Coming Home Late

[A4mushroom]

Stacy tried her best to walk in a straight line along the path leading to her front door. Her friends car pulled away behind her, returning to the party she had just been at. She swayed a little as she walked slowly up the path holding her high heeled shoes in her hand as she walked bare foot. Her blonde hair was curled and messed upon her head and the red dress she was wearing had a small wine stain on the front. It was a cool night but the denim jacket she wore over herself shielded her from the chilling breeze.

Finally reaching the door, she began to clumsily hunt through her bag to find her keys. As she moved items around her phone screen flashed on revealing the time. She squinted against the bright light and read '1:30AM' on the screen.

"Shit..." She groaned to herself. If her dad had been up he would of gone crazy at her. He was a little stricter than most fathers but Stacy tried her best to live her sociable lifestyle. She was just grateful that he was asleep as she pushed the key into the lock and opened the door. The living room she entered was pitch black and after placing her shoes down by the door she clicked the switch on the neck of a lamp, flooding the room in a yellow light.

She instantly jumped back in surprise as she saw her father sat looking at her in an armchair. He was sat in a bath robe with an empty cup of coffee and his face showed that he was far from being reasonable with his teenage daughter.

 

[Grntmb]

"And where the hell do you think you have been? I have been up all night worrying about you, and here you come in half dazed and drunk. What did you do? Where you out with a guy? Am I going to have to punish you? Well, speakup. What have you got to say for yourself?"

 

[A4mushroom]

The explosion of questions from her furious farther only dazed Stacey further and she held a hand to her head as a headache began to form. Although the lamp was only casting a dim light across the room it was still blinding compared to the darkness Stacey's eyes had become used to and she squinted at her father whilst they adjusted. She realized that her actions weren't helping how drunk she looked so she began to speak in an attempt to calm her father down.

"No you don't have to punish me!" She managed to slur at him. It was the last question she remembered him asking and the one she found the most ridiculous. She was 18 and even if he was her father he couldn't tell her what to do with her life. She was getting tired of his constant policing of her social life.

 

[Grntmb]

"Obviously you've been drinking like the slut and whore you are!" Come over here and sit in your chair and don't move a muscle!"
After you are in the chair I tie your hands together and blindfold you, then turn up the music to a very high volume totally drowing out any noise coming from within.
You begin to feel your blouse being unbuttoned, and then suddenly your skirt is pulled fully off leaving you in only your bra and panties.
Yellling over the music i say "Are you going to be a good girl from now on?"

 

[A4mushroom]

Stacey was quite taken back and offended when her own father called her such dirty names. She knew he was strict and he would get angry sometimes but she must have pushed too far now. Before she knew it she was being forced into a chair and tied up with some rope that was conveniently on hand. She struggled a little against her dad but a mixture of his strength and the level of her intoxication meant she was powerless against him. He forced a blindfold over her eyes and switched on some really loud music.

The music was extremely loud and it clouded Stacey's mind. She struggled weakly against her restraints but began to feel hands on her chest. The feel of her fathers hands against her breasts as her unbuttoned her top sent her into blind panic.

"Dad, what the hell are you doing?!" She shouted over the music. He didn't answer but instead removed her top completely and roughly pulled off her skirt, leaving her struggling in her underwear. She heard her dad ask if she was going to be a good girl over the loud noise from the speakers but she didn't answer him. Trying to focus all of her energy on getting out of the chair, she strained hopelessly against the ropes before giving up with a sigh. Her body was a little moist with sweat and her face was a deep shade of red.

She still didn't answer him.

 

[Grntmb]

Turning down the music just a bit he says, "So you have forgotten to speak when spoken to? Haven't you remembered anything I've taught you! I had such high hopes for you, but now that sleeze of a boyfriend of yours has corrupted you. You forget there are consequences for such blatent sensuality, and here you are going to see what will happen if you aren't more careful about how you behave." He takes her bra off and begins to manhandle her breasts as if they were bread dough. "This is only a small taste of what so many guys are wanting to do to you! Are you going to do what I tell you from now on?"

 

[A4mushroom]

Stacey's dad ripped off her bra and began to roughly fondle her breasts. She struggled at first but realized there was nothing she could do to stop his powerful hands and tried to endure it. She had been in a few sexual situations before but she had never had her body handled in such a rough and dominant way. Stacey figured that her fathers sexual outburst was being fueled by his anger regarding her actions. She knew it was not wise to anger him further and tried to remain calm. Over the loud noise of the music she heard him ask for her submissiveness again as her groped the large globes that hung from the teens chest.

