This choice: Stammer out an excuse or apology, and cover up. • Go Back...Chapter #3Stammer out an excuse or apology, and cover up. by: ProudEdemaRuh   Frank pulled his briefs up quickly, his face red hot with embarrassment. Had Danielle somehow sensed that he was thinking of her? Why was she up at this hour? Though he had already reached his orgasm, his cock was still rigid, which didn't please him at present, because it still bulged lewdly against the front of his underwear. He turned away from the door and looked over his shoulder.
"Dani, the door-- I forgot to shut... to shut it. Sorry-" he stammered lamely, his own nervous blathering making him mentally kick himself. How pathetic did he sound right now, he wondered. His anger rose at the thought of appearing weak to an actually, objectively weak little girl.
Danielle shook her head to break herself free from her shocked stupor. Even in a household with three males in it, she'd never before seen a penis. It was... surprising, to say the least, and incredibly embarrassing for both her and her father that the first she'd ever seen was her own father's meaty cock, framed at its base by dark, curly hair.
His nostrils flaring, he huffed. The girl wasn't saying or doing anything, and it was getting harder to resist his racing heart and the fantasy that was very fresh in his mind. He gritted his teeth, then turned back to her again, no longer hiding the bulge that was barely contained in his white briefs. He placed his hands on his hips. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he demanded.
The small teen opened her mouth to try to find her words and stammer an excuse of her own, but she tripped over her words. "I..., sorry, I just-- I was--"
"Shut the fuck up." He cut her off with a biting tone. "You're up well past your bed time, young lady," he said. Though they were the same sort of scolding words he'd use on his children when they were younger, there was a sinister edge to it. Something... menacing. Danielle, with the instincts of a deer staring down the barrel, simply froze and said nothing further.
Frank continued. "Get in here," he said in a warning tone. "And shut the door." That was the sort of tone a father would take when he was about to punish a naughty child, but Danielle wasn't much of a child anymore, even if she was relatively petite for a girl of fifteen. Ever obedient, Danielle complied, her sweet, troubled eyes downcast. She timidly entered the bathroom, and quietly shut the door behind herself. She didn't move from leaning against the door, however.
"Come. Here," Frank said, more of that menacing edge slipping into his words than had before. When she once again complied, he sighed heavily, as though disappointed in her. As though she had done something wrong. But she hadn't. She was a good girl, and she was walking into a lion's den. Frank felt his cock twitch. Danielle must have seen that with her downcast gaze, as she immediately looked to the side. She was trembling, fearing her looming punishment, even though she hadn't the slightest idea what her father was actually going to do. This wouldn't be a lecture or a spanking. No, this would be, for Frank, a fantasy fulfilled.
He made his first demand, which she would of course comply with. Even if it was a rather odd demand.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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