried out in shock, "Dad! You can't do this! I'm not a little kid anymore! You can't!"
"Who the hell are you to tell me what I can and cannot do with my own daughter!?"
She'd made him raise his voice, and that meant real trouble.
"Don't you dad please me. Now get on that bed."
Kate's whole body shook as she took the few steps towards the dishevelled bed and knelt on it. She was so shocked and scared that she could hardly stay upright, and the embarrassment and shame were so choking that it was hard to breathe. Her tiny top was showing the whole glorious, bulging cleavage created by her new push up bra. Her short skirt was only barely long enough to cover her buttocks in a standing position, and as she now crouched most of her buttocks were already bare. The exposed mound of her little pussy was covered only by a tiny g-string. She hadn't thought anything of it, everybody dressed like that to the parties. She'd just done what everyone else did, but she had never meant her dad to see her like that.
"Dad..." she tried one last time, wanting to say she was sorry, wanting to explain, both about the drug thing and about the clothes, but he only barked,
Gingerly she reached back and peeled her skirt up and her g-string down. In the position he had ordered her to, he could now see that she did not only dress like a slut, but that she also shaved her pubes. No dad should know a thing like that about his own daughter.
He said nothing but she could feel his disgust and disappointment. The air was thick with it.
"Spread your legs," he told her.
"You heard me!" he snapped and yanked her legs apart, snapping the g-string in the process. "I've watched enough TV to know what dirty little narcs get up to!"
"NO!!" She shouted in horror, realizing what he was about to do. "Dad, this is wrong! You can't do that! Stop!"
She tried to get up but he struck her on her ass so hard that she cried out in pain. He hit her again and again as hard as he could. Each time making her shriek, each time asking her if she still wanted to defy him. She said nothing and stayed still, it was the only way to make him stop. By now everyone in the corridor would have heard the slaps and would know that she, a grown woman of 18, was being spanked by her dad like a disobedient little girl. She'd never been so humiliated in her entire life.
"You're saying that my daughter is running in an out of parties with boys, dressing like a slut, taking drugs and god knows what and I'm supposed to just stand back and let her!? No, miss. Not my daughter!"
He pushed his hand into her crotch, burrowing his fingers between her labia.
"Dad!" she cried in despair. "Dad be careful!"
"What are you hollering about?" he yelled and struck her bright red behind once more. "You mean there's something still left in here that I may break?"
He said it in a sneering, demeaning tone, that suggested that a slut who dressed like her must have been sleeping around and simply could not be a virgin still.
"Dad please. I haven't done anything wrong. Please," she begged and broke into tears. "Please dad, don't!" Her plea ended in a gasp when her dad pushed a finger into her pussy and started wriggling it around, looking for hidden bags of drugs. When he found nothing, he pushed the finger of his other hand into her ass and held her in his grip, a finger up in both her secret, private holes.
"You're not worth this," he said and flicked her hymen with his finger. "Have you looked in the mirror lately? You look like a whore!" He was angry that he hadn't found what he was looking for, but how could he, she thought, there was nothing to be found. She'd been at the party where some of the students had smoked pot and snorted coke but she'd had nothing to do with it. She only wanted to have a good time. She only wanted to live her life. Couldn't her father see that?
The next sound she heard was him undoing his belt. She cried out in panic and started to crawl away from him, thinking that he meant to take his belt at her like he'd sometimes done to her mother. He growled in anger and yanked her back into position and in one, furious motion tore open her virgin pussy with his big, hard cock.
Kate shrieked hysterically. Partly from the horrible, shocking pain of it, partly because it was so wrong, so utterly, shockingly wrong. The confusion was total. The shame unbearable.
She grabbed a pillow, collapsed and cried, but he didn't stop. She had to feel it again and again, her own father, pushing into her. But as far as fucks go he didn't last long. He thrust into her only six or seven times before shooting his load up into her cramping cunt, grunting all through it as if in agony.
Once done, he barked at her, still angry. "Get up!"
She stood up, slowly, weak in the knees, sniffling and trembling all over from her terrible shock. She hung her head, unable to face her father. She felt filthy all over and inside of her as well, and started subconsciously rubbing her arms clean from the stain. How could he do something so unspeakable to her!? It was unthinkable! She felt her labia give way and a clump of goo spilled out of her used hole. She gagged and dry heaved, nearly throwing up from the sensation, knowing that her father was standing right there, watching as blood and semen ran down the inside of her leg.
She felt so awful she could only think of how she wanted to die, right there, to end all knowledge of what had happened. Her dad was no longer her dad. He was some insane monster. No sane person would do what he'd just done.
"Put some clothes on for chrissake," she heard him snap at her, and he tossed a pair of jogging pants and a sweater at her from the mess on the floor. She turned from him, pathetically seeking privacy for her violated body while pulling the pants on her dirty, messy crotch.
"I think it's better you don't board in the dorm anymore. The kids here are clearly a bad influence."
She turned to look at him, shaking her head in terrified disbelief; she knew what he was going to say next.
"You're coming home with me. From now on you will commute to school from there."
She shook her head frantically, unable to speak. The thought was too horrible to register with her.
"Pack your things - your decent things," he said and crushed an eyeshadow palette under his heel. "I'm not leaving you to this nest of sin for one more hour."
"But... But..." she tried to come up with any excuse to not have to go back home with him. Finally she blurted out, "...but you and mom are separated!"
"Exactly," he grinned and checked out his wayward daughter's beautiful, young body. "And how nice it will be for you, to be the woman of the house."