"Yes!" She shouted at him as she tried her best not to wriggle and squirm under his forceful touch.

 

[Grntmb]

"Good to hear you're coming to your senses. As punishment you will be grounded for the weekend and must stay dressed as you are now for the entire time. Any deviation from this and you will feel my wrath like you have never felt it before! Do I make myself clear?"

 

[A4mushroom]

How did Stacey's dad expect her to walk around the house in just her panties for the rest of the weekend? It was only Friday night and she was worried that he had gone some sort of insane. he had taken a break from roughly playing with his daughters tits against her will to tell her that she was forbidden to leave the house for the next two days. She didn't like the idea of spending any amount of time with him, especially if he was going to be in this state of sexual rage for the duration. Never the less, she knew that it would be best to submit to him, at least until he untied her.

'Yes!" She shouted over the music once more.

 

[Grntmb]

"Good to hear. For such a prompt and courteous reply you will be allowed to wear a dress. But you must stay in the house. I now I may seem crazy, but there is a purpose behind what I have done, and I only hope that you realize that you need to change the direction of your life before it's too late." He turns down the music and unties her and takes off her blindfold. "There you go, you may go get dressed now. I will get breakfast ready for you when are hungry. Just let me know. I will try my best to make this as pleasent a weekend for you as possible. But reember, no leaving the house, no having anyone over, and no drinking of anything intoxicating...understand?"

 

[A4mushroom]

Stacey breathed a sigh of relief when her dad granted her the luxury of wearing a dress when she was confined to the house for the rest of the weekend. She could not bare the thought of having to show her dad her bare chest around the house and was grateful that her method of keeping calm and obeying had won her something to cover her self up with. Her dad continued to speak about how this punishment will put her on the right path again. To her it seemed like some sort of correctional prison method and wondered how staying out late with her friends one night had managed to trigger her dad to act so irrationally.

He finally lowered the volume of the deafening music and Stacey wondered if the neighbors were woken by such a racket at in the early hours of the morning. next he removed her blindfold and Stacey finally saw herself strapped naked to a chair in her living room. She felt exposed now more than ever and struggled a little to get free and cover herself as he removed her ties. Scrabbling on the floor, she managed to put on her top then stood to face her father. Her face was red, blushed with embarrassment and fatigue, her breasts ached and she stood with her legs close together. She was thankful that he had calmed down before he had done anything to her vagina and she wondered if her own father would of ever got to that point with her.

 

[Grntmb]

He was releived she had obeyed him, or he would have had no choice but to make her stay undressed. Even though he thought his daughters body was beautiful, she was indeed his daughter. He wanted to test her and so he went to her and told her that for being so good she could invite one boy over for the weekend. No strings...he could be whoever she chose, but she had to stay in the house. Little did she know that while she was away her dad had set up a monitoring system throughout the entire house in every room and closet. He needed it to be assured of her compliance as he did not want to happen to her, what happened to his sister long ago. After a while he heard a knock on the door. Opening he saw him..."Its for you dear daughter!" said yelling up the stairs.

 

[A4mushroom]

Stacey was a little confused about her fathers parenting tactics when he told her she could have a boy over whilst she was confined to the house for the weekend. First he completely over reacted about her staying out with her friends even though she was a grown adult. Then he had tied her to a chair and roughly violated her body, Stacey justified this as some sort of punishment for her 'slutty' outfit and tried not to think about it. Now he had spun her whole perception on its head by allowing her to see a boy whilst she was grounded, directly contradicting the reason why she was grounded. But once again Stacey knew it was best not to argue and just do as she was told.

She heard her father call for her from down stairs and realized that the boy had arrived. Stacey had invited over a cute boy that her friend had introduced her to. She was hoping to fuck him eventually but she didn't expect anything to happen to night on account of her fathers bi-polar Nazi parenting act. Although her dad said she was allowed to wear a dress his insisted that it was the only item of clothing she could wear. She took extra care when descending sown the stairs, worried that her pussy could be seen up the bottom of her dress due to her lack of panties. Her breast also jiggled a lot as she hopped down the stairs as they had no bra to support them.

'Hey." She said to the boy before beckoning him up stairs with her. She aimed to keep his interactions with her dad to am minimal.